In the blink of an eye, King Taishan of the seventh hall of the Ten Halls of Yama was already fighting with Lin Xiyan, the dean of Baichuan Academy.

The Taishan hammer in the hand of King Taishan is a saint-level spirit soldier of the third grade of the ground level, the small Taishan hammer is long in the wind, and when it falls from mid-air, it is already the size of a grinding plate, and it is wrapped with purple lightning that keeps beating, making a "crackling" sound.

In the face of the menacing Taishan hammer, which was like a boulder falling, Lin Xiyan was not frightened, and when the three-foot long sword in his hand waved, the sword intent stirred in his sleeve, and the hunting sounded, and it was like snow and moonlight falling with the sword qi.

Every snowflake, every wisp of moonlight, is Lin Xiyan's sword move and sword qi.

The places where the moonlight shines have become Lin Xiyan's domain, in which the sword intent is agitated, the sword qi is vertical and horizontal, and the sword momentum is like a rainbow.

In the center of a snow-white moonlight, the little old man Lin Xiyan's kind face had a trace of solemnity, and the three-foot long sword in his hand was like a gentleman's weapon.

In an instant, Lin Xiyan had a gentleman's aura.

Looking at the little old man standing in the middle of the moonlight, King Taishan actually had a feeling that Lin Xiyan seemed to be one with the surrounding heaven and earth.

"It's impossible!"

King Taishan immediately denied this feeling, and regarded it as an illusion.

Even in the saint realm, he can only use the power of heaven and earth, and he can't integrate into a heaven and earth.

Unless it is the legendary Wandering Realm, it can get rid of the shackles of heaven and earth and become an equal existence with heaven and earth.

However, the aura emanating from Lin Xiyan was clearly the Spirit Sect Realm. Even if he hid some of his strength, at most it was only in the early stage of the Spirit Venerable Realm.

At this time, the gentleman's aura on Lin Xiyan's body had disappeared, and King Taishan was even more sure that it was just an illusion, where would there be a monk from the Spirit Sect realm who could integrate into a heaven and earth.

After all, in the past hundred years, only the poet and sword man in the world has been the most proud, and his cultivation has reached the free mirror.

Fifty years ago, he was able to kill the Heavenly Demon Lord of the Saint Realm with one sword.

A poem falls in the dust.

A sword shocked the world.

At the same time that King Taishan and Lin Xiyan were fighting, the ghost clan powerhouses and walking corpses also fought with the masters of Baichuan Academy, Liuyuan Academy and Cangshan Academy.

For a while, many strong men fought at the same time, and the battle line quickly burned into a line of fire, and the energy of the battle broke out in all directions, surrounded by bursts of sound and impact, and the ground left traces of different shades.

With the all-out war between the human race and the demon and demon clans, there were dozens of figures around Baichuan Academy rushing towards the enchantment from outside.

These figures, in addition to coming from the three clans of demons and demons, also have many from Yuntian City.

"Senior brother...... Looks like it's going to be a tough fight. ”

Feeling the approaching aura of more than a dozen in the distance, Tang Jie looked at the old man of Shanhai next to him and said with a solemn face.

"The soldiers will block, and the water will cover the earth. Fifty years ago, we were able to resist, and fifty years later, we can resist. ”

Luo Musheng, the one-armed old man of the mountains and seas, looked at the figures approaching in the distance, and the aura of one of the figures was somewhat familiar, but it changed a lot.

Tang Jie, who was on the side, listened to the words of the old man of Shanhai, and was very happy in his heart, his senior brother is the most "knife mouth, tofu heart", since he is willing to say "we", it means that in the heart of the old man of Shanhai, he has forgiven him for choosing to leave Baichuan Academy thirty years ago.

Baichuan Academy is the starting point of Tang Jie's life, and his master Murong Baichuan is not only his mentor in his heart, but also regarded by him as a father-like existence.

Murong Baichuan had five disciples: Luo Musheng, Lin Xiyan, Gao Tianyun, Mu Shuyu, and Tang Jieao.

It is the once famous "Five Sons of Yuntian".

However, there was an accident thirty years ago.

First, Murong Baichuan disappeared.

Then, Mu Shuyu died in the accident.

Her husband Gao Tianyun left Baichuan Academy because of the pain of losing his wife, wandered the rivers and lakes, and still does not know life and death.

In order to verify his thoughts, Tang Jiexi chose to violate the teacher's training, entered the temple, and became an official.

Luo Musheng lost an arm, imprisoned himself, stayed in Shanhailou, and ignored the world.

In the end, only Lin Xiyan had to take over all the burdens and became the dean of Baichuan Academy.

Since then, Baichuan Academy has faced various pressures, rumors have flown up, and rumors have spread.

The name of "Five Sons of Yuntian" has gradually been forgotten and drowned in the long river of time.

At this time, Tang Jiexi also felt the familiar aura, and couldn't help frowning and said, "Senior brother, it's him." ”

The old man of the mountains and seas had already locked the breath, and as he flew away, he said, "Leave this rebel to me." ”

Seeing the ghost clan ghost and the demon clan Caibo who were about to move on the opposite side, Tang Jie stopped the two of them and said coldly, "Your opponent is me." ”

"Tang Jieao. I heard that you are the right-hand man of the right minister, and you have been famous recently, and if you die, the effect should be good. It's just right to take you this time. ”

Mr. Ghost shook the purgatory fan in his hand, and bursts of cold air floated out of the fan, and there was a loud wail, full of despair and terror from the depths of hell.

Black fog rolled up around, and there were struggling and crawling white bones in the black mist, trying to escape the shackles of the black mist, but they were dragged back again and again.

"The afterlife is terrifying, and one person wants to block our way. ”

Cai Bo looked kind, like a harmonious old man next door, but there was a cold murderous aura in his eyes, and the spiritual power in his body kept tumbling, releasing an invisible enchantment around him.

"Since the two of you are so interested, Lei someone is also here to join in the fun!"

Lei Li carried a big drum of animal skin and stepped over.

The Beast Skin Drum is made of the skin and bones of the Thunder Cloud Beast, and there are silver electric snakes and purple thunder beads beating on the surface from time to time.

This Thunder Drum is the Lei family's heirloom weapon, and it is a ground-level spiritual soldier.

"Okay! Today I will fight the enemy with General Lei. ”

After Tang Jie finished speaking, with a wave of his big sleeves, a crisscrossing light appeared on the ground, wanting to spread around quickly.

From a distance, these rays of light actually form a huge chessboard.

In the criss-crossing light on the chessboard, there were sharp and incomparable sword qi, and Tang Jiexi, who was dressed as a scholar, was even more full of sword intent at this time, agitating uninhibitedly, pulling the sword qi chessboard.

At this time, Tang Jiexi was more like a sword cultivator than a scholar.

In addition, daring to regard monks such as Mr. Ghost and Caibo as pawns on the chessboard, Tang Jie's pride and courage were not weaker than those of the strong people present.

This game of chess is not only a matter of winning or losing, but also life and death.

Not far away, the old man of Shanhai also met his former "acquaintance".

"Teacher, we shouldn't have seen each other in thirty years, right?"

A middle-aged man with a pale face and a thin body was standing opposite the old man of Shanhai and said slowly.

This person is not only the Equal King of the Ninth Hall of the Ten Halls of the Ghost Clan, but also the only disciple of the old man of the mountains and seas, Zhongli.

After thirty years of accidents, the grief-stricken Zhongli chose to turn his back on the human race and join the ghost clan, and in just thirty years, he became one of the ten palace Yamas in the ghost clan whose status was second only to the ghost emperor.

"Rebel, you still have the guts to come back!"

Part of the reason why the old man of the mountains and seas painted the ground as a prison and imprisoned himself thirty years ago was because of Zhongli's betrayal.

What happened to the old man in the mountains and seas also caused Lin Xiyan to dare not accept apprentices for thirty years.

In the misty wind and rain, the wind and rain may not be the most terrible, but the betrayal from like-minded people is the most hurtful.

This kind of injury will never be forgotten for a lifetime, and it will never be healed for a lifetime.

"Teacher, you are still as stubborn and rigid as before. After all these years, don't you understand why that happened, and what else do you have to defend for this rotten empire?"

The middle-aged man said, his eyes were blood-red, although thirty years have passed, but the pain he experienced seemed to be just yesterday, just a second ago.

The seeds of revenge have taken root in the depths of the soul and have now become towering giant trees.

"Teacher, don't you have a dull pain in your broken arm?"

"Zhongli, although the empire is at the expense of Baichuan Academy, I also hate those filthy people who only have interests in their eyes. However, these should not be an excuse for you to betray the Terrans, since you have chosen to fall into the ghost path, I will personally deal with you today. ”

The old man of the mountains and seas said, and his two fingers were combined into a sword finger.

The sword intent swirled like a sea tide, and the sword qi rushed like a torrent, and a bright full moon rose behind the old man of the mountains and seas.

The place where the moonlight is projected and reflected is the area covered by the sword qi domain of the old man of the mountains and seas.

In the realm of sword qi, the moonlight is like practice, and the moonlight is like snow, reflecting on the ground, as if paved with a thin layer of snow, and there is a unique loneliness and desolation in the quiet snow scene.

When the moonlight of the full moon reflected on Zhongli, the originally calm and silent realm suddenly became turbulent, and countless sword qi condensed into a translucent blade, stabbing towards Zhongli with the arc of the sword fingers.

"Teacher, fifty years ago, we were fortunate enough to see the peerless sword of that senior, and you realized this trick 'Haoyue Volley' and taught it to me, I am very grateful. However, in the past 30 years, I have continued to improve this trick and finally made a breakthrough. This may be called 'blue is better than blue'. ”

Zhongli seems to be the image of a middle-aged man, but his actual age is already in his seventies.

For cultivators, appearance and age are not very important, it only depends on personal preference.

As soon as the words fell, wisps of black qi emanated from Zhong Li's body, resisting all the sword qi that came from the volley.

As the black qi gathered, a black full moon condensed and formed behind Zhongli.

As soon as the black full moon took shape, the surrounding black aura immediately forced the snow-like moonlight back to more than ten meters away, and as the black full moon rose into the sky, Zhongli's thin body floated up, wisps of black qi wrapped around his body, and then his fingertips condensed into a small black sword.

Death of the Bright Moon.

This is the realm that Zhongli has comprehended on the basis of "Haoyue Volley".

"Good, good!"

Seeing the realm released by Zhongli, the old man of the mountains and seas already knew in his heart that Zhongli's soul had completely fallen into hell, and there was no possibility of returning.

When his heart was full of grief, he heard the sound of the enchantment breaking without support, and dozens of figures had already rushed into the academy, and a cold light flashed in the eyes of the old man of the mountains and seas, and he stabbed his sword to the ground.

I saw a white light shoot into the ground, and then six pillars of white light scattered in the six directions of the academy shot out from the ground and soared into the sky.

Even the Wood Fish Master, Duobao Dao Person, and the Dark Lord's Domain Enchantment were all forced back, forming a white light curtain from the ground to the sky, enclosing the entire Baichuan Academy.

"What is this?"

Zhongli was surrounded by a light curtain, looking at the light curtain that penetrated the heavens and the earth, he had never seen this formation in his time in Baichuan Academy.

"This is the six-mang-array of Baichuan Academy's 'five cangs and six mangs', and it is also the last barrier of the academy. ”

The six-mang-array is the guardian array set up by Murong Baichuan for the Baichuan Academy, and the six-mang-array that the demon clan has been looking for has always been hidden in the old man of the mountains and seas.

The old man of the mountains and seas is the eye of the six-mangg, and the key to the activation of the six-mang.

Now, the dozens of monks who broke the enchantment and broke into the academy were all trapped in the six-mangged array by the old man of the mountains and seas.

The six-manggarray is like a Gu cup, and the monks inside will bet their lives and decide to live and die.

Looking at Zhongli, the old man of Shanhai had lost the anger in his eyes at the beginning, only calm, and said lightly, "Zhongli, it's time to make the final decision." ”