When the Loyal Heavenly Demon, the Ancient Beast Lao Clam and the West Sea Daao quietly sneaked close to the edge of the Southern Wilderness and the old clam's lair, Mo Lingxian was no longer here.

It is effortless to track the enemy, the black footprints left on the ground by the other party are too clear, not to mention a group of human kings, returning immortals, even a child can chase the enemy. It's just that because the traces left by Mo Lingxian are too eye-catching, Qin Fu and the others didn't dare to be careless, stealthily hidden, restrained their spirits, raised twelve points of caution, and slowly chased down When they were tracking, there was a sudden boom not far from the south, and the True Cultivation Yuan Force exploded to disturb the Heaven and Earth Spirit Yuan.

There are fierce people to fight fiercely!

The majesty that bloomed in the battle between the two sides floated over, and Qingyun, the little golden toad who was walking with her predecessors and was in charge of holding the old clam, didn't feel it at all, but the Heavenly Demon Qin Chui beside her shuddered violently.

The place of the battle is in the same direction as the ink footprints.

After a while, the movement disappeared and the world returned to tranquility, Qin Fu and the others immediately rushed over, and when they chased into a barbarian village in the shallow part of the southern wilderness, the footprints were broken.

Thick black blood stains were scattered at the door of the village, and the corpses of two Mo Lingxian, one large and one small, could no longer be regarded as corpses, they were simply two piles of rotten limbs, and it took a lot of effort to barely see some shapes.

Another master made a move and beat the two Mo Lingxian into a pulp? This was an unexpected joy, but he still didn't dare to be careless, a few people were invisible, Qin Fu exuded his true knowledge, and probed towards the village.

There was some confusion in the stockade, and a group of barbarians surrounded a Han Chinese pedantic figure, and the barbarians all had sorrows. The old pedant spilled blood on his long hair, closed his eyes and fell to the ground unconscious.

Several barbarians who looked like elders hurried back and forth, some holding pillows and quilts, and some holding herbs in their hands, as if they wanted to save the 'old pedant'.

In order to get it, Qin Blow's true knowledge was sent again, and he surrounded the injured in a circle, then squinted his eyes, and whispered to his companions: "Return to the immortals." ”

It's not Mo Lingxian, it's Gui Xian.

After probing again, there was no trace of the enemy nearby, and Qin Fu and his party appeared.

In broad daylight, several people suddenly jumped out of the air. Inevitably shocked the barbarians who were already panicked in their hearts. can panic to panic, and the barbarians who greeted him were still full of courtesy, especially what made people feel strange was that he followed the ancient etiquette of the Han family. Ten zhang away, he bowed and bowed his hand: "I don't know that Mr. Xian is coming." The descendants of the Hetan family are far away. Don't be surprised. Ladies and gentlemen"

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Qingyun, the little golden toad who was holding an old clam and walking with several seniors, suddenly smiled: "You're welcome, as long as you don't invite us to eat Dad." It's all good to discuss. ”

This village Su Jing, Qiu Ping'an and his wife have been here before, and the barbarians in the village are courteous and polite, and they are more particular about wording than the strongest style of learning in the East, pay attention to those red tape, and the barbarians are hospitable, and when they saw Su Jing, they took him home and invited him to eat their father. According to the barbarians themselves, it was an old man with a white beard who passed through here in ancient times and taught everyone etiquette

Later, the old man with the white beard returned, and settled in the stockade, and he was the old pedant.

The sages returned, the barbarians were happy, and the old pedant lived happily together, and they became more and more particular about etiquette, the only thing that made the barbarian uneasy was that the old pedant always had a headache, and when it hurt, he was in a cold sweat like a pulp, and the four-character idiom of the barbarian was very good, although they had never seen what the white paper was like.

Headache is a headache, this sick barbarian will not be cured, the old pedant will only be in pain and will not die, it was not bad, but just now, a yellow-faced woman came to the vicinity of the village with a doll without eyes, the old pedant seemed to see the weasel's raccoon cat, and suddenly became furious, and jumped out of the village to kill the people.

The barbarians behind them couldn't understand it, they only knew that the battle was fought abruptly and explained quickly, and the two 'guests' turned into black rotten flesh, and the white-bearded Daxian fell back into the village and fell into a coma.

That's how it happened.

The old demon Qin Blowing will kill people and will not save people, and the old clam in the Southern Wilderness will eat people and will not heal people, fortunately, there is also a profound Ao Zhu, who stepped forward to diagnose the pulse of the old scholar, no matter what, as long as it is to kill ink, it must be his own person.

The old scholar was not lightly injured, and with Ao Zhu's exploration, this person's cultivation was much higher than his own, and he wanted to wake up immediately, Ao Zhu did not have this ability, so he could only practice Yuan Wen and wait for him to wake up. At this time, Qin Fu, Ao Zhu, and Qingyun raised their eyebrows at the same time, and each stretched out his hand to pinch out a small golden sword in the air in front of him

The overhaul of the sermon is very different from the lecture of the private school, the content does not mention the process, only the time, a class in the private school can not last an hour, the overhaul of the Tao and the preaching, as little as three or five days, as long as more than a month, is a precedent of three months of preaching, and it is not too rare in the past.

When entering the class, Su Jing made it clear that this class would not be too long, but to be successful, there must be four or five days of hard work, the world is changing, personnel are busy, whether it is his own disciples or other sect cultivators in the class, if there is something to do, he can get up and leave at any time. After a pause, Su Jing smiled and said: "I am stationed in the sect on the order of the head of the sect, as long as the demons do not come to attack the mountain, I will have nothing to do, and I will tell you about the 'robbery' seriously." ”

Getting back to business, Su Jing started class.

There was no preparation in advance, but the victory was good in eloquence and insight, Su Jing also had three corpses around him to help, and from time to time they gaged, and most of the words of the three dwarf god monarchs were some nonsense, but it also made this robbery a lot easier. Time flickered, three hours passed, and it was night in Middle-earth.

Shen He, Xingfeng and Dachengxue are still halfway. Because the brigade is moving forward, and there is a giant pavilion in operation, the speed of the advance is not fast, at least it is not as fast as the king of people. The march was not fast enough, but the heavenly clouds were getting bigger and bigger: along the way, there were constantly small sect cultivators merging into the ranks of the two major heavenly sects.

Some of them took the initiative to take refuge, and when they learned that the world had changed drastically, and when they left the mountain and Dacheng scholars crossed the border, the head of the family immediately flew up to greet each other, hoping to go with the two heavenly sects, and those who left the mountain did not refuse;

More cultivators couldn't come, and all they came was the news of the spiritual message calling for help. For most of the day, Shen He and Zigui were the two heads. The elders of Lishan and the many gentlemen of Dachengxue have lost count of the number of urgent messages they have received from their fellow sects asking for help.

Attacked in all directions, countless sects.

The Mo disciples who attacked the world's cultivation sects were all from the dozen or so sects that had previously closed the mountain. Those sects are opened, and the inner cultivators are not only infected with ink, but also cultivated to skyrocket, and the little cultivator who was not known before will turn around can easily kill the Yuanshen overhaul this time.

Maybe it was because the head of the Ink Giant Spirit felt that it was enough to bewitch the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism and more than ten disciples of the cultivation sect, or maybe there was a limit to the ink infection, and their strength to come to Middle-earth was not enough to subdue the entire cultivation world, so they did not want to persuade or accept the rest of the sects. Kill directly!

There are many emergencies. Many cases begged for help, many cases were destroyed, and many cases were still struggling to persevere. Shen He couldn't save everyone, and the accompanying Fourteen Star Peaks attacked frequently, but he could only rescue the nearby cultivation sects along the way. The world is so big. Shen He's whip is beyond his reach.

Shen He sat on the head of the clouds. Silently hold the mantra for half a pillar of incense. He woke up from his stupor, looked at Mr. Zigui beside him, and the latter nodded: "Real person, please." ”

Raise interest. Get up, close your palms, seal the seal, and then rub your hands, the blue light in Shen He's palm bursts out, and a thousand and one swords are wrapped in cold light and rush straight into the sky, and when they reach the nine clouds, the sword group scatters, and the long swords fly in all directions, crossing the entire Middle Earth!

The sword carries the spiritual message.

From the moment Shen He cast the spell, wherever the Xun Sword passed, even if he was a little demon who had just opened his spiritual wisdom, even if he had just entered the mountain gate, as long as he was a cultivator, he could hear Shen He's voice in his ears:

Demons dominate the world, dirty ink deceives the sky, and Middle-earth is in trouble everywhere. The imperial court was destroyed, the Heavenly Sect was destroyed, and the catastrophe on earth had fallen.

Zhutianzong, the Southern Wilderness, the Extreme North, and the West Sea were all attacked violently, Dacheng Xue broke the ink for 3,000 miles, cut down 3,000 people from the mountain, and the Southern Wilderness Tiandoushan won a great victory, the Far North Ice Plain was completely lost, and the Battle of the West Sea was completely victorious.

The demons want to kill my Middle-earth, but as everyone knows, the splendid Qiankun is guarded by the splendid people.

To hurt my colleagues is to hurt my hands and feet, to hurt my homeland, to hurt my heart and liver. This enmity is not shared.

The world's peers learned from each other, pickled the evil demons listened well, Zigui held the scroll, Shen He worshiped the sword and swore to the sky, and the soldiers left the mountain within ten days.

Shen He respectfully told his colleagues from all directions that from today onwards, the mountain gate of the Lishan Sword Sect will be wide open, regardless of good and evil, no matter the sect, no grudges, as long as your Excellency is willing to drink a glass of wine made of ink blood, you will be a guest of honor from the mountain seat

At the very moment, the door to Lishan was opened, and all the cultivators of China could go to Lishan for refuge, but just saying 'refuge' would inevitably hurt morale, and Shen He changed the wording. However, no matter how the wording is changed, within ten days, the soldiers will leave the mountain, and the horn of sweeping away the ink-colored revenge has fallen like real gold and bluestone, and it is loud! Mr. Zigui has made a promise, and Shen He has ordered no cover, and at the time of the disaster, between life and death, the banner of Lishan and Dachengxue is: Counterattack!

The sword news flew in all directions, ordinary cultivators could hear it, and the inky disciples could hear it too, so it was good for them to hear it.

This is the responsibility of Tianzong, and it is also the backbone of Tianzong.

There is also a report in the sword news, Middle-earth does have heavy casualties, but there are also beautiful victories in the southeast and northwest, and the splendid Qiankun has its own splendid people to guard the victorious battles, and will fight back, how can it not make people's hearts surge, and the sword news is sacrificed to move in all directions, and the cultivators who have not been attacked have rushed to leave the mountain nine times out of ten.

If you can drink a bowl of wine brewed with ink blood, it will be in vain to practice in this life.

After Shen He's interrogation, Mr. Zigui asked, "Is it okay to leave the mountain?"

"It's normal, Uncle Xiao has already started class, and a 'way of robbery' is brilliantly said. Shen He smiled in response.

Mr. Zigui also had a few shallow smile lines on his face: "It's a pity that the master preaches and can't hear it with his own ears." ”

It sounded like just a kind word, but Shen He's scheming actually accepted it, and he nodded in agreement: "Yes, Uncle Xiao's lesson is very good." ”

When the two heads of the house spoke, the middle of the hour had not yet arrived, and the midnight was thick.

It was dark and chaotic. It's not that this is the case, it's not that the Mo believers have used any means, just because the moon is in the mountains and there is no moon in the middle of the earth, there is no moon in the night, no matter how bright the starlight is, it is not much use, and the sky must be chaotic.

In the west, Mitiantai, the great temple that stretches for hundreds of miles is located in the chaotic night. In the past, no matter day or night, the ancient temple is the same solemn and sacred, a glance can make people's hearts clear, but tonight the momentum of the ancient temple has changed, like a fierce beast, lying in the dark.

There was silence in the rooftop.

Suddenly, a cry of sorrow came from the south.

The cry quickly approached the rooftop, and a big man ran towards the rooftop while crying bitterly.

Crying heartbreakingly, running as fast as light-

I'm sick and very uncomfortable, and there's only this chapter for today. Bow and apologize. (To be continued......)