One Thought Feixian

Chapter 867

Nishikawa!

Vientiane Mountain!
There is no Wanxiang Sect here, but it has become the Wanzong League.

All the sects and sects of Xichuan gathered in Wanxiang Mountain and formed a huge alliance. At a glance, the entire Wanxiang Mountain is full of emerald green peaks, waterfalls and shooting stars, Qionglou Yuyu, thousands of mansions, and people everywhere. , interspersed among them, coming and going, or practicing, or meditating, or riding, countless.

There is even a huge city in it, full of shops, full of people, prosperous like boiling oil.

Countless people came from all directions, pouring into this city constantly, wanting to join the Wanzong League, to stand out and make a name for themselves.

There are even more people who want to seek shelter and find a safe place in the troubled times.

However, the conditions for recruiting disciples of the Wanzongmeng are extremely strict. Those who are not talented or lucky are not accepted. Therefore, many people traveled thousands of miles to Wanxiang Mountain, but they were rejected and rejected. outside.

There are those who are disheartened and jump off the cliff directly to seek short-term vision.

The bones under the cliff have long been piled up into a mountain, at least thousands of them, some committed suicide, some killed by homicide, after all, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes.

This cliff also became famous because of this, and it was named "Broken Soul Cliff", which made people talk about it.

Ordinary people come here, suddenly feel the wind gusts, biting cold, filled with resentment in the dark, there are more will-o'-the-wisps floating in the night, wolves howling and crowing.

All of a sudden, a figure swept across the sky, and immediately the "Broken Soul Cliff"'s dark wind dissipated, the resentment disappeared, the clouds were cleared, and the golden glow blew to the ground.

"Who dares to break into Vientiane Mountain?"

The disciples guarding the mountain, the patrolling team, immediately noticed that someone was flying in the air. After approaching Wanxiang Mountain, the speed did not slow down, and they did not accept interrogation.

"Bold!"

A great Nian master even shouted violently, carrying a flying sword, the spirit body lifted into the air, and beheaded regardless of the reason.

However, due to the strength of manpower, the flying sword collapsed together with the spirit body before it got close.

The great nian guru immediately spurted blood, his expression was startled, before he could make a sound, he fell to the ground, bleeding from his seven orifices, and his soul was sucked away by a mysterious force.

The surrounding disciples are not like this either.

Passing along the way is unstoppable. Anyone who stands in the way will end up dying and their souls will be scattered.

"Enemy attack!"

Dangdangdang... In an instant, the entire Vientiane Mountain boiled, countless shouts sounded, bells and drums rang loudly, and the sound was piercing, spreading in all directions.

Jiang Yi held the soul-calling banner, with murderous intentions, and the coldness between his brows. With a wave, the ghosts scattered, and tens of thousands of disciples of the sect alliance fell to the ground and lost their souls before they could realize what was going on.

His speed was not very fast, looking at the Wanxiang Mountain, he felt desolate and emotional.

When he first came to this Wanxiang Mountain, he was very cautious, like walking on thin ice, there were people he looked up to everywhere, and he didn't dare to offend.

Now that he came again, rampant, there was no longer a trace of awe in his heart, and there was a monstrous murderous intent.

As more and more people were killed, countless souls were recruited, and a terrible resentment permeated the air. There was a gust of wind between the sky and the earth, and the sky seemed to become a little drowsy and gloomy.

There are countless ghosts whistling around him, like messengers who came out of hell, dedicated to seducing souls and killing them.

"Where is the evildoer, dare to slaughter the disciples of the Wanzong League, and die quickly!"

What Jiang Yi did finally alarmed the strong men in the Wanzong League. Three figures flew out from a mountain peak and came straight to Jiang Yi, stabbing with a sword, cutting with a knife, or killing with a spear. The momentum is like a rainbow, extremely fierce.

These are the three superhuman beings who are the second level of holiness to fly away from the ground and fly into the air. They belong to the high-level elders of the Wanzong League, and they hold great power in their hands.

But Jiang Yi didn't pause or dodge, and directly met the attack of the three, and then passed by.

Ah!
The three great martial saints immediately let out screams and trembled all over, and then their bodies exploded, blood rained, and their souls followed Jiang Yi.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Yi came to the sky above a palace and stopped: "Song Wentian, come out and die!"

In front of the palace, there is a huge square. Many disciples who are cultivating gathered in this square. At this moment, they all stopped when they heard the sound, and looked up, all of them were shocked.

At this moment, Wanxiang Mountain suddenly fell into an unprecedented silence, but soon, the silence was replaced by screams of fear.

Almost at the same time, some martial sages and powerful ghosts and immortals in the Wanzong League came out of the palace one after another, all of them focused their eyes on Jiang Yi, their faces full of anger in horror.

"Monster, actually killed so many disciples of Wan Zongmeng!"

"This is the treasure of the High Priest of the Desolate Clan's undead, the Evocation Banner. This person must be a member of the Desolate Clan."

"Could it be that the people from the Huangzu have already killed Wanxiang Mountain and are going to attack us Wanzongmeng."

"This person is too rampant, single-handedly breaking into the Wanzong League, he simply doesn't pay attention to us, kill him!"

...With almost no hesitation, all the martial arts masters who had gained the ability to fly rose into the air one after another, rushing towards Jiang Yi.

Countless ghosts and immortals activated their spiritual weapons one after another to attack.

The skills of these people are not the same, they come from different sects, there are Juedao Sect, there is Fujian Sect, there is Songhe Sect, there is Canghai Sect, there is Xuanling Sect, there is Luoyun Sect, etc., they are very powerful .

All of a sudden, Jiang Yi was besieged by dozens of people, swords and swords, fists and palms roaring, spiritual power shaking, killing moves everywhere, airtight, no sunlight, no room to dodge.

Jiang Yi stood in the air with his usual expression. The soul-calling flag swept over automatically without wind, wrapping his body layer by layer. All the flags were resisted.

Jiang Yi stretched it open, and the soul-calling banner shook, and suddenly a huge ghost roared out from the banner, and the powerful evil spirit swept away, like ghosts and gods descending from the earth.

This is not the general of the ghost, but the commander of the ghost.

But it wasn't over yet, Jiang Yi shook the banner again, and another ghost coach rushed out.

It shook ten times in a row, and every time there was a ghost coach.

The commander, full of ghosts, suddenly appeared in the air, let out an earth-shattering roar, and then rushed towards the surroundings, tearing apart a strong warrior.

The blood of the corpse, like a torrential rain, fell from the sky, with pieces of fuzzy pieces of meat in it, which was shocking and tragic.

Jiang Yi slaughtered a large number of people from the Desolate Race in the Key of the Great Desolation, and the power of the Soul Calling Banner had already surpassed that in the hands of the High Priest of the Undead.

Although the high priest of the undead absorbed many souls, those people were ordinary people with low strength and weak souls, and the people from the barren race that Jiang Yi killed were all masters, and there were so many ancient barbarians and ancient witches among them. , naturally cannot be compared.

So many souls were all sucked into the summoning banner, and after Jiang Yi's refinement, they immediately condensed into ten ghost commanders.

Although this ghost commander is not as powerful as the high priest of the undead condensed before, he can also display the power of the third level of transcendence and holiness to kill the sky, and it is more than enough to slaughter the people in front of him.

Not only that, these ghost masters, after killing people, continue to devour souls, and will continue to be strengthened, eventually transforming into ghost kings.

Countless disciples of the Wan Zongmeng, even after seeing the bloody scene, were so frightened that their faces turned pale at this moment, and they yelled loudly.

"If you don't hand over Song Wentian today, then I will slaughter the Wan Zongmeng."

Jiang Yi's voice, like a devil, suddenly resounded through the entire Vientiane Mountain, and even people who were dozens of miles away could hear it clearly.

"Monster, don't be rampant, watch the knife!"

At this moment, a loud roar sounded, and a figure was seen flying over from a distance, and in a flash, it approached Jiang Yi's body, and a treasured knife swung out, the knife's aura was sweeping, extremely sharp, like Like a thunderbolt, it enveloped Jiang Yi's head.

It seems that this person's purpose is to chop off Jiang Yi's head and end everything.

"It's the master of Feng Changjing!"

"What sect master, that is the elder."

"Feng Changjing, the elder, will definitely be able to cut off this person's head."

... This person is Feng Changjing, the former master of the Jue Dao Sect, whose "36 Swords of Jue Ming" is the best in the world, and it is rare to meet an opponent.

As soon as he came out, the house was full of applause, and the shouts shook the sky, as if the god of war was born and dominated everything.

But this knife ran aground, and Jiang Yi took it with his bare hands, and defeated him cleanly.

"Seal the long scripture?"

Jiang Yi's eyes fell on Feng Changjing. When he mentioned Juedaomen, he immediately thought of Pan Changfeng and Yin Jianxiu, but they had already been beheaded by him, and the grass on the grave was probably several feet high. up.

"Feng Changjing, quickly hand over Song Wentian, I can spare your life, otherwise your end will be the same as Pan Changfeng, you know?"

Jiang Yi said lightly.

"You are Jiang Yi? Changfeng was actually killed by you. Damn it, I want to tear you into pieces and kill you!"

Feng Changjing retreated dozens of feet in the air, and immediately recognized Jiang Yi's identity. Hearing Jiang Yi's words suddenly, he was completely enraged, with strong killing intent intertwined on his face, without hesitation, immediately So he unleashed "Desperate 36 Knives", slashing towards Jiang Yi frantically.

However, Feng Changjing is the realm of the third level of transcendence and sagehood, and Jiang Yi has already cultivated to the fourth level of transcendence, diving into the abyss and shrinking. How can he be Jiang Yi's opponent?

Although the saber technique is fierce, but its power is weak, Jiang Yi stepped out, his figure suddenly disappeared under the overwhelming blade light, shrunk to an inch, suddenly appeared behind Feng Changjing, and punched him on the back.

boom!
A medium-grade spiritual weapon armor on Feng Changji's body immediately burst open, spraying a mist of blood from its mouth.

(End of this chapter)