Who Told Him To Cultivate Immortality!

Chapter 742 Civil War among the Sects

“Isn’t this the sword-washing pool I often use?” Buyu Taoist Xinxin said that no wonder it looked familiar the more he looked at it. When he was young, he often used the sword-washing pool to cleanse his anger.

This is a treasure passed down from generation to generation by the Taoist sect. Even the child masters often use the sword washing pool to wash away their anger, so as not to beat the Taoist to death in a rage.

　　From this perspective, Xijianchi is still a lifesaver for Taoist monks.

Seeing his master noticing, Lu Yang looked quite embarrassed: "Didn't I hear the legends about you and my master? I wanted to be like you two, so I learned the art of swordsmanship by the sword-washing pool. It was probably too close to the sword-washing pool. Because of this, the Sword Washing Pool depends on me."

As if to confirm Lu Yang's statement, the sword-washing pool flew around Lu Yang happily.

“Don’t tell me yet, the Sword Washing Pool is indeed a very useful attack magic weapon.”

The Sword Washing Pool is much easier to use than the Qingfeng Sword. Although the Qingfeng Sword is an immortal sword, it has been sealed by the senior sister. When used by Lu Yang, it is a sword commensurate with his cultivation level.

The Sword Washing Pool was different. Not only was it of high quality, but it also had a close connection with Lu Yang, and it was like an arm and a finger to move it.

Just like the sword in front of me turning into ten thousand swords, the ground it hit was extremely powerful.

“You have to say so, the sword-washing pool is really useful.” Taoist Buyu, as a master of swordsmanship, also saw the power of the sword-washing pool.

It's a pity that he has no connection with the sword-washing pool, so Lu Yang was given an advantage, so he could only silently bless him.

“Come on, you need to practice more to become familiar with swordsmanship. Try it a few times.”

Lu Yang nodded and obediently activated the sword-washing pool. The sky was once again densely covered with sword-washing pools, shrouding the top of Tianmen Peak in darkness.

 “One sword turns into ten thousand swords, fall!”

 Hang bang—bang bang—

 With the successful experience last time, it will be performed more smoothly this time.

“Haha, Lao Jiu, I didn’t expect you to teach disciples.” The great elder’s hearty laughter came from the air.

Taoist Buyu didn't like what the elder said: "Go, go, why do you think I can still teach my disciples? Look at Xiaozhi, Xiaojin, Xiaotian and Xiaoyang, which one was not taught by me?"

The great elder sneered at Taoist Buyu's remarks: "Come on, Xiaozhi's high cultivation level has something to do with you."

As if it was agreed upon, swish, swish, one by one the elders flew to Tianmen Peak, the second elder, the third elder... and even the sixth elder who rarely met came.

 As soon as the Sixth Elder arrived, everyone tacitly agreed to use spiritual consciousness to transmit the message.

“We senior brothers haven’t been together for a long time, why not take this opportunity to practice?” the elder suggested with a smile.

Speechless face turned dark: "After you said that last time, you guys swarmed up and beat me half to death, and even made me the sect leader afterwards."

"Lao Jiu, this is your fault. There are so many people who are coveting the position of the sect leader. The eight of us thought about the ease of being in the same sect, so we reluctantly gave up and let you become the sect leader. Instead, you blamed us."

 The Taoist Buyu chuckled, "It's not my first day in the world, so how could I believe your nonsense?"

“Don’t worry, this time we have a fair exchange. Just like before, we practice casually, regardless of camp, and the nine people fight in a melee.”

 “That’s pretty much it.”

 The eight elders and Taoist Taoist Wu Yu looked at each other and smiled, as if they were remembering the green years when they were taught by their childhood master.

 “Let’s have a round.”

Nine of the world's most famous fusions started fighting at the top of Tianmen Peak. Taoist Wuyu's swordsmanship, the great elder's dream spells, Uncle Ba's formations, the third elder's physical cultivation, the fourth elder's Confucianism cultivation, and the fifth elder's weapon refining. The skills of the Sixth Elder's Immaculate Immortal Physique, the Seventh Elder's alchemy skills, and the Eighth Elder's talismans are all the best in the world and the highest attainments in the same realm.

Although Taoist Wuyu and the great elder are already halfway through the tribulation stage, the battlefield is unpredictable, and when the nine people take action, it is really not a situation where whoever has higher cultivation can win the situation.

The elders rarely fought, and the Taoist disciples quickly chose the nearest distance to watch the battle.

The battle between the combined monks is earth-shattering. There is no need to watch the battle from directly below like Lu Yang.

 “Who do you think will win?”

“The Sixth Elder’s Immaculate Immortal Body is immune to all spells. In the realm of the Immortal Body, the Sixth Elder is invincible!”

“Although the Immortal Body is powerful, it is not invincible.”

“Great Elder, I heard that the Great Elder was a tough guy when he was young. It’s now that he started to cultivate his moral character as he got older. He dug holes everywhere and built tombs in violation of regulations.”

"Yes, yes, I heard the old man at home say that the Great Elder has many enemies in the Imperial City, and a few of them started out as third-grade officials." The speaker was a senior brother who lived in the Imperial City, although not as good as the Meng family. Prominent, but it can also be called a wealthy family in the imperial city.

“If you say so, then our sect master is better than the great elder, and the streets of the imperial city are full of our sect master’s enemies.”

"You underestimate our sect master too much. Not only are there enemies all over the imperial city, but also the entire world of immortal cultivation, regardless of the Central Continent or the Demon Realm and the Buddhist Kingdom. If you just ask any monk who has lived for two thousand years, who will not follow our sect master? Have a grudge?”

 “Why do you feel so proud in your tone?”

“Of course I’m proud, our sect leader is still alive and kicking despite having enemies all over the place, this is called ability.”

 The nine Fusion Stage monks were fighting in a melee, each showing their magical powers, as if the sky was falling apart and the earth was shattering. The movement was much louder than when Lu Yang was practicing his sword skills.

The hard land of Tianmen Peak was like mud in front of the elders. They were messed with at will. The trees collapsed, like a hurricane rolling over the ground, uprooting and leaving no grass growing.

The elders took the lead in attacking Taoist Buyu and the Great Elder, who were the strongest. The combination of formations and talismans, the combination of alchemy and weapon refining...these two people were not good at each other. Swordsmanship and dreams each showed their power and were unpredictable.

 However, under the joint attack of the seven elders, it still showed weakness and gradually exposed its flaws.

Just as the disciples were speculating on who would be the final winner, a puppet rose into the sky and knocked down the elders one by one like dumplings.

 At the time of the sixth elder, he became a little more cautious.

The elders and sect leaders, who had attained the highest level of cultivation in the world, had no power to fight back, yet they were defeated so easily and fell to the ground, smashed to pieces.

They raised their heads and saw a puppet carrying a large number of hoes standing in front of them. Without saying a word, he gave each of them a **** and pointed at the devastated Tianmen Peak.

 The meaning is very clear, no one can leave today unless the mess is cleaned up.

Lu Yang was very happy when he saw this scene. Fortunately, his cultivation level was low and he was not qualified to participate in this level of battle.

 The puppet handed the last **** to Lu Yang.

Lu Yang remembered the scene of using one sword to transform ten thousand swords, silently took the **** and joined the elders' leveling brigade.

 …

 Outside the Taoist sect, Patriarch Jin was still anxiously waiting for news from Taoist Wuyu.

"It's been a day, why haven't you sent me a letter yet? Is it because Taoism is too dangerous to let me in?"

 “Or has brother forgotten me?”

Second update at eleven o’clock

 (End of this chapter)