Chapter Fifty: The Nine Dragons Move Mountains

  Ride the wind... Long wind... I was wrong, despise me if you will.

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  This made Liang Xin's heart skip a beat, fortunately, Lang Ya turned around in time, and the little sheep was lying in the beautiful girl's arms with its legs crooked... When the residual wave of the divine power came, the little guy suddenly lost his hold, and it seemed that he was about to be swept into the air wave. Lang Ya's hands were quick, and she grabbed it in one go.

  Looking back, the vast Tongchuan City had vanished into thin air, and the terrifying divine powers had all dissipated. Only the rolling dust and smoke floated in mid-air, drifting away with the wind to a distant place. They were fleeing towards the direction of the pass, and at this moment, they were already on the edge of the grassland. However, Liang Xin no longer had any good impression of green things now.

  Da Tou Dwarf Song Hongpao painstakingly squeezed to Zheng Xiaodao's side, using a bamboo needle to pick out the strange insects from his joints, and put them into a specially made box. Only then did he let out a long sigh of relief...

  Nine grey-robed experts had their faces hidden behind iron masks, making it impossible to discern their expressions. However, from the slight trembling of their bodies, they were clearly enduring immense pain. Cang Yue carefully helped them remove the silver needles from under their ribs, and immediately the nine mysterious cultivators, who were powerful enough to establish their own sects, collapsed like deflated balloons, falling limply to the ground.

  Langya seemed to be unaffected, putting away the silver needle and smiling at Liang Xin: "This is a technique of the Menba Dao, which can temporarily stimulate a cultivator's yuanli, but afterwards, it will either cause severe injury or death."

  These nine people were their lifesavers, and although they were cold and uncommunicative, Liang Xin was still filled with gratitude and concern, asking: "Then...they won't die, will they?"

  Langya smiled lightly and shook her head: "I don't know!" Her tone was full of indifference, not putting the lives and deaths of these people in her heart at all.

  Liáng Xīn furrowed his brow, he was extremely disgusted with this kind of attitude, and in just this short day, everywhere was filled with this kind of attitude that didn't put other people's lives in their eyes! The cultivators' attitude towards ordinary people, the old Dong'e's attitude towards the cultivators, and the Eight Great Heavenly Gates' attitude of treating the massacre as a joke!

  Qingmo's attention was focused on 'evil magic', looking at Langya with some surprise: "Are you a person of the evil way?"

  Silver Needle Snatches the Truth, Wraps and Overturns the Genuine Origin. This evil technique, several hundred years ago, had made the Orthodox Cultivators suffer greatly. In terms of reputation, it's probably not much smaller than the 'Heavenly Demon's' Demonic Technique.

  Langya smiled and nodded!

  In these four hundred years, the Orthodox has been able to rest and recover, while the evil path has also grown in secret. Just the nine gray-robed iron-faced men who appeared this time in Tongchuan Prefecture are enough to shock all the cultivators in the world.

  Liang Xin and Qing Mo exchanged a glance, both of their gazes filled with surprise and confusion, unable to understand why Lang Ya had sought them out. Lang Ya seemed unwilling to say more at the moment, a bright smile spreading across his face as he turned to Qing Mo: "The evil Daoists in this place are not just limited to us ten people." As he spoke, he actually looked towards Dong Ling Xian Sheng.

  Mr. Dongling smiled and slowly opened his mouth: "The right path and the evil path are what you cultivators of the Central Plains say, and have nothing to do with us. In those years, you joined forces to kill all my sect members. Now that you're down on your luck, you're trying to label us as evil. Humph! Xuan Buqiao doesn't even bother to reason with you!"

  Liáng Xīn's brain was messed up again by them. Smart people love to say half a sentence, don't know which tradition this bad habit came from...

  Langya smiled and said, "You guys catch up first, I'll find you later when you're done." Then she slipped away to a distance, enjoying the view. Suddenly, as if remembering something, she excitedly jumped into the tall grass...

  Nine grey-robed iron-faced men, now also recovered a bit of strength, laboriously stood up and slowly left. From start to finish, they didn't say a word or utter half a sentence.

  Dong Ling's face was stern, and Hong Pao looked ugly. However, when the two of them looked at Liang Xin, they both showed a hint of affection in their expressions. They carefully sized him up from head to toe, especially Song Hong Pao, who became more and more delighted as he looked, until finally bursting out laughing: "I say, this kid really does look quite like his father!"

  Song Hongpao's ugly face immediately set in a cruel and sinister expression, staring fiercely at Dongzhai: "Xuan, all these years, you haven't taken care of Master Liang's descendants?" If the dwarf had the strength now, it seemed like he would have jumped up and started fighting.

  Mr. Dongling sighed and shook his head: "How would I know! For nearly three hundred years, I have never entered the world, so I don't even know what his descendants are like!"

  Song Hongpao still refused to give in, glaring at Dongzhai with his triangular eyes for a long time before finally waving his hand and cursing loudly: "Forget it! You first make things clear with your side's affairs, then I'll talk about my side's."

  Dong Ling let out a sigh, his expression also filled with extreme regret. He didn't bother to explain anymore and instead turned around to ask Liang Xin: "Have you heard of the Moro Courtyard?"

  Liang Xin had certainly heard of it! Seven hundred years ago, the orthodox and evil joined forces for the first time to eradicate the heretic Molo Temple that possessed the Linglong Jade Box in the extreme north ice field.

  And this Mr. Dong Ling, Xuan Bu Jiong, was a leftover from that battle seven hundred years ago.

  Seven hundred years ago, Xuan Paoxiao was the most outstanding young master in the Ma Luo Sect, but his youthful arrogance led to a great disaster. After being expelled from the sect, he narrowly escaped the joint assassination of good and evil forces that followed soon after, preserving his life.

  The Ma Luo Sect is located in a remote and desolate place, and whether it's cultivation or magic, they are vastly different from the Central Plains school. The most important difference is that their cultivation, like Liang Xin's, does not require a Dao heart. According to the classification of cultivators in the Central Plains, even if Xuan Bu Xiao's cultivation were to reach the heavens, without a Dao heart, he would not be able to comprehend the Heavenly Way and would eventually go mad from demonic energy, and fundamentally could not be considered a cultivator.

  Although he was expelled from the Ma Luo Sect, Xuan Pao Xiao still decided to avenge himself after learning that his sect had been destroyed. However, with only one person's power, how could he possibly challenge the Zhong Tu Xiu Zhen Dao? Xuan Pao Xiao could only kill some lone ordinary cultivators to vent his anger, until many years later when he met Liang Yi Er. At that time, Hong Tai Zu had already pacified the world, and Liang Yi Er was preparing to establish the Jiu Long Si.

  He said here, Xuan Pei suddenly paused, and then smiled and asked Liang Xin: "The nine dragon temple has four subordinate courts, among which the strongest is the mountain moving court. Liang Xin, do you know what the two words 'moving mountains' imply?"

  Xuan Bao Xiao stretched out his finger and drew a large "xian" character on the ground, but his expression was actually excited, laughing: "The xian character, going to the mountain, is a person. Moving mountains, moving mountains, what's being moved isn't the mountain, but the immortal! The meaning of moving mountains is to drive the immortals out of the world!!"

  He said, Xuan Paoxiao waved his palm and erased the mountain next to the "Xian" character, leaving only a large human radical, and continued: "In the past, Hong Taizu was arrogant and did not believe in gods or worship the Tao. He said that as an emperor, one must protect humanity! Liang Daren was even more dissatisfied with the harm caused by cultivators to humans, so he established the Jiulong Temple, which had a department called Banshan Institute under its jurisdiction. The Banshan Institute only had one responsibility: to manage gods, ghosts, and monsters; if they dared to let mortals suffer, they would be killed without pardon! And the motto of Banshan Institute was only eight words: 'The Great Way faces Heaven, each walks their own path!' It means that humans will not interfere with the immortal world or ghost realm, and those demons, gods, and ghosts should not come to harm humans either. Everyone goes their separate ways, without interfering with each other."

  At this time, Song Hongpao, who had been listening quietly, couldn't help but interject with a strange smile: "As the saying goes: when gods fight, mortals suffer. Before the Mountain Moving Institute was established, those cultivators and demons didn't care about the lives of mortals. After a battle, the mountain would collapse, and innocent people would be affected. There were even soul-refining demons who collected human essence and blood. But after the Nine Dragons Institute's Mountain Moving Institute was established, who dared to run amok in the mortal world? The adults would command their subordinates to kill them at their doorstep, destroy their lairs, tear apart their divine beasts, and not stop until those bastards were completely exterminated! Who dares to be arrogant and disregard others' lives?"

  The Dahong Dynasty's Jiulong Department has a Mountain Moving Institute under its jurisdiction, which is not in charge of ordinary human affairs, but a specialized institution for dealing with cultivators!