Tian Yuan Xian Ji

Chapter 1612 Ambush

Dark clouds covered the sun and heavy rain poured down.

Many monks were bustling around the normally deserted rocky hill. From a distance, three rays of light shot out.

The merchant boy who was guarding the perimeter was about to go up to stop him, but the escaping light had already passed by him and landed on the rocky hill.

The visitors were none other than Tang Ning and his party. The arrival of the three people immediately attracted the attention of the surrounding monks. The leader, a middle-aged man, flashed and came to the three of them.

"Senior Tang, Senior Kong." Seeing that the people coming were Tang Ning and Kong Rui, the man was shocked and saluted quickly.

"Guohua, Senior Tang investigated the case on behalf of the Qingzhou Allied Forces and came to inspect the scene. What did you find?" Shang Daoxian asked.

"Not yet. We have tried all kinds of secret methods in the past few days, but we have not been able to find the exact place where the family leader was killed. All members of the clan have been sent out to investigate nearby, hoping to find witnesses or clues, but So far nothing."

Tangning looked at the blood-soaked land not far away: "Isn't this the scene of the first crime?"

"No, when the head of the family was setting off, someone from the clan passed by, and happened to see the head of the family away from here, heading towards the Kong family."

"Where is the body of fellow Taoist Shang?"

"It has been brought back to the house. There are no external injuries on the body of the family leader. There are only broken bones caused by falling from a high altitude, but they are not fatal injuries. Through the secret method, we judge that the master of the family was performed a soul-searching technique before he was alive."

Kong Rui thought thoughtfully and glanced at Tang Ning: "The crime scene is not here, but he still dumped the body here, and used a soul search technique on him before he was alive. It seems that the murderer wanted to learn some secrets from fellow Taoist Shang."

"Let's go see the body of fellow Taoist Shang before we talk." After Tangning said that, he suddenly sensed something. He turned around suddenly and saw a shadow approaching him in his field of vision.

"Be careful." Before he could finish his words, he already took a photo with his palm. The Xuantian's big palm print that covered the sky and sun was condensed and he took the photo towards the void in the distance.

There was no sound of interaction, and dazzling brilliance emitted from the inside of the huge palm. The colorful brilliance instantly covered the entire space like strands of ribbons.

The sky and the earth changed, and the originally bright moon and sparse sky and earth turned into an independent space where colorful brilliance circulated. Looking at it, it looked like countless colorful floating threads intertwined to form a special space.

Tangning was the only one in the entire space, and everyone else was missing.

Tangning's pupils shrank and she immediately realized that this was not an illusion, nor a magical power from heaven and earth, but an attack from his spiritual consciousness. The opponent silently invaded his sea of ​​consciousness in an instant and pulled his soul consciousness away. When we arrived in this special space, we started a desperate battle of consciousness with him.

They were not from the Qingjiao Clan, Tang Ning immediately judged. The Qingjiao Clan was good at physical blood, but they would not have such weird spiritual attack methods.

At this moment, he exists as a divine soul consciousness, and many magical powers cannot be used at all, and the opponent's divine soul has not yet appeared.

Just as his thoughts were spinning, the entire space suddenly shrank sharply, visible to the naked eye, like an inflated balloon shrinking rapidly. Colorful intertwined threads attached to his body like hemp ropes, seeming to want to pull him away. Devour.

In the blink of an eye, Tangning's conscious body was wrapped in countless intertwined strips, as if it had been wrapped into a mummy.

At the same time, outside the special space, his body stood straight and stared into the distance.

And where his eyes were directed, there was also a figure standing frozen in place, wearing a black robe and a bamboo hat. Above the figure, the brilliance of Xuantian's big palm print circulated and stayed in the air.

The two faced each other in the air, both motionless, as if they were petrified.

"Late Mahayana monk." Kong Rui saw the figure emerging from the void, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he couldn't help but take a breath.

There are only a handful of late Mahayana monks in the entire Tianyuan world. They are truly at the pinnacle of monks. I didn't expect to ambush them here.

The first thought that crossed Kong Rui's mind was to run away, but when the mysterious man in a robe and a sword appeared, he stood there like a stone.

Tangning also faced her with the same posture.

It was obvious that the two of them were having an invisible battle of consciousness. Kong Rui hesitated for a moment before decisively taking action. He clasped his hands together, and the light from his body surged out and condensed in his palms. As his palms slowly opened, a crescent-moon sickle as red as blood was in his palms. Condensed, with the push of his palm, the crescent-moon sickle slashed towards the mysterious late-stage Mahayana monk.

The blood-red sickle grew larger and larger as it rotated. Wherever it passed, the space seemed to be cut open by a sharp blade, divided into two distinct upper and lower layers. The middle part of the space cut by the sickle turned into a long black stream.

Although the surrounding businessmen did not know the origin and identity of the mysterious man who suddenly emerged from the void, and their cultivation levels were not able to detect the specific spiritual power of the late Mahayana monks, they all dispersed when they saw the two sides fighting. Turn into birds and beasts and flee.

No one dared to say a word or stay here.

The red sickle instantly grew to several hundred feet in size, leaving behind a long black river dozens of miles in size wherever it passed, dividing the space into upper and lower parts, and the aura of terrifying destruction in the long black river spread far and wide.

The late Mahayana monk wearing a robe and carrying a sword remained motionless. When the crescent moon scythe approached, he suddenly stopped moving. There seemed to be an invisible shield surrounding the monk, so much so that the Crescent Scythe was blocked by this inexplicable force.

At this time, Tang Ning's soul consciousness was completely wrapped in circles of colorful ribbons. Suddenly, dazzling black light burst out from inside, and the colorful ribbons wrapped around his body were like white snow meeting the flames. It melted cleanly in an instant.

Although his soul consciousness was pulled into this special space, the mark of the Avenue of Death has been integrated with his soul. As long as he has a thought, he can display the realm of death.

As the densely packed filaments wrapped around her body disappeared into smoke, the entire space collapsed in an instant. Tangning's soul consciousness immediately returned to her body, and she saw a huge crescent-shaped sickle as red as blood, frozen in the mysterious figure wearing a robe and fighting. In front of the monks, a long black river of space was left along the way.

The mysterious monk stretched out his palm, and a palm-sized black vortex formed in front of him. In the blink of an eye, the black vortex rose to a thousand feet, and directly swallowed the crescent moon sickle that was frozen in place and trembling slightly.

Tang Ning waved her sleeves, and many golden swords hung in front of her, with golden thunder and lightning jumping on them.

Forty-nine golden thunder swords revolved around him, and the powerful sword energy spread across the world. In an instant, the situation changed.

As the sword danced, dozens of afterimages appeared on each sword blade, as if dozens of figures were dancing with swords in hand.

The sword energy penetrated the clouds, penetrated the sun, and soared into the sky, blocking a space of hundreds of miles. Looking around, overlapping sword lights shuttled across the sky, forming a world surrounded by sword shadows.

Seeing this, Kong Rui's expression suddenly changed. Although the sword formation had not yet been formed, the terrifying power condensed on each sword blade already made him feel chills on his back.

No wonder he was able to kill the Ice Phoenix royal family in the middle stage of Mahayana. Kong Rui looked at Tang Ning and couldn't help but feel a little more in awe.

The mysterious man obviously felt the terrifying power of this magical power. While the sword was moving, he clasped his hands together and muttered something in his mouth. A dazzling five-color light bloomed all over his body. As the light became stronger and stronger, two light and shadows split from it. The light and shadow condensed into a vague figure.

When the figure condensed by light and shadow stopped changing, a powerful spiritual aura erupted from his body, approaching the true form of the mysterious man wearing robes and fighting.

"Qihua Sanqing, a member of the Shangqing Sect." Kong Rui's pupils shrank suddenly, and he blurted out in shock.

The magical power used by that mysterious man is the world-famous secret skill of the Shangqing Sect, which is the Qi Transformation of the Three Purities.

This magical power is known as the first of the eight secret arts in the world. Once used, it can divide into two clones that are similar to one's own body.

Although Tang Ning has never seen the top monks of the Shangqing Sect perform this magical power, he has heard about this world-famous secret. This is a secret that is not passed down by the Shangqing Sect. Only the top monks of the Shangqing Sect can practice it. Outsiders will never learn.

He never expected that the one who ambushed him would be a great monk from the Shangqing Sect. He had no enmity with the Shangqing Sect. He never expected that a big shot from the Shangqing Sect would come to Qingzhou to ambush him. Needless to say, it must be to get to know him. The secret to rapid advancement in cultivation.

Although it is a bit unbelievable, it seems to make sense after thinking about it carefully.

As the strongest sect in the world, if not for themselves, but for the sake of the sect's continuation, they certainly want to know the secret behind Tang Ning's rapid improvement in cultivation.

However, in this way, it is unexpected and a bit too extreme and crazy.

Isn't the Shangqing Sect afraid of causing Xuanmen to tear apart? Although Taixuanzong is now in decline, it is still one of the four major Xuanmen.

This kind of blatant attack on the top leaders of the sect is impossible to tolerate.

Tang Ning waved his hand, and forty-nine golden thunder swords formed a formation. The sword light shot toward the mysterious man. The sword energy covered the sky and the sun. Wherever it passed, the space was torn apart, causing a large-scale collapse.

The six palms of the mysterious man and the two differentiated lights and shadows made the same movements, and the hands were pushed back and forth, as if they were grinding dough. And as the light in the palm bloomed, a round object gradually turned from virtual to solid, with black and white clearly visible. A curve separated the black and white sides, which turned out to be a Tai Chi pattern.

"Yin and Yang Hunyuan. No, this is impossible." Kong Rui was shocked and stared at the Taixuan round object formed by the mysterious man.

Not only him, but also Tangning looked surprised.

My mind was in chaos, and my previous speculation was immediately overturned.

Yin and Yang Hunyuan are both one of the eight great magical powers in the world. They are unique skills of the Taoist Sect and cannot be taught to outsiders.

Who is this person? Not only can he use the Shangqing Sect's unique skill of Qi Transformation into the Three Pure Ones, he has also mastered the Taoist Sect's unique skill of Yin and Yang Hunyuan.

Before Tang Ning had time to think about it, the yin and yang rotating Tai Chi pattern in the mysterious man's hand had solidified, and then grew bigger and bigger. The three Tai Chi patterns skyrocketed at the same time, covering the entire world, and were crushing towards Tang Ning's location.

(End of this chapter)