At this time, everyone from Dazhu Peak gathered in the main hall.
Tian Buyi's face was as dark as water, and Song Daren's disciples were so frightened that they dared not breathe. Even Tian Linger, who was usually lively and active, seemed to be standing behind Suru because of the solemn atmosphere, bowing his head and saying nothing.
First, demons from the demon sect slaughtered ordinary people at the foot of Qingyun Mountain, and a bunch of oil bottle disciples were stuffed into Dazhu Peak. Then, someone from the demon sect fell on Dazhu Peak alone, and then left calmly. It can be said that Tian Buyi was in an extremely bad mood.
If it weren't for the fact that the number of people in his Dazhu Peak lineage hadn't been so small and declining day by day, how could such a troublesome thing have happened?
Tian Buyi glanced at the disciples who were lined up in a row. Everyone lowered their heads and did not dare to look at him. Seeing the bearish looks of all the disciples, Tian Buyi became even more angry. He only heard him: "You all know what happened yesterday.
Already?"
There was silence in the Shoujing Hall.
Zhang Xiaofan could only feel his heart beating violently, and there was a hint of sweat on his forehead. He had almost guessed that the person who fought with the master in the back mountain yesterday was the young man who took the beads from his hand.
The person who could make the master so angry was probably not from the Qingyun Sect. In an instant, hundreds of thoughts seemed to flash through Zhang Xiaofan's mind.
Is the person who teaches his own skills a good person or a bad person?
"Since the last Seven Meridians Competition, you guys have made Dazhu Peak lose a lot of people with your incompetence. Now not only people from other veins dare to come to Dazhu Peak to run wild, but even outsiders dare to go to Dazhu Peak alone. At this time, there are me and
With your master's wife here, thieves can't do anything excessive. If your master's wife and I become immortals in a hundred years, who among you can defend Dazhu Peak?"
Tian Buyi felt extremely bitter. At this time, there were internal and external troubles, and his disciples were not useful. After his death, would Dazhu Peak really decline from this?
Seeing that all the disciples could not hold back a fart, Tian Buyi was about to have a fit. In a daze, he caught a glimpse of Zhang Xiaofan, who was like a quail, entering the second floor of Yuqing. He felt a little better and suppressed his anger. He only heard him say coldly:
"Although Lao Qi has mediocre qualifications, he has a tenacious temperament. I thought it would take another year for him to reach the second level of Yuqing, but I didn't expect that he broke through early. Look at you, how can you practice hard on weekdays?
"
The second brother Wu Dayi is sweating behind his back. He has been in the industry for decades and has not even reached the fourth level of Yuqing. After a while, not only will he be overtaken by the sixth brother Du Bishu, but even the seventh brother will also have an idea. All of a sudden
Entering the second level of Yuqing, maybe you can surpass him in a while.
It’s just a matter of cultivating Taoism. It all depends on aptitude and understanding. He, Wu Dayi, has been practicing Taoism for decades. When will it be his turn to enlighten?
Zhang Xiaofan originally wanted to tell the master what happened yesterday truthfully, but it involved Brahma Prajna. He had sworn to the great monk that he would never tell the truth about Puzhi, so he raised his head slightly.
He raised his head and lowered his head.
"The Seven Meridians Martial Arts Competition is coming soon. You will all be in seclusion starting today. If you embarrass me and your wife again, I will skin you!"
At this time, similar things happened not only at Dazhu Peak but also at other peaks.
On the second day, Qingyunmen's security increased several times.
Longshou Peak
After Cangsong finished admonishing his disciples, one of them returned to the courtyard with a sneer on his face.
He was solely responsible for the defense of Qingyun Gate, and all the defenses seemed to him to be in vain. Within a moment, he changed into black clothes, and disappeared into the night like a ghost.
It's almost time to seek justice for Senior Brother Wan.
Unexpectedly, there was such a person in the Blood Refining Hall, and even Tian Buyi was no match for him. It was a pity that the short fat man did not die in that person's hands.
Although it was a pity, his Cangsong plan was a little more calculated.
If the five sect members of the Demon Sect attack together, can Dao Xuanan stop them?
Cangsong chuckled in a low voice, he had gone crazy since Wan Jianyi's death more than a hundred years ago.
Why is it that Dao Xuan is the leader instead of Senior Brother Wan?
During that trip to the wilderness, which one of Tian Buyi, Shui Yue, Zeng Shuchang and others did not receive the favor from Senior Brother Wan? But which one did not add insult to injury and refused to save them?
This Qingyun Sect harbors filth and evil, it is worse than the Demon Sect, it has been rotten for a long time!
His life, Cangsong, was given to him by Senior Brother Wan, so colluding with the Demon Cult was nothing. Even if he was sent to hell, he would seek justice for Wan Jianyi.
Since the Qingyun Sect cannot accommodate Senior Brother Wan, then it should be destroyed...
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The back mountain of Kongsang Mountain
The wind and clouds were turbulent, and blue and black light enveloped a large area of the world.
From time to time, there is a sinister wind blowing around, and there are ghost whistles, as if there is a Jiuyou underworld on the back mountain, with thousands of sinister soldiers passing by.
The old man and the wild dog came from the sky. When they saw the boundless black energy from a distance, they were all frightened. It seemed that the person in the lake courtyard ahead was not their own hall master, but a thousand-year-old demon who had broken the seal and escaped.
The two looked at each other, not daring to fly with the magic weapon anymore, and fell from the sky. Covered by the sea of bamboo, the frightening black energy was no longer directly in front of their eyes, and it seemed that the weight on their hearts was lighter.
Some.
"Such a big commotion must be caused by the Bloodthirsty Bead. Hehe, the most powerful treasure of my Blood Refining Hall is the most powerful in the Holy Sect. The Ten Thousand Poison Sect's Zhan Xiangsi and the Hehuan Sect's Purple Glow Blade
Even the Nine Heavens Divine Weapons combined cannot compare to the Bloodthirsty Bead." Wild Dog said clearly. As for the Ghost King Sect and the Changsheng Hall, he ignored it. He had been worshiping the Blood Refining Hall for many years, but he had never heard of it.
What powerful magic weapon do these two valves have?
The old man stared at the black energy in the distance with a pair of red eyes, and said excitedly: "Yes, even the Wandu Sect's most precious treasure, the Wandu Sect Bag, cannot be compared with the Blood-devouring Bead. Eight hundred years ago, the Blood-devouring Bead was destroyed by the Black Heart
The blood-devouring bead obtained by the ancestor has returned to my Blood Refining Hall eight hundred years later, which shows that it is God's will that our Blood Refining Hall regains its previous power."
It's just that although the two of them knew the evil name of the Blood-devouring Bead, they had never seen it before, and they mistakenly regarded the Soul-Destroying Bead as the Blood-devouring Bead.
At this moment, endless blue light rushed into the sky again. Before the wild dog and the old man could get close, they were forced back by the boundless evil spirit and murderous aura.
Even so, the two of them were still buzzing in their minds, and the essence and blood in their bodies instantly became as hot as boiling water, as if they were about to burst out of their bodies.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Wild Dog, what kind of magic weapon do you think the hall master is refining to have such power?" The old man's face was pale, and his tone was a little softer.
The wild dog opened his mouth but did not say anything.
The elder laughed helplessly when he saw this. Also, with the knowledge of a wild dog, how could he know what magic weapon the hall master would refine?
"It's just that the Changsheng Hall invited the hall master to go to the Wilderness Temple to discuss important matters. The two of us are unable to inform the hall master at this time. The person coming from the Changsheng Hall this time is Meng Ji, who is highly trusted by Yu Yangzi, so it is inevitable
The matter of Shang is not a trivial matter, but I don’t know when the hall master will come out of seclusion." The old man looked up at the sky and let out a long sigh.
boom!
There was a sudden explosion.
The killing energy was like rolling thunder, moving in all directions. Once the bamboo sea on both sides of the lake came into contact, every bit of green disappeared. The bamboo leaves withered and the bamboo branches shriveled, as if the original life of the bamboo had been sucked away by something.
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The next moment, the already withered and yellow sea of bamboo suddenly exploded and turned into debris.
The old man and the wild dog stood there blankly, their hearts extremely shocked.
After an unknown amount of time, the air flow like a sword weakened, and a voice came to the ears of the old man and the wild dog: "What are you two doing here?"
The elder suppressed his shock and told the story of Changsheng Hall in detail.
"Calculating the time, I'm afraid Cangsong should plan to unite with the Demon Sect to attack the Qingyun Sect. This Yuyangzi was jumping up and down, wanting the Changsheng Hall to preside over the attack on the Qingyun Sect in order to suppress the other major sects of the Demon Sect. Unexpectedly, he was poisoned
It is the wish of gods and ghost kings. The Qingyun Sect has the Immortal Killing Sword Formation, which is unbreakable. If you are not careful, you will die. Even if the previous leader of the Demon Cult, Qiu Wangyu, is resurrected, there is nothing you can do." In the small courtyard, Jing Zhou
His hands moved like lightning, and he no longer thought about the Changsheng Hall.
The complex seals were constantly changing in his hands. The two most dangerous objects, the Blood-devouring Pearl and the Soul-devouring Bead, exuded a faint mysterious light and floated in the air, extremely docile.
At this time, the blood-devouring beads and soul-sucking spirits have been suppressed by him. He only needs to use the heaven and earth as the furnace and the blood as the fire to forge them again. Naturally, Jing Zhou will not put down what he is doing and go to the wild land where the Changsheng Hall is located.
However, when the Demon Sect attacked the Qingyun Sect, both the Tianyin Temple and the Qingyun Sect, the headmaster and the elders were all involved. He could take the opportunity to sneak into the mountains behind the Tianyin Temple and the Ancient Huanyue Cave to plot the Heavenly Book.
Volumes Four and Five.
Since Yu Yangzi wanted to show off, he helped him again, but he didn't know how many people in the Changsheng Hall could return the favor under the Zhuxian Sword.
After giving some instructions to the old man and the wild dog, Jingzhou concentrated on refining the magic weapon again.
In the next few days, the various lights on the mountain behind Kongsang Mountain disappeared, replaced by the continuous sound of five-tone rhythm.
Sometimes the voice is high, sometimes low, and sometimes it's like the low voice of a resentful woman in a boudoir. It's lingering and tender. But the next moment, the shallow complaint that makes people feel their hearts shaking and their pulses racing turns into the howling of ghosts and wolves, and the sound is soul-stirring.
, not like the sounds of the world, but coming from the netherworld.
Seven more days passed like this, and dark clouds came over the back mountain, so heavy that the disciples on the front mountain could not breathe.
In the dark clouds, lightning was running, and a terrifying power was brewing within it.
Between heaven and earth, there is a scene of solemn killing!
Thunder rolled, dark clouds surged, and winding thunder and lightning tore through the sky. In an instant, the thick clouds expanded more than ten times, and the entire world was plunged into darkness.
Like thunder on dry land, a mysterious light suddenly shot out from the back mountain, as if it wanted to break through the sky, rush straight to Dou Mansion, and suddenly plunge into the thunder disaster.
boom!
There was a loud sound in the sky.
The terrifying thunder clouds were stirred by the mysterious light and instantly turned into thunder that filled the sky.
The next moment, the dark clouds dissipated and the sky and earth became clear.
Then a mysterious light flashed, fell from the sky, and flew back into the back mountain, but it was a cave flute that was one foot long.
Chang Xiao's body is green and mysterious, sometimes exuding an inexplicable aura, with mysterious light flowing on it, and waves of fierce aura rising into the sky, trying to tear the sky apart, like a supreme killing weapon that can open up the world, but sometimes there is no aura emitted, so that
When people ignore it, it is like an ordinary cave flute.
Jing Zhou waved his hand, and the long Xiao in the air fell into his palm in an instant.
I could see that Chang Xiao's head was engraved with two seal characters of "Eating Soul", and a cyan bead hanging from the tail, emitting a green light, was the blood-devouring bead in Puzhi's hand.
More than 800 years ago, the blood-thirsty bead was sacrificed by the black-hearted old man. It was unknown what impurities were mixed with it, which blinded its spirituality and turned purple. At this time, the impurities in the blood-thirsty bead were removed by Jingzhou, and the blood-thirsty bead returned to its original appearance.
, not only changed back to cyan, but also became more powerful than before.
Jingzhou held the long flute with a cool feeling, and felt a sense of blood connection, as if the flute was a part of his body.
"When the wild dog and the old man come back, we can start planning the treasure house of the Emperor of Heaven. When we get the third volume of the Book of Heaven, we will enter the realm of Taiqing." Jingzhou stood in the courtyard, his eyes drifting to the swampland in the west.
"I don't know where the Six-Tails and Three-Tails are at this time." After a long time, Jingzhou looked away and sighed in a low voice, then played the flute, and the beads hanging at the tail of the flute bloomed with green light, and a stream of vitality came from it.
Xiao Zhong filled the air.
The originally bare lakeside seemed to be stimulated by some kind of force, and dots of green sprouted from the ground.
Under the mysterious light, greenery sprouted from the ground, one foot, two feet, three feet. In just a moment, the destroyed bamboo sea on both sides of the lake turned green again.
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far west
Savage Temple
There are four large sandalwood chairs in the main hall, with three men and one woman sitting on the chairs.
One of them, a middle-aged scribe with fine eyebrows and a square face, said: "This time we are doing something great together. We must not be leaderless, otherwise we will repeat the mistakes of a hundred years ago. In my opinion, the poisonous old man is highly respected.
, Tao Xing reaches heaven, and he is the perfect candidate to preside over this important event."
The middle-aged scribe had just finished speaking when he was interrupted by an old man with hair as white as snow and a thin face. He could only hear him sigh: "I'm old and useless. Brother Ghost King, please don't try to harm me again."
I am already half-disabled, how can I shoulder this important responsibility? I am the Ghost King, a man of great talent and great strategy, and I cannot refuse the position of being in charge of the overall situation."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! How could a middle-aged scribe known as the Ghost King get himself into trouble? Qiu Wangyu, the leader of the Holy Cult a hundred years ago, was so powerful that it was difficult for anyone to match him. He also understood the secrets of the Holy Cult.
The book "Heavenly Demon Strategy" was used to cultivate the mysterious supernatural power of the Holy Religion that had been lost for many years. Even so, Qiu Wangyu, who held the Holy Religion's most precious treasure, the "Heavenly Demon Strategy", still failed in the Qingyun Sect and finally returned home in vain.
As for the previous headmasters of the Hehuan Sect and the Changsheng Hall, they died tragically directly under the Zhuxian Sword. The disciples in the sect suffered countless casualties. The entire holy sect was seriously damaged after the battle a hundred years ago.
Now the Qingyun Sect is the leader of the good and the evil. There are many experts in the sect, and they are even better than before. The Daoxuan cultivation level of the headmaster is also far higher than that of the previous headmaster Tian Chengzi of the Qingyun Sect. Attacking the Qingyun Sect at this time will definitely be dangerous.
Incomparable.
However, the four great clans have agreed to besiege the Qingyun Gate. Naturally, if there are thousands of them, they will not be left behind. Otherwise, they will not be able to disappoint the ancestors of the Ghost King Sect. However, this position of presiding over the overall situation must not fall to themselves. If there is any slight dissatisfaction,
Be careful, the Ghost King Sect’s hundreds of years of foundation will be destroyed in one fell swoop.
The middle-aged scribe secretly cursed the Poison God as "a cunning old thing", then looked at Yu Yangzi of the Changsheng Hall, and said with a smile: "The old man is the one who defeated me. Among the four sects, the Ghost King Sect has the least qualifications. Even if
He is the new head of the Blood Refining Hall, and he is more qualified to sit in this position than I am. Within the Holy Cult, apart from the old poison god, the one whose reputation can overwhelm everyone is Taoist Brother Yuyang."
Although Yuyangzi felt proud when he heard the Ghost King's words, he declined and said: "Hahaha, the Ghost King has elevated me. In my opinion, this matter is important, so we should discuss it later."
This time, people from the Qingyun Sect acted as internal agents. Yu Yangzi did not believe that the Qingyun Sect could survive the disaster.
Although the Zhuxian Sword Formation is powerful, it still needs someone who can preside over the sword formation.
Although Yuyangzi was polite to the Ghost King, his thoughts had changed thousands of times.
The beautiful woman who had been silent all this time with a frosty face suddenly spoke up: "Why don't we also listen to the opinion of the person from the Blood Refining Hall?"