Mortal Mage

Don't stay here for long.

After Zhang Mingxuan was scanned by the unknown spiritual consciousness, his body shuddered involuntarily. Looking at the two mortal armies fighting below him, doubts filled his heart.

This place is probably not a fairyland, it may just be one of the many interfaces. But no matter what, this coordinate is the interface that the ancestor of the Sword Sect can only go to after he has passed the tribulation. It must be a more advanced interface than Cuiyun.

He took out the Sword Sect Disciple Guidance Order (in the form of a green jade slip) given to him by Qing Ling from his storage bag, held it in his hand, injected true energy into it, and crushed it with one hand.

The guiding order turned into starlight and dissipated.

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There is a beautiful building on a platform with a very broad view.

As far as the eye can see, there are green mountains and clouds.

On the stage stood an elegant man in a black robe with dragon patterns. (PS: black; black with a hint of red)

The elegant man counted with his fingers and whispered two words: "Strange."

His face was calm.

Below the stage was a emerald green magic field, and around it was a circle of corridors, on which hung various weapons and jade scrolls.

Dozens of disciples were practicing swordsmanship in the center of the magic field, with swords flashing and a chilling aura.

"Qing Lan."

The elegant man looked down at the magic field and shouted.

A disciple who was trying to master the sword spirit kicked up and somersaulted, jumping dozens of feet high, then floated in front of the elegant man on the stage, clasped his hands and said, "Elder Chen Feng, what can I do for you?"

"The war between Sheng Zhou and Song lasted for seven or eight months, and it has affected countless people in the surrounding areas. You need to go down the mountain to mediate."

"Elder...if they were willing to listen to us, they would have stopped fighting eight hundred years ago."

"If you don't listen, you can use the formation to create some barriers to protect the innocent people around from being killed." The elegant man didn't care about Qinglan's complaints, and continued, "By the way, help me to receive a disciple who is coming to transcend the tribulation." Chen Feng pointed out a wisp of white mist with his fingertips and flew towards Qinglan, adding, "This is the breath of my disciple."

After hearing this, Qing Lan bowed and accepted the order; "Disciple obeys."

Then he rose into the air, leaped to the top of the peak, and disappeared as a black dot.

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Cuiyun Fairyland.

Shouyun Villa, Welcoming Pavilion.

Two men stood under the pavilion.

A man was wearing a light blue robe with dark patterns, he had a slender figure and skin as white as jade.

This person is the leader of Xianyuan Sect, Yun Yinzi.

"The Sword Sect has closed the mountain."

Yu Qianshou stood behind Yun Yinzi and spoke first.

“If we don’t close the mountain, I’m afraid it will be wiped out from Cuiyun.”

Yun Yinzi had a stern temperament and deep eyes, but his tone was very gentle. Every word he spoke seemed to be said after careful consideration. "The aura of that Xuan Lu disappeared in Xichao Palace. There must be a teleportation array in Xichao Palace that leads to other places."

Yu Qianshou stroked his beard and nodded; "Indeed, in the past few days I have also felt that Cuiyun's spiritual energy has shown signs of spreading westward."

"Humph."

Yun Yinzi snorted lightly, a trace of indignation flowed out of his expression, and he shook his sleeves and said softly, "It's already this time, and those four old guys still don't take action. They are really patient."

"They are probably waiting for our Immortal Sect to take action."

Yu Qianshou looked towards the mountains and sea outside the pavilion, but Yu Guangzhong was looking at Yun Yinzi seriously.

Yun Yinzi seemed to have noticed something and his expression returned to calm, without any ripples on his face.

The two of them continued to look at the sea of ​​clouds outside the mountain.

The sun set behind the mountain, and its afterglow dyed red the dark woods on the top of the mountain that towered into the clouds.

The area below the mountain gradually became darker, and the dusk mist spread deep into the mountains.

In the ocean behind the mountains, the red sun dyed the sea surface red like a thick red liquid, and the sea surface was trembling slightly.

It was not until the red sun merged softly with the sea and dusk fell completely that Yun Yinzi spoke to Yu Qianshou in a very slow tone, "My master Yun Zhongzi's fate seems uncertain. I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to successfully survive the calamity."

"This……"

Yu Qianshou looked frightened and wanted to ask more questions, but held himself back.

Yun Yinzi paused for a long time before continuing, "All the disciples of my Xianyuan Sect will do their best to assist my master Yun Zhongzi in overcoming the tribulation, and at the same time, prepare for my master's funeral. If he fails to overcome the tribulation, the consequences will not be something that my disciples can bear."

Yu Qianshou took a step back.

Yun Yinzi came to his Shouyun Villa in person and told him so many things, with only one purpose.

The guardian beast of Shouyun Villa is the Wanling Yellow Rhinoceros.

The Wanling Yellow Rhino is a seventh-level spiritual beast, and it is also the only sect in the entire Cuiyun that possesses a seventh-level spiritual beast.

Spirit beasts are different from demon beasts. Spirit beasts are highly obedient and are born to be used by humans, while demon beasts are mostly of low intelligence and many are difficult to tame.

Yun Yinzi waited for a long time, but Yu Qianshou did not respond. He turned around and saw Yu Qianshou still standing behind him with a gentle look on his face. He continued, "My Xianyuan Sect will not take your seventh-level spirit beast for nothing. As long as Sect Master Yu's spirit beast can help my master successfully overcome the tribulation, I can promise to incorporate your Shouyun Villa into the Xianyuan Sect. At that time, you, the Sect Master of Shouyun Villa, will be transformed into an elder of my Xianyuan Sect."

"Master Yun, you also know that after my master failed to survive the tribulation, he entrusted the Yellow Rhino to me before he died. The Yellow Rhino is not only a spiritual beast, but also has a trace of my master's soul and thoughts in its body. If you need the Yellow Rhino to help your sect withstand a few thunderbolts, I, Yu Qianshou, will definitely be willing to help."

Yu Qianshou knew what Yun Yinzi meant. He wanted the beast pill of the Wanling Yellow Rhino.

If a spiritual beast takes the beast pill, it will only die.

He made his bottom line clear. At most, he would help you withstand a few thunder tribulations, and that was all.

After hearing this, Yun Yinzi's gentle expression slowly turned gloomy.

As the leader of the Xianyuan Sect, he personally came to a second-rate sect to ask for help. The price he offered was sincere enough, and he thought he had given Yu Qianshou enough face. He never expected that Yu Qianshou would be so stubborn. After thinking it over, he suppressed his anger and his expression became gentle again. "If you have other conditions, please tell me. We will do our best to meet them."

"I understand what Sect Master Yun said, but I'm afraid my master's consciousness in the Wanling Yellow Rhino would not agree."

Yu Qianshou turned around and calmly sat down on the stone bench in the reception room.

What I mean is, if you have the ability, go and try fighting this seventh-level spirit beast in my manor.

A seventh-level spirit beast is equivalent to a Mahayana cultivator. Although Yun Yinzi's cultivation is at the Spirit Severing stage, he has no chance of winning against a seventh-level demon beast.

Unless he asked his master Yun Zhongzi, who was about to transcend the tribulation, to come in person.

But by then, the nature had changed.

The Xianyuan Sect forcibly seized the monster that guarded the Shouyun Villa.

Once a sect becomes an evil sect, everyone can kill it.

"In this case, you can do what you want, Master Yu."

After Yun Yinzi finished speaking, he flew out of the hall and left on his sword.

Although one can fly without stepping on the sword after reaching the Nascent Soul stage, flying by stepping on the sword can save a lot of mana and is also fast, making it very cost-effective.

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The initial realm of Tao.

"strangeness."

Zhang Mingxuan rode on the flying beast and circled in the clouds, constantly looking around.

He has to wait for someone to take him away.

"The spiritual energy of this place is actually not as good as Cuiyun?"

While looking around, he also felt the density of spiritual energy in the space.

"Master, I have also discovered that the spiritual energy in this place is indeed very thin."

Zhang Mingxuan circled in the air for a long time, looking down from afar.

On the plain, the flags of the two armies were flying, swords were flashing and shadows were clashing, the cries of killing were deafening, and blood was raining. The battle was becoming more and more intense and difficult to separate, and neither side was willing to give up easily.

"It seems that we won't be able to wait for anyone to come for a while, so we should find a place for the flying beast to rest first."

The Flying Dragon Beast had been flying in the teleportation array for more than four months and had long been unable to maintain its flying posture and was on the verge of collapse.

He looked down at the ground below him again.

To the south where the armies were fighting, there was a winding Great Wall that crossed the plains, and grasslands were all around as far as the eye could see.

The north is mostly cities and fortresses, and outside the cities are endless fertile fields.

Both countries gave him the feeling of being extremely prosperous.

He hesitated for a while, and finally his eyes fell on a valley basin not far from the battle between the two armies. There were many villages in the basin, and there seemed to be several roads leading to the outside world.

"lamb."

Zhang Mingxuan pointed to the Eastern Basin.

Where there are villages, there are people, and where there are people, there can be information. Where there are roads, there must be communication with the outside world, so the information will not be too blocked. There are no large cities around, so at least he can avoid provoking some powerful forces that are difficult to contend with.

The flying beast rushed towards the basin that Zhang Mingxuan pointed to without hesitation.

"Hao Fen, enter my ring first. If I'm in danger, come out and save me at any time."

"Master, don't worry."

Zhang Mingxuan spread out his palm and activated the golden storage ring on his ring finger. The storage ring opened up a space above his palm, and the white fox kicked into the storage ring.

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"baa"

The flying beast let out a soft cry, created a gust of wind, and landed in a sorghum field, blowing the ears of sorghum all over the place. It then raised its head and began to gnaw frantically at the unripe sorghum ears beside it, making "crunch, crunch" sounds.

"Little lamb, don't eat the crops."

Zhang Mingxuan spread out his palm, forcibly put the Feishe beast into the ring, pulled the stalks out of the sorghum field, and walked along the dirt road at the edge of the field to a nearby village.

If no one from the immortal sect comes to guide him, then he will have to find out the general situation of this world on his own.

As the night deepened, the air was moist and the barking of dogs could be heard in the village.

Most of the houses had locked their doors, only one tile-roofed house still had a candle light in its courtyard.

Zhang Mingxuan hurried over, raised his hand and knocked on the gate twice.

Through the crack in the door, it was visible that the lights in the rooms in the yard were off.

There was silence.

Zhang Mingxuan was not angry, but lowered his voice and shouted into the house, "Don't be afraid, fellow villagers. I am an immortal, a good immortal. Our sect has a rule that we will never take a single needle or thread from the people."

There was silence.

He took two steps back, thought for a while, then took out three silver ingots and smashed them into the window of the yard with a "clang, clang, clang".

Three silver ingots rolled into the room with a clang.

He had reached the great perfection of the Qi Refining Stage and still had enough strength to use silver to break a wooden window.

"My friend, that's money, don't be afraid."

After Zhang Mingxuan finished speaking, there was finally some movement inside.

A hunchbacked old man in his sixties walked through the crack of the door.

"Creak" the door was opened.

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"Erwa, turn on the light."

Inside the house, the candles were finally lit again.

Inside the adobe house, there was a large millstone with a small pile of uncrushed sorghum on it.

It seems that this millstone is not only used to grind flour, but also used as a table.

On the wall in the middle of the room hung a portrait of a handsome man.

Zhang Mingxuan looked up at the portrait, his eyes suddenly widened, and an inexplicable anger ignited in his heart.

The portrait is inscribed with "Liu Zhenjun, the Immortal of the Tianyan Sect who blesses and protects the people."

A pair of couplets on the left and right of the portrait

Left couplet: "The grace of the gods is great and protects the people"

Right couplet: "The mist and rain under the willows turn into sweet rain"

The person in the portrait is the "immortal" who bought the Taicang Spiritual Vein

"Who is the one in the portrait on the wall?"

Zhang Mingxuan stared at the portrait and put aside other thoughts.

"That is the Western Tianyan Mountains, and one of the three true masters of the Tianyan Divine Sect, Liu Hanyan, the true master."

The old man hunched over the quilt and tried to raise his head to look at the portrait on the wall of his house.

“Why should we worship him?”

Zhang Mingxuanli politely took the sorghum bun handed to him by the old man and placed it on the millstone beside him.

"Immortal, we poor people offer him sacrifices to pray for his health and a good harvest."

"Is the Supreme Divine Sect in this Western Tianyan Mountain Range very powerful?"

After hearing this, the old man looked at Zhang Mingxuan and asked, "Isn't the immortal a disciple of a sect in Luyang Continent?"

Zhang Mingxuan did not respond, but spread out his palm and took out a heavy ingot of gold from the ring.

Ten taels of gold.

He ignored the old man's frightened and greedy eyes, but put the gold on the millstone beside him and looked at the portrait in the house; "Old man, I just ask questions, and then I will leave."

The old man no longer questioned Zhang Mingxuan and replied solemnly, "Excuse me, Immortal."

As the night deepened, the oil lamp almost burned out.

Zhang Mingxuan walked out of the courtyard of this family.

This old man didn't know much, but it was enough for him to understand the basics of this continent.

This place is called Luyang Continent, and the two armies fighting nearby are Sheng Zhou and Da Song.

There are two well-known sects in the mainland, Qingfeng Sect and Tianyan Sect.

Qingfengmen, practicing medicine to save the world.

Tianyan Sect, exorcise evil spirits and avoid evil.

Of course, there are other old men in the sect whose names I don’t know.

All in all, this old man knew more about Shengzhou and very little about the Immortal Sect.

But this is enough.

Zhang Mingxuan wanted to go to the capital of the Zhou Dynasty mentioned by the old man, Yong'an City.

Because there are immortals in Yong'an City, we can get more information.

Three miles out of the village, he summoned the flying beast from the ring, rode on it, took off into the air, and flew towards Yong'an City in the north.

Passing above the army, the two armies that were brave during the day had now turned into piles of corpses. The whole mountain and field were filled with the stench of blood, and they were left to be torn and devoured by jackals and hounds. There were no living people left to take care of them.

Occasionally, there were a few living people who would search the corpses for the dead's belongings.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Mingxuan traveled a hundred miles. He kept thinking about one thing in his heart: "So your name is Liu Hanyan, what a great immortal Liu Zhenjun from the Tianyan Sect who blesses and protects the people, you have destroyed the homes of hundreds of millions of people in Canglang."

While muttering to himself, he was also looking forward to the sect ancestor Qing Ling mentioned coming to pick someone up soon.