Near the foot of Tiecheng Mountain, there is a large desert covered with sand and gravel, with only sparse wormwood growing on it.

In addition, there are bloodstains everywhere, as if bloody roses are blooming everywhere on the ground.

The monks from Kunlun Taiqing Sect and Shura Dao were fighting each other above this desert.

Since most cultivators tend to have strong spears but weak shields and possess far more offensive means than defensive means, the outcome of a battle is basically decided in a few breaths.

The body of the loser will often be quickly snatched back by the main formation at the rear. In most cases, as long as they can hold on to their last breath on the spot, they can mostly be rescued later... Of course, if the dantian is pierced, the top of the head is smashed, or if there is something fatal to the cultivator, the chance of survival is very slim.

Above the desert is a protruding cliff of Tiecheng Mountain. There are foreign monks who have been monitoring the area below on the cliff for a long time. If any Kunlun monks come to fight, they will immediately wave the flag and ask the sect to send corresponding personnel down the mountain to fight.

The command flag has five colors: white, yellow, blue, red and black, symbolizing the increasing level of urgency.

When a Jindan Kunlun monk challenges for the first time, he will wave a white flag. If he kills two Shura Dao monks in a row, he will wave a yellow flag, and the one who comes down is a powerful Jindan monk.

The mechanism of the blue flag and the red flag is the same, but it corresponds to the Nascent Soul cultivators. As for the black flag, everyone knows it, so it’s better not to talk about it.

It is said that the foreign monk stationed on the cliff today is named "Guolimao". He is an ordinary monk who has not yet produced sarira (golden elixir).

Seeing someone coming towards him with a sword below, he stretched out his hand and pressed the Buddha statue next to him, injecting his true energy into it.

I saw the jewel inlaid on the Buddha's forehead emitting brilliant light, shining on the visitor from the desert below.

After a moment, the orb suddenly turned golden.

The golden color indicates that the person coming is a Jindan cultivator who has not yet formed a Nascent Soul.

Guolimao then skillfully picked up the white flag and waved it.

After shaking it a few times, I heard the monk at the foot of the mountain say loudly:

"I am the True Man Chang Geng from Kunlun Taiqing Sect. I have come to ask for advice on the power of Shura Dao!"

Chang Geng Zhenren? Guo Limao was still waving the white flag, thinking that he seemed to have heard this name somewhere before...

Isn’t he the world-famous first-grade golden elixir from Kunlun, the one with a clear mind of Taoism?

He quickly thrust the white flag aside, then pulled out the yellow flag and waved it vigorously.

What a joke, if Chang Geng Zhenren, who has achieved the first-grade golden elixir, comes here, how can an ordinary relic monk be able to defeat him?

Let’s not talk about Guolimao’s psychological activities for now, but let’s say that higher up in Tiecheng Mountain, there is the headquarters of the Shura Dao sect.

Both the temple and the pagoda were built with stones mined from the depths of Tiecheng Mountain. Because the stones were rich in magnetite, the walls of the buildings were all black, with many blood-stained patterns, giving people a certain austere and cold feeling.

In the open space in front of the mountain gate, the foreign monks on duty today were resting. When the flags were waved at the foot of the mountain, they would send people down to fight.

Seeing Guolimao waving a white flag, someone asked:

"White Flag...Whose turn is it today?"

"Zhucuo." The foreign monk next to him answered.

The monk named Zhucuo stood up, activated his magic weapon, and flew down the mountain.

After a while, the yellow flag was seen waving again at the foot of the mountain.

"Zhucuo was killed by Kunlun dog?" All the foreign monks present were shocked.

"No!" A monk suddenly said, "Look, Junior Brother Zhucuo is still flying down the mountain."

So everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Zhucuo's strength is not the strongest among everyone, he has the ability to protect himself.

If we are defeated within a few breaths, then the opponent must be a tough one, and we must quickly call our brothers over.

Then why did they wave the white flag and then the yellow flag... Oh, I guess it's because Kunlun sent out two people this time, one of whom I have never seen before, and the other is very powerful.

"I'll go." The young man named Tashi stood up.

Although this person looks like an innocent boy, his inner strength is the strongest among all the monks present. It is said that because of his innocent appearance, he was valued by a great monk in the sect, so he was given all kinds of spiritual resources and his cultivation progressed at a very fast speed.

Although the other foreign monks secretly despised this senior brother, they did not dare to offend him too much in public. They just flattered him repeatedly:

"Brother Zhaxi will take action, and that Kunlun dog will never return!"

But below, Qiu Changtian was standing on the Jade Dragon Sword, holding the Tianyuan Yiqi Sword in front of him, with the Taiyi Fenguang Sword on his back, and standing calmly in the air.

Then he saw a foreign monk coming with a flying bowl, chanting the Buddha's name and asking:

"I am a poor monk, Zhucuo. May I ask your name?"

"I am Kunlun Changgeng." Qiu Changtian said lightly.

Zhucuo was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then cold sweat broke out on his smooth forehead.

Who doesn't know Kunlun Changgeng? When he first formed the first-grade golden elixir, Kunlun Yuxu Palace publicly held a ceremony to worship his ancestors, and at the same time announced it to the world, and specially notified all the great powers to show off...

Thinking of this, Zhucuo's 70% fighting spirit was gone by 40%, and the remaining 30% had turned into the urge to urinate - was it too late to say that he needed to go to the bathroom?

Before he could open his mouth tremblingly, he saw Zhaxi also flying down on his sword.

"You are the Kunlun Challenger... Hey, why is there only one of you?" Tashi said quickly with an innocent smile but a hint of arrogance in his tone, "In that case, let's end this quickly."

"Brother Zhaxi!" Zhucuo hurriedly reminded in a low voice, "This person is..."

"No matter who he is!" Zhaxi waved his long sleeves, "You step back and watch me kill this man!"

After saying that, he threw something out from his sleeve. It was a pair of golden bronze blade wheels. They were shining with cold light and full of murderous aura. They went towards Qiu Changtian's head.

The so-called knife wheel is a magical weapon unique to Shura Dao. It looks like an iron ring in appearance, but has a sharp blade on the inner side.

When facing a battle, you would sacrifice it and throw it into the air. It would then fly towards the enemy, wrap itself around the neck, and then turn around and its head would fall off.

Moreover, the flying trajectory of this knife wheel is extremely strange, and is completely different from the ordinary flying sword path. Therefore, if an inexperienced cultivator encounters this strange magic weapon, he will often suffer a great loss.

But who is Qiu Changtian? After practicing swordsmanship for a hundred years in Shushan, his swordsmanship attainments have long been outstanding. He pointed his finger and the Tianyuan Yiqi sword shot out, hitting the spinning knife wheel.

The more powerful the true energy injected into the Tianyuan Yiqi Sword, the greater its power. With the true energy strength of a first-grade golden elixir, the killing force on it was enough to split mountains and crack rocks, and it immediately cut the knife wheel into two pieces and dropped them to the ground.

Zhaxi was stunned for a moment, then his eyes were bloodshot and he roared:

"You...how dare you destroy what my godfather gave me?!"

Qiu Changtian:?

Wait, are we fighting each other? What the hell are you talking about?

Looking at Zhaxi on the opposite side, he was obviously furious, his face was red, he made a series of hand gestures, and suddenly opened his mouth and spewed out a large flame.

The flames were not like ordinary fires. The deep red color inside was like cinnabar. It seemed that some kind of fire poison was refined in it, and it was extremely vicious.

If an ordinary cultivator were to come into contact with this poisonous fire, his limbs and meridians would immediately burst, and the poisonous fire would attack his heart, which would be incurable by any medicine.

However, for some reason, Qiu Changtian has extremely rich experience in dealing with fire-based Taoism.

At that moment, he just tapped his toes, and the Jade Dragon Sword immediately moved sideways more than ten feet to avoid the spray of cinnabar poisonous fire. He snapped his fingers, and green lightning flew out and hit the Zhaxi boy.

Zhaxi quickly put his hands together and raised a copper bowl as a defense weapon. The Jade Pivot Lightning struck the surface of the copper bowl, and instantly there was a loud thunderous sound, blowing a big hole in the bowl.

The remaining lightning continued to move forward with unabated force, piercing into Zhaxi's chest and directly passing through his body.