Since the Qingyun Mountain Tongtian Peak was trained by Qin Mu to form a pillar supporting the sky, people in the radius of thousands of miles will see a green shadow across the sky when they look towards Qingyun.

This pillar seemed to have life, like a real giant tree, growing taller. In just over three months, no one saw its top.

According to the name of Tongtian Peak, Qingyun Gate continued to call it Tongtian Divine Pillar, which is worthy of its name.

With the help of Zhou Yixian, Qin Mu also changed the pattern of the other six peaks, but the Qingyun Sect members at this time had no intention of caring about the changes under their feet, because the Qingyun Sect's thousand-year pattern was finally broken.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, Daoxuan summoned his disciples and announced in public that Qingyun would never say anything about Changmen after that.

In other words, the Tongtian Peak lineage ended in his hands.

Among them, there are reasons why Tongtian Peak itself is no longer suitable for living, and there is also the impact of this change in Feng Shui pattern on Qingyun fortune.

After the Tongtian Divine Pillar was achieved, the luck of the Qingyun Six Peaks was gathered together by this magic weapon.

Therefore, for the past two thousand years, the pattern of Qingyun's seven veins is only divided into age and young, not high or low, and must be changed.

What Daoxuan chose was to use the other six meridians as the foundation, but the former Changmen only accepted excellent disciples, including Daoxuan and Wanjian's first-class Changmen elders who inherited higher-level magical methods.

Give more power to the other six meridians, but greatly enhance the status of the master meridian.

In other words, the number of disciples of this generation of Changsect is too small and their cultivation is still high, so that this is the case.

Tian Buyi looked silently and looked at Dao Xuan, who held his head up to look at the divine pillar of the sky, but there was no reason for him to feel pity in his heart. No one could deny that Dao Xuan's feelings for Qingyun and even for Nagato, now, Nagato ended in his hands.

"Senior Brother Daoxuan, why are you doing this?" Tian Buyi's voice seemed a little weak.

Dao Xuan turned his head and looked at the most unpretentious fat man in the seven peaks. However, he sat on the cliff and reached out to pat him.

"Junior Brother Tian, ​​I have told Junior Brother Wan Jianyi before that you are the one with the most clear mind among my Qingyun disciples. Can't you see the current situation of my Qingyun Sect?" Daoxuan didn't even have a brick to see Tian Buyi sitting beside him, and was still looking into the distance.

Tian Buyi was just silent, as if the clouds in the sky had attracted all his attention.

Daoxuan didn't care, but continued, "Which of your six meridians really convinced me?"

"The Seven Peaks of Qingyun, two thousand years ago, are there one of the six peaks outside Tongtian Peak? I never thought about why Tongtian Peak took over the power?"

Tian Buyi suddenly turned his head and opened the corner of his mouth, but he could only say: "No matter who I, Tian Buyi, never thought of this."

"No? Since I became the head of the sect, what Junior Brother Cangsong said on Longshou Peak is more effective than what I said. In this Qingyun, he has begun to call him the invisible head of the sect."

Daoxuan continued to say as if he couldn't see Tian Buyi's embarrassment.

What else can you say? Silence already represents everything.

Since a hundred years ago, when tens of thousands of swords on Tongtian Peak were sentenced to death, the human hearts of the six meridians have dispersed, and they have vaguely pushed Qingyun to the brink of division.

Even if Wan Jian appears again and again, it cannot win back the hearts of the people that have been estranged. Especially the new generation of disciples have long begun to ignore the majesty of the Nagas.

Daoxuan stood up and no longer looked at Tian Buyi who was still silent.

As soon as he stretched his feet, a blue light lifted him up steadily.

"Junior Brother Buyi, you have many heroes under your sect. If you are in the future, you will definitely have the location of your Dazhu Peak."

"I hope you will put the sky first."

Tian Buyi looked at his left back silently without answering.

Maybe the black bamboo forest that surging like waves knows his answer.

Just looking at the next generation, Tian Ling'er and Lin Jingyu from Dazhu Peak are almost the only ones to compete with them. The only ones who can compete with them are Lu Xueqi, Longshou Peak, Qi Hao, and Changmen. However, only Xiao Yicai is the only one.

Not to mention that Zhang Xiaofan is actually a disciple of Dazhu.

The strength of Dazhu Peak has played an important role in the next generation's Qingyun pattern.

In any case, the last step of the plan has begun to be implemented.

Kongsang Mountain, Wanba Ancient Cave.

Eight hundred years ago, the old man, a senior of the Demon Cult, created the heyday of the Blood Refining Hall, and ordered the Demon Cult to shock the world. But now the disciples of the later generations are unworthy, and this place is desolate and withered, very desolate.

Zhang Xiaofan stood in the familiar blood-dropping cave and revisited the old place, and felt a different feeling in his heart.

When he visited the old place again, he looked at the statues of the King of Ming and the Virgin Mary between the past, the stone walls engraved with the Book of Heaven, and even every inch of rock and every corner of the wall.

It seems that this place is to be printed in my heart.

The faint fragrance came from beside him, and it floated in from his nose, reaching his deep heart. Zhang Xiaofan couldn't help but turn his head to look at Bi Yao beside him, and he saw Yiren also staring at him, his eyes like water, and his indescribable tenderness.

She stared at Zhang Xiaofan and said quietly: "Xiaofan, I will never forget those days in the blood cave."

Her voice seemed to be a little distant at this moment: "It turns out that in the darkness, even when I am about to die, I can find someone to rely on."

Zhang Xiaofan was moved, but he didn't know what to say.

A jade-like hand reached over, Biyao gently grabbed his hand, and a faint tenderness came from her soft skin.

It turns out that despairing days are now the happiest moment in my life.

"We will be better." Zhang Xiaofan said softly, but he didn't know what he was talking about.

Bi Yao seemed to understand and responded softly: "Yes, it would be better."

The Seal of Heaven slowly disappeared into the mountains.

Golden light rose from Kongsang Mountain.

If someone looks at the Central Plains from thousands of miles away at this time, he can see that there are six mountain ranges, all of which are golden light, slowly gathering towards the divine pillar that reaches the sky.

Whether it is knowledgeable or unaware, all eyes are focused on Qingyun.

Bi Yao next to her suddenly trembled. Zhang Xiaofan hugged her gently and said, "It's okay."

But my heart is also empty.

At this time, Qin Mu was standing beside him, standing on the top of the divine pillar that leads to the sky, looking down at the world.

"It's beginning." The Ghost King's voice seemed a little misty in the thin air thousands of miles away.

"Senior Brother Wan." Qin Mu suddenly shouted.

A figure in white suddenly jumped up.

It was like a little firefly, and it began to burn in the vast sky.

The sky turned bloody.

What he was in his hand was the Qingyun Mountain-Suppressing Divine Sword and the Zhuxian Sword.
Chapter completed!