Buzz! Buzz!

As Pei Yuan said something, Taoist Zhizhen and Wei Yi were shocked to find that the air around him was like boiling boiling water, splashing violently, reaching a level visible to the naked eye.

The space in front suddenly shook, like a fragile mirror, showing folds and cracks.

The walls on all sides were clattering, and the dense spider web patterns cracked, and the entire hall was shaking and could collapse and fall at any time.

Taoist Zhizhen, Wei Yi and others felt that their eyes were dark, and then they had already knelt down on the ground at some point, with the mighty power as vast as a river and sea pressing on them, leaving them with no power to resist.

A crisp sound like fried beans burst out in the body, as if even the bones were about to be crushed. But the mind was unprecedentedly clear and felt the torture that hurt the soul all the time.

Taoist Zhizhen was soaked in cold sweat, and sweat beads as big as soybeans on his forehead were rolling down, and his heart was extremely shocked.

fear!

He felt an unprecedented horror!

"Such cultivation, such cultivation... I'm afraid even if he is the first in Fengyun Classic, Yan Xingkong of the Demon Sect may not be able to reach it. Could this person be Feixian descending to earth?"

Taoist Zhizhen was shocked and many speculations emerged.

Although there are people from Feixian in this world, they all go away and never return. However, the strength displayed by the young people in the palace forced Taoist Zhizhen to make this guess.

Looking at the world, except for the few great masters, Taoist Zhizhen believes that he is not inferior to any master.

But the other party can turbulent the world with just a single aura, oppressing them to kneel down. Such a divine power is really incredible, surpassing all the experts in the world.

The crowd fell to the ground, frightened.

Pei Yuan's momentum subsided, and the hall fell silent again. He let the crowd kneel down. He continued to read the martial arts secrets.

Read one after another.

Fist, palm, sword, and various martial arts.

Pei Yuan discovered more and more shadows of the Eight Symbol System.

He closed the last book, Pei Yuan's robe sleeves floated, and the silk book that recorded the secret book of thousands of disasters fell into his palm.

Pei Yuanping spread out, looked at the kneeling people of His Highness and said, "Are you here for this thing?"

Taoist Zhizhen, Wei Yi and others found that they could speak again. Wei Yi took a deep breath to suppress the fear in his heart, but his tone could not help but tremble: "Senior, please forgive me for being blind and not knowing the master..."

In the martial arts world, most people with profound cultivation have the skills to keep their eyes open. Wei Yi speculated that the young master in the palace was probably not an old monster.

"You threw out this silk book and led the disaster to the east. Have you ever cared about the life or death of others?"

Pei Yuan glanced at Wei Yi, the latter trembled and hurriedly said, "Senior, I, I..."

He was in a state of chaos and was filled with panic, so he was incoherent that he could not say a complete sentence, and he only heard a sigh.

Amid this sigh, Wei Yi's eyes were blurred, and his gaze seemed to rise up. He saw the people in the hall, Taoist Zhizhen, Yan Wei and the senior executives of the Longmen Sect, who showed their faces and their bodies were trembling like sieves.

And the eyes of everyone bet on him.

"Why do they see me like that?"

Wei Yi was puzzled and even his thinking became rigid. He looked down with difficulty and found that his body expanded like a balloon, his skin and flesh had been broken, and his muscles and bones were broken.

With a loud bang, Wei Yi burst out.

But before his flesh and blood were splattered, Pei Yuan reached out and grabbed it. The blooming blood flower was quickly extinguished. The blood flower about a meter radius quickly shrank into a fist-sized ball of flesh and blood, and then became smaller and smaller until a "puff" sound melted into the air like a bubble.

A living person was wiped out in front of him with a wave of his hand, and he could not even find any trace of his existence.

This scene that seemed like a ghost and a god scared everyone present to tremble even more violently.

Yan Wei screamed, her face turned pale, and wet liquid dripped under her skirt.

"Immortal means, immortal means!" Taoist Zhizhen's eyes were blank for a moment, and then he shook his head violently, his heart roared, and he knocked his head heavily to the ground. With a "bang" sound, the hard floor shattered.

"Who are you?" Pei Yuan asked casually.

Taoist Zhizhen still bowed his head to the ground and did not dare to look up. He hurriedly said, "Xiaodao Zhizhen is the leader of Zhenyi Dao. I heard that Brother Wei Liangpeng was in trouble, so I came to Longmen to inquire."

Nine hundred years ago, the Wanjie Sect divided into six sects, three of which were destroyed one after another in the past few hundred years, leaving only the three sects of Zhenyi, Longmen and Yanshan.

Among the three sects, there were only a few members of the Yanshan Sect and they were almost removed from the martial arts world. On the contrary, the two sects of Longmen are becoming more and more prosperous and are both listed among the eight major sects of the martial arts world.

Pei Yuan did not comment, his divine intention spread out and silently entered the sea of ​​consciousness of Taoist Zhizhen.

In a few breaths, I saw the deepest secrets that were hidden in my heart.

Wei Liangpeng was attacked, and the mastermind behind it was the Taoist Zhizhen, who was called brothers and Taoists with Wei Liangpeng. The person he sought was the secret book of the Longmen Sect for thousands of disasters.

Even more than ten years ago, Taoist Zhizhen secretly attacked Yanshan faction and seized the other party's secret script.

After years of searching, the secret book that was divided into six copies has been collected by Taoist Zhizhen. In addition to the Longmen, one copy is left for the collection of the Dayan court.

However, Taoist Zhizhen had already contacted the court and agreed to trade secret scripts at the Golden Ding Conference three days later at the cost of agreeing to do something for the court.

Pei Yuan ignored these dirty things about Taoist Zhizhen, but he dug out four secret scripts from his mind, five in his hand, and he silently concentrated his mind, and one by one magic trick was flowing into his heart.

After a moment, Pei Yuan used five secret scripts to deduce the complete secret script of the Wanjiao.

"After this practice reaches its peak, it covers six most terrifying energy, mountain, zodiac, water, fire, wind and thunder in every move. On this basis, the energy and energy are blended, and there are three additional deformations, mountain, zodiac, water, fire, and wind and thunder!"

"Eight powers and eight symbols...the cultivation method of this world is indeed inseparable from the eight symbol system."

Pei Yuan understands it.

"Everyone get up." Pei Yuan begged everyone below and said calmly: "Prepare the car for me and set off for Jinding Mountain."

The people of the Longmen Sect acted very quickly, or they were scared by Pei Yuan and just wanted to send the demon god away as soon as possible.

After half an hour.

On the official road, more than a dozen carriages were rotating, raising dust and heading towards Jinding Mountain.

The carriage Pei Yuan was riding was the most spacious, dragged by four large horses, and the carriage was arranged like an exquisite small room.

Taoist Zhizhen and two disciples sat in the front room, waved their whips, and took on the job of a coachman.

There was a large and soft brocade mat in the car, and a stuck table in the middle. A pot of wine was warmed up on the table, and a scent of wine lingered in the room.

Yan Wei changed into a dress, and she seemed to be stained with alcohol. Her face was flushed. She knelt at Pei Yuan's feet and gently kneaded his legs.

In addition to wine, the carriage is filled with books, not martial arts secrets. Most of them are poems, songs, geography, humanities, customs notes, unofficial history and strange stories, and even folk tales of gods and ghosts.

Pei Yuan now held a wine glass in one hand and a ghost fox novel in the other hand and was very stunning.

In addition to this carriage, the other dozen carriages are also prepared to load books. Every time they pass by a city, Pei Yuan would ask someone to buy books. With his reading speed, buying books may not be as fast as his reading books.

After walking for hundreds of miles, the sky gradually darkened, and the sound of beasts roaring and birds singing came from the suburbs.

The road was suddenly blocked by someone, and two gangs shouted and roared, waved swords, and fought each other.

Taoist Zhizhen flew up from the car and looked forward, and found that it was a group of horse thieves fighting with an escort team. He felt extremely depressed and immediately fell into the battlefield. A long sword in his palm flashed cold light. With the sound of "swooshing" and several heads rolled into the air.
Chapter completed!