Chapter 742: Sect Civil War
"Isn't this the sword washing pool that I often use?" Buyu Daoxin thought to himself, no wonder it looked more and more familiar, because when he was young, he often used the sword washing pool to wash away his hostility.
This is a treasure passed down from generation to generation in the Taoist sect. Even the child master often uses the Sword Washing Pool to cleanse his anger, so as to avoid beating the Taoist Master Bu Yu to death in a rage.
From this perspective, Xijianchi is still Buyu Taoist's savior.
Seeing that his master had noticed him, Lu Yang acted quite embarrassed: "I heard about the legends of you and my master, and I wanted to be like you two, so I learned the way of swordsmanship by the Sword Washing Pond. Maybe it's because I'm too close to the Sword Washing Pond, so the Sword Washing Pond has become attached to me."
As if to confirm Lu Yang's statement, the Sword Washing Pool flew around Lu Yang happily.
"You know what, the Sword Washing Pool is indeed a very useful offensive magic weapon."
The Sword Washing Pool is much more useful than the Qingfeng Sword. The Qingfeng Sword is indeed an immortal sword, but it has been sealed with layers of seals by the Senior Sister. When Lu Yang uses it, it is a sword commensurate with his cultivation level.
The Sword Washing Pool is different. Not only is it of high quality, but it is also in perfect harmony with Lu Yang's mind, making it as easy as using one's own arm when activated.
It was like the sword in front of you turned into thousands of swords, smashing the ground into potholes with tremendous power.
"If you say so, the Sword Washing Pond is indeed very useful." As a master of swordsmanship, Taoist Buyu also saw the power of the Sword Washing Pond.
It's a pity that he has no destiny with the Sword Washing Pool, so Lu Yang got the chance. He can only wish him the best silently.
"Come on, you need to practice more to become familiar with swordsmanship, try it a few more times."
Lu Yang nodded and obediently activated the Sword Washing Pool. The sky was once again covered with Sword Washing Pools, shrouding the top of Tianmen Peak in darkness.
"One sword becomes ten thousand swords, fall!"
Boom—boom—
With the successful experience from the last time, this time it went more smoothly.
"Haha, Laojiu, I didn't expect you could teach apprentices." The hearty laughter of the great elder came from the air.
Taoist Bu Yu was not happy with what the Great Elder said: "Go away, what do you mean I can teach apprentices? Look at Xiaozhi, Xiaojin, Xiaotian and Xiaoyang, which one of them was not taught by me."
The Great Elder sneered at the words of the Taoist Buyu: "Come on, it doesn't matter whether Xiaozhi's cultivation level is high or not."
As if they had discussed it beforehand, the elders flew to Tianmen Peak one by one. The second elder, the third elder... even the sixth elder, who was rarely seen, all came.
When the Sixth Elder arrived, everyone tacitly switched to using spiritual consciousness to transmit messages.
"We brothers haven't gathered together for a long time. Why don't we take this opportunity to practice?" The Great Elder suggested with a smile.
Buyu Daoren's face darkened: "After you said that last time, you guys rushed over and beat me half to death, and then asked me to be the leader."
"Old Nine, this is your fault. There are so many people who covet the position of Sect Leader. The eight of us, considering our fellow disciples, reluctantly gave up and let you become the Sect Leader. But now you blame us."
Taoist Buyu chuckled and said, “This is not my first day in the underworld. How can I believe your nonsense?”
"Don't worry, this time we will have a fair exchange, just like before, just practice casually, regardless of faction, nine people fighting in a free-for-all."
"That's more like it."
The eight elders and the Taoist Master Bu Yu smiled at each other, as if they were recalling the youthful years when they were taught by their child-grandmaster.
"Let's play a round."
Nine famous masters of the fusion stage started fighting on the top of Tianmen Peak: the swordsmanship of Taoist Buyu, the dream magic of the great elder, the formation of Uncle Ba, the physical cultivation of the third elder, the Confucian cultivation of the fourth elder, the weapon refining technique of the fifth elder, the immaculate immortal body of the sixth elder, the alchemy of the seventh elder, and the talismans of the eighth elder, all of them were the best in the world and had the highest attainments in the same realm.
Although both Silent Taoist and the Great Elder have reached the Half-Step Tribulation Crossing Stage, the battlefield is unpredictable. When the nine of them start fighting, it is not a situation where whoever has a higher cultivation level can guarantee victory.
It was a rare opportunity for the elders to fight, so the disciples of the Wending Sect quickly chose the nearest distance to watch the battle.
The battle between cultivators at the fusion level is earth-shattering, so there is no need to watch the battle from below like Lu Yang did.
"Who do you think will win?"
"The Sixth Elder's Immortal Body is immune to all spells. In the realm of immortal bodies, the Sixth Elder is invincible!"
"Although the Immortal Body is powerful, it is not yet invincible."
"The Great Elder, I heard that he was a tough guy when he was young. He started to cultivate himself when he got older. He dug holes everywhere and built tombs illegally."
"Yes, yes, yes. I heard from the elders in my family that the Great Elder has many enemies in the Imperial City, and most of them are third-rank officials or above." The speaker was a senior brother who lived in the Imperial City. Although not as prominent as the Meng family, it could also be considered a wealthy family in the Imperial City.
"If you say so, then our sect master is stronger than the great elder. The streets of the Imperial City are full of our sect master's enemies."
"You underestimate our leader too much. It's not just the Imperial City that is full of enemies. The entire world of immortal cultivation, regardless of whether it's the Central Continent or the Demon Realm Buddha Kingdom, just ask any cultivator who has lived for two thousand years, who doesn't have a grudge against our leader?"
"Why do you sound so proud?"
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"Of course I'm proud. Our leader is still alive and well despite having so many enemies. That's called ability."
Nine monks in the fusion stage fought in a melee, each showing their magical powers. It was like the sky was falling and the earth was splitting apart. The noise was much louder than when Lu Yang was practicing swordsmanship.
The hard ground of Tianmen Peak was like mud in front of the elders. They could be easily manipulated. Trees collapsed and the ground was uprooted like a hurricane, leaving no grass behind.
The elders took the lead in attacking the strongest Taoist Bu Yu and the great elder, using a combination of formations and talismans, alchemy and weapon refining...these two were not to be trifled with either, their swordsmanship and dreams each showed their magical powers, and were unpredictable.
But under the joint attack of the seven elders, it began to show signs of fatigue and gradually revealed its flaws.
Just as the disciples were guessing who would be the final winner, a puppet rose into the sky and knocked the elders down one by one like dumplings.
It was only when it came to the Sixth Elder that he was a little lenient.
The elders and the sect leader, who had extremely high cultivation levels, were defeated so easily without any chance to fight back. They fell to the ground, completely dazed.
They looked up and saw a puppet carrying a large hoe standing in front of them. Without saying a word, he gave each of them a hoe and pointed to the devastated Tianmen Peak.
The meaning is very clear. No one can leave today until the mess is cleaned up.
When Lu Yang saw this scene, he was very glad that his cultivation level was low and he was not qualified to participate in a battle of this level.
The puppet handed the last hoe to Lu Yang.
Lu Yang recalled the scene of turning one sword into ten thousand swords, silently took the hoe, and joined the elders' team to level the ground.
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Outside the Wendao Sect, Patriarch Jin was still anxiously waiting for news from the Taoist Master Bu Yu.
"It's been a day, why hasn't Big Brother given me the letter yet? Is it because the Dao Sect is too dangerous and you can't let me in?"
"Or has Big Brother forgotten me?"
The second update will be at 11 o'clock
(End of this chapter)