Master is too ambitious

Chapter 157 Ancient Holy Land

This nameless world is divided into four continents, namely Fanghua Fairyland, Danshan Fairyland, Antarctic Fairyland, and the Ancient Holy Land. Now they are in Fanghua Fairyland.

According to the legend, the place where the Pure Yang magic weapon was born was the ancient holy land.

The ancient holy land is located in the extreme north. According to legend, tens of thousands of years ago, the spiritual energy here was as dense as fog, and countless masters founded their own schools here.

Suddenly one day, a strange stone fell from the sky. Almost overnight, countless monks died from the huge impact brought by the falling stone. In addition, the spiritual energy collapsed, and this blessed land was completely destroyed.

It is not known whether this legend is true or not, but it is not surprising that a pure yang magic weapon would be born in a place full of legends.

Going northward, we found that most of the cultivators in this world did not have very high cultivation levels, with the vast majority remaining at the Qi Induction Stage. However, there are still some who have reached the Yuanshen Stage, but it is not as common as in the Taiyi World.

Ji Qian and Su Feng took Fang Zhiyi through space. They were both already in the second level of heavenly thunder, so they could travel in an instant without anyone noticing. But Fang Zhiyi was still a primordial spirit, and this way of traveling that did not even produce a breeze made him feel a little emotional.

Before long, they arrived at the ancient holy land in the far north.

Looking from the outer mountains, there are ruined ancient sect buildings standing in rows, jagged rocks, a broken full moon hanging in the sky, and from time to time, never-before-seen monsters that seem to be ancient fly through the air. It is truly worthy of being called an ancient holy land.

Ji Qian looked around, his spiritual sense spreading towards the ancient buildings, searching for the whereabouts of the Pure Yang magic weapon. In the center of the holy land, there was indeed a strange fluctuation.

Su Feng said: "This fluctuation doesn't look like a pure yang magic weapon."

Ji Qian said, “Interesting.”

Fang Zhiyi guessed: "This is probably a trap."

So who set up the bureau here?

"Are the three fellow Taoists also here to look for the Pure Yang magic weapon?" a hoarse voice came.

A thin, dark-skinned middle-aged man appeared on another hilltop. He came to the peak in a few steps, bowed to the three people, smiled naively and said, "I am already anxious, but I didn't expect that there are others as anxious as me."

Judging from his aura, this plain-looking man is a genuine Yuanshen Zhenren. However, some people cannot be judged by appearance.

Fang Zhiyi was always very outgoing and said, "May I know your name?" Then he asked, "I see you have been here for a long time?"

The middle-aged man touched his sparsely haired head and said with a simple smile: "My surname is Zhou, and I am nicknamed a wanderer in the mountains." He added: "I have been looking for the Pure Yang magic weapon here for decades."

Fang Zhiyi deliberately said: "We came here just for this Pure Yang magic weapon, it seems that this trip is in vain."

The mountain wanderer told the truth: "I heard that the Pure Yang magic weapon was going to be born several decades ago, but unfortunately I traveled all over the ancient holy land and found nothing. I searched all the caves and only hoped to find a few words in the ancient books." He sighed and said: "To this day, I still have nothing."

When Shanye Sanren said this, he was also observing Ji Qian, Su Feng and Fang Zhiyi without making any expression. He saw that they looked calm, as if they did not take his words to heart. Moreover, these three people looked very unfamiliar to him, and the auras of two of them were obviously those of people who had gone through thunder tribulation. He was very worried, fearing that he might say something wrong, which would be very troublesome for him.

Fang Zhiyi asked, "I heard that this Pure Yang magic weapon belonged to the ancient Wuling Immortal Sect's Chunqiu Taoist. Does Taoist friend have any other clues?"

Shanye Sanren smiled bitterly and said, "Fellow Daoist, you may not know that I have searched the entire Wuling Immortal Gate ruins, but I have not found any clues about the Spring and Autumn Taoist."

He added: "Fellow Daoists, don't doubt that I am deceiving you. If it were decades ago, I would have kept it a secret. But now, with so little hope, I have let it go."

Ji Qian said, “Thank you.”

His cultivation was obviously higher than that of Shanye Sanren. He thanked her repeatedly, which made Shanye Sanren very frightened. He waved his hands repeatedly and just said "I dare not, I dare not".

Ji Qian was about to say something when more than a dozen red, green and white lights came from the sky. Among these lights, the one with the highest cultivation level was the Yuanshen, and there were also several at the Jindan stage and the Shenhun stage. It seemed that they were traveling from a certain sect.

"Oh no! It's broken!" cried the wanderer in the mountains.

Ji Qian didn't react. Su Feng smiled and said, "Why should you be afraid?"

The wanderer in the mountains said worriedly, "This is the leader of Yuanshou Sect, the Blood Demon Patriarch. If wanderers like us stay here, he will definitely kill us."

Su Feng said: "Domineering."

At this time, the dozens of rays of light fell on a mountain peak, and soon a wave of fluctuations broke out. It should be that the Yuanshou Sect was clearing out the independent cultivators. Shanye Sanren said, "Daoyou, we'd better avoid it, otherwise it will affect us."

"Hey! Why don't you leave quickly when you see that I, the ancestor, am here? You don't have to leave!" An old man of short stature and red face landed on the top of the mountain and roared. The disciples around him did not dare to step forward. They all lowered their heads and kept silent. The senior brother who spoke last time had turned into ashes, so they dared not speak carelessly.

Ji Qian, Su Feng and Fang Zhiyi did not move. Their disciples secretly felt lucky that they had these people to serve as cannon fodder, otherwise they did not know whether they could return alive. They relaxed and immediately laughed.

The Blood Demon Ancestor was extremely angry, and raised his hand to shoot several red lights at this place. The mountain wanderer shouted: "Oh no! The Blood Demon old man is attacking!"

The red light suddenly stopped in mid-air. The Blood Evil Patriarch activated his skills, but the red light remained motionless. He was so angry that his eyes turned red, and he stretched out his hand to grab his disciples beside him.

The sky was suddenly covered by black and white. The red light disappeared. The black and white aura swirled, and with a sense of annihilation, it swallowed up the Blood Evil Ancestor in an instant.

The sun was shining, the sky was clear and the air was fresh, with a waning moon still hanging in the sky. The scene just now seemed to be just an illusion in the blink of an eye. People present could not believe their eyes. This arrogant Blood Evil Ancestor actually fell without even the power to fight back?

Among the remaining disciples of Yuanshou Sect, no one knew who took off his disciple uniform first, turned into light and escaped. The rest of the disciples followed suit, and dozens of disciples were gone in an instant.

The mountain wanderer finally calmed down from his shock and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Fortunately, he had just said the truth and did not offend this powerful man.