"Zen Sword Pavilion, Scattered Sect!, everyone can go to the Demon Mountain first, and then go down the mountain and flee for their lives!" Ling Heng's eyes were filled with tears as he said this.

As soon as these words came out, the entire sword field was silent, and everyone didn't expect that this would be the result, did the five-hundred-year foundation of the Zen Sword Pavilion just say that it would be dispersed?

Everyone was speechless, bowed their heads and said nothing, responding to Ling Heng with silence and declaring their position with silence.

At this time, Qin Qi was already in tears, this was the second time he had cried in five years, the first time was on that night five years ago.

Indescribable guilt and self-blame tormented Qin Qi's heart, the hand holding the Tiangong Sword was trembling slightly, his low-hanging face was covered by his long hair, and only the iron rod he was carrying was still straight and unyielding.

"The sect is here, the sect is destroyed!" At this time, I don't know who shouted, everyone looked up at Ling Heng one after another, and the depression just now was swept away, and their eyes burst out with unparalleled fighting intent.

"The sect is here, the sect is destroyed!" everyone seemed to be injected with a new momentum, shouting in unison, everyone's body unconsciously revealed a faint sword qi, and then thousands of sword qi gathered together to form a huge qi sword, hanging high in the sky above the sword field, mighty and unyielding.

Seeing this, a hint of relief appeared on Ling Heng's face, but it was about three thousand young lives, how could he let these young people who were in the prime of their youth go to death in vain.

"I've made up my mind, now that you're no longer a disciple of the Zen Sword Pavilion, and I'm no longer your master, don't get out of here!" Ling Heng's face was gloomy and he shouted coldly.

But even though Ling Heng spoke viciously, no one left on the sword field, not even a single person moved, and they stood there stubbornly one by one, without fear.

"Being able to teach an apprentice like you, even if I die, Ling Heng, I can be proud of myself!" Ling Heng said slowly, "Okay! In that case, we will fight the Bai family!"

After saying this, Ling Heng's previous malaise and depression were swept away, and a fierce essence flashed in his eyes, the Zen Sword Pavilion Pavilion Master who was arrogant and unyielding had finally returned.

Everyone's hearts couldn't help but perk, but Qin Qi still lowered his head and said nothing.

"Someone, tie up the rebel Qin Qi and take him to the Demon Mountain to expel him from the sect!"

Qin Qi was also stunned when he heard this, his lips twitched a few times and he wanted to say something, but he never said it.

"The rebel Qin Qi, who does not respect the master's order, goes against the grain, traps the sect in a desperate situation, puts his comrades to death, and now orders him to return the Tiangong Sword, and expel him from the sect, and never step into the Divine Sword Peak for half a step!" Ling Heng said fiercely, but he never glanced at Qin Qi.

"I won't leave!" Qin Qi said slowly, he knew in his heart that Ling Heng had enough reasons to save himself, but he didn't have enough reasons to leave.

Just like when facing the gray-clothed old man, this game can only be solved by himself, and only by standing up by himself can Zen Sword Pavilion survive this catastrophe.

"From now on, you are no longer a disciple of the Zen Sword Pavilion, let's go!" Ling Heng looked at Qin Qi and said softly, his tone full of love and pity.

Qin Qi was about to speak, but he felt a palm wind coming towards him, and then he fell backwards in a dark light.

At the moment when Qin Qi fell, he saw the sparkle in Ling Heng's eyes, and saw the reluctance and determination in the eyes of the three thousand fellow disciples on the sword field.

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A few miles away from the Divine Sword Peak, the White Bear and the White Leopard looked at the huge sword array in front of them and smiled, with a deep mockery on their faces.

In their opinion, such a sword formation just consumes some time, but the end is the same.

Behind the two of them were thirteen black-clad ghost-faced men, carrying long knives, standing there silently like ghosts, only thirteen black cloaks fluttering in the wind.

And behind these thirteen people, there were guards dressed in cyan strong clothes and holding short swords, standing quietly in place and waiting for the Bai brothers' orders.

"Give you time to break this sword formation, are you sure?" said to the Thirteen Guards.

"A stick of incense is enough!"

As soon as the words fell, thirteen figures instantly rose from the ground, rushing forward like thirteen black lightning.

Bai Bai Xiong seemed to be very satisfied with this result, and immediately laughed at Bai Bai Leopard: "Second brother, let's go, let's go and see the excitement!"

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When Qin Qi woke up, he found himself in a dense forest, and his body was covered with thick weeds as a disguise, although Qin Qi had never been to Demon Mountain, he knew that this was Demon Mountain.

Qin Qi struggled to stand up, although his mind was still a little drowsy, he knew that he had to rush back.

But, what about the road?

There was no way to follow in front of him, and as far as the eye could see, there were dense forests and broad leaves, and Qin Qi couldn't even discern the direction.

Even so, Qin Qi still ran forward like crazy, letting the branches and leaves like knives cut through his clothes and skin, and letting the vines under his feet stumble, at this moment Qin Qi had only one goal, and that was to return to the Zen Sword Pavilion.

I don't know how long he ran, Qin Qi was exhausted, although the surrounding area was no longer a dense forest, but it was replaced by a barren stone mountain dozens of zhang high, there was still no way to follow, Qin Qi finally felt a deep despair, this despair was even stronger than when he faced his death three months later, and it was even more painful to the bone marrow.

"Division...... Fu!" Qin Qi roared as hard as he could, this was the first time he had called out these two words in five years, but unfortunately no one listened to him anymore.

Click――

At this moment, a thunderbolt suddenly sounded in the sky, and the silver-white lightning illuminated the entire night sky, shining on the stone mountain, reflecting a miserable white.

A boundless cloud hovers over the stone mountain, and the purple lightning can be faintly seen, like a dragon churning, which is extremely spectacular.

"Oh my God, your fucking talk doesn't count......"

At this moment, I heard an angry roar from the top of the stone mountain, and then a black shadow about dozens of feet long rose into the sky, and swept towards the dark cloud.

Click――

A bolt of lightning slammed into the black shadow's head, "Roar-" The black shadow let out a heart-rending roar, and then fell straight to the ground.

I saw that this black shadow was dark all over, and its body was covered with fine scales, glowing with a hideous and terrifying luster under the imprint of thunder.

Suddenly, Qin Qi felt a violent clangling of the iron rod behind him, and then he flew out of his hand and flew towards the top of the giant python's head, suspended in mid-air, exuding a dazzling golden light, and within this golden light, Qin Qi seemed to faintly see the shadow of a golden spear.

"This, what's going on?" Qin Qi was shocked.

Before he died, his father handed over the iron rod to himself, but he did not explain its origin, and even Uncle Ghost kept it silent, only telling himself to keep it alive.

At this time, countless thick electric rays in the gloomy clouds shuttled and merged at a rapid speed, and the iron rod seemed to compete with the thunder, and the golden light became more and more brilliant, illuminating the surroundings as bright as day.

Thunder and lightning flashed, all as terrifying as the end of the world.

"Could it be that this is the Thunder Tribulation?" Qin Qi exclaimed.

"This is a thunder tribulation! This thief gave Lao Tzu three months in advance!" the giant python turned its huge head around and roared.

"Huh?" As soon as the python's voice fell, he raised his eyes and saw the iron rod suspended in mid-air, and couldn't help but let out a sigh of surprise.

"What is this?" the python circled up towards the iron bar.

Bang -

However, before the python could get close to the iron rod, it saw the iron rod flash a golden light and knock it to the ground, and even the armor-like scales were peeled off by the powerful force, revealing bright red flesh.

"Dragon...... The power of the dragon element!" the giant python exclaimed, ignoring the sharp pain coming from his body, and stood tall and leaned towards the iron rod again.

As expected, the giant python was hit by a golden ray again, and a trace of red blood overflowed from the gap in the scales.

"That's right, it's the power of the dragon yuan!kid!Who are you?Why do you have a dragon artifact?!" The giant python twisted its huge body and approached Qin Qi excitedly.

"Disciple of Zen Sword Pavilion, Qin Qi!" Qin Qi hurriedly replied.

"Zen Sword Pavilion, what a familiar name!" the giant python fell into deep thought after hearing this.

"The predecessor is the Protector Divine Beast of the Zen Sword Pavilion!" Qin Qi reminded.

"Hahaha! Yes, Lao Tzu did agree to Zen Jianzi to be his protector!" the giant python suddenly realized, and opened his mouth to laugh like a human, "But what about Zen Jianzi? He promised to protect Lao Tzu until he turned into a dragon!"

Boom Boom

At this moment, only the sound of thunder in the air was even worse, as if countless heavenly soldiers were beating drums to shake the sky, and like the sound of huge waves hitting stones to crack the universe.

"Boy, borrow the artifact for the time being, you leave here quickly!" The giant python couldn't help but say, arched his body and only rubbed it slightly, and sent Qin Qi dozens of feet away.

At this time, on the top of the stone mountain, a golden illusory figure slowly flashed, and the golden mangs were the same as the golden rays emitted by the iron rods, and no matter the thunder flashes in the sky, they could not hide the golden rays on the top of the stone mountain.

It could be vaguely seen that the virtual image was a middle-aged man, standing quietly on the top of the stone mountain looking at the iron rod, with a hint of surprise on his face.

"I didn't expect to see it again after hundreds of years!" the virtual image stood with his hands in his hands and said slowly. But then, the virtual image slowly faded away, leaving no trace.

And at this moment, I saw that the thunder in the sky slowly converged into three huge purple thunder dragons in the sky above the giant python, entangled with each other and shuttling rapidly.

"Thief God! Even if the three dragons and thunder tribulations can help me, Lao Tzu wants to compete with the sky and talk with the sky!" The giant python's huge body hovered under the iron rod, and the python's body stood upright, and his mouth let out a roar of rage.

And inside the golden mangs of the iron rod, the image of the golden spear became clearer and clearer, and Qin Qi could even vaguely see the golden dragon hovering over the body of the spear.

Click――

A thunder dragon roared down, baring its teeth and claws and shooting towards the giant python.

At the same time, the iron rod suddenly became golden, and where the light shrouded, the huge body of the thunder dragon was unexpectedly stagnant.