Qingmei Peak is majestic, the mountains are green, among them is the palace is continuous, from the mountain down to the top of the mountain, or the group of palaces gather pavilions, or the single courtyard and pavilion. Among them are white cranes flying.

I don't know which piece of palace the voice came from, and everyone saw the source of the white light, from Meifeng.

The black and white Xuanqi giant hand was slashed off in the white sword light, and pieces of black and white Xuangang flowers were slashed off. The hands that had been huge grew smaller and thinner in the white light.

However, the mountain scenery of Qingmei Mountain is constantly getting clear and close in everyone's eyes.

Suddenly, one by one, the white cranes flew out, towards the golden white moon that was almost as high as Mount Qingmei, and those white cranes flew like white light, and they had reached the edge of the moon in the blink of an eye.

I saw that the moon was full of golden light, but the white cranes flew more and more, and finally formed a circle, surrounding the moon.

Those white cranes are also one of the eleven famous swords of Qingmei Mountain, named Baihe, which is a set of serial swords, which transform the white crane into a sword and travel in the sky.

Among the most beautiful scenery in Qingmei Tian, there is 'a line of white cranes into Qingmei'.

At this moment, the golden white moon suddenly shone brightly, and the white crane was forced to open, but the light on the golden white moon quickly dimmed, and in everyone's surprise, a human face reflected in the sky.

The crescent moon is the forehead printed on that face, a huge human face, it is the size of the Qingmei Mountain, a huge human face, with the sky as a mirror, reflecting a whole huge face.

The crescent moon on the forehead that attracted people's attention just now couldn't hide his eyes at this time, the pitch-black bottomless pupils, the whites of the eyes like silver, black and white.

The fighting methods at different levels are different, and the fighting methods between heaven and man have always been dreamlike and dreamy, like scenery and heaven.

Few people can see this feud between them.

It's just that now the Qingmei Ancestor of Qingmei Mountain has made a move, and the other people are not very clear.

The white crane just now was one of the eleven famous swords, and the white light that came down from Qingmei Peak earlier was the Taibai sword among the eleven famous swords.

Up to now, among the eleven famous swords of Qingmei Mountain, spring flowers, golden cicadas, white cranes, and Taibai have appeared.

At this moment, suddenly there were two Jiao flying out of Qingmei Mountain, one Qingmei and one Baijiao, and the two Jiao rushed into the sky and meandered, this is the Jiaolong double sword.

There was no sound between heaven and earth, and the frog and the white Jiao did not make any sound, just meandering into the eyes of the giant face.

In the pitch-black pupils of those eyes, everyone could see that the black pupils were instantly occupied by cyan and white.

But after a while, the cyan and white sank into the depths of darkness, like a deep pool of stones.

At this moment, the crescent light on the forehead flashed, and a golden white light crossed the void, and the light was like a knife light, slashing towards Qingmei Mountain.

A blue light shook on Qingmei Mountain.

The blue light slashed on the crescent moon, and the blue light came and went, wave after wave.

This is the Blue Wave Sword.

The crescent moon like a knife is difficult to break through for a while.

At this moment, the huge face slowly opened its mouth, and when the mouth opened, the heavens and the earth changed color.

It seemed to want to swallow the green eyebrows in one bite.

"Hubris. ”

This is still the voice of the old man with ancient meaning.

With this voice appearing, the entire Qingmei Mountain did not shy away from crashing into the giant mouth. If that mouth really dares to swallow Qingmei Peak, it will definitely be burst.

However, at the moment of contact, a person flew out of the huge mouth, and the person had a fluttering robe in his hand and a ruyi in his hand.

The man fluttered, like a phantom in the wind.

In a grand palace in Qingmei Mountain, a sword light rose into the sky, followed by a sword chant.

The Qingmei Ancestor came out with his sword, turning into a brilliant sword light and heading towards Tu Yuan.

There was still no sound, but at that moment, everyone covered their eyes and ears, their eyes were stung by the brilliant light, and they didn't hear a sound in their ears, but their eardrums cracked, and blood flowed out, even if they were highly cultivated.

The moment the Qingmei Ancestor intersected with Ruyi, he felt a kind of suppressive terror.

This is not an ordinary celestial being.

Celestial artificial.

But only the heavens know how far away they are from creation, and how terrifying they are.

Therefore, although there is no realm division between heaven and man and creation, there is a difference in strength.

Qingmei Ancestor only glanced at Tu Yuan, and knew that Tu Yuan did not belong to this land, because he had never seen Tu Yuan, nor had he seen his Taoism.

That Dao intent was not very surging, nor was it too turbulent, but it was like a giant hammer hammering down directly.

Ruyi fell, and the Taoist condensation felt that as a celestial, he might also be killed, and his soul would be scattered.

He understood for the first time that he was not an opponent, even if this was his own dojo and his own heaven, this was no longer something that could be made up by more than just mana, this was a gap in his understanding of the way of heaven.

So he retreated, not only did he retreat, but the whole sky was changing, the light criss-crossed, the Qingmei Ancestor retreated, and a huge mountain came from the void and crashed into Tu Yuan.

Qibao Ruyi didn't flinch at all, and hit the mountain peak directly.

"Click......

It was the sound of heaven and earth shattering.

……

Qingmei Sky was shattered, Qingmei Mountain was still in the sky, high above, the lower end slowly disappeared into nothingness, and the peak at the upper end already had a huge crack.

Tu Yuan stood in front of Cuiwei Cliff, looking at the horror on the faces of the monks in Qingmei Mountain, he turned around and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm not here to kill." ”

It was an old man who stepped forward and asked, "What does the Venerable want?" ”

"I want to take a look at the history books of your Qingmei Mountain. Tu Yuan said.

"Just to read books?" said the old man in disbelief.

"Naturally. ”

After getting Tu Yuan's definite answer, the Qingmei disciples present all breathed a sigh of relief, and there was also an indescribable discomfort, did they smash Qingmei Mountain just to watch the history books of Qingmei Mountain?

It's just that they think like this now, and they feel that Tu Yuan is too tyrannical, but before that, they simply forgot that Tu Yuan was handing over the post, but they were thrown back directly, and they were not allowed to enter at all.

The Qingmei Ancestor fled, and the old man who answered the question took the lead and took Tu Yuan to the Tibetan Scripture Building.

"I heard that the Qingmei Mountain faction has only been established for more than a thousand years?" Tu Yuan asked.

"Hui Venerable, it is true. ”

"Oh, there should be a record of what happened five hundred years ago, right?" Tu Yuan asked.

The old man who was walking in front suddenly stopped, turned his head, glanced at Tu Yuan, and then said respectfully: "Don't hide it from Venerable, I really remember what happened five hundred years ago." ”