magic door player

Chapter 15 Chixiaotian

015 Scarlet Heaven

Pang Yue smiled bitterly: "I really don't know, kid."

The middle-aged man said with a smile: "You don't even know the name of the world you are in?"

Pang Yue said: "I only know that this world is endless and vast. It is called Tianhai, and Tianhai is divided into the inner sea and the outer sea. The inner sea has four seas...Ordinary Daoist monks can hardly cross one of the seas in their entire lives just by flying away. .”

"Ignorant!"

The middle-aged man snorted and said, "Seeing that your cultivation is extraordinary, it seems to be inherited from a large clan, but unexpectedly, your knowledge is so limited."

Pang Yue took the opportunity to ask, "Senior, please clarify!"

He really wanted to know if there was any connection between the world he traveled to and the tushitian in the game in his previous life.
The middle-aged man said: "This realm was created by the mighty Chixiao Sect of Misty Sky in the ancient times, so it is named Chixiao. The world is divided into five regions, east, south, north, west, and middle. It's just a sea within a sea."

Pang Yue's expression changed, he didn't expect that the world of comprehension was so vast.

In the memory of the original owner, even the overhaul of the golden core, the scope of activities in his life is only to travel around the world, while the monk Daoji, with a life span of 300 years, is enough to explore the East China Sea in his life.

His heart moved, and he asked again: "Senior, have you ever heard of Tushitian?"

"No, which world is that?"

The middle-aged man shook his head.

"The kid also occasionally flips through ancient books, so he doesn't know about it," Pang Yue said.

The middle-aged man asked again about the current situation in the East China Sea, and Pang Yue answered them one by one.

After asking, the middle-aged man was silent for a long time before saying:

"You can enter this room and wake up my lingering thoughts, which shows the fate between you and my Yuanyang sect. I have been down for hundreds of thousands of years. Logically speaking, I shouldn't be picky, but your aptitude is really... really bad .”

"In my Yuanyang Abode, there is also a treasury, which is the foundation of the revival of my Yuanyang Sect. There are two inheritances of the Yuanshen Dao, nine magic weapons, and countless spiritual stones. If you agree to be the elder of my outer sect, Be responsible for finding true disciples for me, and I can guarantee your wealth and wealth for the rest of your life."

Pang Yue thought for a while and asked: "Being an elder of the outer sect, do you have no time to practice?"

The middle-aged man nodded: "Yes, you have to spend all your time on helping me find true disciples. However, according to your aptitude, even if you spend a lot of heavenly materials and earthly treasures, it is already enough for you to cultivate to the late stage of Taoism in this life." It is the limit. Why continue to waste time on meaningless things, why not find a few beautiful female cultivators, become Taoist couples, and cultivate the descendants of the family, and the descendants will worship my Yuanyang Sect and inherit my inheritance."

Pang Yue pondered for a long time, and said: "Forgive me, it's hard for me to agree to my senior. The road to immortality is long, stop here, and I can't be reconciled in this life."

The middle-aged man looked at him and said after a while:

"madness!"

"Fool!"

"Do you want me to do it myself and set up restrictions on your soul before you are willing?"

Pang Yue smiled slightly: "It's a pity that the treasure house is gone, but senior may not have the ability to keep me!"

After saying that, his figure flickered and disappeared.

"what?"

The middle-aged man's complexion changed slightly: "What a wonderful flying sword?"

After all, the whole body is full of aura!
Yuanyang Jingshe seemed to come alive, with countless gaps cracked on the surface of the huge bluestone, revealing dazzling white light repeatedly.

Between birth and death, the invisible sword passed through the restriction of Yuanyang Jingshe from the inside out, and flashed out.

Then, it disappeared into the vast deep sea.

Behind, the huge bluestone suddenly became brighter, and the white light illuminated thousands of miles in an instant.

Within a thousand miles, all creatures are stagnant.

There is only an invisible sword light, with a slight movement, it cuts through the inspiration and shuttles out.

"Forget it, if you want to leave, I won't keep you. There will be a fate in the future, and maybe we will meet again."

The middle-aged man's voice rang in Pang Yue's ears.

The next moment, a huge snow-white beam of light rose from the bottom of the sea, and the sea water in the thousand-mile sea area was instantly boiled by the huge and vast spiritual power!

The dazzling snow-white beam of light pierced the sky, and the astonishing fluctuations of aura spread in all directions, and could be sensed by anyone within ten thousand miles.

Including the teleportation square city of the Magic Talisman Sect, thousands of monks saw this vision from a distance, and they all drove towards it by riding the light.

In the beam of light, Yuanyang Jingshe rose out of the sea, floated in the air, and disappeared with a slight turn.

Yu Pang Yue passed the invisible sword out of the sea, showing his figure, and looked back at the beam of light with a complicated expression.

The road of life consists of countless choices.

It's hard to say whether he was right or wrong in missing the opportunity just now.

"It's not suitable to stay here for long."

In the induction of spiritual consciousness, it seemed that someone nearby was alarmed by the vision and rushed towards this side. Pang Yue wanted to leave as soon as he moved.

Suddenly, a voice sounded in the distance.

"Fellow Daoist, please stay!"

Not far away, five rays of light frantically flew towards him.

The first person even made a direct move, and flew out three dark thunders, hitting Pang Yue.

Pang Yue was annoyed by the matter of Yuanyang Jingshe, seeing this, he couldn't help laughing out of anger.

The three divine thunders detonated instantly, and the dim blue light overflowed, turning into three thunder clouds to cover Pang Yue.

Rumble!
Loud noises roared across the sea.

Under the gloomy sky, the drizzle was flying, and the lightning glow was swimming in the rain like a dragon and snake.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, five escaping lights have surrounded Pang Yue.

Er, the thunder light dissipated.

Pang Yue's body glowed with golden light, standing in the void unscathed.

The Dragon Elephant Subduing Demon Fist has been cultivated to the extreme by him. Although the power of physical defense is not as good as that of a Jindan monk, it is far beyond the realm of Taoism.

He took a leisurely look at the five people who surrounded him, and said with a gloomy expression, "You guys attacked me for no reason, but are you tired of doing it?"

The five Longyanzi were also looking at Pang Yue, and they were all relieved to see that he was only at the third level of the Dao Foundation.

Although there is a very powerful body training method, as long as it is not in close combat, it can always be killed.

"You killed my sister, Long Ying'er? Where are the Five Friends of Zhushan?"

Long Yanzi stared at Pang Yue. He was the one who attacked Pang Yue with Guishui Yinlei just now.

"I don't know Long Ying'er and Zhushan Five Friends."

Pang Yue grinned, and two flying swords appeared in front of him, one with a cold light and the other red and white.

The sword light was like a spirit snake wrapping around his body, dancing around him nimbly, as if it might fly out at any time.

He looked around at the five people, as if he was wondering who to attack first.

Scribes who play Guishui Yinlei have a perfect foundation of Taoism and are the most difficult to deal with.

The young monk seemed to have seen him in Boguzhai, and he had something to do with the Gu family.

The chunky, well-dressed old man has the worst cultivation, he seems to be only at the sixth level of the Dao Foundation.

The remaining two were wearing a battle armor, a mask on their face, exuding chills all over their bodies, and they were at the seventh level of the Dao Foundation.

The other person was dressed in black, with a rough face and a Daoist Ninth Level cultivation base. He was looking at him greedily at this moment, not hiding his murderous intent.

Seeing that Pang Yue was surrounded by his five people, Long Yanzi was still so at ease, so he couldn't help putting away his contempt, concentrating on it, and becoming vigilant.

Xun Yuan shouted: "You caused the vision just now? Is the golden core treasure on your body?"

The monk in black couldn't bear to speak, and said: "He is the only one in a thousand miles, who else could it be? Kill him soon... Treasure hunting is important!"

After all, he took out a pitch-black flying knife and slashed at Pang Yue's eyebrows.

Pang Yue sneered, flicked his fingers, and Die Lianhua flew out to stop the flying knife.

With a flickering movement of the Flame Demon Slaying Immortal Sword, it appeared in front of the black-clothed cultivator, turning into a slender red-white streamer and circling towards his neck.

Zheng!
The black-clothed monk threw out a short silver staff and hit the red-and-white flying sword with precision.

But at the next moment, his face suddenly froze, his eyes widened, showing an expression of disbelief.

A thin bloodstain appeared between his brows, extending downwards.

The other four were about to make a move, but when they saw this, they subconsciously stopped.

I saw the body of the black-clothed monk split in two from the middle, and fell towards the sea below.

The four of Long Yanzi felt a chill in their hearts, no one could see clearly how the black-clothed monk died.

"Let's do it together!"

Long Yanzi yelled, and took the lead in the attack. With a raised hand, a Guishui Yinlei the thickness of a bucket hit Pang Yue.

The other three also shot.

Pang Yue's figure flickered and suddenly disappeared!

All attacks hit the empty space!
But those two flying swords were flying around nimbly, ethereal and uncertain, turning into Yaojiao sword lights and wandering in the arena.

Qinghan's sword slashed at Qian Yufeng, and Chibai's sword slashed at Xun Yuan.

The sword light was faster than the lightning, and the two of them rushed to parry with all their strength.

Long Yanzi and the monk in battle armor kept their eyes wide open, and at the same time swept the surroundings wildly with their spiritual consciousness, trying to find Pang Yue's trace.

Suddenly, the Qinghan sword light suddenly accelerated, flashed past Qian Yufeng's interception, sank into the center of his eyebrows, flew out from the back of his head, and disappeared into the rain.

Then came a dull thunder sound.

Qian Yufeng's expression was dull, he looked at Long Yanzi, and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but his eyes dimmed, and he just fell away.

Sword and thunder sound.

The hearts of the remaining three were beating wildly, and they all regretted their trip.

Without saying a word, Long Yanzi suddenly raised a pitch-black long flag and shouted, "Come to me!"

Billowing black mist gushed out from the long streamer and scattered in all directions.

Xun Yuan and the monks in battle armor hurriedly flew towards Longyanzi.

Suddenly, a flash of gorgeous sword light erupted, and the red and white sword light suddenly split into four, two of which stayed to entangle Xun Yuan, and the other two cut towards the armored monk.

A thick blue light emerged from the armored monk, and he raised his hand and sacrificed a handful of cold sand to block in front of him.

The cold sand is like fog, densely packed, surrounding the armored monks.

A wave of extreme cold spread, and when the surrounding drizzle fell, it turned into ice crystals, profusely.

Even the sea below began to freeze and spread.

However, after getting the Chibai Jianmang into the cold sand, it is as agile as a swimming fish, shuttling between grains of cold sand!

The battle armor monk hurriedly made a formula, and the cold sand was suddenly collected, covering the body surface, forming another layer of armor.

The next moment, the red and white sword light merged into one, and quickly cut dozens of circles around the neck of the armored monk!

There was a sharp and piercing cutting sound.

"Friend Long Daoist save..."

The armor monk roared.

Before the words fell, a head with a helmet fell down.

The cold sand, the battle armor, and the aura of body protection were all cut apart by the Flame Demon Slashing Immortal Sword.

On the other side, Xun Yuan fled towards the black mist at Longyanzi while using a fan-shaped magic weapon to resist the sword glow.

Just as he was about to enter the black mist, he suddenly heard the screams of the armored monks.

He turned his head to look, but suddenly felt a chill on his neck.

Out of the corner of his eye, a transparent flying sword with bloodstains flashed across his field of vision...

(End of this chapter)