Chapter 927: Lord Murong

Dajiang, the waves are surging, the North Bank is bright and brilliant, rows of monks stand quietly, and golden bodies are vaguely visible in the clouds, with different shapes and appearances, varying according to cultivation and rank, flickering in the sky. At the highest point, a piece of red True Fire is surging continuously, gathering into a long arch bridge, spirit fire rising, climbing up both sides of the arch bridge, and condensing into a pavilion on the bridge tower in the center of the bridge, divided into six corners, with red flames rolling.

A long-faced man in golden clothes is sitting in the pavilion, leaning against the table, his two hands placed together, his right hand loosely holding a pair of jade chopsticks, flipping the four small dishes on the table back and forth.

Soldiers in armor are kneeling on both sides of the arch bridge, but they are not living people, purely supported by scorching fire, vividly like fire armor hanging in the air, with golden fire eyes hidden under the armor, looking gloomy.

After waiting for a moment, a person came from the mountain, tall and thick, with a waist as thick as a barrel, full of messy hair, and purple-black cheeks. He walked in without hesitation and sat down in front of him.

That thick and fat finger flicked, turned into a pair of silver chopsticks, and immediately went to the dish to clip, disturbing the long-faced man's color, slapped the chopsticks down, and scolded:

"What a barbarian habit!"

"Why?"

This thick-waisted strong man gave him a horizontal look without hesitation, and replied:

"Are you not a barbarian? Or am I not a barbarian?"

This sentence immediately blocked the thin-faced man's mouth. He 'hey' and replied:

"Now I am also the master of the center of the world. There are not a few handsome men in the Lord Murong family. How did you, Lord Murong Yan, come out as such a clumsy and dirty person! It's a waste of this name. Coming to the South, I still have to be talked about... mentioning the past of the Northern Di."

The thick-waisted strong man sneered:

"Jiangnan is also half of the world. It was not necessarily worse than the North back then. In the past, when True Person Behind Shangyuan traveled North and Senior Duanmu Kui did domineering things, did anyone squeak? Even Jiang Jiang Boqing dared to tease the princes... What kind of decency do you have to say?"

Behind Shangyuan has become a True Lord now, and the two of them only have to mention 【Northern Tour】, and they are much less polite to Senior Duanmu Kui. The two of them quarreled, but they were not shallow in private. Lord Murong Yan clipped two chopsticks of vegetables and just said:

"Bai Lin is on the opposite bank. If Fellow Daoist Yingge can't put down his face, is afraid, let me try him again."

"It's not that I'm afraid of him."

Shilou Yingge narrowed his eyes slightly, and was not easily provoked by the other party's language. His tone was flat:

"'Mingyang' is a Dao lineage that likes greatness and power. The strong get stronger, the weak get weaker. He doesn't say that he has all five methods. Even if he encounters Can Zi and gets a little bit of success, let alone me, even 【Qi Qi Lanyan】 would have to deliberate when he arrives here..."

"As for now... just broke through the Early Zifu, life is not complete. To put it bluntly, it is just a Early Zifu early stage with some divine wonders. You alone can suppress him enough, let alone adding me."

Lord Murong Yan laughed, his face full of flesh squeezed together, and replied:

"You calculated this well. I heard about him a few days ago, and I was still a bit disdainful... saying that he has a fate, and Mingyang has been tossed into this appearance, how much blessing can he have... It's not that if you have a fate, you don't need to practice any secret methods or techniques... The Wei Di suppresses the world not by fate... None of the Wei Crown Princes back then could say that they suppressed their peers, let alone today?"

"It's just that I heard that the genius of the Tiefo Kingdom, Helian Helian Wumeng who has risen in recent years, fought with him. Taking advantage of the fact that he had no spirit weapon in his hand, he still couldn't easily take him down... That's why I looked at him more."

He, Lord Murong Yan, is also a genius of the Lord Murong family, and the territory of the North is vast, and the population is much larger than that of the South. Various royal families, imperial descendants, and immortal descendants gather here, and intermarry, and the bloodline is widely distributed. Being able to kill out from the crowd and finally achieve the Early Zifu is also a first-class character.

What is even more rare is that the Northern Dao lineage occupies the rich heritage left by many heavenly dynasties, immortal sects, and immortal gates that were destroyed back then. Whether it is spirit objects or bloodlines, how can it be compared to the disciples gathered by the Sun Dao lineage who went to the South and developed barbarians? If it weren't for the Sun Dao lineage having the background of Qing Song Temple, and relying on the relationship of the ancestors to get a few magic treasures and spirit treasures, and the North not being united, they wouldn't have been tossed like this for so many years.

North-South war and friction for so many years, to put it bluntly, the North has always been a few Buddhist cultivators who saw the benefits and went South alone, and there were few Early Zifu wars. Even the people used were most of the loose cultivators in the territory, but they were able to force almost all the Dao lineages of the Yue State to unite, which already had a considerable strength gap...

'Except for the Yu Zhen Position, Senior Duanmu Kui and those non-human existences... the various True Lords of Qingchi Sanyuan and Two Purple are all passable. As for today... there are really few in the South worth seeing!'

Shilou Yingge stopped moving chopsticks, just drank and drank, and replied: "Helian Helian Wumeng is a genius, but he is also not yet fledged. When he crosses the immortal threshold one day, puts on the 【Great Xia Ying Copper Armor】, picks up the 【Ten Thousand Cities Imperial Defense】, and swallows the 【Chi Iron Pill】 refined by Helian Fan, I am afraid that only that little son of the Tuoba family can compare with him. By then, you and I... are not as good as him."

He said this, making Lord Murong Yan's eyes widen, but the reputation of these spirit treasures was great, and after this remark, he really couldn't say much, so he could only narrow his eyes, the fierce color faded, and said coldly:

"His ancestors were heroic, but now he is down and out, and there is no genius of the same rank to share spirit objects with him... If the many treasures of my Lord Murong family were held by one person, who could stop it?"

"This is meaningless!"

Shilou Yingge shook his head and said:

"If you talk about this, why don't you say that you were born in the Lord Murong family, not in the family of ordinary people and tenant farmers? Furthermore, your Lord Murong family can be so glorious, it is the grace of Emperor Brother Xuan, which cannot be compared with his family at all!"

His Lord Murong family was one of the biggest beneficiaries among the Northern Di. They were defeated by the father Qi family in the Heavenly Dynasty struggle back then, and were originally in danger, and were even more at a loss in the Three Religions Rebellion... Fortunately, the mandate of heaven was restored, and there was an Emperor Brother Xuan, Lord Murong Hu Jie.

This emperor took the order in a time of crisis, first used force to suppress the three religions, and then passed the edict: "Buddhists, follow the order to practice and prove the skills, it is the Great Dao. Demons, keep the nature and practice techniques... Immortals, practice the method of repairing divine ability, return to the origin, and do not lose the position."

This edict is called 【Zhongxuan Emperor Edict】, defining immortals and demons as high-level techniques, and Buddhist cultivators as 【practicing and proving skills】, turning to worship 【Compassion Dao】.

Since then, the order of the Yan State Dao lineage has been clear. Those with good talent practice immortals and demons. When their longevity is exhausted and they have certain divine abilities, they can turn to invest in Compassion Dao. Although they cannot succeed every time, they have gained a lot, and the experience accumulated is becoming more and more rich.

Once the Buddhist Dao becomes a Early Zifu, the Dao path of the different mansion cultivators, the contradiction is quickly eased—after all, no matter how harsh it is, no one minds having an extra way out when they have to. Compassion Dao also takes 【Great Belly Can Contain】 as the doctrine, achieving each other, and since then it has been out of control. The speed of the expansion of the Buddhist land is extremely fast, and it has become more and more magical in its own path, faintly competing for the head of the seven phases.

Although because of excessive expansion, the competition in the Buddhist land is fierce, not as stable as other six phases, and it is difficult to change in a hundred years, the Lord Murong family has gained blessings from misfortune, step by step to the peak. Now there are achievements in the three paths of demons, Buddhism, and immortals, and the demons and Buddhism complement each other. Lord Murong Yan naturally has the qualifications to say this.

He turned and said:

"Helian Helian Wumeng went deep into the hinterland, and will definitely not use his full strength. His Tiefo Kingdom ranks last among the princes, and he dare not act rashly. I said early that he is not yet fledged, and it is normal to fight a tie."

"You are now worry-free, just fight him! Your divine ability is wider than his, and you have more spirit weapons. I heard that he doesn't even have a handy weapon, just pay attention... The situation is unclear, you and I are just testing, don't have killing intent, and don't chase too deep."

He said faintly: "Helian Helian Wumeng has arrived at Xuanmiao Temple, testing that Zhu Gong from the Xuanmiao Temple area... Don't say she is injured, even if she is safe and sound, she can't take any advantage in front of Helian Helian Wumeng. Yi Shu... Ting Lan will definitely come."

He mentioned True Person Ting Lan, and his gaze was a bit complex. After all, she was also a Qi person, and they knew each other early on... At this moment, he just passed by lightly, and replied: "Although so, I still have to press the formation for you to prevent the remnants of the Sun Dao lineage from using any tricks."

Lord Murong Yan's expression did not change, and he nodded: "The troops of the various Daos have not arrived, just test the water first."

He turned into magic smoke and dissipated, leaving Shilou Yingge sitting alone in the pavilion, his expression gradually becoming flat.

'Mount Luoxia's appearance of letting go and not caring, the attitude is really ambiguous... Although Lord Murong Yan said that the Wu Guang Dao lineage didn't want to be passive... but no matter how you look at it, there is a bit of disdain.'

'And the interests in the North are intertwined, and it is even more chaotic. Even if a consensus is reached... in the end, there is a lot of room for operation... Li Li Qianyuan's matter, the various forces hold different attitudes, some are aggressive, some are moderate, and even one side is slightly favorable... but delaying the fall of the Wei Di is something everyone secretly agrees with... If the Wu Guang Dao lineage keeps ignoring it, the various families are not just squeezing benefits...'

He raised his cup, and he didn't seem to have much resentment towards the Li family on the opposite bank of the river, nor did he have the appearance of insisting on restoring the Shilou in the rumors. All his actions seemed to be just a political stance, and there was only faint coldness in his eyes:

'The King doesn't care... but I can't not care. The future of the Gao family is in our hands... Now even the Cui family is protecting themselves wisely. Continuing to stubbornly insist on the so-called ancestral grace will inevitably push my Gao family into the abyss...'

'The Gao family has already lost once in the troubled times at the end of the Liang Dynasty... leaving only some superficial brilliance... If we lose this time... the Gao clan will not exist!'

Dajiang.

The gloomy magic energy constantly emerged in the air, turning into pieces of cold wind. The thick-waisted strong man appeared, just paused slightly, and this magic energy changed into a bright and clean armor that shone with light, hanging on his body one by one.

But his expression did not have the excitement of being about to fight, and the eyes between the horizontal meat did not have the previous presumptuousness and recklessness, but were as calm as water, full of meticulous thoughts.

'What a rare good opportunity...'

He just stood above the river water, the rolling magic energy mixed with colorless and hazy brilliance circling around his body, rushing into the sky, dyeing the sky in the North into a light gray color rapidly.

There was a sky-shaking shout below, but Lord Murong Yan's gaze stared straight ahead.

Almost in an instant, the man in golden scale armor with the 【Huayang King Axe】 hanging from his waist had stood on the cliff mountain standing on the river bank, looking from afar, and those golden pupils pierced over, making Lord Murong Yan clearly have a smile.

The rolling magic smoke on the river bank was getting more and more prosperous. He didn't say much, slowly raised his hand, and took out a long weapon from the Great Void.

This thing looked like a sword, but the sword handle in the shape of an iron dragon opening its mouth was a whole round iron pillar, spliced like white bones, about four feet long, longer than an ordinary treasure sword.

Just waited for a moment, his figure had disappeared from the spot, the rolling magic smoke on the river bank responded like a tide, whistling, and the sound like a thunderclap exploded in mid-air: "Lord Murong Yan of the Yan State, come to ask for advice!"

At the same time, the invisible hazy water had quickly gathered, covering the vast brilliance like a water curtain in the sky, flickering.

Divine ability 'Ning Ning Wuchen'! Lord Murong Yan was by no means a good kind. Even if he estimated that the opponent was not his opponent, he had one more divine ability than the opponent. Since there was no certainty of absolute crushing, he was not polite at all when he came up. While the spirit weapon attacked, the rolling divine ability also shrouded it in an instant.

The brilliance between heaven and earth dimmed in an instant, and the troops on both banks raised their heads thoughtfully. Although the sun was bright and the sun was bright between heaven and earth, the dazzling brilliance could not reach the earth, and both banks were dim.

This dimness was not like darkness. Although it was gray, everything could be seen, but the colors were no longer bright, and they were dim and lusterless.

Only the golden pupils on the cliff were still bright.

Li Li Zhouwei had the deepest realization amidst the divine abilities. In this instant when the opponent unleashed their full power, the water vapor rushing toward his face made everything clear: "'Mother Pin Shui'... it is the Mother Pin Shui divine ability."

Amidst the dimness, the various divine abilities and spiritual power within Li Li Zhouwei's body became sluggish. Mother Pin Shui is a path of manifesting the world, and since the opponent was a direct descendant of the Lord Murong family's Early Zifu, this divine ability's blockade and influence seized the initiative!

The golden-eyed man's attempt to invoke his divine ability was momentarily slowed. Lord Murong Yan's spiritual tool had already reached his face. The strange-looking iron object, carrying rolling demonic smoke, rushed toward him. Li Li Zhouwei only had time to turn slightly and step back.

Lord Murong Yan was not surprised. His "Ning Ning Wuchen" was a divine ability that occupied the initiative, and the more one fell into his rhythm, the more effective the influence of this divine ability became! The spiritual tool in his hand did not miss; it merely shifted slightly. Not only did Li Li Zhouwei trade retreat for reaction time, but Lord Murong Yan's other hand immediately began to pinch a spell! However, in this instant, Li Li Zhouwei had already stopped his retreat, raised his hand, and a large hand passed through the rolling demonic wind, swift as thunder, actually reaching out to grab his neck.

'So bold! My demon body, how can I be willing to exchange injuries with you!'

His eyes changed color, the magic technique in his hand stagnated, and he immediately turned his palm to catch it, the divine ability urged more fiercely, but saw the man in front had already raised his other hand, using his wrist to block in front of his spirit weapon, the sleeve armor was bright, and there was an inconspicuous golden ring on his wrist.

He did not use the magic treasure, just met it with the 【Ganyang Bracelet】 body! "Boom!"

A dull spirit weapon collision sound rang out, a bit of light with sparks shot out, this magic treasure was stimulated, releasing ten thousand feet of brilliance, everything dark suddenly brightened, and the solidified sky light finally resumed flowing.

Li Li Zhouwei's figure dispersed and then reformed, close at hand. The demonic wind blowing toward him dissipated on its own upon his Dharma body. A bright light had already lit up between his brows.

Lord Murong Yan did not stop at all, and had no surprise, staring straight at those golden pupils, the rolling magic wind blowing on his face, and the hissing sound came from his lips and tongue, vaguely seeing strange things moving inside.

'Chi!'

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Li Li Zhouwei 【Early Zifu Early Stage】

Lord Murong Yan 【Early Zifu Early Stage】 ===== CHAPTER 928 =====