Begin immortality by slaying demons.

Chapter 540: The Palace Master fights He Dao!
Xihong, Wanxiang Pavilion.

The wide reception platform is paved with plain bricks and stones, which appears to be very low-key, but the many statues erected around it reveal a faint ancient atmosphere, giving people a sense of vicissitudes of time.

But any cultivator who knows something about this sect knows their details well.

The more newly emerging a sect is, the more it wants to put on a layer of ancient skin.

The sense of vicissitudes on Wanxiang Pavilion is so deliberate that it makes it look inferior.

But they were not in the right position to begin with.

He used tricky means, taking advantage of the conflict between the two parties, while others had not yet reacted, and relying on well-informed information, he picked up a huge bargain of this precious land of Hedao without losing a single soldier.

From a third-rate force, it leapt into a true immortal sect.

It was precisely because of this incident that the monks of Wanxiang Pavilion tasted the sweetness.

If a humble person wants to climb up in the chaotic land and water of Xihong, he must dare to gamble and have the courage to seize the opportunity and give it a try!

What's the point of being at the bottom of the immortal sect?

Since we can seize a piece of land from the main sect, we can also seize the second piece of land from the branch sect.

The Wuliang Daohuang Sect intervened in Xihong, and the Seven Sons of Nanhong also wanted to get a piece of the pie. They even disguised their identities and killed Pan Boyang, which was the first spark.

Wanxiang Pavilion had already seen the impending storm in advance.

This is a great opportunity and you must not miss it!

Clinging to the West Dragon Palace is only the first step of the plan. As long as they can get enough information, there are still many things they can do.

now.

It’s in the main inner hall of Wanxiang Pavilion.

Almost all the powerful people from all the sects gathered together and divided neatly into two sides, with solemn expressions yet a bit of excitement that they tried hard to conceal.

The atmosphere in the entire main hall was silent, with only the slight sound of breathing.

Judging from the time, my disciple should have been in contact with Master Qi Qi by now, but I don’t know what kind of good price he can negotiate for Wanxiang Pavilion.

Click, click, click.

Wanxiang Pavilion's Grand Elder Lu Qing sat in the main seat with his eyes closed, tapping the armrest lightly with his fingertips. Occasionally he raised his eyelids to glance at the jade slip beside his palm. He obviously felt a little impatient as he received no response.

After all, in addition to being Daozi, Lu Mingchuan is also his grandson.

Generally speaking, in a proper immortal sect, there would never be a situation where the great elder and the disciple were from the same clan.

While the elders assist Daozi, they also need to play a restraining role, which is more beneficial for the sect to make more correct judgments.

From this point alone, it can be seen that Wanxiang Pavilion actually still retains the style of a third-rate force.

After all... even their own sect leader who is at the Hedao realm is surnamed Lu.

"Fourth uncle, still no news?" Finally, someone couldn't sit still anymore. Could it be that Daozi was really so capable that with his mere second-city cultivation level, he could have such a pleasant conversation with the Seventh Master of the Qi Family that he didn't even have time to respond to the sect's message?

Or maybe something happened and he was ignored by the Seventh Master of the Qi Family, so he was not willing to respond for the time being.

No one would think that something had happened to Daozi. After all, the strength of Dragon Palace was obvious to all, and Daozi itself was also on guard against Qi Qiye. If they changed their minds, at least a message could be sent back.

"What's the hurry? Also, what time is it now? Who allowed you to call me fourth uncle?"

Lu Qing frowned and glared at him. Just as he was about to scold him a few more times, his expression changed slightly.

In addition to him, everyone else in the room stood up and looked outside the hall, with a hint of surprise and fear in their eyes.

Just outside the Wanxiang Pavilion, above the reception platform, a ray of golden light fell from the sky, like a rainbow bridge across the sky.

This is the manifestation of the Golden Book of Reception.

But normally, Xihong monks rarely use this thing when visiting each other. It is too formal and makes them look like they have no sense of direction.

Everyone couldn't help but think of the group of Nanhong barbarians.

"what's the situation?"

Daozi hasn't responded yet, but these Nanhong barbarians came to visit the sect first?
Many people's faces became a little nervous.

Lu Qing did not speak for a long time, just quietly sensing the golden rainbow bridge, until he found that there was only one figure on it. He was wearing a black shirt and his handsome face looked so young. He was not one of the six giants in the Hedao realm.

He breathed a sigh of relief silently, with a bit of ferocity in his eyes: "Why are you so nervous? He is just a blind fish that slipped through the net. Now he has come to us on his own initiative. This is a good thing and we should be thankful for it!"

It was probably one of the Taoist disciples of Nanhong. Perhaps he did not discuss it with others and bumped into the target he was asking for help.

In that case, then let him stay for now and don’t let him ruin Wanxiang Pavilion’s plans!

Thinking of this, Lu Qing put on a gentle smile, then stepped out and disappeared in the hall.

He flew up on a cloud, laughed heartily, and said loudly, "I hope you won't be offended by Wanxiang Pavilion's failure to welcome you in person! Please come in quickly!"

"..."

Outside the Wanxiang Pavilion, Shen Yi quietly looked at everything in front of him.

Looking at the magic circle that was rapidly unfolding under my feet.

A hint of confusion flashed across his eyes. After all, for a sect leader who would always close his own formation when he went out, inviting someone into the sect without asking about their identity was a very dangerous thing.

But it suits him just fine.

Shen Yi nodded politely without any hesitation, then stepped into the magic circle.

His action caught the eyes of many cultivators in Wanxiang Pavilion, and they all breathed a sigh of relief. It was just as the Great Elder thought. If this boy really knew what they were planning, he would never dare to enter the treasure land.

The sky is not responding to the call, and the earth and the earth are not working.

No matter how powerful the force behind you is, you can only stay here in despair.

"Look, he has to thank us." An elder couldn't help but shook his head and laughed.

Lu Qing glanced back casually, and the many cultivators below understood what he meant. They retreated calmly and began to prepare silently.

Now that you have decided to do it, you must do it ruthlessly enough.

Instead of exchanging polite greetings with Nan Hong Daozi and deceiving him into staying in the sect, it would be better to nip all hidden dangers in the bud.

"Daoyou, please come this way."

Lu Qing always felt that something was wrong, because the demeanor of this young monk was a little too quiet. He didn't seem like someone who came to ask for help, and of course, didn't seem like someone who came to cause trouble either.

More like... a little shy?
"Please take a seat, Grand Master."

Lu Qing invited Shen Yi again, and then he saw Shen Yi following him obediently. Although the other party did not respond, he looked around with a little curiosity.

Could he be a mute?

Lu Qing secretly complained in his heart but did not show it. No matter who he was, he would catch him first and then interrogate him slowly.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the two men slowly walked towards the hall.

Lu Qing glanced to the side and found that several elders below had given him a ready signal. He then retracted his gaze and soon discovered that the young black-robed monk also retracted his gaze almost at the same time.

The moment the two looked at each other, Lu Qing looked at those dark eyes and instinctively felt a little palpitated.

"What's wrong, fellow Daoist? If there is anything, let's go into the hall and discuss it in detail."

Lu Qing concealed his embarrassment and smiled kindly.

The others stood far away on both sides, and the murderous look on their faces became more and more obvious.

"There's no need to go in. Everyone is here." Shen Yi finally spoke.

Somewhat unexpectedly, this young monk was not only not mute, but also had an inexplicably clear voice.

Hearing this, Lu Qing's feeling of something wrong finally came out. He put away his smile and asked tentatively, "I almost forgot... I haven't asked you yet, where are you from?"

Shen Yi did not answer, but lifted his skirt and simply sat on the stone steps of the hall, like an outsider.

He clearly didn't open his mouth, but a cold and rough voice rang in everyone's ears.

"Temple of Ten Thousand Demons."

"Hiss!" The hairs of many Wanxiang Pavilion monks stood up. They suddenly turned sideways to look over, and then raised their heads instinctively.

I saw a tall and majestic figure appear there without knowing when.

The other party clearly maintained a human form, but was still several feet tall, with extremely broad shoulders, looking like a small mountain.

The gorgeous dragon horns, the scales that seemed to be cast from gold, and the indifferent and ferocious dragon head all made everyone's breathing heavier.

A big monster!
To be precise, it is a dragon monster with extremely noble bloodline, even far superior to that of the West Palace!
In its palm, its sharp five fingers were like holding a small bowl, and its nails were firmly embedded in the skull of Great Elder Lu Qing, holding it casually in its hand.

“Crack! Crack!”

Lu Qing's face was covered in blood, his facial features were hideous, and his eyes were almost bulging out of their sockets.

He struggled desperately, trying to burst out with all his powerful aura, but under the shock of the demonic energy that was as turbulent as a river, he could only let his body sway like a piece of bacon, looking ridiculous.

Being able to achieve such crushing suppression.

The realm of this powerful dragon monster is self-evident.

Think about those three words again.

The Hall of Ten Thousand Demons...

A new piece of information suddenly emerged in everyone's mind. It was specifically revealed by the Crown Prince of Nanlong Palace, which was about the Palace Master.

In that message, there was also a strange dragon monster, who was ruthless and murderous.

The monks of Wanxiang Pavilion gradually matched the legendary East Palace Master with the appearance of the demon before them.

So... it wasn't just the Seven Sons of Nanhong bluffing. A transcendent giant that dared to attack the Wuliang Daohuang Sect really came from Xihong!
It was me and others who guessed wrong!

And now, this group of idiots of theirs had welcomed them into the sect without any precautions.

"This... East Palace Master! I wonder how my Wanxiang Pavilion has offended you all, and why you have come here today?"

An elder stepped back tremblingly and asked in a trembling voice.

puff-

Under the infusion of powerful demonic power, Ke Shisan responded to them with practical actions.

In its palm, the body of Great Elder Lu Qing exploded and turned into a blood mist.

This action turned into two silent big words, resounding in everyone's mind.

Destroy the sect!

There are such unreasonable and brutal forces in the world. They will wipe out entire families without any grudges or hatred.

How dare Hongze, who is blessed by the immortals, be so vicious? !
But because of this, the monks of Wanxiang Pavilion completely gave up the idea that the Demon Palace was disguised by the Seven Sons of Nanhong. The group of Nanhong barbarians would never dare to make friends with such a brutal demon, and they had no qualifications to command the dragon clan with such noble bloodline.

"metropolitan!"

Lu Qing was killed without any resistance, which made these Wanxiang Pavilion monks truly realize the terrifying gap in strength between the two sides, which could not be filled by courage and means.

Therefore, their final action was to shout towards the sky at the top of their lungs!

If it were somewhere else, given the sect master's character, he might ignore their lives and choose to protect himself, but this is within a treasure land, and unless the other party wants to fall from the Hedao realm, there is no way to retreat.

Moreover, being in a treasure land is also the sect master’s strongest state.

After all, the other party is the king here!

Ke Shisan's figure disappeared, and he waved his sharp claws casually, easily tearing the body of a cultivator apart.

In this one-sided slaughter where there is no resistance at all.

Everyone hastily used teleportation techniques and summoned various Taoist soldiers to try to escape. However, the abilities they relied on were not much more fragile than tofu under the golden claws.

Clang——

Just when the dragon claw tried to pierce through the body of a cultivator again, it was finally stopped by something.

It was a breath of air, only three feet long, like an invisible sword.

Judging from the appearance alone, not to mention compared with the Taoist weapons of the Baiyujing cultivators, even the methods of many Qi training realm cultivators are much more conspicuous than it looks.

But it was this Qi sword that saved the monk's life, but also caused Ke Shisan to be injured for the first time.

There was a gap between its sharp claws. If it weren't for its stone body, its hands would have been covered with bright red blood.

A sigh came from the sky, revealing a kind of calmness that looked down upon the world.

"Master East Palace Master, why are you here? Why can't we sit down and discuss something?"

The moment these words were heard, almost all the monks in Wanxiang Pavilion stopped running breathlessly as if they had taken a reassurance pill.

"..."

Ke Shisan stared silently at the sword in his palm.

A moment later, an exaggerated arc suddenly appeared at the corner of its mouth. It was an extremely ferocious smile, revealing its sharp white dragon fangs.

There was a strong murderous intent hidden in that smile, it was the rage of being embarrassed in front of the master!
Ke Shisan doesn't like people as noisy as Wu Jun.

Then it suddenly clenched its palm, causing the air sword to shatter violently.

Before anyone could react, it swung its arm fiercely, and a gigantic dragon claw that covered the sky and the sun appeared between heaven and earth. It was like five mountains lined up side by side, tearing the sky apart as roughly as tearing clothes!

"You are not worthy of discussing this with this Palace Master. You just need to be responsible and die."

Under the huge dragon claw, an elderly figure in a long gown fell out from behind the clouds in a panic, no longer as calm and composed as when he was speaking just now.

He continued to make hand gestures, and suddenly there were tens of millions more Qi swords like the one just now, covering the entire sky.

Click! Click! Click!

The sword energy gathered into a river that flowed freely, and then slammed into the dragon claws that were as big as five mountains.

The claws shattered one after another, leaving dense scratches on the dragon claws.

This was a battle between two masters of the Hedao realm, and it actually caused the entire Wanxiang Treasure Land to tremble!
In the mundane world far away from the inner gate, the sky is falling and the earth is sinking, the sun and the moon are all afraid, as if the world is being destroyed!
"Palace Master, please listen to what I have to say!"

The leader of Wanxiang Pavilion was caught off guard. He temporarily stopped the ferocious monster and finally spoke again.

Without the cover of heaven and earth, he looked like just an ordinary old man, with an indelible cunningness between his eyebrows and eyes, even a little vulgar.

This time, he was not talking to Ke Shisan, but was looking at the young man sitting on the stone steps in front of the hall. A well-behaved girl appeared behind him.

Compared to a dragon monster, it is obviously easier to communicate with a cultivator.

Moreover, judging from the other party's calm demeanor, he is most likely the real person in charge of this operation of the Ten Thousand Demons Palace, and his status is likely to be higher than that of the East Palace Master.

"..."

Shen Yi looked up, not expecting that he had something to do here.

In fact, he wanted to take this opportunity to observe the methods of the Hedao realm, so as to make plans for future arrangements.

At least for now, with Ke Shisan's strength, he is actually at a disadvantage, but it is not known how much he has lost to this old man.

"Listen to me, no matter how Wanxiang Pavilion offended your palace, I am willing to apologize... Why bother to hurt both sides? You know, we, the Hedao monks, still have the last resort. Just relying on you, the East Palace Master..."

Although he is a giant in the Hedao realm, the leader of the Wanxiang Pavilion does not have the slightest demeanor of a strong man. It is probably because he picked up the treasure land.

Hearing the words "both sides will suffer losses", murderous intent appeared on Ke Shisan's face again. He suddenly shattered the long river of sword energy with a palm and pointed it directly at the old man!

"you……"

The leader of Wanxiang Pavilion stared at Shen Yi, but found that after listening to him, the young man casually looked away, as if he had no interest in what he proposed.

I know there is no turning back.

The old man glanced at the menacing dragon claws, and a fierce look suddenly emerged in his eyes: "Do you really think I am afraid of you? I can seize a piece of precious land in Xihong with Baiyujing's strength. Who is not a villain?"

"Who is more ruthless? You are still a little naive!"

The next moment, his body quietly sat back into the world.

At the same time, the faces of the monks who were watching on the side suddenly changed. They instinctively wanted to escape, but suddenly they realized that they had nowhere to escape.

Then he fell to his knees, his cries for mercy echoing around him: "Master, spare my life!"

In an instant, their bodies began to vaporize, as if returning to their essence, and gathered towards the figure in the sky.

Amidst the turbulent breath, an invisible sword that spanned the sky and the earth and was as solid as a substance quickly took shape. The sword body was used to casually block the attacking dragon claws, and then the sword tip actually pointed at the figure on the stone steps.

Compared to the severe damage to the golden dragon.

The Master of Wanxiang Pavilion is well aware of the principle of capturing the leader first.

He looked down indifferently, and then his pupils began to flicker.

The young man, facing the Xuanqing Sword that even he was extremely afraid of, just gently fiddled with the gold bracelet on his wrist, without any intention of dodging.

Thinking of this, the master of Wanxiang Pavilion began to sacrifice more lives: "I would like to see what qualifications you, a mere Baiyujing, have to act pretentiously in front of me!"

As the words were spoken, the big sword finally stabbed down fiercely!

However, under the astonished and doubtful gaze of the Master of Wanxiang Pavilion, it was unable to touch Shen Yi's body, and was even unable to get close to the flowing aura emitted by the golden bracelet.

In front of the hundreds-foot-long Xuanqing Sword, the petite figure was like an ant and could almost be ignored.

She stood in mid-air, with her white and tender palm against the sword.

Then there was a slight shock.

The fine cracks were unstoppable and covered the entire Xuanqing sword in the blink of an eye, followed by a collapse like a landslide.

The dark horse-faced skirt rippled slightly, and her delicate and well-behaved childish face was so frightening that people dared not look directly at it.

"..."

The leader of Wanxiang Pavilion sat cross-legged in the air in a daze.

Ke Shisan retracted his dragon claw, rubbed his wrist, and said lightly: "You are the one who wanted to change people, don't regret it... Evil brother, tsk."

Listening to the subtle teasing and mocking tone in the dragon demon's mouth.

Although the old man's face flushed, he had no intention of refutation. He suddenly spread out his palms, and the original intention of sacrifice began to spread towards the outer gate, and even enveloped the entire mundane world in the treasure land.

Only in this way can he relieve the tremendous pressure in his heart when facing this little girl.

Take in the old man's actions.

Shen Yi finally stood up and cast a look at Ke Shisan: "Let's go together, move faster."

Hearing this, Ke Shisan became excited again.

It originally thought that its behavior just now would disappoint its owner.

I didn't expect there would be another opportunity.

The next moment, the majestic golden dragon finally revealed a huge figure that was even more terrifying than the previous Xuanqing Sword. As its dragon beard soared, the terrifying dragon roar resounded all around!
And the moment the old man glanced sideways, a petite dark figure had quietly landed beside him and hit him fiercely on the jaw with a knee!

An Yi interrupted his sacrifice, and then with an expressionless face, he elbowed the old man in the face!

Along with a low tiger roar, the head of the Wanxiang Pavilion's leader exploded!
Roar--

(End of this chapter)