He gently put the dead leaf into his arms, his calm eyes became solid, and the windlessness automatically appeared, and suddenly a phantom appeared, rolling up the fallen leaves around him and rolled.

Lianghuan gently pulled a door.

Squeak ~

An old man looked up at him, his eyes were dull and his expression was indifferent, and he looked at Lianghuan quietly.

Lianghuan looked at him, and the spiritual mystery curse was used. The latter's unswerving eyes were like a dead tree in spring, and green light flashed out in the filling.

"I wonder if this is Xuanyemen?"

The old man did not answer, but opened the door, looking like he was letting him in.

Lianghuan nodded, stepped over the high threshold, stepped into the door, desolate and dilapidated, with fallen leaves and dead trees, and appeared in front of him as if there had been no trace of anyone for a long time.

The old man asked him three times in one step and took him to the main hall.

There is a table table in the hall, a gray-yellow portrait. Half of the incense burner has been extinguished for a long time.

The old man stood calmly.

"A leaf flew across the Xiulan Sea and landed on Xuanyemen."

Lianghuan turned his head and looked at him and waited quietly.

"There will be a dead leaf in the future, but I don't want the dead leaf to not be in spring."

Hearing this, Lianghuan set out, took out a dead leaf from his arms and placed it gently in front of the incense burner. The old man's eyes were not fluctuating, and he bent gently, as if he was a gift for a farewell.

"The dead leaves are not in spring, and the decay of the weeds will not find their roots."

The old man's eyes fluctuated and he opened his mouth calmly.

"We are all weed people, so how can we talk about the Kumen and Xuanmen?"

Lianghuan stretched out his finger and pointed the dead leaves, which turned into green green leaves.

The old man's whole body was stiff and he looked ahead without moving.

"Today's dead leaves are green leaves, but the dry door is the mysterious gate in the future." Liang Huan smiled.

"Who are you?" A crisp voice came from outside the door.

"Lianghuan!"

The hall was quiet, and half of the incense was reignited.

There were three people standing in front of a mossy stone wall. The woman pointed calmly, Liang Huan stepped forward and reached out to touch the moss. The cold touch flowed all over her body.

The old man prayed and bowed.

"The Xuanmen has been closed for six hundred years. I wonder if it can be opened to enlighten the power of dead leaves?" the woman said fragilely.

Liang Huan smiled slightly, and suddenly the Xuanmen turned into flying dust and disappeared.

The two were shocked.

The strong wind blows out, and the fallen leaves swept through, blowing into the dense forests of mountains and turns into fertile soil to nourish new leaves.

"If you don't break, you won't build it. If you break it, you will build it. Xuanye will now be named Liang." The old man smiled.

The woman calmed down, "The little girl Jingxuan paid a visit to the sect leader."

"I have met the sect leader."

"In Xia Lianghuan, I will pay homage to you both."

The three of them looked at each other and smiled. A green leaf flew in the wind and slowly landed beside the three of them.

Five days later.

There was a mountain peak, and three people appeared at the foot of the mountain.

When he came to a stone stairs, he turned his head slightly, and a yellow light flew out from behind, approaching the stone stairs and flew into the mountain palace.

Ten people in the hall suddenly looked at the yellow beam, and suddenly the yellow beam stopped.

"The land of Xuanyemen, those who are irrelevant will leave, and the fragrance will be limited."

Quiet.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Sect Master, this... this... hahaha!"

In awe of cacophony, the sound of laughter reached the foot of the mountain.

Lianghuan calmly stepped onto the stone steps, and the people following behind took a firm step. The three of them walked towards the palace with laughter.

After one stick of incense.

Lianghuan looked up and looked forward. There were ten people standing in front of the hall. When he saw three people, he laughed sarcastically and couldn't help laughing.

"Hey! Are you the ones who just sent the message?"

"I'm so laughing to death, do you know what sect we are?"

"Stop talking, I can't do it anymore, abdominal pain, abdominal pain."

For the person, he kept his mouth and laughed strangely and took a step forward, "Where did the actor come from? If you take another step forward, don't blame me for being merciless."

"No, don't, let them come, let them come, three Qi Refining Periods, puff... Brothers finally had such a fun."

Lianghuan stood still, turned his head slightly back, and the two behind stood still with expressionless faces.

Lianghuan raised his left foot with a smile on each other.

step!

Silver spear floats.

Two steps!

Eight swords flew out.

Three steps!

Golden knife in hand.

Four steps have not arrived.

"Looking for death!" A ghost-headed chain flew out in front of a man.

Liang Huan glanced at him calmly, and the man immediately bleeding from his mouth and nose.

Four steps to land.

A dragon roared out.

The people in front of the palace were in chaos immediately.

The magic weapon rolled, the golden swords fought, like the wind swept through the fallen leaves, or like the waves venting, roaring, rumbling, ten breaths later, Liang Huan walked calmly to the left.

"You..." was horrified.

The big hand fell, the soul swayed, and the sea of ​​consciousness was broken.

Waiting for the two of them in the distance, they looked at each other with a shocked expression and hurriedly kneeled down.

"Greetings to the master."

Liang Huan turned around and looked out, and his spiritual consciousness surged out.

"From today, Xuanyemen will still cross the sea, leaving with one another. Those who are slow will die! Those who speak will die! Those who sacrifice the weapon will die!"

With a clamor, the birds and beasts scattered in panic. The breeze blew, and the Xuanmen had already changed blood.

After one month.

Lianghuan sat upright in the secret room.

The storage bag in his hand was gently lowered, and a skeleton appeared, and the skeleton was tied up by a chain. With a slap of the storage bag, three bone nails appeared, and a little finger, the chain was untied, and silver light shone out from the skeleton.

He suddenly pushed the bone nail, and three whizzing sounds, the bone nail penetrated into the skeleton, and Lianghuan controlled the chain again to tie it up.

"The name of the Tomb Corpse Sect is really well deserved. These three corpses now have only skeletons left. It seems that they have to find a powerful body to be placed before they can be activated."

He muttered to himself lightly.

After slapping his storage bag, the red coffin appeared, and the blood corpse lay quietly in it.

He played a magic trick, and the blood corpse walked out of the red coffin, and several magic tricks were used to consolidate the control of the blood corpse. After a while, he put away the red coffin and flipped his hands again to take out the disc magic weapon that solidified the aurora.

When he forced his tempering, he already knew that this magic weapon was called Ningguang Wall. Although it was not powerful, it was very magical to be able to solidify the aurora.

After a little on his forehead, his own spiritual consciousness was released and fell into the wall of light. Only then did he leave his own spiritual identity imprint according to the normal method of tempering, and after his own spiritual identity imprint was settled.

When the spiritual consciousness changes, the Buddha nature consciousness appears. This is another operation. This magic weapon, like the Chi Demon Tower, has three characteristics of spiritual consciousness.

Looking at the thin lines on the Ningguang Wall, Lianghuan thought of the silver bar trapped in the purple world. Although it was strange, its spiritual power was much thicker than outside. I think this monster would not die so easily.

Although he needed to refine the formation stakes of the Seven Evil Holy Array, he knew that there was danger, so he naturally did not need to open the Explosion.

He investigated his body more than once, and Pei Miao's voice appeared in his body for no reason, so it was impossible for him to disappear so easily.

But he couldn't find it at all.

Perhaps only when his strength increases can he find this disaster.

It was only three days after he was called the Master of Xuanye Sect that he learned about the situation of Xuanye Sect.

When he destroyed Pei Miao's magic mark, he had already learned about some things about Xuanye Sect, but it was this time that he could find the location of Xuanye Sect.

This group of monks who occupied the Xuanye Sect was a group of casual cultivators who suddenly appeared six years ago. At that time, there were only Jing Xuan and Bi Tu in the Xuanye Sect. Under their pressure, they naturally gave in.
Chapter completed!