Chapter 872: Moving and Filling Mountains, the Power of Immortals

Zhang Mo directed the direction, and Li Changxiao drove the carriage. The first stop was the Ghost Blade Sect. There were thousands of Ghost Blade Sect members standing on a majestic mountain. The mountain was called "Ghost Blade Mountain", and half of the west side was cut off. The knife energy was attached to it. When the midday sun shone on it, it reflected like a mirror.

Zhang Mo and Li Changxiao's carriage came from the west. Seven or eight miles away from the Ghost Blade Mountain, the sun was dazzling and the weather was scorching. Looking up, I saw that the Ghost Blade Mountain was so majestic. The mountain on the west was cut into a stone mirror, reflecting all the sunlight to the west.

Therefore, the vegetation on the west side was lush, but the thirteen villages living there had a hard time. The Ghost Blade Mountain was called "Sun Mountain", and it was hot and sunny in summer. It was simply unbearable to be exposed to the sun after passing through this mountain.

Li Changxiao communicated with an old farmer. The old man told him that because of the existence of the "Sun Mountain", many people in the neighboring 18 villages died of sunburn every year. The middle-class villagers gathered people and went up the mountain to ask for an explanation, but the Ghost Blade Sect was powerful, with thousands of disciples, each with unique skills, and even the local countries did not dare to provoke them. How could ordinary villagers get an advantage?

Li Changxiao heard this, smiled and patted his chest, and told the old man that he happened to be going to teach the leader of the Ghost Blade Sect a lesson. He helped them deal with this troublesome matter. Because it was a convenient matter, he would not charge for the fundraising.

The old man was so scared that he hurriedly stopped in front of the car and did not let Li Changxiao pass. He was afraid that the young man would go up the mountain to ask for an explanation on impulse. If his hands and feet were cut off and thrown down the mountain, it would be a great tragedy. So he persuaded him earnestly. He said that Li Changxiao was young and had such a beautiful wife, so he must not be brave at that moment. He didn't need to take care of the matter here. Even if he did, it would be useless, because the mountain mirror had been formed for decades. It would be extremely difficult for ordinary people to leave a scratch on the stone, let alone destroy the mountain mirror.

The old man's daughter-in-law naturally refers to Zhang Mo who was standing aside. After hearing this, Zhang Mo laughed like a silver bell. The old man took the opportunity and said, "Look, if I can marry such a beautiful woman, I will find a cave, close the door, and live by myself. How dare I meddle in other people's affairs."

Seeing that the old man's misunderstanding was getting deeper and deeper, the two were too lazy to speak. Li Changxiao has always been casual and unwilling to explain everything clearly. Li Changxiao drove the carriage away, and before leaving, he smiled and said, "Old man, I'm going to trouble Guimendao just to avenge this woman, I can't avoid it."

The old man was stunned, watching Li Changxiao leave the carriage, shook his head and sighed, "Love is the word. That girl must have been ruined by Guidaomen. That man will fight to the death to ask for an explanation. He can't be pulled back."

After leaving, the two talked about the old man in the farm and both found it funny. Li Changxiao was generous and felt that the old man was honest and kind. He always wanted to see good people have more blessings, so he waved his hand. The breeze carried the blessings and fell on the old man.

Li Changxiao laughed loudly: "Let's go, to trouble." Zhang Mo followed: "Let's go." The carriage stopped at the foot of the mountain. The rest of the journey was alone.

Zhang Mo asked: "You work harder, at least give one punch to each person. Beat Han Sandao to death." Li Changxiao stretched his muscles and made a gesture of relief.

Zhang Mo looked around and saw a stone bench. She sat down on it, crossed her legs, and watched the show with interest. A disciple of the Ghost Blade Sect saw someone breaking into the mountain and shouted, "That kid, what are you doing here! This is the important place of the mountain gate, quickly retreat!" After saying that, he stretched out his hand to push.

Li Changxiao smiled and punched him in the face. The disciple flew seven or eight feet away and fell into the lake, never to wake up again. Li Changxiao's moves were slow, but it was impossible to avoid. One punch per person, ten punches per step, and soon he finished dealing with the disciples around him.

Zhang Mo was not far away, and after seeing the clues, she couldn't help sweating. She thought that she could already compete with the monks of the Divine Transformation. Even if she was not as skilled as the monks, she was not bad. But when she saw Li Changxiao punching, she imagined herself facing Li Changxiao. But she also felt that there was no difference between her and the many disciples of the mountain gate, and she was afraid that she would not be able to avoid even a punch.

Zhang Mo was amazed. Li Changxiao's method was too deep and profound, and his Tao was too mysterious. Then she was happy for him. She watched alone and felt it was too boring, so she opened the magic box and pulled Hua Baibai out. Hua Baibai's situation at this moment was no different from Zhang Mo's at the beginning. They were both unable to move, and their beautiful faces were full of aggrieved and resentful expressions.

Hua Baibai saw Li Changxiao's true face and realized that the two were in the same group. Li Changxiao felt that beating people like this was too boring, so he clenched his right fist and hovered in the air, letting his disciples lead the punches themselves.

Zhang Mo suddenly remembered that more than a hundred years ago, one of her disciples asked her after seeing her: "Master, is there a palm method that makes others hit it by themselves? Disciple wants to learn." Zhang Mo said at the time: "This child, his brain is confused. Although martial arts emphasizes innovation, it also needs to be down-to-earth."

Now thinking about it, Zhang Mo immediately knew who that disciple had met at the beginning. Unconsciously, his cheeks turned red, and he thought, "This is probably not a boxing method, but a magic method. Not to mention you, even I can't learn it." Li Changxiao walked towards the top of the mountain, and soon he disappeared.

At that time, Han Sandao, the leader of the Ghost Blade Sect, was holding a high-level meeting to discuss the matter of changing the sect. Since the failure to capture Zhang Mo, Han Sandao has been uneasy. After thinking about it, changing the sect may temporarily avoid Zhang Mo's debt collection.

They were discussing the key point. Suddenly, there was a noise outside the door. Then a disciple was kicked and flew in, smashing into the meeting hall. Han Sandao hadn't figured out the situation yet. Li Changxiao was already ruthless and didn't say much. He walked in front of him and punched him in the face. Li Changxiao obviously hit Han Sandao harder. The other Ghost Blade leaders were also similar.

This is a famous sect that is one of the best in the world. In less than one morning, everyone from the newly joined servants to the masters of the sect were beaten to the ground and had no power to resist.

When Li Changxiao beat people, the pain was only the lightest. The nightmare of the rest of his life was just a long torture. If you have evil thoughts, you will have nightmares. It's that simple.

When he walked out of the mountain, he saw that the mountain mirror was still reflecting the sunlight, illuminating the west. Li Changxiao gently flicked his hand and scratched the mountain mirror. He felt that it was not enough, so he cut off the tops of several surrounding mountains and threw them into the nearby river. After soaking them, he "clicked" and filled them on the "Sun Mountain".

After doing this, Li Changxiao blew a breath of fairy wind to dry the water. The half of the Sun Mountain that was cut off was brand new again.

Hua Baibai was lucky enough to see this method and was shocked. When she was born, all the immortals had been destroyed. This was the first time she saw the immortal traces.

The power of immortals is hard to describe.