The Green Gourd Sword Fairy

At the same time Liang Yan sneaked into the prison, not far from the valley of Qiling Mountain, a giant fairy ship quickly shuttled between the clouds.

On the immortal ship, there is magnificent magnificence, Qionglou Yuyu, the bow of the ship has five colors of glow, and the sound of bells and drums is endless at the stern.

The boat travels high in the sky, taking thousands of miles of clouds as the blue sea surface, the sea of ​​clouds is turbulent, rolling up thousands of feet and huge waves, countless light auras are tossing underneath, but the huge immortal boat is still stable, and the hull has not even the slightest ups and downs.

On such a magnificent fairy ship, only a few hundred people were carried.

It's just that the cultivators on the ship have the lowest cultivation level in the middle Jindan stage, and the high cultivation level has even reached the late stage of Tongxuan. With such a terrifying strength, anyone singled out can establish a faction in Xianzhou, Antarctica, but on this ship it is just like an ordinary person.

Looking at the position of the bow again, there were seven people standing side by side.

There was a man with a black face, a square face and a broad nose, wearing a red robe, his face was not angry or prestigious. At this time, he just stood there quietly, giving people a shocking sense of oppression.

There was a man wearing a Jiugong Taoist robe and a peach wood sword on his back. He looked grinning and looked around from time to time. It seemed to be looking at the beautiful scenery along the way, which was incompatible with the murderous spirit around him.

There is a female cultivator with a graceful figure and picturesque eyebrows. She is stepping on the Nine-Rank Lotus Platform under her feet. There are various flowers opening and closing around her body. It seems that through spring, summer, autumn and winter, from blooming to withering, it is only in the eyes of this girl. middle.

There is an old white beard, wearing a star-moon robe and a purple and gold hibiscus crown. He is born with a childlike appearance and a fairy-style bone, surrounded by auspicious clouds, which looks unfathomable.

There is a female nun. Although she looks over thirty, she is charming and charming. She has a turquoise palace dress with sea waves embroidered on her clothes. It seems to be flowing, and a slight wave can still be heard faintly. Voices.

There was a man, seven feet tall, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, wearing a set of blue robes, with a handsome face and a handsome expression, like a man in a fairy.

The breath of each of these six monks is as deep as the sea and towering as a mountain. When ordinary people see it, they must be in awe and dare not look directly.

The weird thing is that in the middle of the six people, there is actually a child standing.

The boy was born with thick eyebrows and big eyes, with a bright forehead, and he was wearing a set of coarse linen.

But looking at the attitudes of other people, this person is actually the head!

The immortal ship broke through the air, sailing in the sea of ​​clouds, and could travel thousands of miles in a flash, and there were casual repairers or wandering alchemists passing by.

After another half-pillar of incense, the fairy boat gradually sank into the sea of ​​clouds and pushed away the clouds, but saw that a towering mountain appeared not far ahead, and the top of the mountain was a thousand-mile radius, like an optimus stone pillar, towering over it. Between heaven and earth.

Above the top of the mountain, there are nine flags, each with a height of one hundred feet, divided into nine colors of white, yellow, red, purple, dark blue, light blue, black, blue, and orange, which are inserted in the nine positions of the top of the mountain. Each is blowing in the wind.

Under each banner, there are two cultivators from the Profound Realm sitting in jeopardy. The two of them cooperated with each other, and they kept playing various tricks with their hands. There were more than ten Golden Core Realm cultivators sitting side by side, seeming to form one. Protect the flag array.

The nine flags each took up a position, and only the south of the huge mountain top was left empty. It was just that the surrounding wind roared, the spiritual energy was disturbed, and there was a fortune in the dark, it seemed that all the unfavorable things rushed to the south.

"What a nine schools!"

On the immortal boat, the Taoist priest in Jiugong Taoist robe suddenly smiled and said: "This group of turtle sons used the'Nine Elements Flag' to control Feng Shui and made a stern battle. This is to give us a bit of power!"

"Huh! Wonderful tricks are of no use!" The black-faced man snorted coldly, as if he was very disdainful of this method.

"Brother Wang Zhongdao's words are incorrect."

The Taoist priest wearing the Jiugong Taoist robe laughed and said: "The two battles are the first opportunity. Our Wushuang City is coming in mighty, so if it doesn't make sense, we will lower our heads first. Dear friends, let me change the situation. Change the fortune of this Cangnan Mountain!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he lightly stepped on one foot and walked forward out of the fairy boat.

As the pace stepped on, the void in front suddenly twisted and deformed, and a black hole appeared after a while, and an old incense case emerged from it.

The Taoist raised his hand to play a magic trick, and burned the three incense burners on the case, and the green smoke rose up, but it did not dissipate, but went straight up towards the cloud.

Immediately afterwards, the Taoist took off the peach wood sword at his waist, wore a yellow talisman, and walked in midair, chanting Taoism.

When he took the first step, the wind on the Cangnan Mountain changed. The wind that was originally uniformly blowing to the south suddenly became messy, and the nine flags fluttered in the wind, completely messing up the structure.

Stepping out of the second step, there was an open flame around the top of the mountain, but instead of burning on the flowers, birds, and trees, it appeared out of thin air, spreading in the direction of the nine big flags.

In the third step, the Taoist took the peach wood sword and pointed towards the ground. The sea of ​​clouds around the top of the mountain rolled up the waves, as if the tide was rising and falling.

Taking the last step, the Taoist took the peach wood sword and pointed towards the sky. The yellow talisman on the sword burned into a wisp of blue smoke, and then thunder fell from the sky, and the black thunder cloud fell directly on the heads of the nine schools. .

At this moment, on the top of Cangnan Mountain, under the banner of Huoyun, a red-faced and red-bearded old man was sitting on the Luan's cart.

There are dozens of monks in red around him. Except for the three True Monarchs, the others are all around the old man. , There are also beautiful female nuns who serve in the old man's car.

Seeing a sudden vision in mid-air, the old man lost the interest in drinking tea, squinted his eyes for a while, and suddenly smiled: "This method should be the Feng Xuanzi of Wushuang City. This old way is also an evil. Actually want to control the wind and thunder, change the water and fire. Fellow daoists, who of us will meet him for a while?"

As soon as his voice fell, there was a sneer from the Xinghuang banner not far away:

"Hmph, Feng Xuanzi came here well! I haven't had a face-to-face with him for a long time, and I will meet him for a while today!"

The speaker was a rickety old man, riding on the back of a black cow, with no facial features on his face, only a red smiling face, which looked like a mask, which looked weird.

Behind him were dozens of monks wearing yellow robes, but most of these people bowed their heads, did not talk to each other, and looked lifeless.

Seeing this person's words, the old man with red beard immediately stroked his palm and smiled: "Very good, let the Grimace Daoist take the lead and kill the power of Wushuang City for us!"

"Hey, look forward to everyone!"

The grimace old man sneered a few times, and his figure suddenly disappeared in the next moment. At the same time, a weird black mist rose up in the air, constantly twisting and changing, and finally turned into three huge ghost claws, each of which was a hundred meters long, and grabbed it towards Feng Xuanzi's location.

Feng Xuanzi was doing the altar in mid-air, suddenly seeing the surrounding situation change, and seeing Senran ghost claws appearing out of thin air, he immediately smiled:

"Who am I? It turned out to be a grimace daoist from Huangquan Palace! We haven't fought for three hundred years, but we are going to learn something today!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he pointed the peach wood sword forward, and the sea of ​​clouds around was tumbling and changing, and many magical artifacts such as sharp spears, whisks, swords, treasure bottles, Taoist books, fish intestines, and bronze bells appeared. These magical artifacts are all transformed from white clouds, and the clouds above are overflowing with spiritual energy, and they are not inferior to the real magic weapons.

Feng Xuanzi's face was light and windy, just a flick of her fingers, and all the magic weapons hit the three ghost claws. With a few muffled noises, those ghost claws made of black fog fell. They were all knocked into blue smoke.

In the midair, a figure staggered out, looking quite embarrassed.

This person is the palace lord of Huangquan Palace who just disappeared, the grimace layman.

His ghost claw spell was broken, and he was not impatient. He just flicked his hand, and the original red smiling face disappeared and replaced with a yellow crying face. Then he pinched the magic trick with his hand, and the surrounding void began to twist and deform, and black holes appeared out of nowhere. Appear.

In the black hole, the ghosts are full of spirits, and the screams are endless!

In the next moment, countless evil ghosts crawled out of the black hole, wailing in pain, like a ghost desperate for their lives, scrambling towards Feng Xuanzi.

Feng Xuanzi practiced Taoism orthodoxy, with a pure Yang body on his body, and ordinary ghosts would die if they touched him.

But the Grimace Lay is not an ordinary ghost monk. He has a ghost soldier talisman, which can communicate with the yin gods of the underworld. The ghosts summoned are not afraid of pure sun, and the ghosts on his body can also contaminate Dao Xin.

If surrounded by these tens of thousands of ghosts, even the strong of the Transfiguration Realm would not be able to get out.

Feng Xuanzi knew so well that he didn't want to entangle with these ghosts, so he took out a talisman from his arms and threw it into the sky.

The talisman burned spontaneously without wind, and a gang wind suddenly emerged in the air, surrounding Feng Xuanzi, blowing the ghosts that came near to pieces.

In the fierce wind, Feng Xuanzi didn't rush, and slashed the peach wood sword in his hand, actually splitting the void in front of him.

The next moment, he stretched out his left hand and plunged directly into the crack of the void.

Seeing from a distance, the grimace layman was shocked for no reason, and suddenly he had a bad premonition.

A monk of his level can already faintly foresee the short-lived future, and he is even more convinced of the premonition in the battle.

The grimace layman did not hesitate, and with a thought in his heart, the whole person turned into a yellow light and rushed to the sky.

However, he had just moved, and the void behind him suddenly cracked, and a big sallow and withered hand came out of the crack, and the palm print lines on it were clearly visible.

In the eyes of others, this big hand didn't have any fancy moves, but simply grabbed it at the grimace layman.

But only the Grimace Jushi himself can feel that under the cover of this big hand, the surrounding space seems to be infinitely magnified. Even if his escape speed breaks through the sky, it is impossible to escape the envelope of this palm.

"Wonderful!"

In the immortal boat, the old white beard smiled and said: "Feng Xuanzi Taoist friend's vision is really harsh, the so-called capture the thieves first capture the king, instead of entangled with those ghosts, it is better to go straight to Huanglong. Fangyuan, if you can escape the sky, you can't escape Feng Xuanzi's palm."

Although his remarks were flattering, they were really reasonable. The few people on the bow nodded silently. Only the Maizi boy standing in the middle shook his head and sighed:

"Stupid apprentice, Old Grimace is not so easy to deal with..."

Before the words fell, sudden changes occurred in the air.

The grimace layman wiped his hand and changed his face again. The yellow crying face was changed to a black angry face. Behind him was a statue of Dharma with three heads and six arms, holding iron chains, evil jade, ancient mirrors, swords, ghost paper umbrellas, and ghost fire flags.

If Liang Yan were here, he would be able to recognize that the appearance of this Fa was very similar to the golem summoned by the Seven Ghosts of Huangquan in Qiyun Cave.

It's just that the seven ghosts of the Yellow Spring were summoned by magic weapons, and there was a real evil **** in front of them.

This evil **** stepped on the black cloud and waved his magic weapon, turning the paper umbrella and ghost fire into the air, swinging the boundless black cloud, and hitting the iron chain and sword in his hand toward the waxy palm.

boom!

With a loud noise coming from the sky, Feng Xuanzi hurriedly shrank his hands and pulled back from the void.

Looking down at this time, he found that his palms were already covered with dark spots, and a rotten and burnt smell came out, making people vomiting.

"It's such a powerful physiognomy, it actually broke my'universe hand'!"

Feng Xuanzi looked at him with a solemn expression, facing the rolling black clouds, without the slightest fear, but raised his hand and slapped the door, and three rays of light appeared behind his head, divided into three colors: blue, gold, and silver.

Among them, the two-color glow of gold and silver is like a meteor in the sky, bright and dazzling, stirring up layers of waves in the mid-air, and instantly dispersing the oncoming black clouds.

There was a little cyan aura that seemed to be lazy and motionless, but in fact, every time it flickered in the air, it would directly cross a hundred meters, and the speed was incredible, just a blink of an eye, and it reached the head of the grimace layman.

"San Yao Shenguang!"

On the top of Cangnan Mountain, under the banner of Baiyun, a handsome middle-aged man said in surprise.

"A hundred years ago, he still fought against people outside the Wushuang domain. At that time, he didn't use this magical power!"

"Hmph, this old way is very slippery, maybe he has already cultivated this magical power, but it has been hidden and not used. When he fights with life and death, the other party will definitely suffer a big loss!" The red-bearded old man narrowed his eyes. .

Under the banner of Green Bamboo, a woman in plain clothes sighed softly: "The Three Lights of Light has three kinds of light, namely'Golden Armor','Silver', and'Green Spirit'. Once the human meridian and acupuncture points are shrouded in it, they cannot get out. The Grimace Daoist was careless for a while, and now I am afraid that defeat is set."

The woman's voice was very soft, with a trace of regret in her tone, and as soon as her voice fell, there was a rough voice shouting not far away:

"Fairy Yun don't want to be discouraged, wait for someone to help him!"