Volume 1 Chapter 157: Sword Burial Momentum, Yellow Shirt Ghost Face

  "Wei Yuanzhai, I don't know how the sixteen small groups are divided," a Xuan Jun asked.

  "On that day, in front of the crowd of teachers at Haiyun, the grouping had already been completed," said Wei Yuanzhi with a cough to the people behind him, "Bring me the name list and read it out!"

  A master teacher of the Xuanzong level stepped forward, unrolled a beast skin scroll and read out in a loud voice: "First group, Da Liang City Cao An Kang, Guangyao City Zhu Jun, Shanyang City Duan Ting Kui..."

  Yu Xuan Yu was at the foot of the mountain, looking up at Lianyun Peak which was several dozen zhang high. The Xuannu on the mountain who was reading out the list had a powerful voice, and with the support of his xuanyuan energy, his voice carried for several li, so that all the candidates could hear him clearly.

  "The Ninth Group? I've been assigned to the Ninth Group!" Yu Xuan Yu finally heard the reading of "Rin Jian Cheng Yu Xuan Yu".

  Li Wang smiled and said: "I wish you success in advancing." He was very happy, because he and Xu Yang were tied for first place in Linshui City, they became seed players and did not need to participate in the group stage.

  "All contestants in Group 1, come on stage!"

  In an instant, among the hundreds of young Xian cultivators below the peak, a dozen or so people stood out and lined up to head towards the summit. Each person was separated by a great distance, with a strong sense of vigilance between them.

  Seventy li west of Donglai City.

  A blue-shirted youth, with an ancient sword at his waist, a golden crown on his head, and a fluffy ball perched on his shoulder, was galloping across the vast wilderness. The pale blue wind of the Extreme Mystic Force surged beneath his feet, moving at twice the speed of an ordinary mystic master.

  This young man was Xu Yang.

  "Huh, something seems off up ahead!" Xǔ Yáng forcibly stopped in his tracks. In front of him, there was a strand of abnormal heavenly and earthly spiritual energy fluctuations. As he focused his attention, it seemed like a faint mist was drifting about.

  "This place, it seems like there's a clever formation!" Xǔ Yáng's forehead broke out in sweat, his heart flashed with a sense of foreboding. "Who is it that has set up this formation on the road I must take to return to Dōng Lái City? The formation doesn't seem to have any murderous intent, it seems like it's not a killing array, but rather a maze array! What exactly does that person have in mind?"

  At that moment when Xu Yang was concentrating on examining the formation, a faint voice sounded: "Not bad, able to glimpse the subtlety of the formation."

  Xu Yang's mind flashed a warning, he quickly withdrew the Wind Extreme Mystic Power's aura and dispersed the Fire Extreme Mystic Power's aura.

  With those words, a middle-aged man wearing a yellow shirt with half a ghost mask slowly walked over, his ethereal voice echoing from all directions: "Enter the formation, I won't kill you for now..."

  "What a joke!" Xu Yang shouted loudly, and a Vermilion Bird burst out of his head, its beak open wide, shooting out a scorching flame that stabbed towards the middle-aged man in yellow.

  A middle-aged man in a yellow shirt, with half of his face hidden behind a ghost mask, curled up the corners of his mouth into a faint, faint smile, as if mocking, as if disdainful. He lightly shook his hand, and an irresistible suction force surged out, directly sucking Xu Yang into the maze.

  "Damn it, another Xuanzong, and he's as young as Uncle Li!" Xu Yang cursed secretly, he didn't expect this to be a Xuanzong figure, powerful to the point where he couldn't resist.

  Xu Yang found it absurd that a Xuanzong would use the power of an array to secretly plot against himself, but that was indeed what had happened.

  Sucked into the maze, Xu Yang was surprised but not afraid. As a master of formation, as long as it wasn't a killing array that would kill him immediately, he could rely on his inference of the formation pattern to find the eye of the formation and let Fei Qiu devour the mysterious power of the formation, causing the big formation to collapse by itself.

  Xu Yang did not summon the Fire Eagle from high above, this was his super trump card, if used frequently, he would not be able to temper himself. Only in a nearly fatal desperate situation would Xu Yang play the Fire Eagle card.

  A middle-aged man in a yellow shirt struck Xu Yang with one palm and sent him flying into the formation, then sat down cross-legged on one side of the array, closing his eyes to meditate.

  The sun was already high in the sky, and a middle-aged man with a yellow shirt slowly opened his eyes, looking puzzled as he said, "Could it be that I've made a mistake?"

  The middle-aged man in the yellow shirt slowly stood up, and suddenly, a smile appeared on his ghostly face, muttering to himself: "He's coming... This time, I must see your true face, Lushan..."

  A dark and majestic figure emerged, riding a black dragon with piercing eyes. His brow was sharp as a sword, his gaze razor-sharp - it was Li Zhongxuan!

  "Who are you? The one in the array is Xu Yang!" Lei Zhongxuan put away the Xuanling and landed, shouting in a low voice.

  The middle-aged man in yellow seemed to have recognized Li Zhongxuan, and his face under the mask rippled with a wave of emotion.

  A faint voice came from all directions: "The array is just Xu Yang... However, the person I want to wait for is not you... You retreat."

  Li Zhongxuan's eyebrows turned cold, his eyes gleaming with a chilly light: "You bunch of rats hiding your heads and showing your tails, why are you using Xuanli's illusory sound to talk to me? Are you afraid that I'll recognize your true voice? You're an old acquaintance of mine?"

  Li Zhongxuan's intuition was as sharp as a sword, extremely sensitive. He vaguely felt that the yellow-shirted man wearing a ghost mask was someone he had met before.

  The expression under Huang Shanren's ghost mask was calm and he didn't say a word, only making a gesture to leave towards Li Zhongxuan.

  "Hmph, still want to see the truth with your own eyes!" Behind Li Zhongxuan, a desolate mountain shadow appeared, filled with broken swords. A mournful wind rose, and the broken swords wailed in sorrow, as a bleak and murderous aura rushed forward.

  This is Li Zhongxuan's "Sword Burial" grand momentum!

  The man in yellow seemed somewhat moved, with the shadows of countless lives floating behind him, as if an illusion of a world where numerous people were born, grew old, fell ill and died, in an endless cycle.

  "This enemy... is very strong!" Li Zhongxuan made a judgment in an instant, to be able to cultivate such a world's momentum, the strength of this yellow-shirted person, among the Xuanzong, absolutely ranks among the top, and on the Zongshi list, can also occupy the top ten.

  The faint voice echoed again: "Back off, I don't want to engage in meaningless slaughter..."

  Li Zhongxuan's sword eyebrows stood upright, and he let out a light hum. Behind him, countless broken swords wailed in sorrow, as a massive annihilating killing intent attacked the yellow-shirted ghost-faced man.

  In the world of Huang Shanren's virtual shadow, one by one, ordinary people were killed by sword intent, wailing and dying, cries for help and pleas for mercy rose and fell, as if it was a real living world facing doomsday disaster.

  "Winter goes and spring comes, the cycle has a fixed number." The faint echo sounded, after all mortals were wiped out by the sword intent of Jianmo, the world of Huangshan people replayed the cycle. One by one, babies cried out loud, growing up quickly into adults, and began to live busy lives. In just a breath of time, the illusory world of Huangshan people flourished again.

  With Li Zhongxuan's composure, he also felt a bit apprehensive. He didn't say a word, and the Qing Luan Xuan Ling let out a loud cry, bursting out of his body, its wings spreading wide, spanning over 10 zhang!

  Xuan Zong's initial momentum was a small test, but when Li Zhongxuan transformed into his true form, the Xuanling, it became a direct fight to the death. From this point on, he truly lived up to his title of "Desperate Three".

  The Huangshan man also felt the pressure, his body emitting a halo of light, a fierce tiger's roar, a giant bear's howl, several heads of mysterious spirits appeared, facing Qing Luan.

  "Are you afraid of being recognized by me, yet you don't dare to use your true Xuanling?" Li Zhongxuan shouted loudly, "Without using your true Xuanling, you can't defeat me!"

  The blue phoenix let out a shrill cry, on the verge of delivering a fatal blow. Just as swords were about to clash, a mournful zither melody floated through the air.

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