Tongtian Peak, towering into the clouds, stands tall and majestic, still so ethereal and ethereal, still untainted by any tackiness of the world, as if it also opens its arms to welcome their arrival.

Song Daren took Zhang Xiaofan and landed on the sea of ​​clouds with Tian Linger. From the Yuqing Palace on the top of the mountain in the distance, the distant ringing of bells could be heard.

Tian Buyi and Suru could not see anyone at this moment. They had probably gone to Yuqing Palace first. On the sea of ​​clouds, many disciples from Nagato and other branches gathered. At this time, they saw Song Daren and others arriving.

, there was a commotion, and many eyes turned to Zhang Xiaofan who was standing behind.

Countless whispers were floating here and there above the sea of ​​clouds, like those floating clouds. Song Daren and Tian Linger both had tense faces, pretending to ignore the gazes of the people around them.

After a while, a person walked out of the crowd and walked towards the three of them. This person was Chang Jian, a disciple of Tongtian Peak, who was ordered to lead several people into the Yuqing Palace.

Song Daren, Tian Linger and Zhang Xiaofan followed him, passed through the sea of ​​clouds, passed through the eyes of countless Qingyun disciples, arrived at the edge of Hongqiao, and walked up.

Zhang Xiaofan looked at the red half of the sky and couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. The golden sunlight shone on him, making him unable to look directly at it for a moment, with endless brilliance.

At the foot of Qingyun Mountain, in a remote place, four people, three men and one woman, stood side by side, looking at Qingyun Mountain quietly.

After a while, the oldest Poison God suddenly smiled and said: "I never thought that I would come back here in my lifetime."

The Ghost King standing next to him smiled calmly and said: "With Taoist Brother Yuyangzi in charge of the overall situation, it will not be surprising if we can return here. After a while, we will even reach the top of Tongtian Peak."

There is a middle-aged man beside him, elegant and handsome, with eyebrows on his temples, and a green Taoist robe. He seems to be a righteous person, but his true identity is Yu Yangzi, the master of the Demon Sect's Changsheng Hall.

Among them, the Changsheng Hall is a very special faction, because it has always been this faction responsible for guarding the most important holy place of the Demon Sect in the wilderness - the temple. And the purpose of this lineage is just like its name.

They only pursue immortality. However, they are among the four major factions of the Demon Sect. When doing things, they often use unscrupulous means, which is completely opposite to the righteous way of pursuing immortality. This time, Yuyangzi was elected by everyone as the person in charge of major events of the Demon Sect.

He said in high spirits and very proudly.

"Qingyun Sect has been oppressing our holy religion for hundreds of years, and we must seek justice from them today."

Standing next to Yuyangzi is a woman who looks to be in her thirties. She has a very beautiful appearance, a dull look, no makeup, and a somewhat cold and holy aura. She is somewhat similar to Lu Xueqi's temperament, but

She is the only female sect leader among the four major sects of the Demon Sect, Sanmiao Fairy, the leader of the Hehuan Sect, said with a sweet smile.

"This time we must break through the Yuqing Temple, and we will avoid the shame of the Qingyun Sect's invasion of the temple!"

For a time, both the good and the devil gathered in Qingyun Mountain, and a battle between good and evil was about to begin. I don't know how many people will die here, and how much blood will be shed.

Fan Yuxiao sat quietly in front of the Dazhu Peak Shoujing Hall. Behind him was the pine tree that had survived for thousands of years. It was difficult for the three of them to hug each other. He still had half a gourd of monkey wine in his hand, and he poured it into his mouth.

He took a sip and tasted it carefully, but his mind was already on the Yuqing Palace on Tongtian Peak. He was listening to the noisy arguments, watching the four demon sects invade the Yuqing Palace, and watching Daoxuan Daoist Master being killed by Cang Cang.

Song Taoist plotted, listening to Cangsong Taoist's nostalgia and admiration for Wan Jianyi, watching the two masters of good and evil fighting fiercely in the Yuqing Hall, blood flowing freely, no longer the otherworldly world of the past, and even seeing Zhu Xian

The divine power of the ancient sword and the colorful sword light enveloped the entire Qingyun Mountain, defeating the demon sect in one fell swoop and fleeing in embarrassment. Finally, the Dharma Minister of Tianyin Temple stood up to wash away Zhang Xiaofan's grievances and exposed what Pu Zhi had done back then.

for.

After Lin Jingyu heard Pu Zhi's obsession and brutally slaughtered all the villagers for the mystery of immortality, he became furious, unsheathed his dragon-slaying sword, and rushed towards the people in Tianyin Temple, hissing crazily.

shouted.

"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you..."

Emotionally broken, his voice was hoarse, he had a look of madness on his face, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like Shura. Unfortunately, Lin Jingyu was stopped by everyone and was unable to cut out the sharp sword in his hand.

Zhang Xiaofan let out a low and miserable laugh, his eyes were full of blood, and two tears of blood shed from the corners of his eyes. He felt like a fool, being beaten around by others, and he muttered to himself in despair.

"How could it be like this? How could it be like this?"

The voice was full of doubts and incomprehensions. The confusion gradually spread, and the voice gradually grew louder. It resounded throughout the Yuqing Hall, echoing in waves. The voice was full of despair and madness, and everyone looked at that person.

Zhang Xiaofan with his head lowered.

The Faxiang looked at the desperate Zhang Xiaofan with a look of shame on his face, clasped his hands together and comforted him.

"Junior Brother Zhang, you, you have to take care of your health and let the past be bygones! There are still many days ahead..."

Zhang Xiaofan suddenly raised his head, his eyes were red and bloody, and his cheeks were covered with blood and tears. His expression was extremely crazy, his facial features were distorted, and he was still crazy and possessed. There was a chilling horror in his cold eyes, which seemed to be a roar in his throat.

, seemed to be a curse squeezed out from between the teeth, vicious and harsh.

"Go to hell!"

At this moment, Zhang Xiaofan seemed to have turned into a completely different person. His whole body was full of murderous aura, his face and muscles were twisted, and he was extremely ferocious. The fire stick in his right hand shone brightly, and the blood-devouring bead seemed to be reborn.

The black energy enveloped Zhang Xiaofan, and even his face gradually began to change.

The Dharma Minister was horrified when he saw this and quickly persuaded him.

"Junior Brother Zhang, throw away that evil stick quickly. Don't let the evil force invade you!"

“Hahahahaha!

!

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"What right way? What justice? You are all lying to me. I have worked hard to support him, and I am willing to die to keep his secret, but who am I?"

"Who am I?

!”

Zhang Xiaofan opened his arms, looked up to the sky and roared, with his hair floating behind him like an evil ghost. His voice was shrill and crazy, echoing between heaven and earth, touching the soul and making people cry.

Fa Xiang was even more anxious. With one leap, he was about to bully Zhang Xiaofan and snatch the soul-eating rod from his hand.

Suddenly a green figure broke into the Yuqing Palace, and a small white flower flew out, forcing the Fa Xiang back. It was the sad little flower. Baguio, the daughter of the Ghost King, stood in front of Zhang Xiaofan, her eyes were reddish, and she looked at her with distress.

The desperate figure behind him said softly.
Chapter completed!