The sweeping dark clouds suddenly occupied the entire sky above the Qingyun Mountain. They were as black as ink and as deep as the sea of stars, and seemed to have the potential to reverse the course of events.
Xiao Wan's body was shaken, but there was a hint of joy on his face, and he said: "'Tianmo Banner'! The leader has taken action."
Mr. Ghost stood behind Xiao Wan, looking towards the top of Qingyun Mountain. However, the light in his eyes flickered, but it was not full of joy. There seemed to be a hint of worry.
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On the Tongtian Peak of the Qingyun Mountains, the sky above the sea of clouds, which was originally like a paradise for immortals, is now shrouded in black clouds. The smell of blood is everywhere, and the misty white clouds seem to have turned into a shocking dark red color. Countless.
Figures flashed under this vast and strange black sky, flying and fighting, swords and swords flashing, blood splashing, all kinds of magic weapons flashing like crazy, miserable screams and sharp whistles coming one after another, and from time to time there were blood sprays and broken arms all over the sky.
His limbs flew up, and the situation became extremely tragic.
This time the demon sect Qingyun is going all out, including the four major factions Changsheng Hall, Wandu Sect, Ghost King Sect and Hehuan Sect, which were originally independent of each other. All the elites have gathered here. Under the guidance of the demon sect leader Qiu Wangyu
Under his leadership, he launched a frenzied siege on the Qingyun Sect, a thousand-year-old sect of righteousness.
Speaking of Qiu Wangyu, he is also a peerless talent that the Demon Sect has not seen for many years. Legend has it that this person started from a young age and had extraordinary talent. He became a disciple of the Demon Sect when he was young, and later obtained unknown abilities in the Wilderness Temple.
It was a great opportunity that since then, he has been brave and diligent in his Taoism, and he has been decisive in killing and good at strategy. After achieving great success, he has unified most of the Demonic Sect's systems in twenty years, which has changed the appearance of the Demonic Sect that has been divided for many years. But now he is far away from him.
It has only been two years since he ascended the throne of the leader.
With such an outstanding person here, it is hard to imagine what achievements this person will achieve in time.
At this time, under the dark clouds, Qingyun, the two sides of the Demon Sect were in a desperate battle. The Demon Sect, led by the four sects, roared up, strange people and strange magic weapons emerged in an endless stream, and the fierce flames were overwhelming; while looking at the Qingyun sect,
Although they were at a disadvantage when they were attacked by the Demon Sect at the beginning, the reputation of the thousand-year-old sect was not in vain. Looking around, Qingyun disciples either formed a formation in several people or resisted independently. Their swords were blazing and the clear light filled the sky. They were actually attacking the Demon Sect forcefully.
Carrying it down.
Among them, in some of the most intense battles on the Yunhai battlefield, there is a middle-aged man wearing a Qingyun Taoist robe. He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his appearance is ordinary, but in his hand is a dazzling blue spiritual sword that is dazzling and impressive.
The dragon swims, swaying like clouds and flowing water, moving, retreating, opening and closing. People in the demon sect look at it as invincible, which makes the Qingyun side shake up.
However, there was a quick response from the Demon Cult, and soon two figures came forward, a man and a woman. The man leading the way had a strange appearance. There were actually two sides of yin and yang on his face, half of which was fair as usual, and the other half had a face as usual.
Chongzao looks very strange; the woman who follows is extremely beautiful, her eyebrows are springy, and her eyes are full of charm, but she is two of the leaders of the four major sects of the Demon Cult. The man is a sect of Changsheng Hall.
In the main position, the woman is Fairy Yuehua, the leader of the Hehuan sect.
As soon as these two masters took action, they immediately blocked the Qingyun master. At the same time, Fairy Yuehua's voice was as soft as spring water and said with a smile: "Old Zheng Tong, I haven't seen you for many years, but you still look tough!"
That ordinary-looking man is now Zheng Tong, the first member of the Dazhu Peak lineage of Qingyun Sect. This man has been famous for many years. He is the junior disciple of Qingyun Sect’s master, Zhenren Tianchengzi. He has extremely high moral conduct and has always been famous in the world. Although he is being taught by the devil at the moment
The two masters blocked the way, but Zheng Tong behaved smartly and flashed his spiritual sword. With one against two, it seemed that he was not completely at a disadvantage for a while. After hearing Fairy Yuehua's teasing, he snorted coldly,
He glanced sideways at the beautiful woman and simply said: "Template!"
Fairy Yuehua covers her chest and smiles. She looks infinitely gentle, but underneath her hands is a sinister and vicious spirit, with all the sinister winds attacking Zheng Tong's vitals without any mercy.
However, compared to Fairy Yuehua, Zheng Tong values Duan Hou who is silent on the side more. This person has a vision in his life and is divided into yin and yang. At the same time, the magic weapon in his hand is also a mirror of yin and yang, which is unpredictable and often appears.
The strange changes are hard to guard against.
But after all, Zheng Tong is a master of the Qingyun Sect who has been famous for many years. He has never seen such a scene. Although these two demons from the Demon Cult are very powerful and they joined forces to besiege him, he still took it. But in this way, he
It was true that he was unable to support the surrounding Qingyun disciples, and the situation in the field suddenly tilted towards the Demon Sect.
After fighting like this for more than ten rounds, Zheng Tong frowned more and more, and a look of anxiety flashed in his eyes. On the other hand, Duan Hou and Yuehua became more and more relaxed, and they just pestered Zheng Tong not to let him leave.
Seeing the fierce battle, Zheng Tong's expression suddenly changed, and he jumped up with a roar. He didn't even have time to resist the black light reflected by the yin and yang mirror in Duan Hou's hand. He only heard a bang, and he was hit by that.
Daoxuan's black light hit his body, and he trembled and vomited a mouthful of blood. He moved back more than ten feet.
A weird low-pitched scream sounded from the place where Zheng Tong originally stood. A moment later, a cloud of gas on the ground suddenly dispersed, and a weird seven-tailed centipede fluttered up and faced Zheng Tong in mid-air.
Tong screamed twice, then flew backwards, and suddenly got into the sleeves of a man who suddenly appeared from the side like a ghost.
Zheng Tong looked a little pale. He glanced coldly at the thin man who appeared last and said in a cold voice: "Old poison!"
Duan Hou raised his eyebrows but said nothing. Fairy Yuehua next to him laughed and said, "God of Poison, people look down on you!"
This man is the Poison God, the leader of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect among the four major sects of the Demon Sect. He has a thin appearance and gray hair. He looks a little old, but his eyes are shining. He glanced at Zheng Tong lightly.
He wasn't angry either, he just smiled and said: "Immortal Zheng has always had a higher eye, so naturally he doesn't look down on evil heretics like us."
"Pooh!"
Zheng Tong sneered and had no intention of talking nonsense to these monsters. He took out the spirit sword and went straight forward without any fear. However, the three masters of the Demon Sect are so powerful in combat. Even if Zheng Tong has been famous for many years and has profound Taoist skills, in
Under the siege of these three people, they were quickly forced to fend for themselves. Especially the poison god, who was not only powerful in his poison skills, but also released some poisonous substances from time to time to harass, which made Zheng Tong have to be distracted.
As a result, the decline of the Qingyun Sect above the sea of clouds became more and more obvious, and black clouds rolled in the sky. It seemed that the rare treasure of the Heavenly Demon Banner, which was said to come from the secret book of the Demon Cult, "The Heavenly Demon Strategy", could also help these Demon Cult demons, allowing the Demon Cult to retreat.
The momentum of the teaching army was high, and their attacks were getting higher and higher.
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At this critical moment, a thunder suddenly sounded from the sky. In an instant, lightning flashed, and a figure appeared in the sky, holding a fairy sword with flashing blue light. He walked seven steps in the air and raised his hand.
He raised his sword to the sky and chanted a curse. A series of sounds were like thunder, and then he saw the wind-whipped clouds hanging upside down like a bucket. In an instant, a huge pillar of electric light fell from the sky, with a power that shook the sky and a power that shook the earth. It seemed that even this hero
The peaks and mountains were trembling at this moment.
Everyone in the Demon Cult changed their colors. Fairy Yuehua screamed and stepped back first, and at the same time shouted: "The True Secret of Divine Sword Controlling Thunder!"
The Poison God dodged, rolled back, and disappeared into the crowd in an instant.
But when he was about to retreat, he suddenly discovered that the huge pillars of electric light that had been raining down on a large area suddenly merged into one, and all of them fell down on him.
Duan Hou was shocked at this moment, and his face instantly turned pale, but he never expected that everything the figure in the sky had done so powerfully before was actually a bluff. In the end, the Qingyun move, which was famous all over the world, actually hit him.
At the critical moment, Duan Hou shouted, and the Yin and Yang Mirror was blocked in front of him. Yin and Yang were changing endlessly, switching countless times in an instant, as if even the surrounding space was instantly distorted, and his figure was blurred in the light and shadow.
It's just that the brilliant power of heaven cannot be resisted by human beings. With one strike of the sword, the mountains shook and the earth shook. The yin and yang changed instantly like a mirror shattering and flying clouds flying away.
Amidst the loud noise, the ground cracked and people flew away. Duan Hou let out an angry roar and flew backwards, disappearing in the blink of an eye. From afar, he heard an angry and resentful curse, shouting: "What an old godly woman, how dare you?"
If you dare to plot against me, remember it..."
The female figure in mid-air snorted coldly and landed. She was wearing a white Taoist robe. She was tall and had white hair on her temples. However, she was energetic and had a cold expression. She glanced around coldly. For a moment,
, no demon from the Demon Cult dared to step forward.
Zheng Tong let out a long breath, stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said, "Thank you, senior sister."
This woman is the first Zhenyu Master of the Xiaozhufeng lineage in Qingyun Sect. In terms of seniority, she is even the senior sister of the current master Tian Chengzi. She is a highly respected senior in Qingyun Sect. She is usually stern and has always been Qingyun.
The disciples in the sect are in awe.
At this moment, Master Zhenyu temporarily drove away the three masters of the Demon Sect with the Qingyun Ultimate Sword and Thunder Control Technique, which eased the situation on the field. However, black clouds were billowing in the sky, and the Demon Sect still had the upper hand on this battlefield. Moreover, the Demon Sect still had the upper hand.
Both Zhenyi and Zheng Tong had worried looks on their faces at this moment, and they couldn't help but look up into the black clouds.
It was at this time that suddenly, in the thick black clouds that were as dark as ink and as deep as the sea, a long laugh sounded like a bell, and then a rich man's voice resounded across the sky and the earth, saying: "Old Tiancheng.
Son, you have used all your tricks, but now you are at the end of your rope. If you think you are not my enemy, why don't you just capture him without mercy?"
As if echoing the voice of the man in the black cloud, the thick ink-like black clouds in the sky instantly rolled like a tide, covering the sky and blocking out the sun as if boiling.
(On the first day of publication, I felt uneasy. I chose Sunday, and the recommendation votes depended on all of you lovely readers.) (To be continued)