Cultivation of immortals, the beginning of cultivating demons for ten years

Chapter 135
Ao Jin took a sip of willow leaf tea and said, "Master, is it okay for you to plant the flag in such a big way? If you do this, in the eyes of outsiders, you are openly competing with Qingpingshan for the wisdom monsters, Qingping and other monsters." You will not sit idly by."

Yan Ping took a sip of tea and said, "It's okay. Soldiers will block you, and water will cover you. If I don't have the confidence, I won't dare to do this."

With his current strength, even Qingping Yaojun can overwhelm him.

Naturally, he is not afraid of the monsters from Qingping Mountain coming to find fault.

Maybe even without him taking action, Yan Yi and other Taoist soldiers could sweep away the provocative demon king who came to Qingping Mountain.

Although everyone had eaten and drank together before, and went to the brothel to listen to ditties together.

However, one yard counts for one yard, and these monsters have to be prepared to be beaten if they come to find fault.

Those who have supernatural powers can become soldiers by themselves, and they are sects. This is not a joke.

Tongtian Peak.

At the foot of the mountain, ten Haoran Taoist soldiers are maintaining order, and two Haoran Taoist soldiers are screening people and demons who want to go up the mountain.

Ever since Yan Ping planted the banner, there have been people and demons climbing the mountain one after another wanting to worship under the sect of Master Tongtian.

Their reason for coming is simple.

There is a saying that if you don't have diamonds, you can't do porcelain work.

If Daoist Tongtian dared to plant a flag in Qingping Mountain, he definitely had the strength to contend against Qingping Mountain.

Otherwise, they are courting death. In their view, no one should court death like this.

"You, you can't go up the mountain!"

A Haoran Taoist soldier stopped a big python.

"Why, isn't there a teaching without discrimination? Why can they go there, but I can't."

"You have eaten people, and you have the resentment of people who died in vain, which means that you took the initiative to eat innocent people. Judging from the amount of resentment, there is more than one."

Daoist Haoran looked at the boa constrictor coldly.

The boa constrictor's skin was numb, and without saying a word, it turned around and ran away.

"Sword, cut."

A mighty flying sword appeared out of nowhere, and in an instant, it cut off the head of the boa constrictor.

The Haoran Dao soldiers transformed by the Lingdou are each a champion of literary mind with suet jade and gallantry. With a little bit of awe-inspiring spirit, the wind of thousands of miles can give birth to all things.

Shhhhh~~~~~!

The flying sword shuttled back and forth, beheading one monster after another. These monsters killed by the Haoran Taoist soldiers were all monsters with human blood and resentment.

"My lord has great powers, and those who try to confuse them will end up like this."

"Okay, good kill."

A human youth yelled.

Some monsters shook their heads, "The heads of these Chonggu sect monsters are also broken, and they dare to come here. Didn't you see that those who maintain order are all Confucian monks?"

"Seven champions of literary mind and 53 scholars of literary courage. This is not the power that ordinary Confucian monks can possess. That Tongtian real person is at least a scholar of literary soul."

"Brother Feng, we are right this time."

"Yes, you're right. When the country is in crisis, scholars of my generation should work hard and practice hard. Only in this way can it be possible to set things right and restore peace to the world."

"I didn't expect to have the opportunity to become a Confucianism cultivator in my lifetime, but..."

"Just what?"

"Brother Feng, you and I also went to the Cultivation Academy back then, but we were dismissed because of our poor aptitude. Tell me, will we be dismissed again later!"

"I don't know, it's just a matter of luck anyway."

It wasn't long before it was the turn of the two.

"Name, which country is the person from, and whether they are famous or not, report them one by one."

"Feng Qingyang, a person from the Wushan Prefecture of the Great Zhou Dynasty, has made a name for himself."

"This is your badge, go over there and wait for a while."

Feng Qingyang was shocked, "This, this is over? Don't you need to test your qualifications?"

"The Supreme Master said that the quality of aptitude does not determine the final achievement of a practitioner. Our Tongtian Peak gatekeepers don't look at aptitude, only look at the character. If the aptitude is poor, you can smash it with pills and you can become a practitioner, so don't worry about it. , you can practice with peace of mind after going up the mountain.”

Feng Qingyang burst into tears instantly, he knelt down and bowed toward the peak, and said loudly: "Tongtian real person, really real person!"

"A real person, a shitty real person."

A frosty voice suddenly came from the sky.

Phew~~~~~!

A monster cloud covering the sky and the sun appeared, covering the entire Tongtian Peak.

In the demon cloud, a voice roared: "Tongtian, come out for me, this Qingping Mountain is not something you can plant a flag at will, get out quickly, and let me show you what you can do."

The crowd is fried.

"Yaojun, here comes a Yaojun!"

"So arrogant, too arrogant."

"Why does this demon king come to make trouble? There are monks from the human race to educate the little demons here, isn't it good?"

"They are afraid that Daoist Tongtian will take all the little demons from Qingping Mountain away. If there is no fresh blood to replenish them, their respective powers will decline."

"I see."

"This is a demon king, and I don't know what the real cultivation level of the real Tongtian is, and whether he can beat this demon king who obviously came to find fault."

"I don't know, it should be fine."

Bai Ying Yaojun sneered and said: "Why, you Tongtian have the guts to plant a flag, don't you have the guts to come out and meet people?"

"Okay, since you don't give me face and don't even bother to come out to look at me, don't blame me for being rude."

Bai Ying Yaojun snorted coldly, raised his right hand, and countless white feathers fell towards the Tongtian Daping, as if he wanted to knock down the Tongtian Peak, making the mountains and rivers unstable, or even completely destroyed.

Seeing that Bai Yu was about to fall, a figure in white appeared on the Daping.

Clang~~~~~~~!

In the light sound of the sword being unsheathed.

The sword energy soared into the sky, like a rain curtain rolling upwards, smashing the white feathers into fine powder, fluttering with the wind, no one knows where it will fall.

"Yuanying Sword Immortal!"

Bai Ying Yaojun's face changed slightly, and he shouted: "So what about Yuanying Sword Immortal, look at me smashing your Tongtian Peak."

Phew~~~~~~!

A white eagle with a height of more than 600 feet and a size of nearly [-] feet suddenly soared into the sky, its wings spread out, and the next moment it closed suddenly, like a huge white eagle swooping down to catch its prey, it slammed into the white-clothed man on the lawn. silhouette.

Clang~~~~~~~~!

The sword was completely unsheathed, and Yan Yiyi slashed upwards.

A bright golden sword light flashed away, like a golden thread stretching for an unknown length, cutting through the huge white eagle dharma.

Hearing a miserable howl from the White Eagle Dharma, it fell apart in an instant, exploded, and turned into energy scattered all over the sky.

With a twist of sword energy, these energies collapsed instantly.

The dharma was broken, and the White Eagle Yaojun vomited blood and fell down, like a green onion, with his whole head stuck in the ground.

"Hiss, the sharpness of the sword energy and the solidity of the sword light are at least that of the Nascent Soul Sword Immortal of the Upper Three Realms."

"White Eagle is the consummation of the sixth-level demon king. This real person who reaches the sky can cut through the white eagle's magic form with a single sword. There is no doubt that the Nascent Soul Sword Immortal of the upper three realms."

Yan Yi rose into the sky, and coldly glanced at the demon kings who were peeping in the dark.

"The Master is not here, if you want to fight, you can fight together, and I will take it alone."

"Oops, we've been found."

"Wait a minute, what did he just say? The Supreme Master is not here! Isn't he the Master of Tongtian, the Supreme Master he is talking about is the Master of Tongtian!"

"The Nascent Soul Sword Immortals of the upper three realms have to be honored as the Supreme Master, so isn't this Tongtian Daoist..."

(End of this chapter)