The Great Tao Chronicle

The three of Mu Hanfeng released their swords and left, and the front of the mountain couldn't help but be silent for a while.

"Seeing that noon is approaching, it is time for me to go up the mountain! The mystery of this sword-solving stone, I will come to understand it later!"

After a moment of silence, Zhao Changlin flicked his sleeves and said loudly:

"What do you think?"

"Exactly that!"

Mr. Lan Da retracted his gaze and responded with a sound.

Although the two of them wanted to see the reaction of the people from Wanjian Villa, they were mostly attracted by this stone tablet.

Mu Hanfeng could see that there was something mysterious in it, and they naturally could see it too.

"As it should be."

The Golden Assimilation of Dalongmen and Yuan Baifei of the True Astral Dao looked at each other and nodded.

Zhao Changlin threw it casually, and the streamer pierced the mountain wall with a hole until it reached the handle.

Jin Tonghua and Yuan Baifei also threw their swords and soldiers into the opposite cliff.

Only Lan Da, took out the weapon, and handed it to the disciple of the chivalrous door not far away who greeted the guest on his behalf:

"Dare to ask little brother, what did Daoist Wangquan say when he set up this stone tablet?"

Several other people also looked at the disciple.

The disciple of the chivalrous sect was stunned for a moment, then he restrained his expression, grasped his posture, learned the tone of the one in his memory, and said plainly:

"If I have to use swords on this mountain, I am afraid that the world will be full of Shura fields."

The blue masters were full of admiration, and immediately gave birth to admiration.

The meaning of this Daoist Wang Quan's words is obvious. Once the sword is released, no one will be harmed.

In the bland, there is absolute confidence.

Of course, this is only limited to Xie Jian up the mountain.

However, with this sword-solving stone, the only ones who can hold a sword up the mountain are those who are strong in the divine vein.

The Divine Vein has already melted into the body, and it is impossible to unravel the sword.

Because Shenmai swordsman is separated from the body, it has another name.

Soldiers.

As several people went up the mountain one after another, many other martial artists were speechless.

Such masters are going up the mountain, what else do they have to say?

Immediately, these martial arts practitioners unleashed their swordsmen one after another.

The few disciples who greeted the guests also retreated, leaving many martial artists to go up the mountain.

The steps of Wangquan Mountain are thick and flat, as if they were made of large stones.

Mu Hanfeng paced forward.

Behind him, Mu Fengliu couldn't help but say, "Seventh Uncle, why did you untie the sword like this? Don't people think that we are afraid of Daoist Wang Quan?"

Mu Hanfeng kept walking at his feet, and said indifferently:

"With a sword in your heart, what does it matter if you have a sword in your hand without a sword?"

Mu Fengliu was speechless:

"Seventh uncle, can't you talk properly? Can't you fight Jifeng with your nephew?"

Mu Hanfeng twitched the corner of his mouth and said:

"You're right, I'm really afraid."

"what?"

Mu Fengliu was stunned.

Said to be the seventh uncle, but Mu Hanfeng was only ten years older than him, but he had already condensed his energy, and he was an absolute master in the world, a genius.

Moreover, he is arrogant and dissatisfied with the older generation.

Is it so timid this time?

If you meet people, that's all, it's just a stone tablet.

On the contrary, Mu Qingliu thoughtfully inserted a sentence:

"Seventh Uncle, do you think there is another mystery to that stele?"

"good!"

Mu Hanfeng glanced at Mu Qingliu in approval:

"If what I expected is not bad, there is a divine will of the Daoist Wang Quan in the stone tablet. If you insist on walking with a sword, I am afraid that it will stimulate that divine will."

"Just for such a trivial matter, leaving a divine will?"

Mu Fengliu was a little surprised.

What is the difference between going up the mountain with or without weapons?

If you don't intend to be an enemy, you will not be an enemy with weapons. If you have intentions to be an enemy, a sword-solving stone can't stop all the enemies.

"Just like my Wanjian Villa, non-swordsmen are not allowed to enter."

Mu Hanfeng's eyes were faint:

"This is here, make the rules."

"Let the rules be..."

Mu Fengliu closed his mouth.

Wangquan Mountain is not high, only a few dozen feet. With the footsteps of a few people, it doesn't take a moment to reach the top of the mountain.

........

The three-wheeled sun hangs high in the sky, swaying golden lights, reflecting on the continuous snow field.

"Dafeng, it's been a long time in the future, I really miss it. It's been twenty years since I came here last time! Wang Quan Dao, Wang Quan Daoist, in just two years, he has gone from a dying old man to the world's best, even the red sun. They were all killed by him..."

Sheep Snake paced down the snow-covered official road.

He was tall and burly, but he was wearing a long gown like that of an accountant, which made people worry that his clothes would burst.

There was a dense mist around him, and it could be seen that his facial features were constantly changing.

Men, women, young and old, handsome and ugliness are free to change.

"The old man Hongri has been selling his old age for so many years, and he died just right. Unfortunately, his beautiful disciple, Bai Xian'er, seems to have not been seen for a long time..."

The sheep snake was talking to himself, but his footsteps were extremely fast, and several ups and downs had passed through the long official road.

Seeing the Wangquan Mountain at the end of the official road:

"I don't know if this Daoist Wang Quan can accept the next sect master's...  

Invitation! "

Amidst the whistling wind and snow, faint words drifted into the wind and snow.

......

The top of Wangquan Mountain is flat, as if it had been cut by a sword.

A brand-new Taoist temple stands at the end of the white jade-like platform.

The top of the mountain is very quiet, but it is not without people, there are many people.

Mu Hanfeng looked up.

I saw that there were no less than two thousand people on the huge platform, sitting on the left and right sides, leaving a wide gap in the middle.

Along this gap, you can see.

At the end of the road, in front of the Taoist temple, sat a Taoist man in white.

Beside him sat Wang Jianglong, the leader of the Beggar Gang, Yun Haitian, the chivalrous king of the chivalrous door, Sanyin of Huangjue Temple, and the great monk Sanmu.

And behind the Taoist, there is a door with two colors on one side, like a strange pattern surrounded by two black and white swimming fish.

The figure has never been seen before, there is black in white, and white in black, intertwined and twisted, and at a glance, there is an indescribable Taoism.

The Taoist sat in front of the strange figure, his face was calm, but his breath was heavy and deep, like a mountain like a deep sea, and like a starry sky hanging high in the sky.

At a glance, people feel at ease, and they can't help falling into silence.

He could feel that the top of this huge mountain was shrouded in an invisible aura.

In the square where thousands of people gathered, it was silent because of this man.

"Such a tyrannical will!"

Mu Hanfeng's heart was filled with awe, and a sense of reverence arose spontaneously.

Beside him, Mu Fengliu and Mu Qingliu were even more unable to stand in this invisible aura.

"Wanjian Villa came uninvited, congratulations to the Taoist priest for opening a sect!"

Mu Hanfeng took a deep breath and said loudly.

His voice was so loud that it filled the clouds for dozens of miles, and it broke the silence of the mountain.

shhhhh~

On the top of the mountain, thousands of warriors looked back together, looking at the three people, as well as Zhao Changlin, Lan Da and others who had just climbed up behind the three.

"Extreme Shenzong, congratulations to the Taoist priest for opening a sect..."

"Dragon Gate..."

"Baiyue Mountain Villa......"

"True Gang Road..."

Zhao Changlin, Lan Da and the others were also in the same heart, and immediately cupped their hands together and said aloud.

The sound of infuriating rumblings resounded through the clouds and the top of the mountain in unison with the sound of Mu Hanfeng not falling.

"The visitor is the guest."

An Qisheng raised his hand slowly, pressed it slightly, and the sound waves echoing in the sky seemed to disappear:

"Please sit down!"

An Qisheng's voice was neither high-pitched nor mighty, but calm and calm, but it suppressed the sound of the five people drumming their true energy.

The entire square instantly calmed down, without the slightest ripple.

The five looked at each other, offered gifts, and took their seats.

"The Taoist master's martial arts has become more and more divine."

Wang Jianglong couldn't help but sighed in admiration.

The sound waves are invisible, easy to suppress, but extremely difficult to eliminate. As soon as An Qisheng opened his mouth, the voices of the five people disappeared. This was the first time he had seen such a skill.

"It's just a little trick, if Brother Wang is interested, I will teach you later."

An Qisheng overlooked the entire square, his eyes deep and calm.

Wang Jianglong smiled and nodded: "To be honest, Wang is very interested."

Any martial arts is extremely precious, let alone An Qisheng's 'little skills'?

Other great masters of the divine veins may feel that it is a little difficult to ask people for advice, but he naturally does not have such thoughts.

He came from a beggar gang, what hasn't he experienced?

His Dragon Subduing Palm is based on the gathering of many martial arts in the Beggar Gang.

Yun Haitian glanced at the big sun hanging high in the sky, and slightly cupped his hands:

"Brother, everything that should come has come, it's time to start."

"not busy."

An Qisheng raised his hand slightly, and his eyes fell leisurely down the mountain:

"There is another who never came..."

"Ok?"

Yun Haitian and Wang Jianglong thought for a while, and both looked down the mountain.

Boom!

I only heard the sound waves roaring down the mountain, and it seemed that thunder was rolling down from the bottom of the mountain.

Before the sound began to fall, the hurricane had already roared, blowing all over the huge square, and more than a thousand people were hunting for it.

"Who?"

Everyone was surprised.

Looking back, I saw that at the end of the steps of the mountain road, at the edge of the mountain top, in the falling air current, a burly man in a long gown stood tall, and the constantly changing facial features turned into a rough and cold image when the air flow fell. .

And the root of the beard grows.

"The facial features are uncertain, the ever-changing devil, the sheep and snake!"

"The Lord of the Demon Sect of Hell, the master of the divine veins, the sheep snake?!"

"The people from the Six Prison Demon Sect are here too?"

The square burst into exclamations ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Many people recognized the identity of the sheep snake.

Some people subconsciously wanted to draw out their swords, and they screamed badly after feeling the air. Many of them came to Nanliang County early, and they knew the existence of Jiejian Stone, so they didn't bring swordsmen here at all.

"Royal Daoist?"

The sheep snake stood coldly, his arms drooped, and a seven-foot-long machete appeared in his palm:

"I heard that you have erected a sword-solving stone at the foot of the mountain. It doesn't seem to make any sense..."

His voice was neither high nor low, but the sarcasm in it was palpable.

Before the mountain gate, I don't know how many people secretly changed color.

"Let you go up the mountain with a knife..."

An Qisheng rested his hands on the Taishi chair, and his expression was calm with a hint of coldness:

"I'm afraid you won't be convinced enough to die!"