Chapter 1395 Sword Immortal
"Who dares to trespass into the sacred mountains of the Eight Clans?" When the Yakshas and Garudas who were guarding the sacred mountains of the Eight Clans saw a foreigner walking towards the sacred mountains, they immediately shouted loudly.
The man looked to be about thirty years old, but he had a head full of white hair and was dressed in white clothes as white as snow. He walked step by step, and although he was clearly walking on the ground, he gave people the feeling of walking in the clouds.
It was as if the ground beneath his feet was no longer dirty earth, but pure white clouds.
The man did not answer and continued walking forward.
Yaksha and Garuda were immediately furious. Those who were sent to guard the holy mountain were the best among the Eight Divisions. They could be said to be the darlings of heaven. How could they have been despised like this?
They burst out with terrifying power and attacked the man in white from the left and right.
The man in white continued walking forward as if he didn't see them, but the Yaksha and Garuda in front of the man in white screamed and flew up.
It was as if invisible sword intent flashed by, cutting their strength and bodies into pieces, turning them into a blood rain.
The white-haired man stepped onto the stone steps of the holy mountain as if nothing had happened. The place where he stood was spotless, but behind him was a field of blood-stained yellow sand.
The screams of Yaksha and Garuda before their death had alarmed the Eight Clans on the mountain. Many of the Eight Clans rushed down the mountain and were furious when they saw the blood on the ground and the white-haired man climbing the mountain.
Many hot-tempered Shuras and Yakshas have already rushed towards the white-haired man. The sky is full of strange lights and colors, as if countless stars are falling and hitting the white-haired man.
The white-haired man didn't even raise his eyelids and continued to walk straight up the stone steps.
Without exception, all of the eight tribes that rushed towards him were strangled by the invisible sword intent. Knives, swords, guns, musical instruments, etc., all kinds of broken weapons flew everywhere along with blood and flesh.
Wherever the white-haired man passed, none of the Eight Tribes could escape alive.
On the huge holy mountain, more than ten thousand people from the eight tribes have gathered, but no one dares to approach the white-haired man.
With every step the white-haired man took, the eight tribes scattered all over the sky and mountains would involuntarily retreat, and no one dared to confront him.
"My eight tribes have always been on good terms with the immortals. As a member of the immortals, why do you want to massacre all the creatures of my eight tribes? Does the immortals want to violate the original agreement made in the other dimension?" A Gandharva, dancing like an immortal and holding a pipa, was suspended in the air, staring at the white-haired man who was climbing the mountain and questioned.
The immortal man ignored her and continued walking up the mountain as if he was deaf.
"I'm talking to you, can't you hear me? I'm the king of Gandharvas. If you have something to say, you can tell me. If you have nothing to say, take another step forward and don't blame me for being ruthless." Gandharva's face turned cold, and he said while staring at the immortal man with a pipa in his arms.
The immortal man ignored her and continued walking forward.
Gandharva suddenly became furious, and his fingers plucked the strings. The stirring music turned into invisible murderous intent, wrapping around the immortal man.
Snap! Snap!
No sword light could be seen, nor could the sound of sword energy be heard, but there was an invisible force that crushed the music, and all the strings of the pipa in the Gandharva's hand broke at the same time.
Gandharva was horrified, but it was too late to retreat. She could already feel the terrifying sword intent approaching her, and perhaps in the next second, her head and body would be separated.
As the king of the Gandharvas, she was at least a powerful calamity-level warrior. She never expected that the other party could force her to such a point without even moving a hand.
A dragon roar resounded through the sky, and dragon energy like a waterfall hung down from the top of the holy mountain, circling around the body of the Gandharva King. It seemed as if it collided with some magical weapon, and the dragon energy shattered in an instant.
Fortunately, the sword intent had disappeared, and the Gandharva King quickly retreated, putting some distance between himself and the immortal man.
Among the eight tribes, except for the kings of the Tianlong and Tianlong tribes, the other six kings have appeared, blocking the way of the immortal man, and seem to want to capture him.
Tens of thousands of people from the Eight Tribes have also gathered, surrounding the place from all directions, holding weapons in their hands, all pointing them at the immortal man.
The tens of thousands of kings of the Eight Tribes and the six disaster-level kings seemed to not exist in the eyes of the immortal man. He continued to move forward, and his eyes were always fixed on a figure standing at the end of the stairs.
When the six kings saw him like this, they were all furious and prepared to kill him here.
"Let him come up." The voice came from the end of the stone steps. The person standing there was none other than Wang Mingyuan, who had become the Dragon King. It was also him who had saved Ganda with dragon energy just now.
After hearing what Wang Mingyuan said, the six kings had no choice but to order their troops to retreat and make way.
There were tens of thousands of troops from the eight tribes, all standing on both sides with a covetous look on their faces. They were everywhere in the sky and on the ground. If it were an ordinary person, they would have been frightened long ago.
The immortal man was unaware of anything and walked step by step to the end of the stone steps.
"Why are you here?" Wang Mingyuan asked when the immortal man came close to him.
The immortal man ignored him and walked past him, his fluttering white hair almost brushing Wang Mingyuan's face.
Wang Mingyuan stood there, watching the immortal man walk into the temple and then sit down on the main seat in the temple.
That was originally the position of the leader of the eight tribes. Even Di Tian, who was the leader of the eight tribes in the past, was not qualified to sit there. Now Wang Mingyuan is also just sitting in the deputy position. Only when the king of the upper tribe that the eight tribes rely on comes, he is qualified to sit in that position.
Seeing that the immortal man was actually sitting in that position, most of the eight tribes, whether they were kings or ordinary members, were about to rush into the hall to kill the immortal man, but were stopped by Wang Mingyuan.
"What exactly do you want to do, sir?" Wang Mingyuan asked the immortal man sitting high on the platform.
"From today on, the eight tribes will be sealed off from the mountains for three years. No one from the eight tribes may leave even a single step. Violators will be executed." The immortal man, looking down at His Highness Wang Mingyuan from above, continued, "In the past, Bodhidharma faced the wall for nine years and finally gained some understanding. You don't need to face the wall either. Just stand there and reflect on yourself for nine years. Even if you are dull, you should be able to understand some principles."
"What gives you the right?" The eight tribes were all furious, and the Yaksha King questioned. For a moment, the crowd was outraged, and some of the eight tribes could not help but want to rush into the hall.
Just as the battle was about to break out, a ball of golden light suddenly appeared in the air.
"Venerable...he..." Golden light fell to the ground, revealing a Buddha with golden light on his body. The Yaksha King and others hurried forward to pay their respects, but before they could say anything, they were interrupted by the Buddha.
The Buddha walked up to the immortal man, clasped his hands together, bowed slightly, and said, "Sword Immortal, please don't be angry. From today on, the eight tribes will be sealed off from the mountains for three years, and the Dragon King will be in self-reflection for nine years. He is not allowed to move a single step. What else do you want?"
"The disciple of my sword immortal lineage cannot die in vain. The person who kills him must pay with his life." As the man spoke, his eyes were fixed on Wang Mingyuan who was standing there. He knew that Jiang Yan was Wang Mingyuan's disciple.
good evening.
(End of this chapter)
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