Shushan, thousands of miles in the sky, red clouds dense.

Today's Shushan is different from the past, there are no auspicious clouds, no cranes.

Tens of thousands of Shushan disciples are all white-clothed and lightly-sleeved, with sharp swords hanging on their heads, and the momentum of the sword is about to explode.

The Seven Swords of Shushan, including Li Qingyun, all had serious faces, looking at the red sedan chair at the other end of Chaoxiantai.

Sixteen people carried a sedan chair, in front of which stood sixteen pale faces, wearing red clothes to welcome relatives, wearing red flowers on their chests, and the flowers were bright red, like red candles. The sixteen sedan chair bearers are all on their toes, and their bodies seem to float in the air, swaying forward and backward with the passing wind.

The wind blew and lifted the curtain in front of the sedan chair.

Revealing a beautiful face, a little cinnabar in front of the moth eyebrows, blooming bright red like a fire, a red gauze dancing with the wind, a red rope tied to the bare part of the slender and fair-skinned feet, the red rope weaving is very skillful, it is rumored that this is the folk said lovesickness, infatuated men and women will tie each other for each other when they are in love for life.

Not far from the sedan chair, a dark shadow of a thick fog loomed, and I couldn't see what was in the fog, only the sound inside.

"Hurry up and go to the back mountain, I'll help you block this group of people, say okay, after the corpse is in hand, your treasure will be handed over to me immediately, don't play tricks." The voice in the black fog was very cold, and there was a smell of arrogance, as if he regarded this huge Shu Mountain as nothing.

"Good. A soft groan came from inside the sedan chair.

With her words, sixteen sedan chair bearers took action, beat gongs and drums, and ran up the back of Shushan with the sedan chair.

The back mountain of Shushan is buried with the ancestors of Shushan and the disciples who have made significant contributions to Shushan, it is the sacred place in the hearts of Shushan disciples, seeing that the sedan chair is going to the back mountain, tens of thousands of Shushan disciples are lying flat with their left hands, the index fingers of the right hand are together, the wrist is leaning on the left palm, the two fingers are facing the chest, and the mouth is chanting.

The sword has a spirit, and the sword array laid by tens of thousands of Shu Mountain disciples awakened the spirit sword of the entire Shu Mountain.

Countless sword blades rang in response, and countless spirit swords were suspended in the sky above Shu Mountain, covering the sky and the sun.

"Punish the demons!" Ten thousand voices rang out in unison, and ten thousand swords fired in unison! Under the sky, the spirit swords illuminated by the red clouds rang out in unison, heading towards the sedan chair.

The voice in the black fog let out a cold snort after seeing it, and it dissipated in an instant, blocking the front of the sedan chair in an instant.

A palm print stretched out from the black mist, getting bigger and bigger, and the sorrowful sound in the palm print rang out, and countless unjust souls wailed.

The sword array composed of tens of thousands of spirit swords, the spiritual light flickered, the sword aura soared into the sky, and one sword weapon pierced the palm print.

As each spirit sword pierces through, a wail of death symbolizing death can be heard in the palm print, and the spirit sword loses its spirituality and falls off.

"How many unjust souls have gathered in this palm print, and how many people have been killed by this ghost and demon. Li Qingyun, the head of Shushan, watched all this quietly, and when every unjust soul in the palm print died, his face would be solemn.

No one in the Seven Swords of Shushan made a move, and in the face of this calamity, they wanted to use this to sharpen their disciples.

The aura of heaven and earth has been revived, and the way of the world has changed.

"It's a pity that the lock demon tower has not yet taken shape, otherwise these demons would dare to come to my Shu Mountain to be presumptuous. Tang Nian pinched his beard and sighed.

The Lock Demon Tower is the immortal weapon obtained by the Shushan Sword Sect in the 'Lingbao Rain'.

Need to kill the evil spirit, and then take its spirit to raise the lock demon tower, these days, Shushan sent countless disciples to wander the world, kill demons and eliminate demons, and gained a lot, but the disciples also died and injured a lot.

"The spirit of this ghost might be able to make the Demon Lock Tower take shape. Zhang Lie looked at the fierce battle in the distance, and his thick voice was loud.

A cold snort came out of the black mist, and then he said to the sedan chair: "Hongyi Luo, don't you hurry up." ”

The red cloth in the sedan chair said softly, and she didn't pay attention, but just said to herself: "Why can't I feel his breath? Where is he?"

Hongyiluo's voice became a little sharp, her momentum soared, the red clouds in the sky were scattered, and she looked at the people in Shushan: "I can't feel his breath, where did you bury him?"

"Who did Your Excellency say?" Li Qingyun looked at the woman in the sedan chair vigilantly, this female ghost named Hongyi Luo not only felt tricky to him, but several junior disciples behind him were also like great enemies, no longer as relaxed as just now.

Hongyi Luo's eyes were gloomy, and she said lightly: "Li Feiyun ......"

Li Feiyun, as soon as these three words came out, everyone up and down Shushan was shocked.

"Senior Brother......" Li Qingyun, the head of the sect, heard this name, his eyes were dilated for a while, and he fell into silence.

Li Feiyun, Li Qingyun's biological brother, worshiped Shushan together in the same year, Li Feiyun was gifted and intelligent, and was focused on cultivating by the Shushan Sword School, intended to be cultivated as the next head of the sect, and was known as the Shushan Sword Immortal by the world.

"Hmph, the person who betrayed the sect also deserves to be buried in the Houshan ancestral hall with my ancestors of Shushan?" Zhang Lie snorted coldly after hearing Li Feiyun's name, his face was full of indifference, and the other people also had different expressions, Bai Wushuang had a sad face.

"What do you know, what qualifications do you have to say about him!" The red cloth Luo's long hair was flying, her eyes were bright red, and the cinnabar on her moth eyebrows was like a fire, and her anger was monstrous.

The roller curtain in front of the sedan chair was lifted by the wind, and the red-clothed Luo walked out of the sedan chair, her slender legs and bare feet stepped into the air, her black hair danced wildly, and she stared angrily.

The people in Shu Mountain are like facing a great enemy, and the sword looks at each other.

"What are you doing? I'm only trying to keep you at bay for a while, not fighting with you here. The voice in the black mist was a little hurried, and the situation of the red cloth Luo was a little unexpected to him.

Hongyi Luo looked at her coldly: "Get out." ”

The black mist was furious: "Okay, since you want to find death yourself, take your leave!"

......

At the foot of Shu Mountain, Su Heng looked at the familiar scene around him with a relaxed face, but this time it was different from the last time, there was no figure, it was lonely, standing at the foot of the mountain, he could feel the monstrous ghost aura above Shu Mountain, the red clouds in the sky, like a divine fire descending to earth.

It's a big pig......

Su Heng smiled, and disappeared under the mountain in a few ways.

Towards Sendai, the people in Hongyi Luo and Shushan confronted each other, and at the touch of a moment, the people in the black fog scolded Hongyi Luo a few times and then turned around and went down the mountain, Su Heng came head-on.

This man is familiar...... However, the blood is strong, and it is a good supplement. Black Mist let out a strange laugh when he saw Su Heng, and a palm print stretched out from the fog and grabbed Su Heng.

What is this thing?

Su Heng glanced at the black mist, he could feel the strong ghost aura, and when he saw the other party taking the initiative to attack, he didn't hesitate and slapped it with one palm.

Black and white, the palm edge is born and destroyed!

"Ah————h

Who is this product? Su Heng looked at the system prompt and increased his life expectancy by 10,000 days, and was silent.

The people in Shushan below witnessed all this, and they were silent for a while......

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