In the darkness, countless black-clothed people poured up like a tide with a ghostly order, and the screams kept coming, this was completely a one-sided slaughter, and when the crowd dispersed again, there were no more people from the Blood Refining Hall. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

All the Blood Refining Hall disciples were all slaughtered by the ghosts.

Even the disciples of the Ghost King didn't dare to look up at the ghost in front of them.

At this moment, the ghost is powerful, as if he is no longer a person, but a demon who crawled out of hell.

Ghost Li stood on the abyss of death in front of him, silently staring down, as if in the deepest darkness in the world, there were memories of his past.

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And on the far side, there seem to be two worlds that are completely different from this darkness, above the clouds.

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?

In the big battle ten years ago, the first of the six peaks of Qinyun was directly killed, and the first peak of Cangsong betrayed Qinyun, which can be said to be the overall strength of the entire Qinyun has declined.

But a new day will go on, and no matter how many people are lost, the sun will still shine on the clouds.

Today's Qinyun Mountain, in a stage of waste to be revived, the first peak of the first vein, because of the Cangsong Dao people, the second largest vein after the Changmen was originally in the Qingyun Gate can not raise its head, and after the public promotion within the vein, it is surprising that the younger generation of Qi Hao took over the first position.

And the frightening feather, who showed extraordinary talent back then, disappeared, and the rumors of this person were rarely heard on this peak, as if he had disappeared.

The mountain behind Tongtian Peak, the ancestral hall of the patriarch.

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.

Fang Zheng was sitting alone in the open space in front of the ancestral hall, with his eyes closed. The dragon slaying sword that emitted a turquoise light floated gently above his head, emitting a green circle of light that enveloped him, and in the sunlight, a mysterious strange light flashed.

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The current Fang Zheng has devoted himself to the state of cultivation, rarely appears at the first peak, and practices swords in the back mountain all day long.

Behind him, in the shadows of the ancestral hall, there were two eyes, staring at him quietly. In the middle of the night, a figure slowly walked out.

It was the mysterious old man with a wrinkled face, he slowly walked out of the shadows, sat down on the steps of the ancestral hall, his eyes stayed on Fang Zheng's body, and after a long time, he said lightly: "It's okay." ”

The turquoise light of the dragon slaying was retracted, Fang Zheng took a deep breath, opened his eyes, stood up, turned his head to look at the old man, smiled, and said, "Senior!"

The old man looked at his young face, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Your qualifications are really good, and you work so hard, I'm afraid there is no one of your age who can be your opponent in the current era." ”

Fang Zheng shook his head, the reason why he worked so hard was because Xiao Fan couldn't use common sense, especially because he was stimulated by Bi Yuan's death, he bowed to the old man and whispered: "Seniors, these are what juniors should be." ”

The old man waved his hand lightly, and then sighed: "In the blink of an eye, it has been ten years again. I don't have anything to teach you, and you've been with me in this ancestral hall for ten years, so go back today. ”

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Fang Zheng looked at the front of the mountain, and before he knew it, ten years had passed.

The old man continued: "Today I heard that the new generation of outstanding disciples in the Qingyun Sect are all gathered on Tongtian Peak, there may be something, there is also a word from Nagato just now, you should also go." ”

The corners of Fang Zheng's mouth moved, looking at the old man, without saying anything, the old man smiled, his face seemed to have a faint gloom, but then disappeared, waved his hand: "Good man, you don't have to make this gesture, go!"

Fang Zheng took a deep breath, bowed to the ground, and said: "Senior, the grace of the past ten years of teaching is as majestic as a mountain, and the disciple will never forget, and in the future, he will use what he has learned to eliminate demons with righteousness, repay his teacher, and live up to his ambition!"

The old man nodded with a smile and said, "Okay, you can go." ”

Fang Zheng saluted again, looked at the surrounding scenery, and finally Huo Ran turned around, straightened his body, strode forward, and left the ancestral hall.

The sun shone on his back, as if it was also a little dazzling.

All of this was an opportunity for the feather, but now he was being received by Fang Zheng, and his progress was far higher than the old man expected.

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The old man looked at his figure, stunned, and at some point, another figure appeared behind him.

"He's gone. The figure said lightly.

The corners of the old man's mouth moved, he slowly stood up, and turned his head to look at this person, the supreme head of the Qingyun Sect.

"Thank you. He said suddenly.

The head of Qinyun seemed to be slightly taken aback, and frowned: "What?"

The old man walked through his body and walked towards the hall of the ancestral hall, and said, "Thank you for agreeing to let this young man accompany me for ten years." ”

The head of Qinyun was silent for a moment, and slowly walked into the ancestral hall, in front of the spiritual platform where countless Qingyun ancestors were enshrined in the main hall, the lights and incense candles were bright and uncertain, and the faces of the people who were shining were also gloomy.

The old man walked to the altar, picked up a brand new incense candle from the incense table in front of the altar, lit it on the other incense candle, and replaced the incense candle next to it that was about to burn out.

The head of Qinyun silently watched his slow and skillful movements, and suddenly said: "Back then, I took a big risk and saved you from all the teachers, but you didn't even say a word of thanks. Why do you thank me today, a teenager?"

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The old man did not speak, but took a step back, in the shadows, still holding the broken candle that had just been replaced. He raised his head and looked upward, the spiritual position of the ancestors of Qingyunmen stood majestically in front of him, sacred and solemn, like a mountain, as if he was easily overwhelmed by a small person.

He was silent, didn't speak, just stared.

Behind him, the head of Qin Yun couldn't see the old man's eyes at this moment, but he saw that the scorching candle oil dripping from the broken candle fell on the dry palm of the hand, drop by drop, and then slowly solidified.

The palm of the hand also seemed to be trembling slightly.

Deep in the shadows, far away, there seemed to be a faint sigh...