Beizhou is a relatively long and narrow area. Taixuanzong is located in the northwest of Beizhou, Sifang Pavilion is in the southwest, Beitianmen is in the middle, while Chaoyang Ancient City and Baiyang Academy are located in the southeast and northeast respectively.
In comparison, apart from the destroyed Beitianmen, the closest to Sifang Pavilion are Chaoyang City and Taixuan Sect.
"If that's the case, then our Taixuan Sect must be prepared. Although it's unlikely to attack Taixuan, after all, we now have five practitioners in the Hedao realm, but we still have to be on guard." Li Changan said.
"Furthermore, we need to send a message to Chaoyang City, asking Zong Baiye to be on the lookout. If that guy comes back and rips me..."
Houyi nodded and was about to turn around when he suddenly felt a vibration under his feet.
Li Changan's expression changed slightly, "It's a teleportation array!"
Houyi grabbed Li Changan, and the halo under his feet dissipated, and he appeared again outside the teleportation circle that was already underground.
Above the underground spiritual vein, a dark and mysterious magic circle was spread out, emitting a faint glow. At a certain moment, the light above the magic circle became brighter, and a tall light gate was slowly opened. A figure fell out from it and landed in front of Li Changan.
"Baili Youqin? Why is it you?"
Baili Youqin looked pale and frightened, with disheveled hair and a look of despair.
"Changan... Senior Brother Changan, Chaoyang is in trouble, rescue him quickly!"
Li Changan and Houyi's expressions changed drastically!
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Time passed to half a day ago. Zong Baiye, who was meditating in the City Lord's Mansion, opened his eyes and looked towards the west.
The sword of destruction stuck at his feet hummed, and one after another terrifying sword energy shot up into the sky uncontrollably. The City Lord's Mansion collapsed in an instant, pierced through and shattered into pieces.
Thousands of miles away, a little boy as crystal-clear as jade strode over. Each step covered a hundred miles, and in just a few steps he appeared at the foot of Chaoyang City.
The sky suddenly became brighter for no reason, and all the light came from this young boy who looked less than ten years old.
This is the spiritual charm that belongs only to immortals.
"Ziwei, it's you!" Above Chaoyang City, Zong Baiye took a step forward and squinted his eyes at the young man in front of him.
He didn't know the boy, but he was very familiar with this kind of vague and ethereal aura.
"You succeeded?"
Back then at the Beitianmen, Ziwei had said in person that he would use the immortal artifact Tianchi to rebuild his immortal body and become the first immortal in the history of the entire Beizhou who was not subject to the control of the Heavenly Dao.
Now it seems that this guy has succeeded.
The young Ziwei smiled, with a hint of madness on his crystal-clear face.
"This emperor used the immortal artifact Tianchi as a medium, utilizing the immortal spirit energy and countless treasures to reshape his immortal body. Although it was successful, the Yang Shen has not yet fully transformed into an immortal soul. Therefore, this emperor came to borrow something from you."
Zong Baiye had no expression on his face, just staring at the young man in front of him.
Since he became a saint by killing the immortal, he has never felt such a different kind of oppression as the young man in front of him.
"What do you want to borrow?"
Ziwei raised her head and looked towards the place above Chaoyang City.
"Sword Tomb, Spiritual Locust Tree!"
Linghuai is the Daoyun fruit of Chaoyang City. It has suppressed the sword tomb for more than ten thousand years. The Daoyun chessboard is actually just a product of the Linghuai fruit tree.
It can be said that the most precious thing in Chaoyang City is the spiritual locust tree growing deep in the sword tomb.
"Changing one's fate and being reborn as an immortal body is easy, but having an immortal soul that matches the immortal body is not simple. However, this emperor has thought of a way. If I use the Supreme Dao Fruit to nourish the Yang God of the Fate Soul, can I create a Yang God that is no less powerful than the immortal soul?"
Ziwei said softly, spreading out her hands gently, and her tender hands brushed past, and the space quickly became blurred.
It was a magical power, so powerful that even Zong Baiye's scalp tingled in an instant.
"But unfortunately, the peaches from Beitianmen alone are not enough to meet this requirement, so I need your spiritual locust tree from Chaoyang to use."
As he spoke, he took a light step, and the entire Chaoyang City beneath his feet collapsed by more than ten feet. The terrifying pressure made everyone feel as if it was the end of the world, and their expressions changed drastically.
"You little bastard, you are so arrogant. Do you think a little bastard like you can just take my locust tree?" Baili Batian soared into the air and swung the giant sword in his hand. A terrifying sword shadow condensed in an instant and suddenly chopped down.
But the next moment, the sword shadow that had already touched the boy's forehead dissipated uncontrollably and turned into nothingness.
"Haha, a few days ago, this emperor went to Xuanwu Pavilion to borrow the Fusang Taoist flower, but was also rejected by that old turtle." Ziwei smiled brightly.
"Do you want to know what happened to that old turtle?"
Baili Batian's expression suddenly changed. "It was you who wiped out the entire Xuanwu Pavilion?"
The Xuanwu Pavilion's annihilation a few days ago caused a huge stir throughout Beizhou, and Chaoyang City was also greatly shocked. But before he could react, the guy who wiped out the Xuanwu Pavilion actually ran to Chaoyang City.
Li Qinghan and Lu Hong heard the noise and rushed up at the same time, surrounding Ziwei.
The peak combat power of Chaoyang City all appeared at this moment.
"No need to waste time talking to him, just capture him first!" Lu Hong moved his feet slightly, and his whole body turned into a sky full of sword shadows, rushing towards Ziwei madly. The terrifying sword light overlapped layer by layer, cutting the void into countless cracks.
But the next moment, the young man raised his hand slightly and swung it down as if swatting a fly.
The sword shadows in the sky shattered, and Lu Hong, who was in the Hedao realm, spat out a mouthful of blood, flew backwards, and crashed into the wall of Chaoyang City.
Lu Hong, who is at the Hedao realm, is no match for Ziwei with just one palm.
"You guys step back, this guy is the reincarnation of Ziwei Emperor of Beitianmen. You are no match for him!" The sword of destruction emitted sword light, and a hint of fighting spirit finally appeared in Zong Baiye's calm eyes.
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