I Am the Righteous Master

He rolled up his sleeves and stretched out a finger from the sleeve:

"Just before the time of a stick of incense, that Saint Ning entered the Qianshan Mountains."

Chapter 210 "Those who want to touch me, ask about my sword first!"

Yuhuaxian Chaotianji Pavilion, the number one alchemy sect in the world.

The owner of the pavilion was once the third strongest Taoist in the world, second only to Meng Qianqiu and Taoist Duan.

Of course, now he is number two in the world.

And the Tianji Pavilion under his control has a very long history, and his bright sons and dark sons are scattered all over the place, and his personal connections are intricate.

In addition, with a calculation chip, one can deduce the magical powers of a person's whereabouts.

Tianji Pavilion has already mastered the largest intelligence network in the entire Metaverse.

"Thank you buddy."

Jiang Yun cupped his hands, without hesitation, he jumped straight from the teleportation circle.

Although he was very worried about Ning Xi's current situation, Jiang Yun did not mess up.

As the disciple of Meng Qianqiu, the first head of the Haoqi Sect, he also dabbled in alchemy.

Just now, Jiang Yun put his hands in his sleeves, did a divination, and confirmed that the other party did not lie to him.

It's just that he originally wanted to teleport to the eastern part of the Haoqi Sect, but now, the itinerary must be changed.

"Friend Daoist, why is this person so strange?"

A monk looked at Jiang Yun's back and frowned, "Could it be someone from the devil's way?"

"I just calculated it, but I didn't figure it out."

The young man dressed as a scholar shrugged his shoulders with a calm expression.

………………

Thousand Mountains.

The setting sun in the sky is like blood.

Ning Xi was dressed in blood and stood leaning on a sword.

Her hair was loose, and her white clothes were dyed blood-colored.

There are other people's blood, but also their own.

There were many corpses lying on the ground, some from the Immortal Palace and some from the Blood God Sect.

There are four monks in the Divine Tower Realm alone.

These Demon Sect monks chased after her, trying to suppress and capture her, but Ning Xi killed them all.

The pungent smell of blood filled the open space in front of the mountain.

Physical strength and mana were almost exhausted, relying on the support of the Dao sword in her hand, Ning Xi did not fall down.

She was almost exhausted.

Ning Xi didn't care, and even because of the overdraw of her physical strength, the strange red light in her eyes weakened a bit.

In front of her, stood a figure.

It was a slender figure, covered in black robes from top to bottom.

When you get a little closer, you can feel the decadent aura emanating from his body.

On the neckline of the large black robe, there is the seal of the Immortal Palace printed.

"Saint Ning has run out of oil and the lamp is dying."

When the man in black spoke, his voice was old and rotten.

As if just crawled out of the grave.

Ning Xi didn't answer him.

The lotus seed of the World-Exterminating Demon Lotus contains the aura of gods and spirits. This kind of power is too terrifying.

Under the immersion of this kind of power, Ning Xi only retained the instinct of a beast, bloodthirsty and bloodthirsty.

When saying these words, the old man in black robe was also secretly startled.

With the cultivation base of the first entry into the third heaven of the divine tower, and with his own strength, he beheaded four elders in the divine tower realm from two sects, two of whom were monks in the late stage of the third heaven of the divine tower.

Such a genius, such a record, is already terrifying enough.

If he hadn't cultivated for many years and reached the fourth level of the divine tower, he might not be sure to capture her.

The old man in black robe raised his hand, and the cuffs slid down his wrist, revealing his skinny arm wrapped in cloth strips.

According to Ye Guzhu's account, he will first capture the holy girl of the Haoqi Sect, and then the people of the Blood God Sect will set up a trap to kill Jiang Yun.

Ning Xi held the sword in both hands, leaned forward slightly,

Like a little beast in danger, it frowned ferociously.

Ten feet away, the elder of the Immortal Palace stepped forward, raised his hand and pressed——

At this moment, a mutation occurred!

Behind the black-robed old man, a figure suddenly appeared!

"Zheng-"

The knife was unsheathed.

The resounding sound of the sword sounded like a dragon chant, the dragon pattern sword tore through the air, and went straight to the black-robed old man!

"what……"

The black-robed old man was terrified, the hairs all over his body stood up, he stepped on the ground, cracked the ground, and forced his body to deflect.

However, this sword came straight to the top of the skull!

At a critical moment, the black-robed old man raised his hand, and put that skinny arm in front of him——

"Crack!"

Like a giant ax chopping rotten wood, it seems to be crushed by a mighty force, destroying the dead!

The arm of a strong man in the Divine Tower Realm was severed, while the Dragon Pattern Sword continued to slash from top to bottom, slashing at the shoulder of the black-robed old man!

"boom!"

Jiang Yun slashed down with his sword, and sent the black-robed old man flying out alive.

The remaining power of this sword slashed on the ground, smoke and dust splashed, the ground cracked, and the mountains not far away were trembling!

Looking at the figure that fell in the smoke and dust, his voice was cold:

"Those who want to touch me must first ask about the sword in my hand!"

The setting sun in the sky is like blood, and Jiang Yun stands with a sword.

Behind him, Ning Xi looked at that figure, her body trembling slightly.

The red light in her eyes gradually softened, and she whimpered and made a sound, and the hair of the little beast that exploded was slowly smoothed out.

"Senior...brother..."

She looked at Jiang Yun not far away, her hair was loose, and she murmured in an unintelligible tone.

the other side.

"Cough, cough..."

The elder from the Immortal Hall crawled out from the smoke and rubble.

"The Holy Son of Xuantian Sect has come..."

He coughed twice, and propped himself up with the only remaining good arm.

The old man in black robe looked miserable, only half of his right arm wrapped in cloth was left, revealing black stubble.

His shoulders collapsed, and a deep bony wound appeared on his chest, and there seemed to be dots of black sand falling from the edge of the wound.

Jiang Yun's appearance at this moment was somewhat unexpected for the old man in black robe.

In the plan of the saint, this holy son of Xuantian sect should not have appeared so early.

Whether it was Ming Xuanxin, Chu Xiaoyu or Ye Guzhu, all three of them thought that Jiang Yun was still in the Xuantian Sect.

However, Bai Liushang had a special status. When Jiang Yun sent his master to Dushi Jianzhai, he couldn't take him out in a fair manner.

He escaped secretly, even the Xuantian sect didn't know that his son was no longer in the sect.

The information in Xiaoshui City was well developed, so by accident, Jiang Yun learned the news of Ning Xi's fall from the devil, and found his junior sister one step ahead of time.

"I have heard for a long time that the Holy Son is extremely talented and cultivated deeply, and I saw it today, and it is indeed so."

The old man in black narrowed his eyes and clenched his bandaged fists.

On his body, fine black grains of sand spilled from the wound, squirming like the flesh and blood that made up his body:

"Let the old man learn a lesson."

The black sand gathered together, was pulled by mana, and filled into the wound.

The forearm that was just cut off by Jiang Yun's sword also turned into black sand, and then re-condensed into shape.

Wrapped in cloth strips, the mummy-like body of the black-robed old man is made up of countless tiny black grains of sand!

Without fear, Jiang Yun took a step forward and raised his sword!

"Zheng-"

A sword sounded, and Jiang Yun swung the sword down. The black-robed old man raised his arm and grabbed it without dodging or avoiding it.

When the dragon pattern sword fell, the arm suddenly spread out, turning into countless black sand, densely packed, and adsorbed on the dragon pattern sword.

A large amount of sand swept in, trying to accompany Jiang Yun's breathing, through his mouth and nose, into his body!