The sword light fell, like a torrential rain, dancing and falling, slashing out of the mess.

"Poof! Burst! Burst! ”

Wan Hai's face was like ashes, and he sat on the ground, even in the middle of the Jindan Realm, he was powerless to fight back in the face of such a spectacular attack.

The other cultivators were even more stunned, and their eyes were full of shock.

The sword light was very dazzling, and people couldn't look at it directly.

And then...... I only heard a few "ding, ding, ding" sounds, and those sharp sword lights pierced into their bodies.

"Ahh Yes! Yes! ”

A monstrous roar, constantly ringing out.

In the midst of this cry, there was killing, death, and despair.

One after another, the cultivators in the early stage of the Jindan Realm fell one after another, and they fell in groups like harvested rice and wheat.

There are corpses all over the ground, this scene is so shocking!

From the three major ancient martial families, a total of more than 300 early stage powerhouses of the Jindan Realm, at this moment, they kept falling to the ground and losing their vitality.

Some cultivators with several sword lights in their bodies had already been stabbed like a hornet's nest, covered in blood, and their appearance was extremely miserable, and their expressions were even more terrifying because of pain.

Wailing all over the field, corpses all over the ground, but those sword lights, but there is no tenderness, the sword light is the same, like autumn rain, lingering.

Some cultivators who were lucky enough to be alive stared wide-eyed, and their dead and desperate eyes were locked on those sword lights.

And then......

Those sword lights, sharp as blades, broke through the shackles and pierced their bodies.

No one was spared!

The cultivators kept falling, and there were more corpses on the ground, and blood stained the messy land.

"I implore the old man of Xiaoyaozi to stop and forgive me for my rude crimes!"

Wan Hai surrendered to the ground, crying silently, hundreds of corpses lurked around him, blood stained the ground red, and the rich smell of blood diffused on the earth.

This scene is so shocking!

At this moment, Wan Hai was completely panicked and lost his will to fight.

From the moment he stepped into Changbai Mountain, he knew that he could not fight again.

Because, this Changbai Mountain is the territory of that god.

Those who dare to act recklessly will not be spared!

Dare to burn and kill the looters, and you will not be spared!

Those who dare to offend the taboo will be killed!

These three "unforgiving" have been verified by countless strong people in the long river of time. Looking at the corpses piled up on the hills not far away, you can know a thing or two.

Wan Hai is the great elder of the Shushan Sword Gate, and is in charge of a series of door rules of the Shushan Sword Gate.

In the Sword Gate, life and death are all controlled by him.

Wan Hai is familiar with the door rules, and he knows that in the iron-blooded door rules, there is a "dead rule", that is, "those who trespass on Changbai Mountain will be killed".

Now, he has committed a "dead rule", and he is only one step away from death.

There was despair in his eyes, and his pale face and stiff expression proved everything!

This Changbai Mountain is not accessible to immortals, and it is impossible to break through unless it is a devil.

After the four ancient martial arts families in China, anyone who dares to break into Changbai Mountain, this forbidden place, will inevitably escape the word "death".

"You and other thieves, deceive me, trespass on Changbai Mountain, how can the old man spare you?"

On the top of Changbai Mountain in the distance, all of a sudden, a reprimand like the sound of thunder sounded again.

Then, a sword shot up into the sky, like the giant pillar of the sky, "boom", it pierced the sky, and flashed in this dim night starry sky.

This brilliant sword dares to compete with the stars and moonlight! Dare to compete with the vast starry sky!

When the sword light pierced the sky, it caused a miraculous vision of day and night reversed, and the night instantly changed into day, all this because of that sword light!

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

The trembling sound of the mountains, as heavy as the bells, resonated with a behemoth, one after another.

At this moment, the great Huaxia, like a miracle resurrection, actually appeared a mysterious vision.

Located in China, many feng shui secret treasures, such as the Kunlun Mountains in the west of China, the three mountains and five mountains in the central part of China, and the Daxing'an Mountains and Changbai Mountains in the northeast of China, and the Wuyi Mountain and Shu Mountain in the southeast of China, these have been praised by the ancient book "The Classic of Mountains and Seas" as a mysterious ancient mountain where demons are rampant.

Xiaoyaozi, with the power of a sword, pierced the sky.

At the same moment, in the depths of Kunlun Mountain, an old man with a pale face and white hair, whose dry eyes were originally dull and godless, actually bloomed with a sharp light, the old man was skinny and skinny, wearing an old robe, and on this robe, there were many mysterious small seal ciphers, exuding a golden light.

"Two thousand years...... Amitabha Buddha ......"

The Kunlun Mountain Range, stretching for hundreds of miles, is majestic and magnificent, with countless wild beasts and constant roars, but at this time, in this mountain range, there is a silence between breaths. All this is because the old man spoke the truth.

If someone opens the ancient books and compares the appearance of this old man, they will know that this old man is the founder of Shaolin and a real person!

Similarly, on Shu Mountain, under a bronze broken ding, an old man also slowly opened his eyes, and for a while, the entire Shu Mountain was silent, and even the starry sky and the moon were eclipsed.

"Two thousand years...... His sword is still the first sword in the world, and it is amazing! ”

The old man spoke the truth, and then, with a smile, a faint smile was wiped on the wrinkled and withered face.

Far away in western Sichuan, on Qingcheng Mountain, in a place of clouds and mist, an old man who has settled in meditation slowly opened his eyes that had been closed for a long time, and suddenly, the clouds and mist on this Qingcheng Mountain, "whew", are all dispersed.

"Two thousand years...... A generation of graceful and carefree, a sword slashes out the power of immortals! ”

The old man who had settled in zazen, his wrinkled face, also showed a light smile.

One by one, the giants of the sky continued to recover, provoking the scarlet moon, and all of a sudden, it became eclipsed.

They have the most powerful power in the world, but because they have seen all the prosperity of the world, they have no choice but to live in seclusion in the mountains and forests.

They represent the elegance of an era, and they have all carved out their own era, and they are known as the pre-Qin cultivators.

That era, that era, once belonged to them, but it no longer exists...... For a long time, the great China, the three mountains and five mountains, the five lakes and the four seas that constantly tremble, are all calm.

Everything that happened before was as if it had never happened.

At this moment, Xiaoyaozi stood on the top of the mountain, his momentum was strong, like a demon god, he was condescending, and his cold eyes looked down at all living beings, and said indifferently: "We have made an agreement that your descendants will not enter Changbai Mountain." Now, they have broken the taboo, and I will kill them! Do you have any complaints? ”

(End of chapter)