Immortal Monarch and Demon Venerable are all my vests

Feng Qishan waited in front of the door with Shensi not belonging to the ground, his eyes swept over the main hall behind him from time to time, sweat dripped from his forehead.

In any case, he would never have imagined that the Jiangcheng Patriarch who had only heard about it in rumors and whom Yue Qingcheng's Feng Clan had always regarded as a backer, would suddenly come to the Feng Clan's ancestral land in person.Didn't this old ancestor just declare that he and Feng's 'severance of friendship' was not long ago!

God knows how much shadow Feng Qishan felt when the cyan figure appeared and the scene where the members of the Feng clan knelt on the ground instantly.

Why did the ancestor of Jiangcheng, who had been lukewarm for so many years, suddenly draw a clear line with the Feng family in front of the entire cultivation world?Because of his personal disciple Shen Muxuan who is regarded as a treasure.

Who was it that took the initiative to provoke Shen Muxuan and caused the tragic consequences above?It's his clan of Feng Qishan!

Feng Qishan is the person in the Feng Clan who most wishes that Fengjiang City would never think about it. Even after the two sides were divorced, the big and small families headed by the Li Dynasty who had been suppressed by the Feng Clan showed faint signs of counterattack. The elder is in a state of desperation, that is a hundred times better than Feng Jiangcheng's door-to-door interrogation!

The former is unlucky for everyone, and the sky is falling and there is a tall man to carry it, while the latter, his lineage, will definitely be thrown out to take the blame!

"Hey, why is there no one, could it be that I am late?"

The breeze passed through the front of the hall, and there was a figure in front of Feng Qishan's eyes. He was so angry that he raised his hand and slapped him: "What's the noise, I don't know what it is—"

Snapped--!

"See, see Daojun."

The moment Feng Qishan saw the face of the visitor clearly, he knelt down, swung half of his arm and turned abruptly in mid-air, and slapped his face heavily. In the blink of an eye, his right cheek was swollen , The whole person lay on the ground and curled up into a ball, trembling slightly with fear.

Even Shen Muxuan, who hates stepping into the Feng Clan's territory the most, has come here. Could it be that the Jiangcheng Patriarch's trip is really to settle old scores!God dies me too!

Shen Muxuan stared at him for a few breaths: "Oh, it's you!"

He laughed: "Last time, the quality of the junior soul in your family was quite good. When I went to the Eighteenth Heavy Prison, I threw it into the Evolution Soul Pool. It took me three breaths of screaming before it was completely melted!"

Feng Qishan was shaking like he had epilepsy.

Shen Muxuan raised his folding fan and nodded in the main room: "How long has it been since you entered Fengjiang City?"

"It's been an hour."

No one answered, only the breeze was blowing by, Feng Qishan tremblingly raised a slit to peek at the ground in front of him, he was greatly relieved when he didn't see the trace of the white hem, and slowly sat up straight.

Boom!

A head with a relaxed expression rolled to the ground.

Shen Muxuan paused slightly, and a human voice came out of the void: "Are you actually such a soft-hearted person outside? As the master of the fairy sword, can you still restrain the ghosts and ghosts in all directions like this?"

Looking back and forth with gloomy and cold eyes that seemed to mean looking back, Shen Muxuan maintained a constant pace and approached the closed hall, twitching the corners of his mouth, but there was no smile in his eyes: "With the head and senior brother here, why should I do this to offend you?" human affairs."

"Are you blaming the ancestor for letting you be such a raft?"

"How dare Mu Xuan?"

As if to prove that he was not lying, he stepped faster and faster, but it was so light that no dust was raised.When he was about to touch the closed door of the main room, Shen Muxuan suddenly threw out the fan bone that was shining with cold light, and at the same time turned over and jumped into the air.

Bang Bang Bang Bang!

The solid high wall exploded the moment it came into contact with the tip of the fan bone, and a thick gray mist mixed with rancid smell rushed towards the face, like rotten pickled fish that had been stored in a sealed cellar for a hundred years. Shen Muxuan, who was preparing for it, froze for three breaths, and almost fell directly from mid-air!

The moment he regained his sanity, he retreated wildly, pulled off his belt, took off his outer robe, poured his spiritual power and threw it towards the gray mist that was spreading wildly.The gray mist spread so fast that within five breaths of the Li hall collapsed, the gray mist had already swallowed half of the entire main building complex of the Feng Clan.

The robe that was thrown out was completely corroded by the gray mist after holding on for ten breaths. With such a formidable power, the person who confronted Fengjiang City in the main room was at least at the level of Yan Yan in his heyday!Counting the world of comprehension, how many people can there be?

This is hitting the iron plate!

At this moment, he was sure that Feng Jiangcheng must not know what the Feng family did behind the scenes, otherwise he would not have the guts to come to the door alone to inquire about the crime, and he might be trapped in it now.

The only thing Shen Muxuan was thankful for was that he somehow managed to fool Daoist Yuan out, otherwise even if he shed a layer of skin today, he might not be able to escape from this ghostly place with his life.

The suspicion and anxiety that came out of the void pierced his back clearly, and before Yuan Daoist could question him, Shen Muxuan pulled out the Tianji Sword with a 'clang', and swung it forward with all his spiritual power.The condensed golden sword energy pierced straight into the depths of the gray mist, forcibly splitting a narrow path, and at the same time the gray mist surged to quickly fill the open space.He didn't stop for a moment, held his breath and rushed in with his sword in hand. Daoist Yuan quickly followed after weighing one or two.

The courtyard walls, screen walls, etc. have all been corroded, and all the eyes are covered with gray fog of different shades, completely blocking the sunlight.Shen Muxuan identified and leaned towards the place where the fog was thickest and where the original main room was.

"This is the 'Bodhi Realm', heh, he is almost dead after being polluted like this, no wonder he put his hands under my nose recklessly."

Daoist Yuan's increasingly gloomy voice sounded in his mind, pointing him in the direction: "He definitely didn't come from the main body, most likely it's a parted soul that came down through some kind of enshrined evil thing, and your master is entangled, and he still found out for the time being. Not for you, but if you move too much, then not necessarily."

Shen Muxuan thought for a moment.

This kind of tone, and the saying of Bodhi... Could it be the one from the Western Region Buddhist School?Before, he guessed that Yan Yan, who was furious, was catching up, and wondered why it was so fast.

Has it weakened to the point of collapse?In this case, he will have to think carefully.

Shen Muxuan followed the direction pointed by Taoist Yuan, slowed down and stuck to the edge of the core area.From this position, one can clearly feel the violent fluctuations of the inner aura. Shen Muxuan circulated the spiritual energy to the meridians of his eyes and looked intently. Two blurred figures entangled together were the core of the chaotic aura.

The man in green clothes holding the sword was Feng Jiangcheng. The person opposite him was wearing a cloak made of gray mist, his whole body was covered tightly, and when he made a move from time to time, the cloak shook to reveal a little white light. It is particularly conspicuous under the background.

When the white light was revealed, the temperature of his whole body dropped sharply, and he could feel Daoist Yuan's real gaze and unconcealable anger across a layer of void.

Shen Muxuan asked: "Aren't you going to help a group of people seal Jiangcheng? If you do, then Fenhun must not be the opponent."

Daoist Yuan sneered: "Why didn't I know that you still have such a pitiful master-student affection for your master?"

"Ha, the relationship between master and apprentice? That's probably because I want to crush his flesh and blood and swallow him." Shen Muxuan smiled, "The one inside is the one from the Buddhist sect, I guess. It’s just a mere Feng clan, how could he have the guts to rob the old ancestor, it turns out that he has such a strong backing.”

"Okay, take your little thoughts away."

Daoist Yuan said indifferently, "I don't make a move, there are naturally reasons why I don't make a move. But if the monk dares to reach out to my territory, he can't easily get away and... what are you doing!"

The sound of shock and anger was left behind, and at the same time as he rushed out, Shen Muxuan held the Tianji Sword flat with one hand, while holding the sword tightly with the other hand, and swiped fiercely.

A large amount of blood slid down the sword body, as if even the sword light was dyed blood red. When the long sword was swung, the gray mist changed its previous swarming posture, and swarmed away as if it had vitality. Avoid it.

Such a big movement, as long as the two people inside are not blind and deaf, there is absolutely no reason why they can't find it.

Feng Jiangcheng expressed surprise mixed with joy, and stretched out his hand to him: "Mu Xuan, you..." Are you here to help me?

The white-clothed figure brushed past his hand, the belt fluttering, without leaving Feng Jiangcheng a single look.

Shen Muxuan's sword light forced back the gray mist, ignoring the members of the Feng clan who were lying on the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead, and slashed at the gray-clothed man head-on: "The territory of the Taihua Immortal Sect, how can you allow people like you who hide their heads and show their tails to act wildly!"

When the sword palm collided, Shen Muxuan felt as if he had been chopped on iron wood, and the tremor continued to spread from the contacted part, which was softer than pure black iron, but far beyond the normal intensity.If it is the Tianji Sword in a normal state, it is really not easy to break through the opponent's defense for a while.

Feng Jiangcheng came back to his senses, the two were already fighting together, he frowned and quickly joined the battlefield to fight against each other, not forgetting to remind: "Be careful, this guy is so weird! His body is the head of the Feng family The enshrined statue turned into a ray of soul, and it is difficult for ordinary magical weapons to break through his defense!"

Before he finished speaking, the red-glowing sword body was deeply embedded in the resisting arm of the man in gray, as smooth as cutting into a block of lard.

Although no blood flowed out, the gray-clothed man and Feng Jiangcheng both froze for a moment during the fierce battle, staring at the position where the sword was embedded in disbelief.

It was only then that Feng Jiangcheng noticed the difference in the Tianji Sword. The gray fog at the core was too thick, and after the blood was completely absorbed, there was only a layer of subtle red light that could be ignored, which was covered by the golden light of the Tianji Sword. Where would you notice this strangeness during the battle?

The man in gray suddenly trembled violently.

He stretched out his other hand fiercely, Feng Jiangcheng swung his sword to block it, but was completely ignored, the sword edge cut through the gray robe and brought out a string of sparks, but that hand grabbed the part of the Tianji Sword that hadn't been pulled away regardless. Jianfeng did not let go after being cut into two deep gaps.

The man in gray restrained the blade from being pulled away, and quickly buried his head on Shen Muxuan's unhealed wound and licked it heavily!

Feng Jiangcheng:! ! !

Daoist Yuan who was caught off guard: ...!

Shen Muxuan resisted the disgusting and sticky feeling on his hands, and after confirming that the man in gray had discovered the blood problem, he pretended nothing happened and swung his sword to fight again.

But after this encounter, Feng Jiangcheng obviously felt that his pressure had been greatly reduced during the battle. The man in gray seemed to have recognized something, and chased and beat Shen Muxuan furiously. Any injuries that were not fatal or hindered his actions were completely ignored. Lose Feng Jiangcheng this person.

Not very lethal, but extremely humiliating.

Shen Muxuan seemed to have been stimulated to his potential by the sudden increase in pressure, and the sword became more and more cunning, and a deep wound hit his body. If this puppet incarnation had no blood and pain, it would have lost too much blood and lost consciousness.

However, after all, it is a person who is on par with Daoist Yuan, even if it is weakening day by day, even if it is just an incarnation, it is not possible to overcome it without crossing the tribulation period of the Hedao Heavenly Mosque.

In the eyes of the man in gray under the cloak, two golden '?e' symbols slowly emerged. The moment the symbol was formed, the man in gray became so powerful that he completely ignored Feng Jiangcheng's sword energy cutting towards his neck. Cheng Zhao grabbed Shen Muxuan!

Blood oozes from the corners of Shen Muxuan's mouth oppressed by his powerful aura, his face is pale, but his eyes are more and more serious, and he completely ignores the big hand that is attacking him. Let the light go!

The man in gray showed surprise in his eyes, and said with a hoarse smile: "My boy, that's why you came here. Look at your posture, do you want to exchange one for one? It's a pity..."

"Your blood and this broken jade, I want it!"

The aura around him soared again, and for a moment the spiritual pressure even condensed into substance!

Feng Jiangcheng was sent flying by him with a wave of his sleeves, Shen Muxuan's veins were exposed in both hands holding the sword, and his agility was severely restricted, no matter what, he couldn't get out of the range covered by the palms of the man in gray.

"Do you want my blood? If it is stolen by a bastard like you, it's better to return this world!"

This scene made Shen Muxuan feel desperate for a moment, and soon his eyes turned hard, his spiritual power quickly gathered in his dantian, and his whole body was filled with aura.

"Under the old man's nose, you little brat still wants to explode yourself successfully?"

The man in gray laughed hoarsely and sarcastically, and grunted, the '?e' under his eyes became brighter, and he squeezed his palms together slowly. Miraculously, the blood lines bulging on the surface of Shen Muxuan's skin were actually touched by him one by one. Click back.

Shen Muxuan raised his head and stared coldly at the wide brim of his hat, turned the hilt of the sword with his wrist and circled it half a circle in the palm of his hand, the point of the sword was aimed at him, and he was about to fall down with force!After failing to blew himself up, he immediately resorted to the second method. This kind of character is really unique!

The man in gray was caught off guard by him, he folded his palms together and quickly let go to grab the point of the sword. Shen Muxuan exerted too much force and was not at all fortunate. There was a huge gap in his palm instantly, and the golden sword point protruded from the back of his hand before he pulled it out. Will be castrated by the other hand.

The man in gray was about to break out in a cold sweat.

"Old Ancestor, catch it!"

Shen Muxuan suddenly raised his voice and shouted, at the same time a white light was thrown out, and fell steadily into the palm of Daoist Yuan in the void behind him.

The man in gray stretched out his hand to touch his waist, and the broken jade hanging there was indeed gone!

He laughed back angrily: "Okay, this trick of playing east and west is not bad."

Before he finished speaking, Shen Muxuan felt that the nine great mountains were falling down with the momentum of thunder, and the air was completely frozen. Compared with before, even the movement of lifting the sword became extremely difficult.

Daoist Yuan finally moved.

An invisible big hand protruded from the void, colliding with the falling attack of the man in gray.

Boom-!

The invisible shock wave exploded in a ring shape. Shen Muxuan has been wounded and wounded repeatedly since the Northern Demon Territory. When he was swept away by the shock wave, his eyes went black on the spot, and he completely lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

The old thing will never let the blood bottle be taken away by Master Zen.

A moment before he passed out, this thought was in his mind, and then passed out with confidence.

***

After some fights, Taoist Chan did not descend in real body after all, and was quickly crushed by Taoist Yuan, a local snake, and the sub-souls brought down from his sojourner's body.The moment the soul was crushed, the scream of pain that almost pierced through the sky pierced through many spaces and resounded throughout the land of the clan.

The soul is a complete piece, and any part of the soul is crushed, and the injury to the main body will be serious.If it is said that the weakening of Taoist Chan originally made him have three points of strength, now the remaining half of it has exceeded expectations.

After the gray fog cleared, on the messy Feng clan ground, Feng Jiangcheng lowered his head and knelt at Daoist Yuan's feet without saying a word.

Daoist Yuan looked around, his eyes were cold and stern: "Jiangcheng, you have cultivated a good clan."

Feng Jiangcheng lowered his head even deeper: "...it was my fault, please punish me."

He knew that Daoist Yuan would never allow disobedience. Although it was a decision made by the suzerain Feng's privately with Taoist Chan in private, he didn't know it at all, but Daoist Yuan said that it was caused by him letting the clan and cultivating the clan. If you don't want to die, you can only grit your teeth and admit it.

Sure enough, Daoist Yuan's expression softened a lot: "You have always been very sensible. It was the same with Qing Huan back then, and it is still the same with Mu Xuan."

In the deepest part of Feng Jiangcheng's eyes, a look of shame floated gently, like clouds in the sky, which dispersed with a poke.He said: "You are the Taoist master of Taihua Xianzong, so naturally everyone should follow your will."

"Humph."

He looked down at Fengjiang City, as if he was looking down at a worm that made him satisfied and pitiful.A selfish bug who always puts himself first.

But that doesn't matter, as long as he is Daoist Yuan forever, Fengjiang City will always be that worm at his feet.

Daoist Yuan stretched out his hand, and touched the center of Fengjiang City's eyebrows, and the coldness seeped in.

"Death crimes can be avoided, but living crimes cannot escape. After returning to the sect, I will seal off your meridians and spiritual roots, and put you in a 'life prison' for three years. Do you have any objections?"

Living in prison... Fengjiang City trembled heavily.

"...not at all."

Daoist Yuan was very satisfied with his unconditional obedience: "Before you get punished, you have to do one more thing."

"Please order."

Daoist Yuan smiled: "In the matter of the ancient jade fragments, how did Shen Muxuan treat you, you can do it on that smelly monk."