When Xiaozi saw Murong Xue leaving, she glanced at Zhang Hao who was drunk and confused, and said with a hint of anger: "Senior Brother, you don't use your spiritual power to relieve your drunkenness!"

Zhang Hao on the dangerous cliff slept soundly, his breathing was as long as a turtle, and a mellow smell of wine was emitted from his body. A breeze blew, wrinkling the surging clouds and mist. The aroma of wine mixed in the mist made Xiaozi feel a little fumigated.

Xiaozi shouted, "Don't care about you!" and then floated away!

Although Zhang Hao was seventy or eighty-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-sleeping-only-eight-eight-sleeping-only-eight-sleeping-only-sleeping, he saw Xiaozi leaving, opened his eyes slightly, glanced at Xiaozi's back and smiled, "Don't worry about me, I just need to rest here for a while!"

There was Xiaozi's figure on the empty platform, with only the surging clouds and mists, stirring ups and downs.

The sky was a little gloomy, and the blue sky became densely covered with lead clouds.

Zhang Hao's eyes opened a narrow gap slightly, and he looked at the abnormal phenomenon above his head, and felt a little uneasy. The blood in his body surged like a tide. When the spiritual power was activated, it immediately resolved the drunkenness contained in his body and stood up from the ground in a panic.

Shang suddenly appeared beside Zhang Hao, and he also looked up at the strange phenomenon in the sky.

The dark clouds surging in the depths of Tianhuang, but in a few breaths, the sky that had been covered with thousands of miles in Tianhuang was dark.

Zhang Hao circulated the spiritual power of the Nine Yang Qi in his body poured into his eyes, and his eyes opened and closed, and a splendor appeared.

A golden light rushed straight into the depths of the sky above my head.

The golden light rushed into the sky, with Zhang Hao's spiritual consciousness attached to it. The spiritual consciousness spread in the air to explore the depths of the void.

Blood, blood... Above the dark clouds in the depths of the void are actually a sea of ​​blood composed of fine bloodshots, and the ocean of bloodshots is gradually invading the clouds.

Zhang Hao withdrew his spiritual sense and raised his head again, the cloud above his head had turned into a blood cloud.

His heart suddenly shook, and countless thoughts turned to his mind.

Shang Bai's eyebrows fluttered with the wind, and his narrow eyes showed a hint of ruthlessness, and he slowly said, "What should come will come in the end, you don't need to panic!"

"Demon!" "Demon!" "Demon!" Outside the hall of the Daode Sect, an eleven or two-year-old Taoist boy looked at the blood clouds emerging above the Daode Sect, his steps were floating, and he stumbled all the way, rolling and crawling from the outer hall and running into the inner hall of the Daode Sect.

An old man with long hair and white eyebrows drooped shoulders was sitting upright on the bluestone in the inner hall of the Daode Sect, meditating intently. Suddenly, he heard the Taoist boy screaming, his eyes wide open. When he was about to hear the words from the Taoist boy, he shook his head and sighed.

"Demon!" What an ancient word, how could there be demons appear in the Great World of the Fen Shen?"

The old man stood up from the cushion and cursed: "Qingxu, you are here to deceive the public and disturb the disciples of the sect. Do you know your guilt!"

The little Taoist boy called Qingxu was at this moment, and he was holding his hands on his knees and took a deep breath. When his breath calmed a little, he stammered and said, "Old ancestor, the demon is really here!" When he looked up and saw that the old man's eyes were like lightning, his expression was so powerful that his legs were weak, and he fainted.

When the old man saw his figure, he helped the little Taoist boy up and cursed softly: "You little bastard, don't pretend. The ancestors do not cure you for disturbing the sect. Wake up quickly!"

After saying that, he looked at the Taoist boy with a closer look and saw that the Taoist boy had a cold sweat on his forehead and his hands and feet were cold. He was really frightened to see his appearance.

The old man sighed at the sight. The three generations of disciples of the Tao De Sect are worse than the other. If he cannot break through the golden elixir, his life span will be only five or six years. If he turns to the west, he is afraid that this Tao De Sect will not have a place in this world!

At this moment, a woman's voice came from outside the hall: "Old ancestor, ancestor, come and see!"

When the old man heard the spiritual power in his heart was like a tide, his qi and blood surged rapidly, and no matter how he suppressed it, he could not suppress it. He vomited blood from his mouth, dyeing the solemn and solemn hall a little bleak and bloody.

However, although he was just a low-level cultivator, he was the leader of the Moral Sect. Naturally, he could not show such a embarrassing look in front of his disciples. He quickly wiped the blood from the corners of his lips with his long sleeves and calmed his spiritual power. Then he strode from the house into the outer hall, looking up at the bloody sky, feeling helpless, heavy and lonely in his heart.

The old man stared at the sky with a dull expression. After a few breaths, the old man's silver-white hair turned into dead gray, and gray wrinkles were piled up on his rosy face in just a moment.

The old man looked back at the Daode Sect's hall, then looked at his granddaughter with concern, as if muttering to himself: "Take the bluestones of the Daode Sect, the jade slips from the sect, and the spirit stones to join the Hongchen Sword Sect! The ancestor's life is about to end, and dying old in this Daode Hall is considered a place to die. You and Qingxu don't have to be sad!"

If Zhang Hao was here, he would definitely recognize this woman. The last time she was watching the battle in Gui Wangyuan, she was dressed as a man. The woman was about sixteen years old, she was a little thin and looked very lively and a little clever, and she had a bit of cleverness in her eyebrows.

But she suddenly saw that her ancestor was in such a state that she had long lost her usual liveliness and freedom, and cried in a panic: "What's wrong with you, ancestor? What should you do if you have something to do with this Daode Sect?"

The old man with white eyebrows only looked at the woman and closed his eyes and said, "Why should you be too sad? No one is dead? Ling'er, come here!" After the old man said that, he coughed violently a few times, and his face turned even more gray.

When Qingling heard the old man's words, she cried and shouted: "Old ancestor, the old ancestor, came towards the old man!"

When the old man with white eyebrows saw Qing Ling'er approaching and approaching three feet, he suddenly raised his right hand and formed a strange seal, and a soft white light wrapped the woman.

When Qing Ling'er walked into the old man's three feet distance, he suddenly couldn't move, but the old man's voice came from his ears, "Ling'er, you concentrate your mind and gather your energy, hide your spirit in the sea of ​​consciousness, and stabilize your soul in the seven orifices and six meridians!"

After the old man finished speaking, he stopped talking. He saw the sky gate above his head open, and the vast spiritual power in his body turned into a soft white light and penetrated into Qing Ling'er's body.

Half an hour later, the old man whispered slowly, "Ling'er, go find Zhang Hao from Hongchen Sword Sect. This is the Hongchen Order left by Hongchenzi. If he thinks of his master's affection, you and Qingxu may have a glimmer of hope! Remember, remember!"

After the old man said that, he had no vitality and his breath dissipated.

Qing Ling'er was infused with all her cultivation into her body by her ancestors using the method of gathering spirits. Although her spiritual power in her body was extremely strong, she was extremely panicked.

A triangular red dust order was picked up from the ground, and the old man's body was carried into the depths of the Daode Sect. He picked up Qingxu, who was still unconscious, and ran down the mountain.

Fortunately, the Hongchen Sword Sect and the Daode Sect are only hundreds of miles apart. At this moment, Qing Ling'er's body is full of spiritual power, and in just half an hour he arrived at the foot of the Hongchen Sword Sect Mountain.

The mountain hanging in the north of Tianhuang is Sancai Gate.

Liu Yan held two maces weighing more than a thousand pounds in his hand, and looked at the increasingly dense blood clouds above his head. He raised his strong arms and roared up to the sky.

He looked back at the disciples and said, "I was originally a gangster. Now that the troubled times are coming, the demons are about to be born. This is the opportunity given to us by God. We will take this opportunity to rob the family and rob, and then everyone will leave this ghost place together!"

Liu Yan stood beside the crocodile's mouth at the mountain gate, his face trembled, and his eyes appeared. Before the demon came out, he was like a demon in this way.

The Sancai Sect is a group of low-level warriors, gangsters, and bullies gathered. They all came to Tianhuang to avoid disasters and avoid trouble because they committed murder in their towns. They were calm in Tianhuang for decades and were already idle. At this moment, they finally encountered such evil things and had long forgotten how they were chased by their enemies and fled into Tianhuang in a mess.

At this moment, these cultivators were bewitched by Liu Yan and were already restless and eager to try.

A thin cultivator who seemed to be a human, strode to Liu Yan and said, "Master, Old Piaomiao is dead now, and Qixuanmen is closest to us. Should we go to Piaomiao Peak to enjoy the scenery first!"

When Liu Yan heard this, he laughed at the sky, as if a pervert saw his wife with bare butts, and shouted in an urgent manner: "Let's go, let's go to Qixuan Gate!"

Piaomiao Peak, Qixuan Gate.

Since Liu Suifeng was beaten half to death by Zhang Hao last time, Taoist Piaomiao spent countless pills to take this life from the hands of the King of Hell. Although he became the head sect, he really had to be careful of Su Lun and Yi Yan.

Yi Yan lost the Subhuti fruit a month ago, so he was always on guard against Yi Yan.

This guy seems reckless and straightforward, and speaks straightforwardly, but he didn't expect to be so scheming and so scoundrel.

Su Lun, a arrogant guy, laughed and trembled all over when he heard the reason why Yi Yan lost the fruit.

When you see Liu Suifeng, you will moan: "I saw a ball of fiery red light flashing, and the three Subhuti fruits lost their traces!"

This made Liu Suifeng look disgraced and had no momentum or prestige of the head.

At this moment, he was sitting upright on the white ** where Taoist Piaomiao was usually sitting upright on practicing.

Yi Yan suddenly ran in like a fire cloud, yelling like a mountain man: "Madman! It's not good! It's a mess in the sky! Blood stains the blue sky, and lonely souls wander in the forest. This is what Hongchenzi said to our leader, and now he should be remembered!"

The suppressed anger in Liu Suifeng's heart instantly resolved the words Yi Yan said, and he also seemed a little panicked in his eyebrows.

Taoist Piaomiao mentioned this sentence in front of the three of them many times before. If it really came true at this moment, what would happen to the Qixuan Gate?

Thinking of the key point here, he immediately walked out of the house with great strides.

When I looked up, I saw blood staining the sky, covering the sky and the sun was covered with blood.

At this moment, Su Lun ran up from the bottom of the mountain with a panic look and shouted loudly: "Liu Yan from Sancai Sect leads his disciples, who have gathered at the foot of Piaomiao Peak!"

When Liu Suifeng heard a cold and cold light flashed between Yingting's eyebrows, he snorted coldly: "Just relying on the bastards from the Sancai Sect, they also want to come and attack our Qixuan Sect!"

I am passing on my oral instructions: "Those who kill the disciples of the Sancai Sect will be rewarded with one third-grade spirit stone, and those who kill Liu Yan's head will be rewarded with three ninth-grade spirit stones!"

Su Lun and Yi Yan looked at each other, each stepped forward and stood beside Liu Suifeng, bowing and saying, "Disciple is willing to follow the leader and kill Liu Yan to death to promote the power of my Qixuanmen!"

No one would have thought that the three people with ulterior motives would become united and defend against foreign enemies because of just one Liu Yan!

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