The road to Jianghu started from the martial arts hall

Chapter 274 The purple gold king's bones will break your altar!

Chapter 274 The purple gold king's bones will break your altar!

call--

The cold wind was howling, but the high plain in the eastern suburbs of Jianye was crowded with people, and all their eyes were looking nervously at the mountaintop shrouded in thick white fog.

As time went on, people began to realize that something was wrong.

"Brother, facing the combined forces of three Yangshen Grandmasters, no matter how weird Wan Zhaohua is, he can't last this long!"

Xiao Qianfeng's face in the crowd also became solemn, while the young man next to him just spoke lightly.

"Just wait. No matter what happens, don't act rashly. This is an internal matter of the royal family. We outsiders have no right to interfere."

Just after saying this, the young man's face suddenly froze and he looked into the distance.

"That is?"

Then a black dot appeared on the horizon.

whoosh-

The speed of the black spot was actually faster than the sound, and it stirred up gusts of wind and snow along the way that hit all directions like waves.

Only when I got closer could I see that it was a giant eagle soaring in the sky.

A figure stood on the back of an eagle, his black robe fluttering and a broad-backed red sword on his back.

A strange long sword with serrated edges hung on the left side of his waist. In addition to a green-handled long sword, there was also a purple-gold bowl on the right side.

The young man's eyes were immediately attracted by the purple-gold bowl on the visitor's waist, and he was immediately surprised.

'Who is this? He is carrying a sacred Buddhist artifact. I'm afraid even the Great Zen Temple doesn't have many instruments that can compare to this bowl? ! '

Xiao Qianfeng beside him exclaimed: "Is it Fang Xun?"

The young man was stunned for a moment: "Is he the Fang Xun you always mentioned at home?"

Xiao Qianfeng's expression suddenly became complicated: "Not bad."

Fang Xun ignored the gazes on the ground and flew the eagle to the top of the mountain.

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For some reason, the Iron-winged Cloud Eagle suddenly cried out, and Fang Xun felt himself shaken.

The giant eagle seemed to be frightened, and flapped its wings a few times in panic before it regained its balance. It actually flinched as it looked down at the white mist below from a hundred feet in the air.

It just circled back and forth in the sky, but did not dare to descend into the white fog.

It was as if there was something terrifying in the white fog below, which made it feel frightened.

Fang Xun patted the eagle's back gently to calm the giant eagle's panic.

He saw the white fog below condense instantly, like a solid wall blocking him from entering.

Fang Xun just sneered at this: "You want to stop me? Are you dreaming?"

He has been busy for the past five days, spending all day in the martial arts hall, fighting with Fan Hai Jinghong from morning to night, and finally defeated him yesterday.

He obtained the two magical instruments, the Inverted Dream and the Purple Gold Bowl, which he had always coveted.

Especially the purple gold bowl, which is also a piece of royal bone in the original book.

In the "Golden Light Puppet Show", Wang Gu refers to the magic weapons, armor or magical instruments made from the bones left behind by the strong men in the Zhenwu Realm after their death. They all contain terrifying power!

Looking down at the white mist that had solidified into a pure white wall, Fang Xun took off the Inverted Dream on his back and held it in his hand.

Then he leaped off the eagle's back in front of countless people and began to fall from a height of hundreds of feet.

"Is Fang Xun crazy? No matter how strong he is, he is only a Yin God Realm. If he rashly intervenes in the fight between Yang Gods, he will be courting death!"

Seeing this scene, Xiao Qianfeng screamed, and the young man next to him spoke with a serious expression.

"not necessarily!"

Just as he finished speaking, another dragon roar suddenly sounded.

But in the white mist, a white dragon rose into the sky, its claws stepping on the white mist, and it soared straight into the sky like riding on a cloud.

Hearing the dragon's roar, Xiao Qianfeng's face turned pale.

The man from Wujiantang, who had already blended into the crowd, suddenly had a look of surprise in his eyes.

"Could this kid be thinking of facing this Yangshen Realm Feng Shui White Dragon alone?"

Roar--

The white dragon roared and swung its claws towards Fang Xun, as if it wanted to crush this ignorant little bug.

Fang Xun's face was calm, and the purple gold bowl on his waist emitted a faint golden light.

Instantly, whether it was the onlookers on the East Suburb Plain or the four people in the white fog, they all felt a sacred, grand, vast, and peaceful aura rising up. Fang Xun only felt an endless stream of Buddha power surging up to his body, pouring all his strength into the inverted dream, raising his hand in the air and swinging the sword!

Maha Five Destinies - The Path of Fire to Refining Asuras
boom--

A roaring sound rang in the ears of everyone on the plain, and then they saw a blanket of golden flames blooming in an instant.

In the void, one could hear the sound of Sanskrit chanting, and in an instant, the sacred and vast golden flame covered the sky and the sun, and even the white mist covering the mountaintops was stained with a hint of golden glow.

The surging golden Buddha flames covered half the sky in an instant. The Fire Path Asura move that was unleashed under the blessing of the Purple Gold Bowl was several orders of magnitude stronger than Fang Xun's usual state.

With a bang, the golden flames engulfed the white dragon, and every inch of its body was burned into mist.

The scorching heat wave spread from the sky to the ground at an unprecedented speed, melting and evaporating large areas of ice and snow on the ground and in the air.

The ice and snow turned into raindrops, and the water vapor diffused into fog, which actually covered the eastern suburbs of Jianye City with a layer of Jiangnan mist and rain in this freezing winter!
It was as if the earth suddenly warmed up, and the onlookers were all dumbfounded by this scene.

boom--

There was another earth-shattering sound, and Fang Xun, who was wrapped in golden flames, crashed heavily into the pure white fog wall like a golden meteor.

In an instant, the wall of fog collapsed like a rotten wood, and wisps of golden flames spread out, burning and evaporating the surrounding white fog.

In an instant, it broke a hole in the white fog covering the top of the mountain, revealing the scene inside.

However, Fang Xun's falling momentum did not slow down, and the tip of the Inverted Dream Sword was pointing directly at the altar of the grand ceremony right below, which was also the altar where Wan Zhaohua was creating fog!

If the altar is broken, the sorcerer will be nothing more than a toothless beast even if he has great magical powers!
"You dare!"

Below, Wan Zhaohua, who was in the middle of a fierce battle, was shocked. He shouted loudly and immediately dropped his opponent, then rushed towards the altar like lightning.

Wan Zhenhai on the opposite side suddenly understood the situation.

"Want to run?!"

How could he let the other party rescue the altar? He immediately clasped his five fingers together, as if all the light in the sky was held in his hands.

boom--

The dull sonic boom was like thunder from the sky, unparalleled power surged in the blood, and the terrifying true energy, carrying a terrifying force, went straight to the back of Wan Zhaohua's heart.

Wan Zhaohua had a cold expression on his face. Feeling the threat behind him, he had to stop, twist his body and press forward with his palm.

boom--

Fists and palms collided, their true energy rubbed against each other, and the fight was evenly matched.

Suddenly a curtain of smoke and dust swept across along with a heat wave, dispelling the severe cold of midwinter.

After the two collided with each other, they flew back like lightning. Wan Zhenhai no longer bothered with him and had achieved his goal.

His obstruction caused Wan Zhaohua to lose the opportunity to rescue the altar.

Just as the two of them separated and walked away, Fang Xun broke through the white fog, like a falling meteor, and hit the altar with a blazing golden flame.

"Suffer!"

Wan Zhaohua screamed, but his voice was immediately drowned out by the earth-shaking noise.

boom--

It seemed as if a meteorite had really fallen to the ground. All the warriors watching on the East Suburb Plain felt the ground tremble once, and their minds also shook three times.

On the top of the mountain, an extremely fierce gust of wind swept over, and in just a moment, the altar was torn into pieces by the terrifying force.

In an instant, the earth cracked open, and countless mud, sand, and rocks rushed into the sky, forming a five-meter-high ochre curtain in the air.

The smoke and dust rolled and spread, like thousands of earth dragons turning over, and the smoke covered the sky!
Old Man Mo and Yu Jiaolong, who had been standing quietly watching the battle in the distance, suddenly felt that the vitality of the nearby heaven and earth seemed to have regained some vitality, and the barrier effect of the white fog was directly weakened by more than half.

They saw that the hazy white mist around them began to become disordered after the collision, as if it was about to dissipate.

The two looked at each other, their eyes filled with joy, and in a flash, their figures quickly rushed towards the direction where Fang Xun fell.

The white fog covering the mountaintop rolled wildly, and began to dissipate bit by bit from the foot of the mountain. Although the speed was very slow, it would completely dissipate in a quarter of an hour at most!
For a moment, the only sound on the top of the mountain was the rolling of mud, sand and rocks. The five people in the field were silent, waiting for the smoke and dust to dissipate.

The smoke and dust rolled for about a minute before the vision became clear again.

In the hazy white mist, Fang Xun, Yu Jiaolong and Old Man Mo were standing quietly on the altar. Two of them were briefly telling Fang Xun about the situation in the previous scene.

Wan Zhaohua and Wan Zhenhai also stood silently in the distance without saying a word, as if they were also waiting for Fang Xun to understand the situation.

The three parties formed an equilateral triangle. While Fang Xun was listening to the two people's description of the situation, he used his Taixu Eye to the fullest to explore and sense the local ground veins, and soon he saw something.

"There's something wrong with the ground veins here. Wan Zhaohua has tampered with it!"

After he quickly grasped the situation on the field, he glanced at Wan Zhaohua and Wan Zhenhai and finally spoke.

"You two, the altar has been broken. The three of us can go down the mountain at any time. Don't you have anything to say?"

(End of this chapter)

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