Before the person arrived, the strong sense of oppression had already rolled in.
Everyone changed their colors.
This moment.
The sea was calm, and warships seemed to be solidified on the sea surface, and they were still motionless. Everyone looked towards the distant sky, and their hearts couldn't help but beat slightly.
The originally arrogant Luofu Sword Lord bowed respectfully:
"Welcome to the Chiyang Martial Saint!"
Wow!
In a moment.
The audience was in an uproar.
Everyone's brain was hot, and the blood all over his body began to boil. Although he had guessed a little bit before, Luofu Sword Master had undoubtedly completely confirmed his identity.
Chiyang Martial Saint.
A martial saint who just came back a while ago created the Chiyang Sect and made trouble in the world. The Great Yan Wusheng personally came to the door to divide a region for the Chiyang Sect to use freely, and had complete dominance.
Only then did everyone realize that Luofu Sword Master had already joined the Chiyang Sect, and probably what conditions had been promised by Chiyang Martial Saint.
Taoist Longshan's heart sank.
Originally, Luofu Sword Lord suddenly appeared and aroused everyone's greed again, which made the situation a little difficult, but now it has soared to extremely difficult mode. An ancient saint came, and he had no confidence at all.
One by one, a series of eyes were staring at.
A luxurious golden car appeared, and there was a powerful man in the realm of heaven and man in front and behind. The heaven and man carried the car. This scene was already shocking, but the most eye-catching thing was the old man above the car. He was wearing a golden and red robe, like a sun, his hair was red, and there was a bald hair on the top of his head, revealing his shiny head.
The bald old man was lying comfortably on the carriage. The stunning women around him had their eyes filled with autumn waves, their arms were like soft willows, with all their charms and charming, and extremely gentle.
The car was standing in the void, and the warriors who carried the car had high chests. Not only did they not have any shame, but they were extremely proud.
How many people in the world can pull a cart for the Martial Saint?
"We pay homage to the Chiyang Martial Saint!" The vast voices sounded in unison, and everyone bowed their heads to show respect.
The strong are respected.
Wherever there is an eternal truth.
But everyone in the Zhenwu Sect did not move.
Even fools can see that the other party is not good.
Luofu Jianzun shouted coldly:
"Old Taoist Longshan, the Martial Saint asks you, why don't you reply?! Do you dare to despise the Martial Saint?"
He was quite energetic and proud at this moment.
Since the rise of the Heavenly Sword Master, his life has been extremely sad, and he will be taken out to whip the corpse from time to time. Now, with the support of the Chiyang Martial Saint, he is no longer afraid. Even if he is a mere Heavenly Sword Master, can he still be stronger than the Martial Saint?
Now that he saw the Zhenwu Sect in a mess, he felt extremely comfortable.
Taoist Longshan stared at him deeply, and then bowed slightly to the old man in the car:
"I have never said anything about seeing the Chiyang Martial Saint. This time I entered the Zhenwu Palace and passed the test of Yin and Yang Fist at the first level of enlightenment, but I failed to pass the test of the Four Elephant Palm in the second level. However, I was lucky enough to pass the combat power level and finally got some rewards."
"But I did not get the Zhenwu inheritance."
He said it very earnestly, and even said the name of the level.
Everyone was thinking.
Could it be that the Misty Change True has nothing to do with the members of the Zhenwu Sect?
The Chiyang Martial Saint smiled. From the beginning of his appearance, he finally looked at Taoist Longshan. His laughter was a little sarcastic, and he seemed to be a little disdainful:
"This saint knows."
"The assessment of Zhenwu Palace is unreasonable. How difficult is it to understand the Nine Levels of Nine Levels? I don't expect anyone to pass it. Looking at the countless monsters in ancient and modern times, there is no one who can pass it. How could you pass it with the trash of vain who are close to 100 years old?
Everyone changed their colors.
The Taoist Longshan is approaching the age of 100 and is already a top genius. Such people are considered waste. So what are they? They are not as good as waste?
Everyone in the Zhenwu Sect was resentful.
But the Taoist Longshan looked calm.
"Since the Martial Saint knows that my Zhenwu Sect has not been inherited, can we leave?"
The Chiyang Martial Saint stood up slightly and looked at the Taoist Longshan meaningfully:
"no."
Taoist Longshan asked in a deep voice:
“Why?”
A sudden light shot out from the Chiyang Martial Holy Pupil, the sun was brilliant, the power was vast, and its sound was vast:
"Because you don't respect me."
The Taoist Longshan changed his expression and felt a huge pressure suppressing him. He seemed to see two big suns appearing in the sky, one hanging high in the sky, and the other approaching. The terrifying pressure made him sweat coldly on his forehead. He used the power of heaven and earth to resist, but it was useless. The changes in yin and yang had no power to resist in the face of such an absolute power gap.
"Puff."
Taoist Longshan's face turned red and vomited blood and flew backwards.
Ye Qinghe and others caught it, and they vomited blood together. The aftermath of the aftermath was too late for them to bear. They dared not speak out, and they could only clench their fists tightly.
Everyone was holding their breath.
Just now, everyone saw the strength of the Taoist Longshan, but now they were like children in front of the Chiyang Martial Saint, which made everyone understand the value of the ancient saints. This was a fault-crunching power gap. There were even rumors that this was far from the peak of the ancient saints.
Taoist Longshan stabilized his body and vomited another mouthful of blood. His lungs were shaken and he had suffered internal injuries.
He knows.
This is the Chiyang Martial Saint who didn't take it seriously at all, just took action at will, otherwise he would be shot to death in an instant, and a hint of powerlessness arose in his heart. Looking at Luofu Sword Master next to him, he knew that the Chiyang Martial Saint had just made an excuse casually. I am afraid the fundamental reason was to vent his anger to the newly acquired subordinate.
"What the Martial Saint teaches is." Taoist Longshan lowered his head.
He is strong-willed and if he is the only one, he will never surrender even if the other party is a martial saint. But now, he is surrounded by several disciples.
Ye Qinghe and He Yan's eyes were red and they were holding them tightly. Blood was burning in the chests of the three generations of disciples.
Luofu Jianzun smiled and his mouth was wide open.
The Black Evil Sword Master and the White Eyebrow Master also smiled, a little gloating, and were also very moved. If they could join the command of the Chiyang Martial Saint, if they were appreciated in the future, wouldn’t they have the opportunity to become the Martial Saint?
The Black Evil Sword Lord said in time:
"You have reported to the Martial Saint, there are still people in the Zhenwu Sect who have not come out."
The Chiyang Martial Saint glanced at him, and he looked at the changes in the fog ahead, and his eyes gradually became a little surprised:
"really?"
For the first time, he sat upright completely, and the stunning women next to him also stopped the movements in his hands.
The Black Evil Sword Lord became nervous. He originally wanted to borrow flowers to offer Buddha, but now it seems that this information is very important?
He hurriedly said:
"I will never dare to deceive the Martial Saint. There is also a young Taoist sect who is less than twenty years old and has not yet appeared. The change in the fog may be related to him."
Hearing words.
Everyone in the Zhenwu Sect was furious.
Especially the Taoist of Longshan, I wish I could kill him with my eyes.
They naturally knew that the Heisha Daozun was talking about Ning Qi.
The Chiyang Martial Saint tsk twice, his eyes becoming more and more surprised:
"I can't tell, there are really capable people in your Zhenwu Sect?"
Originally, I just came to see if the Zhenwu Palace was still the same, to eliminate the resentment of the past, and to see if there was a chance to try the final test. After all, the Zhenwu Palace is recognized as mysterious and ancient, and no one knows when this Taoist tradition was passed down.
But unexpectedly, there were unexpected gains that could cause such changes in Zhenwu Palace, which means that this person has gained a lot.
Since that's the case, just wait.
Maybe there is hope to take this to peek at the final test.
At this point, Chiyang Martial Saint felt a little hot. Compared with other old monsters, his background was much shallow. If he could get the things in the Zhenwu Palace, he would be able to have enough competitiveness when the opportunity came.
"I heard that there is a person named Tianjian Zhenren in your sect that is not bad? Is he here?" Chiyang Wusheng said carelessly.
The Taoist of Longshan said:
"The whereabouts of senior Tianjian are unsure, I don't know."
Chiyang Martial Saint tweeted:
"I heard that he is a great sword with a heavenly sword. This is how you call him. If he can satisfy this saint, let you leave today, and don't care about your offense."
The Longshan Taoist pupils contracted, but he did not take action.
The few people who knew the identity of the Tianjian Zhenren all had their pupils. Ning Qi was still in the fog, so where did he find a Tianjian Zhenren? Besides, the Chiyang Martial Saint in front of him was obviously malicious. Even if he really called Tianjian Zhenren, what would happen? It would be a little more humiliation.
"Don't want to?" Chiyang Wusheng narrowed his eyes, and the dangerous aura gradually rose.
Taoist Longshan stood in front of everyone and endured it alone.
He kept bleeding from the corners of his mouth. Under the huge pressure, he felt his limbs and bones making overwhelming creaking sounds, as if he was about to fall apart in the next second.
He raised his head with unyielding eyes:
"If you want to take our lives, even if you come, the dignified martial saint bullies the small ones for the big ones, and you will not be afraid of laughing at the world!"
Chiyang Wusheng smiled.
"It's still a hard bone? It's fun. I've changed my mind. You're not afraid of death, right? Since that's the case, I want you to watch your disciples be wiped out like an ant in front of you."
His words were light, but they were filled with a cold and coldness.
The words fell.
A huge red palm condensed out and held it towards the Taoist Longshan with a swelling force, just like a giant comparing an ant. The two were completely different from the same dimension. Everyone was afraid of the strength of the Martial Saint, while the Zhenwu Sect was a little desperate.
However, everyone was not afraid.
Looking at the Taoist Longshan who was constantly coughing up blood, everyone only regretted that they were not strong enough.
"Old dog of Chiyang, if there is a future, I will kill you!" Ye Qinghe shouted coldly, his pupils turned bloody.
"Even ants dares to compete with Haoyue for the bright light?" Chiyang Martial Saint disdained.
The giant palm suppresses.
Everyone held their breath.
Taoist Longshan sighed lightly, but he didn't expect that he would fall on the eve of the rise of the Zhenwu Sect. He had done his best, but he was helpless, the gap was too big.
At this time.
A dragon roar rang through the sky, causing everyone's souls to tremble. They heard incomparable anger from the roar.
Everyone looked at each other subconsciously.
A white true dragon rushed out of the fog, with unparalleled power and a suffocating sense of oppression. The true dragon came to the world, calling the wind and rain, the sea overturned, and warships swayed left and right. The powerful people in the Heavenly Realm were shocked. When the true dragon vomited, a white master suddenly rushed out, and the red giant palm that suppressed the people of the Zhenwu Sect was immediately split.
Song!!
The real dragon roared, and everyone was shocked.
But what attracted everyone's attention was the young Taoist standing on the head of the true dragon. He was dressed in white and was extraordinary.
He didn't say a word, but just stared at the Chiyang Martial Saint coldly, but everyone could not feel a bone-broken chill, as if a disaster was about to come.
Another ancient saint?
But someone has recognized the identity of the person, and his eyes are full of disbelief.
Who is this the young Taoist who has not appeared in the Zhenwu Sect?
Everyone in the Zhenwu Sect was extremely excited, and their bodies were trembling with excitement. Taoist Longshan breathed a long sigh and his eyes were filled with relief. He was not afraid of death, but was afraid that these disciples who were still growing up would die with him. That would be a pity.
Dao Ren Longshan, Ye Qinghe and others knew Ning Qi's identity better. The other three generations of disciples stared at each of them, excited and shocked:
"Uncle Ninth Master is so powerful?"
Although they don’t know what age Ning Qi is, they also know that they are very young.
The next moment.
The Chiyang Martial Saint answered their doubts.
"Which fellow Taoist is coming?" Chiyang Martial Saint was a little surprised and puzzled.
He sensed the similar aura on Ning Qi's body, which was obviously the ancient saint who has been revived since the time, but for a moment he could not see Ning Qi's feet. From the aura of the white dragon under the feet of the young Taoist, he knew that the person in front of him had no ordinary control over spiritual power, and those who possessed such abilities would inevitably be an unknown person.
Ning Qi ignored it.
He controlled the white dragon and landed in front of the Zhenwu Sect. Looking at the blood stains on the Taoist robe of the Longshan Taoist and the listless aura, the chill in his eyes became even more intense.
He circulated the Qi in his body and turned into a magnificent vitality, and entered it into the body of the Longshan Taoist. It was like a dead tree in spring. The Longshan Taoist's state recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. Seeing this method, Chiyang Wushen's pupils shrank again, and several names appeared in his mind, but they rejected them one by one.
"Friendly Daoist style!" Chiyang Martial Saint snorted coldly, his eyes gradually becoming unkind.
Ning Qi still ignored it.
He turned to look at the others, and Ye Qinghe had quickly told Ning Qi all the things that had happened before.
Ning Qi listened.
His face became calmer.
After being ignored one after another, the Chiyang Martial Saint gradually lost patience. He was an ancient saint, even the Great Yan Martial Saint had to treat him with courtesy. The reason why he was so polite was just that he didn't want to make enemies in vain, but Ning Qi's repeated neglecting undoubtedly made him feel that his face was greatly damaged.
"Those who hide their heads and tails..." The shouts were not over.
Ning Qi took action again.
He stretched out his hand and waved it, and the sky swords gathered in the air. As soon as this unique skill was released, everyone was stunned. The identity of the young Taoist in front of him was about to emerge.
The real person of Tianjian?!
But isn’t Tianjian Zhenren an old man? How could he be so young? Could this be his true identity?
Everyone was shocked.
Especially Luofu Sword Lord, his body couldn't help but tremble. The Tianjian Zhenren had become his psychological shadow. He suddenly appeared in front of him, making him subconsciously approach the Chiyang Martial Saint, but the next moment, his body trembled even more violently.
I saw hundreds of swords divided into three above the sky.
One is to lock Luofu Sword Lord, the other is to lock the Black Evil Sword Lord, and the other is to lock the White Eyebrow Master.
In Ning Qi's heart.
All three deserve to die.
The unconcealed murderous intent made the three of them change their faces, and their eyes were full of fear. The terrifying and extremely sharp edge made them completely lose their innocence. Luofu Jianzun shouted shrillly:
"Sir Wu Sheng, save me!"
The other two men also quickly approached the Chiyang Martial Saint.
The face of Chiyang Martial Saint was even more ugly. He didn't care about the lives of these three people, but this move undoubtedly did not take him seriously at all. The contempt made him angry.
"What a courageous! I want to see who you are!"
He stepped out of the golden carriage and pointed his hand. A large sun compass suddenly appeared on his chest. There were many mysterious patterns on it, which was dazzling, as if he was engraved with strange beasts.
The compass slowly rotated, and the buzzing sounded across the sky, making everyone feel palpitations, and finally locked onto a bird-shaped beast.
The next moment.
The fire surged, accompanied by a sharp roar, and a golden crow appeared from the compass.
The golden crow appeared in the world, and the temperature rose sharply. The sea water was instantly evaporated into a huge pit, which was spectacular. Three true fires spewed out of the golden crow's mouth, blocking the heavenly swords in three directions respectively.
Ning Qi wants to kill him, so he has to save him!
Everyone was breathing stagnant.
When the two ancient saints confronted each other, they only felt their scalp numb and they would suffer an unrestrained disaster if they were accidentally killed.
Ning Qi's face was in a state of no waves.
He stood in the void, and under his seat, the white dragon roared and attacked, and the clouds and rains were turned into a cage to trap the true fire. Ning Qi used the mysterious little Zhenwu Seal, which had the effect of suppressing space. The originally aggressive golden crow true fire was immediately blocked.
The face of the Chiyang Martial Saint changed drastically. It was too late for him to change his moves, so he could only watch the heavenly swords suppress it.
Rumble!
Although the strength of the three powerful men on the Heavenly Man List is indeed strong, it is far behind Ning Qi.
There was no power to fight back in front of the Heavenly Sword.
The sword of heaven washes the ground.
Countless people lost their voices and could only watch this scene blankly. The sea overturned and even the seabed was lifted out.
Wait until everything is calm.
Where can there be the figures of Luofu Jianzun and the other three?
There is even no scum.
Everyone was shuddering, and the eyes of the young Taoist gaze were filled with a strong look of awe.
This Tianjian Zhenren... is so murderous!
It’s better to meet than to be famous.
The angry roar of the Chiyang Martial Saint broke the silence:
"Okay! Very good! It seems that you are really going to break up. No matter what your origin is, if you don't give up anything today, others will think that I, Chiyang, can be bullied in the future!"
His face was so gloomy that water was about to drip out. The compass on his chest began to rotate rapidly, and wisps of golden red light burst out completely.
Originally, he was just angry, but now it is a battle of dignity.
A big sun floated in the air, the golden crow spread its wings, becoming more and more fierce. The terrifying temperature made the warriors in the Heavenly Realm sweat. The other warriors felt even more dry, as if they would be out of their vitality in the next second, that is, they would be far away, otherwise they would turn into mummies in an instant, or even turn into powder.
The sea water evaporated into white mist, and the white mist was burned clean again. The entire sea surface was constantly descent, and the surrounding sea water could not flow in. Where the two stood, a terrifying sea cave was formed.
This scene is extremely terrifying, and countless people are shocked by the strength of the ancient saint.
But Ning Qi was very calm.
"Those who insult my teacher will die."
The faint words were filled with murderous intent. Just now, the three of them were just appetizers, and the Chiyang Martial Saint was the source of everything.
The Chiyang Martial Saint in front of him is much worse than the Old Taoist Baishan and the Barbarian Emperor. At best, it is at the same level as the Baotou Tree Buddha. When he was in Zhenxuan Mountain before, he was not afraid of the Baotou Tree Buddha. Now, after so long, his control of spiritual power has been continuously improved during the experiment with the sword demon, and his strength has become stronger, so he will naturally be even less afraid of the Chiyang Martial Saint.
King Yu was shocked and went all out. The white dragon's scales shone brightly, and the dragon's claws were cold, trying to tear the void apart.
The next moment.
Bailong fought with the golden crow.
A series of dark cracks were born at the battle between two spiritual beasts and quickly dissipated. Thousands of waves shook the sky, and the power of the heaven and earth around them began to be disordered.
"This is an ancient saint who once appeared in Zhenxuan Mountain. I didn't expect that he was a member of the Zhenwu Sect! He is also a real person in Tianjian. No wonder the Zhenwu Sect can rise so quickly. It turns out that it has an ancient saint as the foundation!"
Someone recognized Ning Qi's attack on Zhenxuan Mountain and exclaimed in surprise.
They see.
The white dragon was obviously even more powerful, and he beat the golden crow hard. If it weren't for the Da Sun compass that had been delivering spiritual power, I was afraid that the golden crow would have shown signs of decline.
But even so, it can be seen at a glance which one is higher and which one is lower.
The Chiyang Martial Saint looked ugly. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something and said angrily:
"Who are you? If you are the ancient saint, you will not be able to enter the Zhenwu Palace. Who are you?!"
He had a terrible guess in his heart, but he also found it incredible.
Ning Qi just smiled calmly:
"Frog in the well."
The face of Chiyang Martial Saint turned red even more. This ridicule made him feel extremely uncomfortable. He couldn't help but reflect on whether there was really something secret that he didn't know.
Ning Qi's pinching technique.
The spiritual power is unpredictable.
The so-called white dragon and golden crow are actually just appearances. The deepest duel is the control of spiritual power between the two.
At this time, he understood the background of the Chiyang Martial Saint, and he stopped hiding.
Ning Qi's eyes were cold, and Chiyang Wu Sheng humiliated his master and was killed!
Even if you can't kill him now, you have to remember this account and make him pay enough money.
The breath in the body rolled.
Ning Qi's strength never comes from Yu Wangzhu.
If we put aside those martial saint secret treasures, his original strength would be much more terrifying than the current ancient saint!
The bridge of heaven and man runs, and three flowers gather on the top.
The powers of heaven and earth gathered in ignoring this disordered environment.
Then, in everyone's shocked eyes.
The sky swords condensed and formed. Compared with before, the current formation is much more terrifying. The sky swords are as vast as stars, densely covered in the void. The endless sharp aura makes the Chiyang Martial Saint look incredible.
How could he not see it? This is the explosive power displayed by the pure power of heaven and earth.
Ning Qi's eyes were calm and cold.
"Ten thousand swords return to the sect!"
Chapter completed!