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Text Chapter 313 Dangerous mountain roads and chaotic shadows

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    Yu He took a closer look at the brown-robed Taoist opposite and saw that under the left front of his robe were embroidered with five small Panyun peaks, the leftmost one of which was woven with silver thread.  Based on this mark, it can be seen that these monks who are blocking the way are all mountain guarding disciples of the Xiyue Taihua branch of the Five Mountains Immortal Sect, and they specialize in guarding the entrance to the mountain here.  Coming to Mount Huashan to watch the ceremony, Yu He was naturally well prepared.  He smiled in a neither humble nor overbearing manner, and returned the courtesy by cupping his hands: "Pindao is the master of Xuanzhen Temple, the outer gate of Qingcheng Xianzong, and his monastic name is Xuanzhenzi. This is proved by the talisman of Qingcheng Chaoxi Palace." After that, Yu He  He took out the emerald jade talisman of Qingcheng Immortal Sect, held it in his palm, and showed it to the Huashan monk opposite for inspection.  The brown-robed Taoist leader glanced at the Qingcheng Jade Talisman, but the alert look on his face did not diminish.  The man took three steps closer, as if he wanted to carefully identify the talisman on the jade talisman. But when he was five feet in front of Yu He, he suddenly stretched out his wrist and palm, and pinched the two fingers of his right hand into a sword gesture, which seemed slow but was actually fast.  Point it out and go straight to Yu He's pulse gate.  I saw the brown-robed Taoist stabbing with his fingers. Although the attack was swift, it did not contain any murderous intent.  Yu He felt clear in his heart, knowing that the other party was deliberately testing, so the smile on his face did not change.  He lowered his wrists and stepped back. He pressed his little and ring fingers on the jade talisman in his palm. He also straightened his index and middle fingers. His fingertips drew out diagonally from bottom to top. It was the Qingcheng Sword.  One of the most famous moves in Fa is "Feng Lai Yi".  The two people's fingertips were far apart, and their true energy was about to be withdrawn at the touch, and they each retreated.  As the saying goes, "Experts will know if there are any if they stretch out their hands." The brown-robed Taoist saw that Yu Hezhi was an authentic Qingcheng sword move, and the rules were strict and the energy was calm. With that finger passing through, there seemed to be endless backhands.  The desire is still there, just like a person walking into the deep mountains and valleys of Qingcheng. Every step leads to a scene. There are endless charms hidden behind the layers of greenery.  The sword's power is like this, which is exactly what it means to understand the samadhi of Qingcheng Xianzong's swordsmanship.  Then the brown-robed Taoist no longer had any doubts. He clasped his fists and said loudly: "Fan Yinqi of Yuntai Peak in Huashan Mountain has met senior brother Xuanzhenzi of Qingcheng. He did something extraordinary at an emergency because he had no choice but to do it. It's disrespectful.  "I hope Senior Brother Xuan Zhenzi won't be surprised." "It's just as it should be if the external demon is evil." Yu He waved his hand and said with a smile, "This is my junior sister Ning Qingling. We are here to pay homage to your sect's establishment ceremony, and we are even more willing to help Wuyue Immortal."  With the help of fellow Taoists of the sect, I will slay demons and do justice for heaven!¡± ¡°I deeply appreciate the kindness of Senior Brother Xuanzhen and Junior Sister Ning.¡± Huashan Fan Yinqi raised his hand to invite, and the dense forest and stone wall behind him changed with light and shadow, and a line of light and shadow appeared.  The winding and steep wooden mountain road, "There are many evil spirits running rampant nearby, so you two should go into the mountain quickly. However, I am afraid that there will be no peace on this road. Fan will do his best to ensure that Senior Brother Xuanzhen and Junior Sister Ning are safe." "  "What?" Yu Heyi frowned and asked in a low voice, "Is it possible that the demon cultivators have already entered the mountain? Hasn't the Huashan Mountain Protection Formation been activated?" Fan Yinqi sighed, showing a hint of helplessness, and shook his head.  To answer, Yu He suddenly heard the evil wind behind him and saw a wisp of black smoke flying straight towards Ning Qingling's back from the corner of his eye.  Junior sister Xiao Ning stood behind Yu He. She never spoke, but she was watching and listening in all directions. Therefore, Ning Qingling noticed the malice coming from behind her earlier than Yu He.  The black smoke flew closer. She twisted her waist slightly and moved five feet away like catkins in the wind, making the black smoke fly away.  A twisting figure appeared where Ning Qingling had just stood.  This man had disheveled hair and a weird smile on his face. He stared straight at Ning Qingling and said in a strange voice: "The Lao Shizi Mountain Protection Formation, in my opinion, is useless! Old man, I left in a swaggering way.  Come in, what can you people in the right way do to me? If those old Niubi from the Shushan sect have some skills, are you two little brats going up to the mountain to seek death? It looks like you, a girl, have a happy life?  , Don¡¯t do it to yourself. After I clean up these bastards, I will peel and dry you and enjoy it carefully!¡±  Shantong quickly kills people!" A shout came from the distance, and he saw a dozen escaping lights flashing towards him.  "Tsk! This girl doll is mine, don't you wait to fight for it!" The face of the sloppy old man turned into black smoke changed greatly.  He stretched out a pair of filthy claws, stepped forward, and rushed towards Ning Qingling.  Yu He turned aside to protect his junior sister.  The sloppy old man gritted his teeth and glared, growling in his mouth, thrust forward his hands, and thrust ten black nails straight into Yu He's face.  Just when Fan Yinqi from Huashan shouted the word "be careful" from his throat, and the ten nails of the sloppy old man were still three feet away from Yu He, a group of Huashan disciples suddenly saw something incredible  One scene.  I saw that Yu He and Ning Qingling seemed to be intimidated by the sloppy old man's aura. They both froze on the spot without moving, and even the corners of their robes did not tremble.  But that sloppy old man somehow found himself half-wayIn the midst of it, his body and head were suddenly separated without any warning. His head with disheveled hair was sprayed into the air by the blood fountain in his neck, while the headless body fell slumped at Yu He's feet.  forward.  The old man from the Demon Sect, who had been killed for no apparent reason, was full of shock. He wanted to tear Yu He into two pieces and snatch Ning Qingling into his arms.  But before his fingers touched Yu He's flesh, he felt his body become light and ethereal, and then the world spun around. At a glance, he saw a headless bloody corpse with twitching limbs on the ground. It was not wearing his own black linen.  robe?  Before he could react, his eyes were already covered with a layer of gray and black. The bloody leader of Liuyang fell to the ground and rolled down the steep mountain path to the bottom of the cliff.  "Hey, who killed the mangy old ghost? Grandpa, I'm going to cut him into pieces!" I heard a loud "rumbling" sound, and a nine-foot giant man wearing iron armor fell from the sky.  This man looks like a black bear, with a breath like thunder. He holds a pair of cloud-patterned copper awls the size of wine jars in his hands, with traces of green fire lingering on the heads of the awls.  Looking at his attire, he doesn't look like a Qi-refining monk at all. He looks like a warrior who is charging into battle on foot.  Behind the armored man, there were another seventeen armored Demon Sect monks holding down the escape light. They were all tall and strong, holding heavy weapons in their hands.  The eighteen men's eyes were bloodshot and fierce, and they swept towards Yu He and the Huashan monks on the opposite side with unparalleled ferocity.  Yu He stood there with a calm expression, as if the bloody corpse in front of his feet had nothing to do with him.  Fan Yinqi of the Huashan Immortal Sect took a breath of cold air. He raised his eyebrows and drew his sword, pointed at the armored giant and shouted sternly: "Qimen Pass Flying Eagle slaughtered eighteen people? My fellow juniors, quickly raise the Taihua Nine Palaces Fighting Demon Sword Formation. Today,  Kill these bloody demons and avenge the Sixth Brother and Seventh Sister! "I don't know what grudges these two groups of people had, but I heard a "choking" sound as the dozen Huashan Immortal Sect monks performed the magic at the same time!  He drew his sword and spun around.  A Nine Palaces Sword Formation and the Taiping Demon Fighting Sword Formation were intertwined, evolving into the Taihua Nine Palaces Demon Fighting Sword Formation unique to the Xiyue Huashan Immortal Sect. More than a dozen figures, holding layers of cold light, headed towards the Flying Eagle Ten of the Northwest Demon Sect.  Eight people were massacred and strangled.  Yu He moved, as if he wanted to draw his sword, but Ning Qingling suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm.  Yu He turned around and saw his junior sister gently shaking her head, so he took a long breath, suppressed the murderous intent that was rising in his chest, stepped back a few steps, and stood a foot away, watching with nothing.  When the giant man in iron armor saw the Huashan sect forming a formation to attack, he raised his head and laughed loudly. He hit the cloud-patterned copper cone in his palm against his chest and made a thunderous sound of gold and iron.  Eighteen men in armor roared loudly at the same time, and several eagle calls echoed faintly in the air.  These armored men set up a sharp arrow formation that can only be seen in ordinary battle formations. Using the big man with a copper cone as the vanguard, they evoked the roar of the wind, rolled up the flying sand and rocks, and charged wildly towards the Nine Palaces of Huashan Demon Fighting Sword Formation.  The mountain road of Huashan Mountain in Xiyue is narrow, and this small open space is only a few feet in diameter.  The people on both sides just jumped forward, and the formations immediately connected, the weapons intertwined, and the continuous screams were shocking.  Not only were the weapons of the Demon Sect Flying Eagle Eighteen-man Slaughters thick and heavy, but their highly trained internal and external practitioners were also obviously slightly higher than the monks of the Huashan Immortal Sect.  In addition, I don¡¯t know the origin of these eighteen big men. Their Qi, blood and true energy can actually penetrate each other. As a result, when the formations on both sides collided, the ordinary sharp arrow formation almost destroyed the Huashan Nine Palaces Fighting Demon Sword Formation.  They were so rushed that they collapsed on the spot.  Fan Yinqi, as the main force in suppressing the Zhonggong, felt every subtle change in the situation.  The sharp arrow array that was slaughtered by the Flying Eagle Eighteen people rushed towards him, and he seemed to feel that a heavy iron awl was digging hard into his chest and abdomen.  The Huashan Xianzong monks guarding the three palaces of Xun, Li and Kun in the front were forced to retreat continuously, only half a step away from retreating to the palaces of Zhen, Ji and Dui behind them.  Fan Yinqi was afraid that the formation would be scattered, so he quickly stepped back and ordered Linggen, Kan, and Qiangong to step forward to resist. Taking advantage of the change of position and the movement of the formation, the Nine-Gong Demon Fighting Sword Formation turned from offense to defense, and he had to temporarily avoid the front arrow formation.  of vigor.  The Front Arrow Formation is a battle formation, and the most important thing is to go all out in one go, and then it will be exhausted three times. Although the nine-foot giant man looks rough, he is well versed in the way of attack.  He saw that the formation failed to break through the Nine Palaces of Huashan Demon Fighting Sword Formation in one charge. When he charged again, the nine palaces on the opposite side were unpredictable and he was already safe. He simply stood still holding the copper cone and looked at Fan Yinqi.  Smiling evilly.  All the monks from Huashan were all weak. Seeing that Fei Ying's Eighteen Men Tu were no longer pursuing them, they quickly stepped back a few steps and secretly adjusted their breath to regain their strength.  Yu He saw that the brilliance of the magic sword in the hands of the Xun, Li and Kun monks who had just taken the brunt was dim, and it was obvious that they had suffered some damage.  Fan Yinqi glanced at Yu He and Ning Qingling secretly, his thoughts spinning in his heart.  He felt a little rash and led an army to massacre the Eighteen Demon Cultivators of Flying Eagle. Firstly, he had formed an sworn feud with these eighteen demon cultivators.It turned out that he believed that there must be a righteous master lurking nearby, secretly protecting this place.  The headless bloody corpse on the ground is evidence of this.  That sloppy old man died in an unknown manner. It was obvious that an expert secretly rescued the Xuan Zhenzi brothers and sisters of the Qingcheng Sect.  Fan Yinqi was at the eighth level of the Pill Returning Stage, and he actually couldn't tell what kind of magical means the sloppy old man was decapitated by, which meant that the man in the dark must have at least the cultivation level of Xuanzhu Daoguo.  And since this master of demon-slaying cultivator rescued the disciples of the Qingcheng Immortal Sect, he was naturally a friend rather than an enemy.  At first, Fan Yinqi had a flash of thought, thinking it was Yu Hexia's hand.  But he had an interview with Yu He in person, and he estimated in his heart that the cultivation level of the man and woman who came all the way from Qingcheng Mountain was about the same as his own, and they didn't look like they had the Xuanzhu Taoism.  .  What's more, looking at the world of Jiuzhou, there are very few Xuanzhu high roads. Who is not a big shot with high vision? How can he walk to Chaoyang Peak from this narrow mountain trail?  Later, when Ning Qingling pulled Yu He away from the fight, Fan Yinqi became even more confident that it was probably someone else who had taken action just now.  After all, if Xuan Zhenzi is really a great man, then why should he cower in the face of the enemy?  Killing a demon cultivator is just killing, but it doesn't matter if you kill the flying eagle and kill eighteen people. It's just a piece of merit that can be obtained at your fingertips.  ¡° Let¡¯s not delve into whether the mysterious master who kills people invisible is Qingcheng Xuanzhenzi, or he is hiding in the dark.  Fan Yinqi took it for granted that since this person knew how to rescue Yu He, he would not allow the Eighteen Flying Eagles to commit murder here.  Therefore, he dared to fight in the formation even though he knew that the Eighteen-man Flying Eagle had profound skills in slaughtering and had unstoppable strange power.  By the way, Fan Yinqi¡¯s guess was actually right, but not right either.  Although Yu He had many contacts with Master Qi Zhao, Wei Xingge, Master Luo Xiu, etc., he had been cultivating in the Taoist sect since he was a child. Subtly, he still had some decent doctrines of eliminating demons and defending the Tao in his heart.  Therefore, Yu He still stood on the side of the Huashan Immortal Sect and would definitely not sit back and watch Fan Yinqi and others suffer.  Seeing the momentum of the eighteen armored men rising higher and higher, their ferocious aura condensing like mountains, Yu Hezhen couldn't hold it any longer.  The sloppy old man just blasphemed Ning Qingling, which made Yu He furious. The invisible sword energy of Taixuan cut off the sloppy old man's head.  Ning Qingling couldn't bear the thought of Yu He going on a killing spree as soon as he entered Huashan, which would only aggravate the evil in his heart, so she held Yu He back.  But how could Yu He bear to watch the monks of Huashan Immortal Sect being slaughtered on the spot?  He struggled to stretch his arm and wanted to draw his sword and step forward. Ning Qingling saw that she could no longer hold her senior brother back, so she had to let go.  Junior sister Xiao Ning rolled her eyes, reached out and took out the mahogany phoenix-tailed harp, stepped forward and shouted loudly: "Evil traitors, everyone will find them and kill them! This little girl is not talented, I am willing to help all the Huashan immortals  Senior Brother Zong, please watch the enemy formation for me and watch Qing Ling use his methods to defeat the demons!"
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