"Damn it, who dares to kill friars of our two schools everywhere? It''s arrogant."


    "Can''t it be the people of Yuhua sect? Fang Baiyu and several other true disciples of Yuhua sect have unique skills and good strength. If we act together, we''ll be in danger and good luck."


    "It shouldn''t be. I arranged someone around Fang Baiyu. That guy and hundreds of friars of yuhuamen are resting in a place hundreds of miles away. They haven''t started at all."


    "What''s the matter? When did such experts appear in the barren mountains? It''s funny that we don''t even know each other''s origin and appearance."


    Deep in the barren mountain, in a desolate valley, the troops of Xuanyin sect and xuefumen gathered here. The total number of people, such as Bai Yu and his party, was more than twice as large.


    Among them, all of them follow the lead and obey the orders of two young people.


    Two people, one is tall and thin, the eyes are Yin vultures, wearing a black suit and full of Yin Qi, and the other is tall, with a blood robe and awe inspiring. Both have the highest cultivation accomplishments in the real fairyland.


    These two are the first true disciples of Xuanyin sect and Xuefu sect. One is Shi Tong and the other is Sha Bailou. They are famous among the young generation of Zhenwu immortal region. Their respective strength is no less than Fang Baiyu.


    "Report back to elder martial brother Shitong. Younger martial brother Wang Heng sent an image before he died."


    At this time, someone came to Shi Tong quickly and hurriedly presented a jade slip.


    "Well, with this image, younger martial brother Wang Heng will avenge many of his dead classmates."


    As soon as Shi Tong''s spirit was aroused, he immediately inspired the jade slips with his mind and revealed the image retained in the jade slips in the void in front of him. Suddenly, he saw a black air blowing in the image and drowned a young man in an instant.


    The young man was not who Wang Heng was in Shi Tong''s mouth. All Xuanyin disciples recognized him, but as the black gas dispersed, Wang Heng completely disappeared.


    Obviously, Wang Heng died and was swallowed up by a strange black gas. Even the yuan God was not spared. In an instant, all the gods were destroyed.


    "Oh, my God! Is that true?"


    At this moment, many Xuanyin friars, or blood floating friars, all had cold backs and trembled both physically and mentally.


    How can Wang Heng say that he is also a master of jiuchongtian in the real fairyland. His strength is stronger than most of them, but he can''t escape death in the end. He hasn''t even left any residual souls.


    "The other party is too fast to see anyone at all."


    Shi Tong breathed coldly. His eyes were so sharp that he could only see a flash of white shadow from the black air.


    "He is a young monk. His specific accomplishments are not clear. Only one thing is certain. He has practiced a very evil magic and is never easy to deal with."


    Rao Shi was just an image in front of him, and he felt a great fear when he killed the hundred buildings.


    At this time, the image gradually faded away, and then the jade slips in Shi Tong''s hands also cracked with a click, from which came a cold and heartless voice.


    "Don''t try to disturb me, or you won''t want to get out of the barren mountain alive."


    This is a threat, a threat without any cover up. The words even revealed a ray of terrible killing intention, which greatly changed the faces of all present, including Shi Tong and Sha Bailou.


    "Hateful, this man is not a young man. He must be a reincarnator of fairy power. If we want to live, we''d better stop the idea of revenge."


    Hearing Shi Tong''s words, Sha Bailou couldn''t help sighing, "that''s the only way. Even if a reincarnator with great power of fairyland doesn''t have high cultivation, it''s not something you and I can cope with. Even if you and my ancestors are afraid to offend."


    "Let''s go. We can''t find this person to trouble, but we can meet Fang Baiyu. Hum, you and I work together. We must make Fang Baiyu suffer today. At least we have to grab the time fruit in his hand."


    "That''s what I mean."


    After a short conversation, Shi Tong and Sha Bailou summoned people and horses and walked all the way to the location of Fang Baiyu and others.


    ……


    After giving the warning, Yang Xuan didn''t kill any more, but found a place to hide and secretly sort out the booty.


    One by one, there are almost more than 50 years. There are countless storage rings. There are piles of treasures and fairy crystals in each storage ring.


    Yang Xuan doesn''t lack treasure. What he lacks is Xianjing.


    Xianjing, produced in many immortal mines, is a stone condensed from strong immortal Qi. It is not only the common currency of the immortal domain, but also an indispensable thing for the cultivation of immortal monks.


    The energy contained in a fairy crystal is worth 100000 pieces of top-grade spirit stones, and its value is immeasurable.


    Yang Xuan got so many immortal crystals that he could practice with them to improve his cultivation level.


    He has stayed in semi fairyland for a long time. It''s time for him to make a breakthrough and step into the real fairyland.


    True immortality means to seek truth from the false. Only when you can break through the porch of life and death and understand the profound meaning of the true Tao can you turn everyone into an immortal and become a high true immortal.


    In a dark cave, Yang Xuan sat cross legged, surrounded by a large number of immortal crystals.


    Pieces of fairy crystals, with his heart moving, all whirled up, smashed into ash, turned into a vast water like fairy gas, and integrated into the swallow tripod in front of him.


    "What a strong immortal spirit. I also took the opportunity to absorb it. I stayed in the lower world for too long. I haven''t tasted such pure immortal spirit for many years. Ha ha, it''s really delicious. I''ll follow you, boy..."


    Swallowing the tripod, the climbing rattan glowed and swayed, from which came the satisfied and happy laughter of rattan Lingzi.


    Yang Xuan ignored Teng Lingzi and took swallowing the tripod as the furnace to filter all the immortal Qi. Only then did he feel relieved and boldly introduce the immortal Qi into his body for rapid refining.


    "Boy, you seem to lack a fairy skill."


    Teng Lingzi smiled and said, "my Lord is a great saint of the fairy way. He has left countless fairy way skills. If you need them, I can choose some powerful skills to help you practice faster."


    "Thanks a lot, but I still don''t need it. I don''t need Kung Fu."


    Yang Xuan shook his head. He didn''t need the skill, but had found the most suitable one for him.


    This skill is nothing else. It''s just a Taoist Scripture.


    At the moment, he silently recited the first two paragraphs of the Taoist Scriptures, and immediately found that his speed of refining immortal Qi had become extremely rapid, almost devouring it.


    "Worthy of being the first Sutra of all ages!"


    While Yang Xuan sighed, the imperial power in his body also gradually changed qualitatively. For friars below the true immortal, the internal power is the imperial power. If you want to become an immortal, you must first condense your own imperial power into the power of immortal yuan.