Chen Xiu glanced at the two of them and said in a deep voice: "This man is by no means simple. Among the seven people following him, two of them are in the late stage of Tongxuan!"

"Late stage of Tongxuan?"

The two guards looked at each other and said hesitantly: "That is far different from the city lord..."

"Idiot! With your mortal eyes, how can you see how powerful this person is? Don't make decisions on your own in the future, otherwise I won't let you off lightly!"

Chen Xiu gave a sharp shout, which frightened both of them so much that they turned pale and said, "Don't dare."

"snort!"

Chen Xiu turned and left.

In his sleeve, there is a green snake, which is trembling...

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Three months later.

On the boundless grassland, a few rays of light came through the sky.

The first person, wearing a long gray gown, is Liang Yan.

"Ahead is the Yunmeng Mountain Range."

He put away the map and looked into the distance.

I saw a undulating mountain range hidden in the clouds and mist. The clouds and mist curled up, sometimes like dancing veils, sometimes like rolling waves, and they were unpredictable.

But it is said that Yunmeng Mountain is shrouded in clouds all year round, and the scenery in the mountain is dreamlike, as if entering a fantasyland, hence its name.

"Senior, is the treasure located in this mountain range?" Liang Yan asked through a message.

"Can't be wrong."

The old tree spirit's voice sounded slowly in his sea of ​​consciousness: "Fly six thousand miles to the southeast and you will see a green peak surrounded by nine peaks. That's where it is."

"good."

Liang Yan responded in his heart, without hesitation, and flew towards the southeast with his seven disciples.

Soon, they entered the Yunmeng Mountains, surrounded by clouds and clouds, which were like a dream and had a hazy beauty.

If a monk below the Golden Core realm enters this mountain range, without the guidance of treasures, he is likely to get lost here.

But to Liang Yan, these unpredictable clouds are just some scenery.

Not long after, Liang Yan saw a towering mountain peak reaching into the clouds. As the old tree spirit said, it was surrounded by nine peaks.

"This is the energy stored in the Nine Peaks. Only this kind of terrain can give birth to the treasure, and only this kind of terrain can hide it..." The voice of the old tree spirit sounded again.

Liang Yan nodded silently.

But he soon frowned because there was actually the sound of fighting coming from the front.

Liang Yan used his spiritual consciousness to scan and found that there were two factions of monks fighting among the nine peaks. The realms of the two factions of monks were not high. Most of them were in the Golden Core realm, and only a few were in the Tongxuan realm.

The fight was very fierce, and various spells were used in endlessly. In just a moment, two monks at the Golden Core Realm died, and their bodies fell into the woods below.

Liang Yan had no interest in this level of fighting.

He only took a few glances and found that the spells practiced by these monks were very complex. It seemed that there were not just two factions, but monks from multiple sects were divided into two camps.

"It seems that Pu Ji is right. There is no order in the gray area. The sects attack each other and wars become common. There is no reason to argue in a place like this. Strength is the strongest principle."

Thinking of this, Liang Yan said calmly: "Qingruo, if my master wants to be quiet and quiet, go and get rid of these people."

"yes!"

Bai Qingruo bowed down to accept the order, made a magic formula, and turned into escaping light and fell from the sky.

However, in the battlefield below, the monks from both factions were furious. They were dazzled by all kinds of magical powers and spells, and some even used all kinds of tactics to suppress the situation.

Among them were four monks in the early stage of Tongxuan, namely a woman in a red dress, a white-haired old man, a middle-aged scholar, and a one-armed man.

The four people were fighting randomly and seemed to be divided into two groups. In fact, they were wary of each other and no one dared to trust the other.

"Haha, fellow Taoist Lingxuan, why bother struggling anymore? The discussion between the three sects is a foregone conclusion. You have no future. Why don't you abandon the dark side and turn to the bright side? For the sake of our past friendship, I can give you a few nice words!"

The white-haired old man smiled broadly, and while fighting, he looked at the woman in the red dress with evil eyes.

The woman in the red dress was very angry at him and said bitterly: "I, the Menghua Sect, can't control the overt and covert fights between the upper sects, but if you want the disciples of my sect to bow down and serve as your vassals, that's impossible to even think about.

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"If you don't surrender, then you will die!"

The one-armed man looked sinister and swung his palm violently.

But the black wind roared and turned into a dark ghost hand, grabbing the woman in the red dress.

The female cultivator had no choice but to use her magic power to condense three enchanting red flowers on top of her head to resist the one-armed man's ghostly hand.

The two forces collided, bursting out red and black vortexes, grinding the nearby rocks into powder.

Seeing that the stalemate was no longer possible, the white-haired old man suddenly laughed ferociously, took out a yellow bamboo flute from behind, put it to his mouth and blew it gently.

The air holes of the bamboo flute immediately emitted seven rays of rays of light, dancing like eels in mid-air. They soon came behind the female cultivator in red and penetrated her body-protecting aura.

"careful!"

Seeing this, the middle-aged scholar hurriedly waved his sleeves and shot out a bolt of lightning as thick as a water tank from his sleeves, trying to block the white-haired old man's spell.

The two people's mana collided, creating layers of smoke in the air.

The two sides are fighting now, and they have already used their full strength. It is time to decide life and death!

But at this moment, a white sword light fell from the sky.

The first ones to bear the brunt were the female cultivator in red and the one-armed man. The demonic flowers and ghost claws they condensed with their magic power were instantly chopped into pieces. They both retreated at the same time and spit out a mouthful of blood at the same time.

At the same time, the white sword light rolled around in place, and the sword energy danced like a spiritual snake, quickly breaking the spells of the middle-aged scholar and the white-haired old man.

The four Tongxuan Zhenjun were forcibly separated and had to stop.

"who?"

The four of them were all startled and looked up almost at the same time.

I saw a female cultivator in white clothes with a gentle appearance falling from the sky and landing in the middle of the battlefield...
Chapter completed!