The long sword was drawn from Huan Ming's chest, and the Qingyun Dao people seemed to take a few steps back again and again because of too much force, leaning on the white stone railing.

The black hair that was originally tied by the hairpin was scattered, and it was messily draped over the shoulders, with the blood on the robe of Qingyun Dao, and the hideous face, it looked even more terrifying and gloomy.

The blood splattered all over the ground with the drawing of the long sword, staining the sacred altar of sacrifice red, and the blood flowed along the ravine between the stone slabs, scattering along the corpse like a large red flower.

And with Huan Ming's death, the Qingyun Dao people opened their mouths and inhaled, and the golden rune that was conceived in Huan Ming's body turned into a set of golden clouds and came out, and was swallowed by the Qingyun Dao people in one gulp.

Immediately, I saw that the mana on the Qingyun Dao person was a little stronger, and even the Dao Dao golden mangs emanated from his body.

And within his soul, an illusory golden rune was gradually taking shape.

"Tick!"

"Tick!"

The Qingyun Dao people dragged the long sword, and the blood continued to flow down the blade.

Just walked to the steps of the altar of heaven, and the Qingyun Dao people stumbled and fell directly to the ground.

"Sonorous!"

The sword also landed on the ground with a soft roar.

The Qingyun Dao man fell to the ground, his shoulders trembling constantly.

After a long time, I slowly got up.

The moment he stood up, there was no longer the slightest emotion in his eyes, and his indifference was like a stone, and it was like a cloud in the sky, high up.

"If I am unkind!"

"Slaughter all those who hinder my enlightenment!"

The Qingyun Dao people, who were scattered in cloats, walked down the stairs of the altar of heaven step by step.

"Mole ants!"

"Mole ants!"

"It's all ants!"

One step at a time, with blood on the footprints.

After turning a few steps, at the bottom, two disciples were yawning with flashlights, which were waiting for the disciples of Qingyun Dao.

Suddenly, I saw a sound, and the two dozing disciples stood up at once, standing straight.

"Welcome the master down the mountain!" the two of them bowed respectfully and bowed their hands, saluting the Qingyun Dao people who went down the mountain.

The figure walked down slowly, but this time it stopped in front of the two of them, a disciple raised his head without understanding the situation, in the past, ordinary Qingyun Dao people would walk back directly, and the two of them were behind them, why this time?

However, as soon as he raised his head, he met the cold gaze of the Qingyun Dao people.

After being frightened by a spirit, he immediately found that the Qingyun Dao people were covered in blood, and they were holding a long sword in their hands, and at this moment the long sword was stained with blood and was still dripping down.

"Ahh

Before he could shout out a scream, he saw the Qingyun Dao man's long sword shoot out, sealing his throat with a sword.

"Master! Master!"

"Don't!"

The other person wanted to run, but the Qingyun Dao man's long sword slashed, and the sword light came out through the blade of the sword, slashing through his neck.

I saw that my head fell, and my body was still running, and after running seven or eight steps, I stopped, fell to my knees, and threw myself down.

After the two died, a golden light gushed out from their bodies, rushing into the bodies of Qingyun Dao people.

Qingyun Dao was expressionless, stepping over the headless corpse, without looking at the dead young man and the wide eyes at all, and walked inside.

The lights were turned on in the temple, and most of the disciples had rested at the moment, and the rest of them were chanting in the main hall, some were practicing collectively in the quiet room, and some of the disciples who had been punished were copying the scriptures in the side hall.

When the Qingyun Dao people walked in, the two disciples guarding the door were pierced through their heads by two sword rays before they could raise their heads, and they fell to the ground instantly.

A boy who looked to be no more than seventeen or eighteen years old while holding the Sanyang Guan Daozang fell to the ground with the scroll in his hand, red and soaked with blood.

Holding a long sword, the Qingyun Dao man walked through the dark front yard and broke into the hall.

At this moment, the oil lamps in the hall were still on, and under the faint light, there were more than a dozen people still chanting.

At this moment, a Daoist who was only forty years old looked back and saw at a glance a Qingyun Daoist who was covered in blood, carrying a blood-colored talisman sword, and like a demon, walked in.

"Viewing ...... Lord?"

"You...... What's wrong with you?"

The screams of horror caused everyone to turn their heads and look behind them at the same time.

"Spectator?"

"Blood...... Blood! That's blood!"

"What's going on?

"What the hell is going on?"

At this moment, the Qingyun Dao people were cloaked, and the magic sword flashed with light, and they crossed the threshold of the main hall, and blood dripped on the threshold.

He raised his head and looked at everyone in the hall with a cold gaze.

For a moment, everyone who met his eyes felt as if they were carrying the cold wind of winter, instantly freezing them, and their whole bodies involuntarily stirred up a spirit.

"Run!"

"Run!"

"Something is wrong!"

Immediately, some people felt that something was wrong and wanted to flee from here, but before they could take a step forward, they saw a flash of sword light piercing their bodies.

Qingyun Dao people stepped up, and with a turn of the long sword, more than a dozen people in the hall were all in different places in an instant, and they died on the spot.

More than a dozen corpses fell in the main hall, blood splattered the hall, and the corpses knocked over the candlesticks and stained the statue of the ancestor red.

Qingyun Dao people carefully wiped the statue of the ancestor with their robes, raised their heads, and looked at the statue of Chong Yunzi longingly.

"It's just me, it's just me!"

"It's the ancestor disciple who accepts the inheritance!"

"You ants, how can you insult my inheritance!"

"Today, we will get rid of all these disciples who insult the mountain gate!"

At this time, outside the main hall, a group of disciples rushed over, broke into the main hall, and immediately collapsed to the ground in fright.

I only saw that inside the main hall, the corpses were densely covered and blood was flowing.

And their master and ancestor were wiping the statue of the ancestor god at the moment, and when they turned around, a pair of strange eyes made everyone feel endless killing intent.

I saw that the placket of his clothes was covered with blood, and the bloody sword in his hand had already shown everything that had happened in the temple.

The disciples who blocked the door were suddenly frightened and retreated frantically, fleeing outside.

"Master Zu is crazy!"

"The master is crazy!"

There was a shouting outside, everyone was at a loss for what to do and screaming wildly, and the entire Sanyang Temple fell into chaos.

"Murder, murder!" A disciple who had just passed on his clothes turned pale with fright, and even lost his shoes.

"Master Zu is possessed by evil spirits!

"The ancestor is also possessed by evil spirits!"

Qingyun walked out of the main hall, his fingers brushed the blade of the magic sword, and a spiritual light immediately rose to the sky and drilled into the sky.

A wave of fluctuations shook up, and the peach forest spirit array outside was activated instantly, enveloping the entire Sanyang Temple, and wrapping the Sanyang Temple to death.

At this moment, the Sanyang Temple was completely sealed and turned into a dead place.

Qingyun Dao people stepped out of the main hall, walked out of the courtyard, and killed people when they saw them, and their swordsmanship was ruthless and ruthless, leaving no room for it.

With a wave of his hand, the talisman soared, and the entire Sanyang Temple fell into despair and terror, and everyone was running away from the Qingyun Dao people, wanting to flee outside, but the entire Sanyang Temple was sealed, and they could not escape.

Everywhere he passed, the sword light and talismans sprung up, and the disciples of the Sanyang Temple continued to fall.

And when many disciples fell, a golden rune light immediately appeared from their bodies, merging into the body of the Qingyun Dao people.

I only saw that the golden light in the body of Qingyun Dao was getting worse and worse, and even came out of the body, in the endless killing, the Qingyun Dao people became more and more miraculous, and the whole person seemed to gradually feather and ascend to the immortal in that killing, and turned into the legendary immortal.

There were some disciples who had realized the spiritual skills from the golden runes, or the disciples who had practiced earlier, tried to resist the Qingyun Dao people, but under the sword of the Qingyun Dao people, no one could resist them.

"Master, master, don't kill me!"

"I'm your apprentice!"

A disciple who was usually quite close to him knelt on the ground and begged bitterly, but he still couldn't resist the sword piercing his chest, and before he died, he still didn't believe that this was his master, and he was so resolute and ruthless.

"Master, let me go, let me go, I don't dare anymore!"

"Let me go down the mountain, let me go down the mountain!"

The young apprentice leaned against the wall and wailed, and then saw the sword light slash by, and the whole person turned in half, and a large blood flower splashed against the wall.

Passing through the courtyard, through the corridor, through the backyard, through the side hall, the Qingyun Dao people went all the way up and killed all the way.

Up and down his body, the white Dao robe was dyed blood-red, and he could no longer see the original color, at this moment, even the hair of the Qingyun Dao people turned blood-red, and his face and eyes were all revealing blood.

The whole person stood on top of the heavy corpse, turning into a demon from the deepest part of the netherworld.

Qingyun Dao people used a magic sword, slaughtered their own three sheep and looked up and down the door, not a single living mouth was left, and the blood flowed all over the ground, gathering into a river.

Until the last voice subsided, the entire Sanyang Temple was silent, and no sound could be heard again.

In the past, the prosperous and noisy Sanyang Temple has been completely reduced to a dead domain at this moment.

Qingyun Dao people passed through the Sanyang Temple like a lonely soul and a wild ghost, there were corpses everywhere, blood stained all over the Taoist Temple, and even the sky was filled with a bloody aura.

He stood in the front yard, his feet covered with corpses, and every step he took was stepping on them.

He just stood on top of the layers of corpses, looking up at the sky.

At this moment, the bright moon in the sky was still there, and the light was projected on him, so that he couldn't help but close his eyes.

On the blood-red face, a little silence calmed down, spread out his hands, and opened his mouth wide!

"Ahh

Hundreds of golden runes were photogenicized, gathered on the body of the Qingyun Dao people, condensed into a grain of Qinghua runes, stepped through the mortal dust, and practiced qi to build a foundation.

Forged into a Great Dao Seed.

"Go to Hugh!

"In such an earthly world, what is there to be nostalgic!"

"Dust off your dust! Cultivate that Immortal Dao Fruit!"

The Qingyun Dao people turned into a golden light and rushed into the clouds, like immortals, turning into light.

A few days later, on the night of the full moon, the door of the gods and demons of Antarctica opened.

A golden light fell into it and disappeared!