Qingyun Mountain. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This magical and mysterious fairy mountain in the eyes of the world, ten years later, is still like a fairyland on earth.

The damage caused by the battle between the righteous and the demons has already been repaired, but I don't know that the wounds left in the deep heart have also healed?

Ten years ago, in a big war, the first Shangzhengliang of Chaoyang Peak, the first Tianyun Dao people of Luoxia Peak unfortunately passed away, and the first Cangsong Dao people of Longshou Peak betrayed.

Now Chaoyang Peak and Luoxia Peak have been taken over by the elders of this faction, but the first vein of Longshou Peak, because of the Cangsong Dao people, the second largest vein originally second only to Changmen could not raise its head in Qingyunmen, and after the public promotion within this vein, it was unexpectedly that Qi Hao of the younger generation took over the first position.

And as if it is a trend, in the major factions in Qingyunmen, there are more and more opportunities for the younger generation to qualify, such as Zeng Shushu of Fenghuifeng, Song Daren of Dazhufeng, Wen Min and Lu Xueqi of Xiaozhufeng, all of whom have done more and more things for their division commanders.

Even within the Nagato, over the years, Dao Xuan Zhenren has gradually stopped asking about mundane matters, and handed over daily trivial matters to his disciple Xiao Yicai to deal with.

And he himself has lived in the back mountain for many years, and the people in Nagato have not seen him for a long time.

There were also disciples who saw Jun Wenxin, who shined in the battle between the righteous and demons, going in and out of the forbidden land of the back mountain many times, so gradually the gossip spread......

Qingyun Mountain.

Tsutenbon.

Ancestral Hall.

The soft sunlight shines on the majestic hall, which looks solemn and mysterious.

The ancestral hall still looks gloomy, and the glimmer of those ever-bright lights and incense candles still pays tribute to the souls of countless ancestors of Qingyunmen.

The old man guarding the ancestral hall, still holding his broken broom in his hand at the moment, stood at the door of the ancestral hall and looked out, his wrinkled face faintly revealed a strange expression, as if with a little expectation, and as if there was a little excitement.

The clearing outside the main hall was empty, but if you looked closely, you would notice that there were many strange charms around the clearing more than usual, either attached to the trunks of the surrounding trees or hiding under the grass and stones.

Each rune paper is about half a zhang apart, seemingly unrelated to each other, but in fact it faintly forms a mysterious magic circle, isolating this open space from the surroundings.

The sun was warm, shining from the sky, inside and outside the circle, but there was no difference at all, and it was the same as the sun shining in general.

"Whew!"

Only the next moment, there was a sharp sound, suddenly from above the clearing.

The old man standing at the door of the ancestral hall looked up, and the hand holding the broom was also subconsciously tightened.

A strange darkness suddenly appeared above this clearing, and in the blink of an eye, it enveloped the clearing, instantly dyeing the surroundings with a heavy sense of slaughter.

But this darkness is only in this clearing, to be precise, only in the magic circle formed by the surrounding rune paper, it is obvious that this strange magic circle on the periphery is used by the master to bind this power in it.

"Boom!"

I saw that the black gas in mid-air was getting thicker and thicker, making people feel as if they were in the Nine Hells, but in the next moment, suddenly a thunderous roar came out of the black gas, but I saw the purple light shining, bursting out from the black gas, and in the blink of an eye, the light was full of light, and the black gas was completely expelled.

Jun Wenxin held the Taiyi Divine Sword in his hand, and the volley appeared in the sky, and the purple light emitted from him, which was extremely dazzling, but seeing that his eyes were blazing, and the human sword was one, he rushed down from the sky.

"Heaven and earth are upright, and they will last forever. Not for the immortals, but for the ghosts and gods!"

The Taiyi Divine Sword carried ten thousand rays of light, emitting a roar, with thousands of momentum, the sword was still far away in the air, and the ground was already dusty, and the sand and stones flew away.

And as Jun Wen's mind and body shot down like electricity, the sides of his body seemed to be burning out of thin air because the speed was too fast and the momentum was too fierce.

He looked like a desperate, war-spirited god of war, flying down.

The lips of the old man in the ancestral hall suddenly began to tremble slightly.

"Boom!"

A huge roar came in the blink of an eye, and the ground hit by this magical true magic power let out a painful groan, and in an instant, the surface of the magic circle was torn apart, and large and small stones broke away from the ground and rose into the sky one after another.

And the dazzling purple light cluster in the middle of that power has pierced deep into the depths of the earth.

The various runes around the clearing, including the mysterious spells drawn on them, suddenly lit up together.

There was a faint sound of mysterious incantations in the air, sounding like a whisper, and the invisible power emanated, enveloping this huge destructive force in it and preventing it from leaking out.

Outside the circle, the sun is warm, and the grass and trees are leisurely, but inside the circle, the world is turned upside down, like a raging storm.

This is the magical scene outside the ancestral hall of the patriarch of Qingyun Mountain at this moment.

In the distance, a dark green figure looked at this from a distance, standing motionless with his hands in his hands.

The storm in the circle gradually subsided, and the sand, gravel and dust in the sky that had been stimulated by the tremendous power fell one after another, and the cracks in the ground and the huge deep hole still recorded the earth-shattering blow just now.

The old man standing at the entrance of the ancestral hall of the patriarch moved the corners of his mouth, and finally showed a smile, and in the depths of his eyes, there seemed to be a deep trace of relief.

"Huh!"

After a whistling sound, Jun Wenxin held the Taiyi Divine Sword in his hand and flashed out of the deep pit, even if the sky was full of dust, it did not touch him in the slightest.

As soon as his body fell to the ground, he began to gasp for breath, but on his face, there was still an expression of excitement and excitement.

He looked up at the old man standing at the door of the ancestral hall.

The old man was staring in...

This is a man who looks only seventeen or eighteen, and for ten years, the years do not seem to have left a trace on him, except for those eyes, which are deeper and deeper like the sea, so that under the touch of people's eyes, they can't help but fall into it.

He has a slender figure, dressed in white and snow, and the gold lines on the white clothes make him faintly reveal an indescribable luxurious and elegant temperament, and there is a kind of natural expression of contempt in his demeanor, which seems to have never taken the world into his eyes, but it is strange and does not make people feel disgusted.

The long black hair was naturally draped on the thin shoulders on both sides, faintly shining with a bright black luster under the sun, the face was fair and handsome, and a pair of eyes were gentle and attentive, but the eyes contained in it were like a sharp blade cutting through the night, and they instantly saw everything.

His fingers were slender, his wrist bones were thin, and a dazzling divine sword was clenched in the palm of his hand.

The old man's mouth gradually showed a hint of a smile, and he slowly raised his hand to beckon him gently.

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