Great Song catcher

Chapter 336 Crisis Step by Step
After hearing Hong Kunlun's words, everyone couldn't help but looked at each other.

Most of the people who entered the ancient city this time gathered here, and being able to survive the siege of so many Yin soldiers is enough to show their strength. Basically, they are all warriors above the Condensation Realm, like Nie Feng. There are not a few warriors who have stepped into the realm of gods.

However, these masters come from various sects, and some of them are hostile to each other, or have personal grievances, especially in the ancient city, although there are many crises, there must be chaos, and they can also be said to be rivals. , wanting to coexist peacefully is almost a luxury.

But having said that, what Hong Kunlun said was not wrong.

In a place like the ancient city, personal power is very small, unless you step into the realm of gods, become a warrior or have enough confidence to be a lone ranger, but this ancient city seems to have some kind of restriction, and a warrior who is a warrior has no power at all. If you can't get in, there is an invisible force at the gate of the city, which excludes all warriors who enter the city. Only warriors in the innate realm can enter the ancient city.

If a martial arts warrior wanted to forcibly break into the ancient city, he would be intercepted and killed by a team of Yin soldiers at the gate of the city. That's how the master of the Kunshan School died like this.

Seeing the silence of the crowd, Wu Chen in a white robe stepped forward, clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's mantra: "Amitabha, I know that everyone is afraid. If after forming an alliance, there are still people who dare to attack other comrades behind their backs. Then everyone present can kill him and deprive this sect of all the gains in the ancient city, what do you think?"

Hong Kunlun is the next head of the beggar gang, and Wuchen is the next head of Shaolin.

These two people will both be Taishan Beidou-level figures in the martial arts in the future, and what they say together is not light.

Tang Ruyi also said at this time: "I, Tangmen, are willing to set an example. I will never attack other martial arts comrades without authorization. If we find an opportunity in the ancient city, then we will all rely on our own abilities. But before that, if anyone dares to Do it, I, the Tang Sect, will be the first to refuse!"

The voice fell.

More than a dozen Tang Sect masters all gathered behind Tang Ruyi.

Zhao Yuan and another young man also said: "I, Shenjian Villa, would also like to join. If anyone dares to violate the covenant, Shenjian Villa will eradicate them at all costs!"

"Since that's the case, my Kunlun faction is here to join in the fun!"

Guan Qingtian walked up to Tang Ruyi and Zhao Yuan with his clothes fluttering.

Seeing that the five sects had united, the rest of the people knew that even if they opposed it, it would be useless. Instead, they would put themselves on the cusp of the storm and become the target of public criticism, so they all followed suit and agreed to this matter.

"How is this benefactor doing?"

Wu Chen turned to look at Nie Feng.

Although they don't know the details of Nie Feng, the strength Nie Feng has shown has won their respect. No one dares to say that they can beat Nie Feng in a single battle, so they have to seek Nie Feng's opinion.

"Everything is as you two said."

Nie Feng was naturally happy to see such a scene, so how could he disagree.

"Then what do we do now?"

A master wearing a jade crown and feather clothes asked: "You should have heard the roar coming from the depths of the dense fog. I don't know what kind of creature it is, but just the roar can make my heart tremble. It is conceivable that it is definitely not something to provoke, maybe it is a monster monster left over from the ancient barbaric period."

The words of this Heshan School master are not boasting, his cultivation base has already reached half-stepped into the God Realm, and there are not many masters of this level in the world who can calm down this level of masters with just a roar, at least the masters of the God Realm cannot do it.

In other words, the existence of the creature that made that roar is comparable to that of a master in the realm of destiny.

Although there are so many people here, they may be able to defeat the masters in one fell swoop, but they are completely powerless to fight back against the existence of the realm of destiny.

The Xiantian Realm can only obey the rules.

Ecstasy can break the rules.

The Destiny Realm is the person who creates the rules.

In the distant ancient times, the power of the realm of destiny had another name-God!

In the myths and legends of later generations, it is recorded that Xuanyuan Huangdi's war sword was given by the Nine Heavens Xuannv. The gods collected the copper of Shouyang Mountain, used the Nine Heavens God Thunder as the hammer, and the earth's center of fire as the furnace to fuse three thousand people. The supernatural power of the gods, quenched with the water of the Tianhe River, has just achieved this peerless sword that overwhelms the world.

And the so-called [-] gods are actually [-] peak powers in the realm of destiny.

As for whether there is a higher realm above the realm of destiny, no one in the world knows.

At this time, there was a loud noise in the distance.

Everyone followed the prestige, and saw a white light flying like a dragon, flying towards the square from the far horizon.

"The dragon crosses thousands of mountains!"

"It's a master of the Murong family!"

Hong Kunlun narrowed his eyes and recognized the origin of this figure.

When Nie Feng was in Jiancheng, he saw Murong Yan perform this trick of dragon crossing thousands of mountains. It is said that this set of Tenglong swordsmanship was passed down from generation to generation by Murong's family.

But for a short moment.

The white light like a flood dragon has fallen to the ground.

But to Nie Feng's surprise, this person was not the Murong Yan he had seen before, but a plump and handsome young man dressed in white, with a little scarlet on the corners of his clothes fluttering in the wind, looking like a plum blossom, but actually But it was stained with blood.

"I'm Murong Yu, I've met all of you."

Hearing that this person reported his family name, the rest of the people were slightly shocked.

Murong Yu.

The third son of the Murong family!
This person rarely walks in the rivers and lakes on weekdays, but he did not expect that the appearance of the ancient city would attract him.

The head of the Murong family, Murong Yuan, has seven sons.

Among them, the eldest son, Murong Tian, ​​was also the most insane member of the Murong family, one of the four martial arts masters, and finally died in the dead city outside the pass. The second son was Murong Yan, who was placed high hopes by the elders of the Murong family. It's still cultivation, in this generation of the Murong family, they are all top-notch.

This Murong Yu is the Third Young Master. I heard that this man is a master of both poetry and swords. He has realized a set of mysterious sword skills from the poems of previous dynasties, but he has never used them in front of others.

"It turned out to be Mr. Murong, I'm so polite."

Wu Chen put one hand in front of his chest and bowed.

"I have heard the words of the master just now, I wonder if my Murong family can join it."

Murong Yu said very politely.

"of course can."

Wuchen nodded slightly.

"Someone is here again!"

Nie Feng's heart moved slightly, and he turned to look at the street where he and Qiao Shangzhou came.

A Taoist in Tsing Yi, about 30 years old, came gradually from a distance. The Taoist robe on his body was different from ordinary Taoist robes. The Tai Chi pattern embroidered on the ordinary Taoist robe was black and white, but the Tai Chi pattern embroidered on this person’s Taoist robe was But it is blue and red.

Among all the Taoist sects in the world, there is only one whose Taiji diagram looks like this.

Peace Road!
Nie Feng dealt with the heirs of Taiping Dao when he was building Jiancheng, and even killed two apprentices of Zhang En, the founder of Taiping Taoism. identity, so he didn't come to the door afterwards.

"It's a person of peace."

Murong Yu's complexion also changed a little.

Peace Road.

To some extent, it has the same origin as the White Lotus Sect.

But now they have parted ways.

As far as Nie Feng knows, Taiping Dao had already taken shape in the Spring and Autumn Period, but at that time it was only a branch of Daoism, created by Xiaoyao Immortal Zhuangzi, and his Daoism was passed down to later generations until it was passed down by Nan Huazi at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty. As a result, he established the Taiping Dao with this, and taught Zhang Jiao the martial arts in the Dao, which set off the Yellow Turban Rebellion, the prelude to the Three Kingdoms dispute.

The Yellow Turban Rebellion was put down, Zhang Jiao was killed by Taoist masters, and Taipingdao was also implicated and cast the name of a rebel.

Later, the Three Kingdoms and Two Jin Dynasties perished, and spread to the troubled times of the North and South. Taipingdao helped Emperor Wen of the Sui Dynasty, Yang Jian, to pacify the world and unify China.

Although Taiping Dao does not belong to the Nine Swords and Eight Sects, its power is not weaker than any other sect.

The contemporary Taiping Taoist patriarch Zhang En has practiced the "Tianwai Xiaoyao Chapter" passed down from generation to generation by Taiping Taoism to the peak. It is said that he is only one step away from breaking through the destiny. This may be the reason why Taiping Tao did not trouble himself. After all, there is no Zhang With En in charge, they didn't dare to take action against the six-door prefecture-level headhunters at will, so they had to wait for Zhang En to leave the customs before making a decision.

"I have seen you all."

After the young Taoist came over, he put one hand in front of him and saluted everyone present:
"Pindao also heard what Mr. Murong said just now, and I, Taipingdao, are also willing to join this alliance."

"Dare to ask about the long Dharma name?"

Tang Ruyi looked at him and asked.

The cultivation base of this Taoist has returned to the basics, and he looks like an ordinary person, all the energy and spirit are restrained in the body, even many masters who have practiced for a lifetime may not be able to have his attainments.

"I'm next to Xiyao."

The Taoist in Tsing Yi spoke slowly and said his name.

Although everyone had expected it in their hearts, they were still shocked when they heard the name.

Xiao Tianzun Xi Yao!
A disciple of Zhang En, the ancestor of Taiping Taoism, in his later years.

Zhang Enzhen is a master of martial arts. Among the many masters of Taiping Dao, Xi Yao is No. 1 under the state of ecstasy. Some people say that his cultivation base can actually break through the state of ecstasy, but for some unknown Because of his fame, he has been suppressing his cultivation.

"The sword in this brother's hand is the revolving sword used by seniors to ward off evil?"

Murong Yu suddenly looked at Nie Feng and asked.

"Yes."

"Brother and Senior Lian are...?"

"That's the tutor."

Murong Yu chuckled lightly and said: "It turned out to be Senior Lian's high-ranking apprentice, my Murong family and Senior Lian used to have a little bit of mutual affection."

"My master also told me that he exchanged the wheel-turning sword technique for the left-handed Fufeng sword in Langya's library in the early years, and he has a good friendship with senior Murong Yuan." Nie Feng said.

Murong Yu nodded, "Father has always been thinking about Master Ling in his heart, and he never expected to see Senior Lian's apprentice again today, which is considered a great fortune."

Seeing Murong Yu's words and demeanor, Nie Feng couldn't help sighing in his heart, these disciples from famous martial arts families are indeed rare in mediocrity, and a few words in the conversation faintly showed his position, and he also gave himself a little praise by the way.

Just as everyone was discussing what to do next, a sudden scream attracted everyone's attention.

"over there!"

Nie Feng was the first to react, and ran towards the street where the voice came from, and the rest followed closely behind.

But when they rushed over, it was still a step too late. They only saw a pool of blood on the ground, and the direction where the blood disappeared was a house with a closed gate.

"A master of the Huashan Sword Sect!"

The young man beside Zhao Yuan walked over to pick up the iron sword on the ground, and said to everyone with a serious expression.

Song Beixiao from the Kongtong Sect also walked over, looked at the "Lu" character engraved on the sword body near the hood, and asked doubtfully, "Brother Chu, do you know who are the masters of the Huashan Sword Sect with the surname Lu?"

"Sky Star Sword Lu Fanchen!"

Tang Ruyi at the side said in a low tone, "I saw him enter the ancient city, but I didn't expect him to be murdered here."

Lu Fanchen, a three-generation disciple of the Huashan Sword Sect, has reached the peak of the Heavenly Human Realm.

And judging by the blood on the ground, the possibility of the injured person being alive is extremely slim.

"Would you like to go in and have a look?"

Someone asked tentatively.

"no!"

Nie Feng and Hong Kunlun spoke at the same time.

"The ancient city is full of dangers, and we don't know what's inside. Even with Lu Fanchen's swordsmanship, it's hard to escape. It's hard for us to rush in and get out. Now there are only two ways..."

Hong Kunlun looked at the crowd and said, "Either continue to go deep into the ancient city, or leave the ancient city immediately!"

Nie Feng said: "But everyone should think about it first. It is true that you can get benefits if you continue to go deeper, but the greater possibility is to die in it directly. Although you can save your life by withdrawing from the ancient city, the pros and cons of it are up to you to weigh. .”

"I can't get out!"

Just when everyone was hesitating, a clear voice came from the street.

Following the sound, a young Taoist priest walked over with a long sword in his hand, followed by more than a dozen people, almost all of whom were wounded.

"Brother Duan!"

Guan Qingtian frowned and said, "How could you...?"

The person who came was also an acquaintance of Nie Feng, Duan Xiaoyao from the Zhenwu sect!

In Zhujian City, he was plotted against by the blood prince, but in the end, he was blessed by misfortune, and his cultivation base soared, and he also got a sword from Lian Jiuxiao.

"Indescribable."

Duan Xiaoyao said with a wry smile: "Everyone, don't think about going out now. Just now we wanted to go out according to the route we came to, but found that the city gate had disappeared, and we were also attacked by ghosts in the house."

"Are you saying that the way back has disappeared?"

Someone asked with a pale face.

Isn't this forcing them to enter the depths of the ancient city?
"Brother Duan said just now that he was attacked by ghosts in the house. Could it be that you fought with these beings in the house?" Tang Ruyi asked.

Duan Xiaoyao nodded, and said with lingering fear: "These houses are full of unkillable monsters, and their speed is so fast that it is difficult to catch their figures, and their strength is not inferior to ordinary masters of the Condensation Realm. All in all, they are very difficult to deal with. It took us a lot of energy to break out of the encirclement, and we came here only when we heard shouts."

(End of this chapter)