Qingyun Mountain,

Tongtian Peak, towering into the clouds, stands tall and majestic, still so ethereal and yet so untouched by the vulgarity of the world, as if he was also open his arms and welcomed something.

Outside the Yuqing Hall, a large group of people stood densely. Looking closely, they were all from the right path.

Including the head of Qingyun, Dao Zhenren, and an elder from the Fenxiang Valley.

Behind them, other well-known figures from the Qingyun Burning Incense Sect also stood here.

I don’t know who he actually has such a great face?

Among the three people in the Burning Xiang Valley, one withered old man stood with silver silk on his head and his hands behind his back. Both of them were women, and the two women had one common characteristic, all of which were extremely beautiful. At that stop, they would involuntarily attract the attention of some people. One was like a goddess descending to earth, and the other was because of her tall figure and gracefulness.

It was Yan Hong and Liu Xiaoxiao who Li Xun had been talking about for a long time.

But at this moment, Liu Xiaoxiao's face was expressionless, as if she had something to worry about in her heart, so she frowned and never felt relieved.

Moreover, as the surroundings always whispered discussions, they looked at the woman from time to time, making her expression even more gloomy.

The heads of the clans of the Cangsong Taoist, Zeng Shuchang, Master Shuiyue and other veins were also present at Qingyunmen.

Including Xiao Yicai, the eldest disciple who had disappeared for a long time, also stood behind Daoxuan Zhenren.

Among the crowd, Lu Xueqi, the most outstanding and most popular figure in Qingyun Sect in recent years, also had a bit of sadness in her face at this time.

In addition, Lin Jingyu and Zeng Shushu did not see anyone.

The sky is high and the air is clear, the sky is cloudless, and the mountain wind is gentle and blowing constantly, giving people a feeling of relaxation and joy.

If it weren't for the fact that there were too many grudges, hatreds and killings in this mundane world, and it would be like a fairyland on earth.

gradually,

The first beam of sunlight in the morning finally shone on earth, sprinkling softly on Tongtian Peak. The clear water waves on both sides of the rainbow bridge emerged in the layers of rippling ripples.

I don't know who shouted.

"The coffin is here~!"

Instant,

Everyone's eyes were all focused.

Tian Buyi and all the disciples of Dazhu Peak.

Under the rising sun, a figure appeared.

then,

Qi Hao, Zeng Shushu, and Lin Jingyu are also here.

Behind them, a long...

Yes, today is the taboo for Tian Ling'er to bury. The original intention was in Tian Buyi's idea, and he didn't want to alarm too many people, but the head teacher specifically asked him to pause when he passed Tongtian Peak.

This is also the last comfort he can give to his junior brother as the head of the sect.

Tian Buyi was full of heart and heavy.

But now that he has walked here and looked at everything in the distance, he suddenly fell into a long-lost memory.

After a moment, he took a deep breath and looked into the distance. The vast world was like an incredible huge picture, which made people inaccessible...

"clang!……"

In the Yuqing Hall on the top of the mountain, there was another crisp sound of bells and tripods.

The melodious bells make people sober.

When Qi Hao saw the disciples who fell into silence as Tian Buyi stopped, he whispered: "Senior Brother Song, we are coming soon, go and remind Master Tian!"

Song Daren responded, and now everyone has agreed to the master's approach.

I couldn't help but look at Zhang Xiaofan behind me, but saw the junior brother staring at the top of the mountain in a daze, expressionless.

He sighed again.

Tian Buyi had already come back to his senses. With his cultivation level, Qi Hao could hear him even if he was not directed to him.

One step, one step.

Everyone walked slowly upwards, and the people were getting higher and higher.

gradually,

For some reason, Zhang Xiaofan behind him felt that his heart was getting heavier and heavier.

The closer the place in front of him was, the faster his heartbeat.

Unknown and inexplicable tension enveloped him.

He suddenly felt a hint of absurdity.

On the Yuqing Hall of Tongtian Peak, another distant bell rang among the mountains...

Zhang Xiaofan looked at the opposite side and couldn't help but remember the situation when he came here a few days ago. He just recalled it a little, and in the end the heads went back by themselves.

"They are easy to deal with!"

Thinking of this, it seemed that the weight in my heart had also been reduced a little bit at this moment.

"I'm sorry, don't blame me. Who made you choose him!"

Walk, walk.

One step, one step.

Zhang Xiaofan's pace is getting stronger and stronger;

Becoming more and more determined.

His eyes only looked forward.

That temple gradually became clear and seemed like a fairyland!

How many memories are frozen here!

How much future is responding to him.

He was in front of the steps without stopping, because he had no regrets after doing it.

The mountain wind blows, and countless pictures seem to dance in the wind, rustling, echoing in front of his eyes.

Zhang Xiaofan took a deep breath. This world only has fresh, sweet and free air that belongs to this place.

He stepped on it.

The past is like a tide, and it surges into my heart.

....

.........

At the foot of Qingyun Mountain, there were four people standing side by side, three men and one woman, quietly looking at Qingyun Mountain.

After a while, the oldest Poison God suddenly smiled and said, "I didn't expect that I would return here in my lifetime."

The Ghost King standing beside him smiled faintly and said, "Senior, you are in charge of the overall situation, not only can you return here. In a while, it is not surprising that we will reach the top of Tongtian Peak."

The poisonous god immediately shook his head and smiled, "Brother Ghost King, have we already discussed it? This major event will be led by Brother Yu Yangzi of Changshengtang, and we are just front-line pawns."

As he said that, he turned his head and said to the man on the other side: "That's right! Brother Yuyangzi, haha."

Yu Yangzi, one of the four major sects of the Demon Sect, the leader of Changshengtang, has a handsome face with eyebrows and a very handsome appearance. He looks like a man in his early thirties, but he has actually been a member of the Demon Sect who has practiced for hundreds of years.

Among the Demon Sect, Changshengtang is an extremely special faction, because it has always been this faction responsible for guarding the most important holy land of the Demon Sect, the Temple, in the wilderness. The purpose of this lineage is just like its name, just to pursue immortality.

It’s just that they are among the four major factions of the Demon Cult and are in action.

They are often used by any means, which is completely opposite to the way of seeking immortality in the right way. I will talk about this later.

This time, the Demon Sect secretly came to Qingyun Mountain. Yu Yangzi arrived here. After several secret discussions, the head of the Demon Sect who was elected as the major event of the Demon Sect was inevitably a little proud. He smiled and said, "The Qingyun Sect has been bullying our Holy Sect for a hundred years. Today, we must seek justice from them."

The Ghost King smiled and said, "It's OK."

After saying that, he turned his head and smiled at the woman standing next to him, the only female leader among the four major sects. Fairy Sanmiao of the Hehuan Sect said, "Wait a moment, I will also look at your magical Taoist Dharma."

Fairy Sanmiao was born in the Hehuan Sect, which is one of the most famous among the Demon Sects. She has a very beautiful appearance, but she has no intention of being a slight person in the past. She has a faint face and does not apply makeup. Instead, she has a kind of beauty that is out of the dust. She is somewhat similar to Lu Xueqi on the Xiaozhu Peak on Qingyun Mountain.

After hearing the words of the Ghost King, Fairy Sanmiao smiled faintly. He said, "The three Taoist brothers are all great figures who have seen the world, far better than me, a little girl. But we all made a great oath in front of the throne of the Virgin Mary. We must work together this time. Yixue was ashamed of being humiliated by the temple back then. I hope the three Taoist brothers will abandon their past grudges together. Don't let the foreword down."

The Ghost King and the other two looked at each other and said, "Don't worry, fairy, we have no different intentions."

Fairy Sanmiao smiled slightly, then turned to the Ghost King and said, "Brother Ghost King, I have been here for several days, why don't I see my niece?"

The Ghost King was stunned and said, "You said that girl Biyao is so playful that child, and doesn't know where he went. Don't you know what the fairy has to do with her?"

Fairy Sanmiao said lightly: "It's nothing, but I recently heard that the daughter got a treasure, which was the strange treasure Hehuan Ling handed down by Mrs. Jinling. Is there anything wrong?"

The Poison God and Yu Yangzi were slightly moved. Obviously, the name of Mrs. Jinling must be treated with caution even for a demon giant like them.

The Ghost King's face changed, and there was a faint light in his eyes, and he said, "I don't know where the fairy got this news?"

Fairy Sanmiao stretched out her jade-like hand, gently combed her hair, and said expressionlessly: "Of course I heard it. Brother Ghost King Dao, Mrs. Jinling is the senior ancestor of our Hehuan Sect eight hundred years ago. The Hehuan Sect left behind by her has always been the treasure of our Hehuan Sect. I believe you know this too?"
To be continued...