Chapter 595

The river wind on the bank was bitter, and deep black reefs were dotted in the river water. The strange rocks were jagged, and the water flow swirled, either steady or turbulent. Occasionally there were calm bends in the water surface, reflecting the scenery in the sky. In the deep night mist, there was only one point of brightness.

The man in white-gold armor rose into the high sky, like a white star in the dim night, shining brightly. The group of cultivators in the north hesitated for a moment and then looked up one after another.

"Li Xuanfeng of Bianyan..."

Among the group of cultivators, it was not that there were no experts among the loose cultivators and clan cultivators, but they were all silent and dormant, quietly waiting for something. Everything along the north and south of the river became strangely quiet, leaving only the sound of the surging river water.

Seeing Si Yuanli was also a decisive person. After making the decision, he immediately changed his mindset, as if he had let out a sigh of relief. His sword energy was very ethereal, and he stood beside Li Xuanfeng, observing carefully.

The number of cultivators on the north bank was large, but they were clearly divided into several factions. Several Buddhist cultivators gradually arrived, staying motionless at the back. In the front were the clan cultivators and loose cultivators conscripted from the northern counties. Within a single clan, immortal, Buddhist, and demonic were often mixed, which was very complicated.

And the loose cultivators and small-temple cultivators were obviously much purer. They either purely cultivated the Purple Gold Dao or the Demonic Dao, or they took both—anyway, they were all Demonic Dao, and there was no conflict. Mixed with demonic cultivators from all over the world and even overseas who came to fish for profit, it was a mess.

Seeing Si Yuanli watched for a while and vaguely saw some Zhao state flags, but he didn't feel strange. The Zhao court had become a puppet of the Buddhist Dao, but it was not as nominal as Wu Yue. The Buddhist Dao conscripted cultivators through the Zhao court, which also looked better in name. He turned to Li Qinghong and whispered: "The Buddhist cultivators of the Kongwu, Beimin, and Shanle paths are gradually arriving. The north bank is not as chaotic and leaderless as before. The Buddhist cultivators like to seize the luck and destiny of this north-south struggle, so they will definitely not give up sloppily. We still need to keep our spirits up."

"Boom!"

Just as his voice fell, the thunder in the clouds rang twice, and dim dark smoke clouds rose. Li Xuanfeng stood in the air, stepping on golden light and holding his bow. The group of cultivators in front was stopped by his shout. After more than ten breaths, they slowly pressed over again.

White-gold brilliance rippled in the air, and streaks of bright radiance burst out from it, piercing into the night on the opposite bank. The man loosened the string and took out a scroll from his waist.

This scroll was not large and looked ordinary, but now all the eyes from the north and south were focused on him alone. The scorching gazes all stopped on the scroll, whether probing or suspicious. Everyone's pupils moved with that spirit tool.

Li Xuanfeng's gaze also stayed on this spirit tool. Spiritual sense and magic power were poured into it, and the ivory-colored white hook belt untied itself. The long painting scroll immediately fell, drifting a sheet of white in the air.

Li Xuanfeng personally held the painting scroll and saw the content at a glance. It was a long map of the Jianghuai region, stretching for ten thousand miles. The scenery on both banks was rich, and the flying insects, birds, and beasts were lifelike. It was much longer than the river under his feet, winding and turning, all the way to the East Sea.

His gaze moved along the painting scroll and landed on the tail inscription:

"Jianghuai Map, Cui Yan of Boye, 317th Year of Zhenghe."

As soon as this painting scroll was opened, countless red streams of light gushed out from it, like fireflies flying and jumping in the air. Li Xuanfeng's voice was slightly hoarse, clanging and powerful:

"Shangyao Xuanji, Jianghuai Yuyang..."

His voice had only just come out when it was immediately sucked into the painting scroll. The sky suddenly became bright, and the clouds turned into brilliant golden yellow, and bright light fell from the sky.

Li Ximing below slowly widened his pupils. The immortal foundation in his body seemed to have been mobilized by something, emitting bursts of roaring sounds. He saw a piece of brilliant radiance reflected in his eyes and muttered:

"Mingyang..."

Amidst the attention of ten thousand people, a golden light flew out from the painting scroll and descended from the sky. Brilliant color appeared under Li Xuanfeng's feet, and the great river had turned into bright gold, clear and transparent.

This bright river water continued to surge forward, and a shadow vaguely appeared below. After only one breath, a towering pass appeared, breaking the water surface and rushing into the sky.

This pass was endless, with complex and bright patterns. The white bricks were exquisitely fitted. Although they had some jade-like color, they were even brighter, presenting an ancient and generous color, rising along the river flow and flying all the way to the sky.

"Splash!"

The heads of the cultivators slowly raised with their line of sight. The golden river water flowed down from the pass, like countless golden waterfalls, dazzling and piercing to the eyes.

"Ancient spirit tool... 【Jianghuai Map】"

A voice in the north muttered, echoing among the group of cultivators, appearing particularly harsh in the quiet environment.

The sky dimmed again. The man in white-gold armor stood on the hundred-zhang mysterious pass that separated the north and south, like an ancient immortal general. The white phantom colors behind him transformed into circles of halos, illuminating his side with brightness.

Various mysterious thoughts rose in Li Xuanfeng's mind. Both immortal foundations received some kind of blessing, and thick magic power rippled out, allowing him to float lightly in the air. The 【Heavenly Jin Jia】 blessed on his body was even more obvious, domineering and mighty, and the white-gold radiance was dazzling.

"Hum."

He raised his bow, and a mysterious arrow immediately fell on the string. Sharp radiance began to appear on the bow, and strong gang energy spread behind him, dragging out streaks of golden light, making his face flicker between light and dark.

"Whew..."

Golden brilliance flashed in the air, and all the Foundation Establishment cultivators felt a great sense of alarm in their hearts, hurriedly and panic-strickenly casting up their magic treasures. For a time, the group of cultivators on the bank stopped, and magic treasures of various colors rose, red, orange, yellow, green, and blue, a piece of brightness.

"Bang!"

The head of a middle-aged cultivator at the very front of the north bank exploded with a bang. The magic treasure in his hand was torn to pieces like thin paper, falling like rain. The explosive magic light and gang energy impacted, emitting a violent roaring sound:

"Boom!"

The surrounding group of cultivators retreated one after another, falling like rain. This person actually didn't even take a single move and was shot and killed on the spot, leaving only a touch of red halo rushing into the sky, transforming into blood light like clouds.

"Vision... this is dead through and through!"

The old cultivator beside him turned pale and trembled, horrified: "Chunyu Bei is dead... even if he had injuries on his body, this was only one arrow! Is there no reason at all!"

"We are at least masters of various counties, but in front of this person, we are like chickens and dogs... what else is there to fight!"

The group of cultivators didn't even have time to mourn before the panicked howling sound rose in their ears again. The cold man had five more arrows in his hand. The Qi Condensation, Qi Refining, monks, and nuns at the bottom couldn't see the situation clearly and rushed forward, but all the Foundation Establishment cultivators retreated a step together.

"Not good!"

"Boom!"

Thick golden light exploded everywhere. The old Daoist didn't have time to observe which ones had died again, but saw several black escape lights flying away for their lives. Li Xuanfeng exhaled slightly, and five more arrows actually appeared on the string.

The old Daoist suddenly felt his neck go cold, retreated a step, and was horrified:

"Why hasn't anyone stood out yet? Don't tell me you want us to die!"

In an instant, the north bank was terrified. The small cultivators on the ground also looked up, and the Foundation Establishment escape lights appeared and disappeared, actually showing signs of collapse.

On the other hand, on the south bank, the group of large and small cultivators were also terrified, looking up at Li Xuanfeng in the air one after another, with joy appearing on their faces, flying onto the pass one by one, each holding their magic treasures.

Li Xuanfeng's body was bright and shining, and the arrows in his hand moved slightly. The north finally couldn't hold on. A monk flew out from the back, driving the wind. His muscles were strong, his eyes were wide with anger, and he shouted: "Little demon, how dare you be presumptuous!"

This monk changed his usual appearance of having few Buddhist magic treasures. Not only did he step on a golden cloud under his feet, but he also held a crescent shovel in his hand, full of bright patterns, which was quite luxurious.

He had just driven the wind up when someone followed immediately behind. It was a tall, thin monk with a face full of smiles. His left hand was placed flat on his chest, and his thumb and index finger were pinching a golden ring. He didn't say a word and followed silently.

Li Xuanfeng was blessed by the spirit tool under his feet, and the bright light on his body extended with his every move. Not only did it bless his physique and magic power, but it also allowed his spiritual sense to cover the entire river bank. He just looked coldly and plucked the string, golden streams of light flowing past both sides of his cheeks.

"Hum!"

Although the two monks called him a demon, they were not careless in their actions. Their expressions immediately became solemn, and the tall, thin monk behind had a stiff smile on his face, casting the golden ring in his hand as if facing a great enemy.

This golden ring rolled and grew larger in mid-air, revealing the dense patterns on the ring, gushing out misty golden light, suddenly capturing something golden and vast. The tall, thin monk was overjoyed and ordered:

"Receive!"

The river bank immediately rang with dense metallic collision sounds, making people's ears numb. The tall, thin monk faced a great enemy, and the strong monk hurriedly waved his magic treasure forward, wanting to strike Li Xuanfeng.

After the obstruction of these two monks, the Foundation Establishment cultivators at the back finally approached the river bank, and the north and south cultivators immediately fought, countless brilliance rising in the sky, emitting bursts of roaring sounds.

Li Xuanfeng's arrow was blocked, but there was no change in his expression. He was famous, and the north naturally would specifically send magic treasures and cultivators to target him, which was not unexpected.

"Seeking death."

This tall, thin monk's strength was not strong, and one could see at a glance that he was a pawn used for probing, only his magic treasure was a bit strange. He stepped with his mysterious boots and just raised the string with a cold smile: "Hit!"

The golden-red arrow in his hand disappeared instantly, and a piece of golden-red brilliance exploded in the sky. The golden ring seemed to have been fiercely struck head-on, its magic power dissipated and turned into its original form, flying backward. The tall, thin monk first spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes reflecting the golden-red brilliance.

"Bang!"

Li Xuanfeng's full-strength strike under the blessing of the Early Zifu spirit tool had already exceeded the arrow he shot at Tang Shedu back then. The upper body of this tall, thin monk was immediately torn to pieces, and the lower body remained for a moment before being immediately torn away by the gang energy, leaving only a streak of golden light turning north to be reincarnated.

The strong monk then rushed to his front, full of golden runes floating on his body, and the crescent shovel fell like a meteor from the sky, bringing a piece of golden brilliance to strike.

"Boom!"

The golden brilliance scattered, but a large hand covered in gold-white armor scales held this magic treasure, steadily placing it in his palm. The gold-white patterns on the man's face intertwined with bright light, rendering his originally fierce brows and eyes with deep majesty.

"Relying on you?"

His lips and teeth opened and closed, spitting out cold and clanging words, stubbornly restraining this monk from retreating, echoing in the air like thunder: "Since Tang Shedu rebelled and established Eyed Lianmin, killing me in the north-south situation must also be a good opportunity..."

The circles of bright light behind this man rippled, the golden armor was brilliant, the patterns on his face were majestic, one hand was placed flat in front of him, casually holding the magic treasure of the strong monk in front of him, and his eyes, which lit up with golden light, were cast toward the north.

"All come out!"

This voice rolled like thunder, rippling in the clouds, causing everyone to look sideways.

Figures appeared around him, either holding guns or sticks, or holding bottles or rings, with compassionate golden bodies on their faces and indestructible Vajra bodies on their bodies, scattered, standing in the air, about a dozen of them, their gazes piercing toward him coldly together.

Their voices resonated in the air, whether male or female, like ten thousand people singing together:

"Bold demon!"

The young man in black appeared from the black smoke, holding the talisman tightly, piercing into the group of cultivators on the north bank, going deep into the north, and landing on a small mountain in the north.

A big fat monk came face to face, wearing a cassock, and smiled when he saw him, only saying: "Fellow Daoist Yu!"

"Dharma Master Xuwang."

Yu Jiang responded casually, his face calm and composed, but his heart was a bit absent-minded. He raised his eyebrows and said: "Why are there so many immortals and demons under the Buddhist Dao?"

"Eh..."

Xuwang laughed twice and replied: "What kind of talk is this? My Righteous Sect is the most magnanimous and treats everyone equally. How can there be a reason to force immortals and demons and not allow other lineages? After all, Fellow Daoist is in the South Sea, only hearing that Great Zhao is a country of Buddhist affairs, so you took it for granted..."

He said solemnly:

"Although my Great Zhao worships Buddhism, there are also many people of the immortal and demonic paths. In the county city, they follow my Buddhist Dao, but in the county surroundings and suburban mountain ranges, my Buddhist cultivators will never touch them, leaving them only for those with predestined affinity..."

While he was saying this, he brought him to the top of the mountain. Several people were already sitting in the great hall on the top of the mountain. One of them was in Daoist robes, with a gloomy face. Hearing this from far away, he sneered: "Isn't that so! Without demonic cultivators, what would they believe in! The common people are smart! It's just that the more the demonic cultivators ravage, the more sincere they believe! Haven't you heard that under the Buddhist mountain is hell?"

He peeked slightly, recognized Yu Jiang, his tone softened a little, and said casually: "Fellow Daoist comes from Danrong Wu Luo in the South Sea, which is the place where the World Honored One attained the Dao. Now there are the most demonic cultivators, is that so or not?"

These words fell into Xuwang's ears, but the fat-headed and big-eared monk was not angry, only laughing: "What kind of talk is this? We respect other Daos and do not interfere with the cultivators in the mountains. They cultivate and cultivate until they enter the demonic path, eating people and drinking blood, causing the common people to fear, and finally they are killed by us, which is achieving our merit."

The man in Daoist robes sneered, but couldn't say anything. Yu Jiang turned his eyes to look. On the other side, there was also an effeminate man, wearing a python robe, saying nothing, drinking tea by himself.

Yu Jiang sat on the side, understanding the intention of the other party inviting him, but still said coldly: "Dharma Master, you are so eager to invite me, what is the important matter?"

Xuwang laughed, whispered: "The various Maha Eyed Lianmin have lost contact, which is the time for us to guess the Venerable's intention... Fellow Daoist Yu can still contact Gao Xiu, can you give us some pointers?"

"What pointers are there to give!"

Yu Jiang understood his meaning but deliberately didn't point it out, wanting to inquire about more news. Instead, he stood up, pointed to the south, and said coldly: "Can't you see the appearance of the south? Invite me to break the Early Zifu spirit tool? That is too high an opinion of me! This matter is troublesome, please invite someone else!"

"Not so! Not so!"

The fat-headed and big-eared monk shook his head repeatedly and laughed: "The situation is changing, how can the layout remain unchanged?"

"That fierce person in the south..."

The monk laughed and replied:

"Of course, it is the opportunity for my Dao's brothers, no need for Fellow Daoists to manage!"

Yu Jiang's heart jumped when he heard this, but he saw the monk pointing to the north, a smile appearing on his face, and whispered: "Fellow Daoist has a grudge against Qingchi, is that so or not? The great array of Bianyan Mountain, only Fellow Daoist can break it quickly!"