Looking at the confused appearance of the poisonous god, looking at Wan Jianyi's heroic posture that although he was old, he still did not lose his grace, and the corners of Cang Song's mouth inexplicably hooked up a smile.

Poison God, Poison God, what can you do if you are as careful as a hair, the Phantom Moon Cave Mansion is only the head of the house can enter, and the Zhuxian is the only senior brother of the head can take it out.

But Poor Dao never said that before leaving, the senior brother in charge did not take out the Zhuxian in advance and hide it in the mouth of Lingzun! ”

Three days ago, Qingyun Tongtian Peak, the main hall.

"Junior brothers and sisters, if you have no opinions, it will be so decided, three days later, each peak will leave an elder to guard, and the rest of the first elders will go to Tianyin Temple with this seat."

Above the high position, Dao Xuan made a summary of this discussion.

It's just that as soon as he finished speaking, he saw Uncle Chang, the first seat of Fenghui Peak, standing up and bowing his hand slightly to Dao Xuan.

"Senior brother in charge, with the benefit of the immortals, I, Qingyun, are naturally sure to deal with Tianyin Temple.

But since I want to lure the poison god to attack Qingyun, if I go to Tianyin Temple equally, wouldn't I give up the empty sect defense to the front of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate in vain?

The seven elders can't stop so many masters from the Ten Thousand Poison Sect. ”

Facing Zeng Shuchang's questioning, Dao Xuan shook his head and chuckled.

"Junior brothers and sisters, this seat will naturally not rashly put Qingyun in danger, since this arrangement is made, I am completely sure."

As he spoke, Dao Xuan raised his hand and led it back, and said, "You still remember this senior brother." ”

With Dao Xuan's words, everyone's eyes turned behind him, and they saw an old man in Tsing Yi walking out of the inner room of the main hall.

The old man's face was old, but there was a divine light in his eyes, which made people dare not force his eyes.

What made everyone even more puzzled was that there was a bit of familiarity on this person's face.

"Wan ...... Senior Brother Wan! ”

Finally, the elders of Tongtian Peak tentatively called out the identity of Wan Jianyi, and when they saw Dao Xuan and Wan Jianyi nodding at the same time, everyone was in an uproar.

Although it is a little difficult to accept the resurrection of Wan Jianyi, after all, more than 100 years have passed, and many people present at the scene of Wan Jianyi being executed by the door rules are also suspicious.

Now that Dao Xuan has personally exonerated Wan Jianyi, plus those old antiques have all been seated one by one, Dao Xuan is the biggest here, so everyone quickly accepted the fact that Wan Jianyi was not dead.

After accepting it, for one more powerhouse in the sect, the leaders and elders of Qingyun were very happy.

Then, everyone staged a big drama of Cangsong judging the teaching, and the head of the sect personally chased and killed, deceiving all the disciples of Qingyun.

After that, Dao Xuan personally went to the Phantom Moon Cave Mansion to take out the Zhu Immortal, secretly hid it in the mouth of the Lingzun, and set up this big killing.

found Qi Hao again, explained the truth, and asked him to pretend to convey the information of the sect's arrangement to Cangsong.

Of course, except for the matter of Wan Jianyi and Zhu Xian.

Now that I think about it, the whole arrangement is interlocking and interlocking, directly cutting off the last retreat of the poison god.

"Run!"

Almost without the slightest hesitation, facing Wan Jianyi, who was holding an immortal, the poison god turned around and ran.

While running, he also faced the disciples of the sect, Dahan, and asked his subordinates to retreat.

At this moment, in the face of the power of the immortals, how can the poison god still have any fighting will.

This will ..... It's just one to run and count one, whether you can save your life depends on your luck.

It's just that......

"You've come here, and you still want to go?"

Wan Jian chuckled lightly, reciting the sword trick, Tongtian Peak, a crimson light rose, and the ancient sword of Zhuxian and the red light reflected each other, blooming with a divine light like the morning sun.

Wan Jian held Zhu Immortal in one hand, and led the fleeing poison gods to everyone.

Thousands of sword qi fell, and the disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, all the gods and below, whether it was Zhuji, Jin Dan or Yuanying Elder, all died under this sword, turning into a blood mist.

Destroying millions of poison sect disciples with one blow, Wan Jian held the immortal in one hand, like the soul scythe of the god of death, and slashed towards the poison god who fled for his life with one blow.

In an instant, the aura swarmed, turning into a giant sword and slashing down at the poison god.

This sword, in terms of power alone, is even greater than the power of the thousands of sword qi that destroyed hundreds of disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect.

This sword is even more terrifying than the sword that Dao Xuan slashed at Zhang Xiaofan in the original book.

It's just that in the original book, Zhang Xiaofan has Baguio sacrificing his life to block a sword with an infatuation curse, and the poison god doesn't have a girl who loves him so much that he is willing to die for him.

"Bang!"

Under a single sword, the only God Transformation Elder of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect was directly crushed by the huge spirit crush.

"Poof!"

A sword fell, and the poison god condensed the true yuan of his whole body to resist, and the blood was still spurted wildly.

"Bang!"

was severely injured by the sword of Zhuxian, and the meridians of the poisonous god's whole body were all wiped out, and Dao cracks appeared on his body, all of which were supported by the cultivation of the Dao, and he was not annihilated by this sword.

It's just that, despite this, the poison god who had already flown to the foot of Qingyun Mountain still had a hard time maintaining his body, and fell directly from the air and fell heavily to the ground.

"Zhu Xian...... Ten thousand...... Sword One ......"

Waiting for Wan Jianyi, who was dressed in green clothes and holding Zhu Xian in the air, the poison god called out these two names intermittently.

The tone is full of unwillingness, full of helplessness at the end of the hero.

Then, he spat out a mouthful of blood again, tilted his head, and said no more.

A generation of poison gods fell at the foot of Qingyun Mountain at the age of 547.

Holding Zhu Immortal in hand, the two swords destroyed millions of enemies who came from the Poison Gate, and even made the oldest and most senior poison god in the Demon Sect fall.

It's just that in Wan Jianyi's eyes, there is no half joy.

Looking at the blood mist in the sky and the torn corpse of the poison god, Wan Jianyi couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion in his heart.

After hundreds of years of practice, it is still difficult to escape the fate of reincarnation.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, even if they are monks, even if they are strong in the Tao, they cannot escape this reincarnation.

Monk, what is it that you cultivate?

Immortality, does it really exist in this world?

Thinking of his already old face, he no longer has the high-spirited and unrestrained elegance of a hundred years ago.

Thinking that he had broken through the Hedao Pass, he felt even more insignificant, and he checked the infinity of heaven and earth, and ten thousand swords gave birth to a sense of loneliness for a while.

"Buzz!"

It seemed to feel Wan Jianyi's mentality that the world is silent, and there is nothing and no self, and the Zhuxian Sword held in Wan Jianyi's hand trembled slightly.

In the next moment, the blood mist that had not yet dissipated between heaven and earth seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, and they all converged towards the place where Zhu Xian was.

In the next moment, the essence blood of hundreds of monks was devoured by Zhu Xian, turning into the purest life force to replenish the body of Wan Jianyi.

Under the stunned gaze of Elder Qingyun and the disciples below, Wan Jianyi's gray hair was dyed with ink again, and his old face returned to blood.

In just a few breaths, the old Wan Jianyi regained the peerless elegance of his heyday.

Volleying void, holding the immortal.

At that moment, in a trance, Cang Song and the seven elders seemed to see the legend of more than a hundred years ago, that white cloth fluttering, one person and one sword, killing like the depths of the Great Wilderness of the Demon Sect, leaving the humiliating handwriting of 'Ten Thousand Swords Come Here' in the Demon Sect's main altar, and then drifted away.

At that moment, the first and elders who had been more than hundreds of years ago couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement in their hearts.

The ...... of that ten thousand swords back then It seems to be back again!

Burst!

A silent sound as if a bubble had been punctured echoed from heaven and earth.

At that moment, everyone in Qingyun seemed to hear the singing of some kind of voice, and it was as if there was no sound in their ears.

At that moment, the momentum on Wan Jian's body seemed to have broken some kind of bottleneck, and he climbed all the way up.

For more than 100 years, Wan Jianyi has always had an obsession in his heart, an obsession that he can't let go.

Like Dao Xuan, this obsession hinders him from moving forward.

Even though he relied on his peerless posture to break out a way and successfully stepped into the Merge Dao realm, for decades, the realm was trapped in the early stage of the Merge Realm, but it was difficult to break through the obstacles.

Zhu Xian.

A handful of immortals has achieved Qingyun and bound Qingyun.

Every generation of Qingyun heads, once they use Zhu Xian, they will inevitably fall into ominousness for ten thousand years.

And if you don't use Qingyun, you can't keep the status of the number one faction in the world.

It seems that the entire Qingyun since the Qingye Patriarch, the successive generations of heads have fallen into this curse like a dead cycle.

Joined forces with Dao Xuan to personally kill Wan Jianyi, who was trapped in the demon barrier by the anger of the Immortal, and never saw through this layer of obstacles.

As a result, his cultivation has always been trapped in the early stage of the Merge Dao, and it is difficult to survive.

And right now, just now.

At that moment, the emotion in his heart, the feeling that everything is within reach, and there is nothing and no self, made him almost disappear.

It's just that at the last moment, Zhu Xian's trembling made him get out of the realm that was about to transform into a Dao, and he also successfully broke the magic barrier in his heart.

Strength is in one mind, using it is right, and using it is evil.

Two thousand years ago, the Qingye Patriarch was able to master the Zhu Immortals, and he was able to carry the Zhu Immortals to kill the world, and no one dared to go against the Qingyun.

Now, how can he Wan Jianyi not be able to do it?

There is no road in the world, and they have all been walked out of a path in their previous lives.

Now, the predecessors have gone further, with the shadow of the predecessors, why can't he go higher?

Immortal robbery? Eternal calamity?

As soon as the magic barrier was gone, the bottleneck that had plagued Wan Jianyi for decades was instantly broken.

Cultivation climbs all the way until it reaches the peak of the path.

This is due to the fact that he was trapped in the early days of the Merge Dao and was unable to advance an inch and laid a deep foundation, and it is also the reason why he almost turned into the Dao and disappeared from the world, and he glimpsed a corner of the heaven and earth from the perspective of the Heavenly Dao where heaven and earth are silent and there is nothing and no self.

When there are thousands of people to learn from, you can also know how to go next.

And when a person has reached the pinnacle of his own world, and there is no way forward to learn from, every step is infinitely obscure.

Every foot is a new life.

Stepping right, it is an evolution, a detachment.

If you step on the wrong step, you will never recover!

Cultivation has always been a matter of going against the sky and facing crises step by step.

Step through the bottleneck and reach the peak of the road.

Holding the Zhuxian Sword again, Wan Jianyi even faintly sensed the joy of Zhuxian in his hand.

It seems that only when you reach such a realm can you be worthy of holding Zhu Xian, and you are worthy of truly exerting the power of Zhu Xian, so that you can not be controlled by Zhu Xian's anger.

Knowing that he had reached the limit of what his predecessors had walked, Wan Jianyi did not feel lost because there was no way in front of him.

Holding Zhu Xian in his hand, Wan Jian turned his head, looked at the ...... from afar,

The Great War is still breaking out in the Tianyin Temple.