The morning breeze is cool and refreshing, adding a bit of coolness to the scorching sun.

"Thank you Master Jianming for expelling the demonic obstacles in Xiaoguan's heart many times in the past few days, thank you here! If there is any difficulty in the future, Zhao Xihu will definitely be duty-bound!"

"Lord Zhao Shi is serious, it is the duty of my Buddhist disciples to cast spells to exorcise demons for others, not to mention that this Yiguan donor has a lot of demons in his heart, if he doesn't expel the demons as soon as possible, I am afraid that the consequences will be unpredictable. Seeing Ming cautiously admonished, his eyes kept falling on Liu Yiguan, who was indifferent.

"I don't need others to take care of my affairs!" Suddenly getting up, Liu Yiguan's indifferent eyes flashed with a hint of indifference, cold and ruthless.

The disciple surnamed Wang frowned, Liu Yiguan's words were really a bit excessive, so he wanted to scold him forward, but his steps were sudden!

Not only him, but everyone moved their eyes out of the window, and a spiritual power qi roared along with the condensation sword intent, although the sword intent was weak, it contained a majestic atmosphere, breaking through the air, the spiritual power qi was a sword intent, a sword intent of a person who had cultivated deeply!

"Flying Sword Transmission, Amitabha, who has such profound mana!" Seeing Ming's serious expression, using the method of the imperial sword to pass the book is an extremely profound spell, and it can't help but need a huge spirit, and it also needs strong mana, otherwise the flying sword will be difficult to continue, and it will only dissipate and collapse into nothingness.

"Is it the breath of the master?" Liu Yiguan suddenly spoke, with a hint of joy on his face.

Everyone was shocked, Master, the only person who made Liu Yiguan such a title was the master of the Heavenly Immortal Gate Changkong Peak-Xu Changkong!

A golden light suddenly fell out of the window, and a group of people walked out of the door in an instant, the golden light appeared in the shape of a body, which was clearly a Qingfeng sword condensed by spiritual power, trembling slightly, the sword bloomed a wisp of green light, swept out of the body of the Mo painting, and the sword body trembled slightly, as if it was being pulled.

The color of the strange picture changed slightly, and pointed to the center of his eyebrows, and then pointed to the sword, and a ray of light from his fingertips instantly hit the body of the sword, and the Qingfeng sword was full of light, and then collapsed into thousands of points of fluorescence, but it condensed into a line of handwriting in an instant!

"The whole Yulang faction has been slaughtered! The world will change, remember to be safe! Remember, remember!"

The handwriting lingered in the void for more than ten breaths before fading away, but everyone was silent on the spot by this shock.

The world will change, but this sentence, if ordinary people will only disdain it, but it is as written by the master of Xianmen Changkong Peak today himself, there is no falsehood, and it is precisely because of this that people can't believe it, can't believe it!

"Master Mo Painting, are you sure that this Flying Sword Transmission was written by the Lord of the Sky Peak himself?" Seeing Ming's unprecedented seriousness, he had a faint premonition that the words of this Flying Sword Transmission would definitely come true!

"Yulang faction, this name is so familiar......," Liu Yiguan muttered in a low voice, puzzled.

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To the north of Shanhaiguan, the vast land has become very gloomy because of the shadows of the trees, and the shadows in the silent forest are sufficient.

There are swords and swords, there is blood spilled, there are angry shouts! This is Shanhaiguan, the place where the immortals and demons fight, the immortals and demons have been fighting here for a long time, the blood stains the land, the evil breath smudges the sky, even if there is a scorching sun, it is also dim, like the realm of hell, trembling people's souls!

In the further north, there are still broad-leaved woods, where the world is like the Central Plains, the clear sky is like a blue wash, a bright, a few white clouds float in, blocking the scorching sun, adding a bit of seclusion to this dense forest.

There are footsteps from the dense forest, look carefully, the dense forest under the cover, there is a bluestone path, although it is in the dense forest, this bluestone path but there is no half of the fallen leaves, even if the surrounding trees have fallen leaves, but there is a light wind to blow it to both sides!

"It's surprising that he actually lives here!" A voice came, and two people slowly moved on the bluestone path.

"Sect Master, who is it that you need to see in person, why don't you let your subordinates invite ......" The man behind him spoke slowly, his tone full of respect, with a hint of fear in it.

"This person, you can't afford to ask him, and don't ask again. The Soul Refining Sect Master turned his head slightly, and the pupils on the masked scarf were filled with a trace of evil energy.

"Yes, sect master, subordinates won't ask again!" This person suddenly lowered his head and said in a trembling voice, as a deacon of the inner gate of the Soul Refining Sect, he had never even seen the figure of the master of the Soul Refining Sect, if it wasn't for the fate to see it today, he would definitely not have the slightest chance on weekdays.

"Hmph!" The Sect Master of the Soul Refining Sect glanced at the deacon in the sect coldly, without saying a word, still carrying it with one hand, and took a step on this bluestone road.

After about half a pillar of incense, the Soul Refining Sect Sect Master stopped and looked up.

It is already the end of the bluestone road, and at this end, a mansion is located here out of thin air, which appears extremely abruptly, incompatible with the surroundings, and is very eye-catching.

"It's been so many years, and it's so unruly to build a house!" Smiling slightly, the Soul Refining Sect Master stopped, and the gilded characters written on the plaque on the door were clearly eye-catching—Phantom Yang Mansion!

There are couplets on both sides, and there is a silent arrogance between the words.

No one is looking for a corner of the phantom sun, and those who are looking for it should be themselves!

"No one is looking for a corner of the illusory sun, and those who are looking for it should be themselves?, good poetry, good poetry!" A long laugh came from the mouth of the Soul Refining Sect Master, and the sound rippled like water ripples, rolling around, and the forest leaves 'rustling' where they passed, fluttering and falling, and the branches also fell in the layers of leaves in the sound of breaking.

"Then, let me add two more strokes!" The long laugh stopped, and the Soul Refining Sect Master pointed like a sword, and the light and shadow were intertwined.

"No pen and no ink, how can I write from myself, heaven and earth are ink and fingers are pens!" Lingmang is constantly cut on the wooden door in the dying, not everything is half an inch into the wood, writing in the air, meaning book, reading is the pen, leaving traces of Taoism on the wooden door.

"Sigh and return to the mountain dwelling, and stay with Rong Huanyang!"

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In the Phantom Yang House, in the hall and the wing, there is the sound of boiling water in the ears, the water vapor in the mouth of the sand pot, and the lid of the pot is undulating, but no one carries the pot to make tea.

"The water is boiling, why is the master indifferent?" someone said.

In front of the hall, on a sandalwood chair, an old man enjoys pranayama with his eyes closed, and there is even a faint glow looming around him.

The old man was dressed in gray linen clothes, and his outfit was not very extravagant, but he had a sense of naturalness and Taoism.

Hearing the words, the old man opened his eyes and said indifferently.

"It's because you came back that I boiled water and waited!"

"Please take a break for the master, and I will serve the fragrant tea to the master!" Behind the screen on one side, the figure walked out slowly, this is a young man, quite elegant young man, like a weak scholar, with his hair tied up behind his back, holding a folding fan and shaking gently, looking like a handsome boy.

"Hmm, what have you done, how can there be a smell of blood on your body?" the old man said with a sudden frown.

"The smell of blood?" the young man was slightly stunned, and then said.

"I haven't touched anything in the past few days, so how can it smell of blood?"

"This smell is human blood!" the old man's eyes flashed with scarlet, and his words were slightly cold.

The young man's complexion changed slightly, the old man in front of him was his master, he usually didn't like blood the most, even if he usually had food and lodging, he would never see blood or even any bloody taste, every time he noticed that there was blood, the old man would be extremely angry!

He had privately checked the identity of the old man, but the result was unexpected, just a few words, and then, a sensational incident made him unable to help himself for a long time.

That day, he was in the house, and his master was standing outside the window staring at him, his cold eyes were filled with a trace of evil qi, although that day was cloudless, his ears seemed to be thundering on the ground, and his hairs stood up! The crisis that seemed to be able to destroy the world hit his heart, and he only felt a darkness in front of him, and the next moment the evil qi and the crisis dissipated at the same time, and when he came back to his senses, the figure outside the window had already left, and he got up to wipe the sweat between his eyebrows, but found that his palms had already been soaked with sweat!

"Why did Shizun suddenly come here?" Surprised, he opened the door and walked out of the house, a trace of Daoguang was drawn from a distance, and he walked forward along the Daoguang Trace.

After walking for a long time, until he reached a cliff, on the top of the cliff, the old man stood in the wind, carrying one hand, as if sensing his coming, and looked back at it, but did not say anything.

"See the master, why didn't the master ...... in front of the window just now" hug your fists and bow, as a disciple, meet the master, no matter what, the etiquette must not be lost!

But as soon as he looked up, he couldn't speak again, and he saw a touch of blood, it was blood, on the placket, on the shirt, on the shoes and trousers...... With the wind blowing on the top of the cliff, that little bit of blood is quite dazzling!

"Do you know what you have done wrong?" the old man did not ask again, but asked himself.

"Please also tell the master......" Before the words fell, the old man had already turned around and waved his sleeves, and his spiritual power surged out, directly bombarding his body.

The great force made him feel like he had been hit hard, his eyes darkened, his chest ached, and a cloud of blood mist suddenly erupted, and his expression was pale and languishing.

"Do you know what kind of crime it is to investigate the identity of the teacher without authorization? Nian you are just a first offense, and you are the only disciple of the teacher, go to the culvert to face the wall for three months, if you dare to step out of the culvert half a step, I will break your legs!" The old man was furious, and suddenly turned around and spoke coldly, only then did he see clearly that the old man's face was also dotted with blood, and he was very hideous at this moment.

His body shook, and he was about to speak, but the figure on the top of the cliff disappeared.

After three months, he went out of the cave to find the person who had been investigating, but he was shocked to learn that except for him, all those who participated in the investigation, regardless of their identity or cultivation, had died violently before March! All the corpses were mottled and miserable!

Until this time, he knew the horror of the old man, and since then, he has never had the slightest intention of probing!