Nine Heavenly Towers

In the flames, more bright red hairsprings appeared, and these hairsprings twisted and danced with the sound of the piano, as if there was an extremely huge force inside the bright red hairsprings that tightly pulled these hairsprings into a ball.

Then, under the tension of the hairspring, the flame gradually compressed into a ball.As these flames gradually merged, they turned into a billowing flame and appeared in the air.Looking at a red flame stretching across the sky.Xuan Mu smiled, this was his first attempt to comprehend the fourth song, and he succeeded.

The success of the fourth song means that he has another spell that can deter his opponents.Although the eighth and ninth pieces he wanted to practice most were the eighth and ninth pieces, but those two pieces were too difficult, almost impossible for him.

Thinking about the lightning bolts covering the sky, he would look forward to it, if he could realize that song.Not to mention a top Nascent Soul cultivator, even if there are a hundred of them, he can kill them with one blow.Because the speed of the lightning is already fast, and it is also densely covered with lightning, so its power is self-evident.

There is also the group thunder technique in the ninth song, one of the thunder balls is enough to kill a top-level Nascent Soul cultivator, if the power of the group of thunders is gathered, wouldn't it be invincible in the entire second heaven?

These are just Xuan Mu's thoughts, and he quickly pushed on the seven strings of the Yulan Qin with his right hand.The seven strings sounded, and the stream of flames that stretched across the sky and burned the sky red suddenly rushed towards the vast sea.

For a moment, the water level in the entire vast sea dropped rapidly.Waves of strange and piercing sounds immediately sounded from the sea water.

Xuan Mu frowned when he heard the voice.Spiritual consciousness quickly swept towards the sea, only to find that many plants in the sea were engulfed by the flames and burned to powder.Fortunately, there are no monks under the sea, otherwise, he would have to create a lot of killing karma.

After he took the Yulan Qin, he quickly stepped into the cave.

Three months, whether it is long or not, is not short.

On this day, a Confucian scholar in white appeared again in this sea area.Fang Yu had come to this vast sea country a few days ago, but he had not found where Xuanmu and the others were.He searched for several days in the sea area before he found this island.

With a sweep of his consciousness, he suddenly discovered that there were monks living on the island, because he had already discovered a huge bamboo courtyard.To his great surprise, there was actually a plaque with the words 'Miaoyinzong' hanging in front of the bamboo yard.

With a flash of his body, he flew towards the place where Miaoyinzong was.Coming to the front of the bamboo yard, Fang Yu didn't go in directly, but sat cross-legged in front of the yard.His consciousness swept away and he frowned.Then, with a look of joy, he flew towards a cave.

Xuan Mu was meditating cross-legged in the cave, a faint wave of spiritual power caused him to open his eyes.After sweeping away his consciousness, he quickly stood up and walked towards the outside of the cave.

"Senior Fang... why are you here? Come and sit in this junior's humble cave." Xuanmu said while leading Fang Yu into the cave.

"You boy, Fang Yu is hundreds of years old by calling me one by one senior." Fang Yu arrived quite dissatisfied.

"Hehe..., in the eyes of juniors, you are always seniors." Xuan Mu said with a smile.

"How are you thinking?" Fang Yu sat down in a bed in the cave, looking at Xuanmu expectantly.

"The junior has thought about it, as long as the senior finds it useful to get the junior's place, the junior is willing to go through fire and water for the senior." Xuan Mu said with a smile.No one knew what he was thinking.However, now he has practiced the fourth song, relying on four of the nine divine notes and his killing sword.He didn't have any worries about Fang Yu.

"Hahaha..." Fang Yu immediately showed an uncontrollable smile when he heard this.He said, "Then when shall we leave?"

"Three days later." Xuan Mu smiled and pointed out three fingers.

Hearing Xuanmu's words, Fang Yu finally put his mind at ease, and began to share some homework with Xuanmu.Among them, Xuanmu asked the most about the news about Yinyuanzong.There are also some things about practicing in Yinyuanzong with Fangyu.

Three days later, all the disciples of Miaoyinzong headed towards Yinyuanzong with their magic tools and some necessary items.

Ten days later, the main peak of Yinyuanzong was full of people and lively.Because this is the day when Xuanmu inherits the head of the No.20 generation of Yinyuanzong.The day of succession of the head, such a great day, naturally needs to be celebrated on a large scale.

However, within the entire Yinyuan Sect.There are very few people who are really happy.Not to mention that many low-level Nascent Soul cultivators couldn't figure out how this evil person who beheaded the ancestor of Yin Yuanzong became their head.And many of those high-level and upper-level Nascent Soul cultivators were also dissatisfied. They talked in low voices in the square, all asking why that kid could sit in the head.

After Xuanmu killed Lu with a sword, everyone coveted the position of the leader, but no one had the ability to ascend to the position of the leader.

What they never expected was that a monk with a high-level Nascent Soul cultivation took the position of head.When Xuan Mu slowly stepped up to the head's seat, a pair of jealous eyes stared at Xuan Mu.

What is in these eyes is wishing to goug out Xuanmu's eyes, tear up Xuanmu's body, and refine Xuanmu's Nascent Soul into Yuanying Pill.

A pair of vicious eyes were all reflected in Xuan Mu's eyes.Xuanmu glanced mockingly, with a faint cold light emitting from his eyes, this cold light swept across those high-level Nascent Soul cultivators as if they were real, and at the same time as sweeping, these monks who were at the same level as Xuanmu were They all felt a chill in their hearts.

All the high-level Nascent Soul monks were silent, because the cold light had already shown that the strength of these monks could never compare with Xuanmu.

Under Xuanmu's eyes, those high-ranking Nascent Soul cultivators couldn't help but think of Master Lu and Patriarch.They didn't know how Xuan Mu killed Patriarch, but how Xuan Mu instantly killed the head of Lu, they saw it for real.

With just one sword strike, Master Lu has since disappeared in this second heaven that makes all living beings look up to him.

Master Lu has practiced hard for so many years, let alone more than 30 years in the first heaven, and more than fifty years in the second heaven.Nearly a hundred years of cultivation, was beheaded by Xuanmu with a single sword, and all cultivation was destroyed in one fell swoop.All the high-level Nascent Soul cultivators who thought of this scene did not dare to underestimate Xuanmu anymore.

"Is this our new head?"

"It is said that he beheaded the two top Nascent Soul cultivators in Baicao Valley."

"So powerful? This is only the upper-level Nascent Soul cultivation base. If it reaches the top-level Nascent Soul cultivation base, wouldn't it be so powerful that it would be able to overwhelm all the people?"

"A high-level Nascent Soul cultivator, is it true? We still have one step to reach the high-level Nascent Soul cultivator."

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Thousands of Yinyuanzong disciples were staring at the young monk in white who was sitting at the head of the sect.

Among these disciples, there were two women in blue brocade and velvet clothes.One of the female cultivators was wearing blue butterfly hair. The woman stared at the boy in white in amazement. She opened her mouth wide and said to an ordinary-looking female cultivator beside her in disbelief, "This man? How could it be that?" he?"

"That's right! The heavens are unfair." A male disciple quickly interjected after hearing what the female cultivator said.

The ordinary-looking female cultivator rolled her eyes and said, "Fuck your grandpa, is it just your virtue? Can you compare with others? You really look more and more handsome!!"

Fang Yu coughed, and then said: "Today is the day when our new head of Yin Yuanzong succeeds. Today is a good fruit, a good medicine, a good spirit wine. Let's eat and drink to our heart's content. First, let the new head Xuanmu say a few words. sentence."

"Okay, let me just say a few words." Xuan Mu stood up, smiled, picked up a glass of spiritual wine and held it high.He said to all the monks of Yinyuanzong: "Xuanmu is not talented. I have been invited by Elder Fang several times to take the position of head. I, Xuanmu, feel ashamed, but for the prosperity of Yinyuanzong. I Xuanmu resolutely sacrificed himself to maintain a pure cultivation space for everyone. I hope everyone has the confidence to follow me, Xuanmu, to develop the entire Yinyuan Sect into the number one sect in the fantasy kingdom."

"That's right, I want to see what you, a junior, are capable of." A white-haired old man said coldly, and at the same time stepped towards Xuanmu.

Xuan Mu smiled slightly, and said politely: "Elder Zeng said well, if you don't believe my Xuan Mu's ability, you can give it a try. Xuan Mu is willing to accept jumping."

"Then you can take my trick." Elder Zeng smiled, but there was a murderous intent looming in his eyes.His right hand shone with golden light, and he punched Xuanmu suddenly.Under the golden light, a golden fist shadow was blasted out by his punch.The force of this punch was so great that it overturned more than a dozen tables nearby. The tables drew an arc in the air and fell towards the foot of Yinyuan Mountain.

"The punch you mentioned, I will take a punch from you." Xuanmu sneered, this mocking smile just showed his confidence in himself. Although this punch looked extremely fast, it was actually just a punch. Just a paper tiger.He drew out a stream of blood spirit power from the killing sword, and just pointed it lightly.

There was only a little blood on this finger.The blood light was so strong that Xuanmu not only exhausted the spiritual power in his body, but also exhausted the blood spiritual power in the third blood spar that had just been condensed in the killing sword.In order to deter all the sect monks, he had no choice but to do so.

Otherwise, relying on his own cultivation base, he would not be able to break him with a fierce punch.

A streak of blood rushed away at high speed, almost twice as fast as that golden fist.All the monks were horrified when they saw this scene.But he still didn't believe that with just the strength of this finger, he could break Elder Zeng's gold fist.