The autumn wind rises, the autumn leaves fall, and life gathers and disperses.

Each autumn becomes familiar, and each autumn feels like a continuation of an unfinished autumn many years ago.

Ye Junlin looked at these people in front of him, the sword in his hand, clenched.

On Kunlun in one breath, the sword roars thousands of miles.

Lin You looked at him with a somewhat panicked expression, also as a 'sword warrior', Lin You knew that Ye Junlin had already moved to kill, if he didn't take any measures, he was afraid that they would all have to explain here.

Qian Mo's left hand was holding a piece of talisman paper, and he was thinking about whether to summon his army of 'spirit beasts'.

Lin You stretched out his hand and stopped in front of Qian Mo.

"Use that, we're no match for him. ”

Qian Mo pursed his lips, as if he didn't agree with Lin You's words, but the situation forced him not to refute, so he had to silently step aside and look at Lin You.

Lin You took out a scroll from her bosom, very carefully, as if what she had in her hand was a priceless fragile treasure.

The scroll is not large, about a few points longer than the palm of the hand, and the whole body is jet black, like a thousand years of black charcoal.

Ye Junlin looked at this scroll, and a bad premonition faintly rose in his heart.

Lin You held the scroll, and there was no arrogance on his face, but he became more and more careful.

The black dark attribute Xuan Power was slowly injected into it, and then, on the small scroll, a large black mist surged.

Lin You threw the scroll into the sky, and then the people in Qinglin Hall, like frightened rabbits, fled.

Ye Junlin was slightly surprised, and felt more and more that things were not simple.

He ordered the White Wolf King to take Wang Bodang away from here, and he held the Red Flame Sword in his hand and fought against him.

At the end of the black mist, countless ghosts instantly wailed. There are old people's voices, women's voices, and children's voices, dense, eerie, and chilling.

Ye Junlin pulled his body, and on the Red Flame Sword in his hand, a crimson flame rose into the air.

The endless ghost, the moment they saw the Chiyan Sword, instantly froze, these yin things, for the Chiyan Sword, the most masculine and rigid thing, there is a natural sense of fear.

But just because fear goes to fear doesn't mean they will stop.

After a little fear, these ghosts, like greedy wolves that have seen their prey, rushed towards Ye Junlin and instantly pounced.

The eerie cry made Ye Junlin's scalp tingle.

He stepped back slightly, his expression changing slightly. Even if he entered the realm of the Xuan King, Ye Junlin still had a sense of fear for this supernatural thing.

When two sides fight, if one side shows fear, the other side becomes doubly brave.

Countless ghosts saw Ye Junlin retreating, and instantly pounced on him like a roaring tide.

Ye Junlin took a deep breath, stepped and stood still, and waved his sword like the wind.

No attributes were added, but Ye Junlin's sword contained a hundredfold sword intent. The sword intent was like the wind, the sword intent was like the sea, the thunder and the power of slaughter rushed into the middle of the group of ghosts, and immediately tore a big hole.

The ghosts let out a terrible wail, and then a white mist rose in the middle of the black mist, as if some wraiths had been melted.

Ye Junlin succeeded in one blow, and his courage became stronger.

The colorful light lingered on his body, and the fierce sword qi danced like the wind.

"Sword one, breaking the wind. ”

"Sword two, slash souls. ”

"Sword three, split the mountain. ”

"Sword Four, Split the Earth. ”

The 'Sword Technique of the World' came out of the stream, and the mountain wind was like fire, fluttering four dragons of various colors.

The ghosts in the black mist, the moment they saw the 'Heavenly Sword Technique', they all wailed, because they clearly felt a deadly threat.

The four dragons flew through the air, and they let out a loud roar, and the roar was so great that the mountains that shook trembled.

The black mist, after the impact of the four dragons, collapsed one after another.

Countless white ghosts wailed and fled in all directions, and the four dragons did not let go at all, harvesting everywhere. After a while, the black mist, which was originally extremely arrogant, evaporated like water vapor.

On the mountains in the distance, Lin You and the others looked at this scene, pursed their lips slightly, and said disdainfully: "I thought that 'thousand-year-old ghost' gave something good, but I didn't expect that it was also so vulnerable." ”

As soon as Lin You's words fell, a huge roar suddenly erupted from the black scroll suspended in mid-air.

The mountains shook, and the birds and beasts scattered.

Ye Junlin vaguely felt that there was an extremely powerful and extremely domineering aura, which slowly emanated.

After a while, a black mist emerged from the black scroll again.

The black mist gradually increased, slowly merging together, slowly condensing.

It was a 'monster' with horns on its head and a tail behind it, extremely burly and extremely majestic.

The 'monster' appeared in the world, and immediately yelled several times, as if to vent its dissatisfaction with being imprisoned for so many years, and as if it was demonstrating to people.

Ye Junlin looked at this 'monster', and the hand holding the hilt of the sword slowly oozed sweat.

Because he's heard of this 'monster'.

This 'monster', named 'Prison Cow', is said to be the former ruler of the Bixiao Xuan Domain, and all the spirit beasts, including the human race, are ruled by it.

The Prison Ox devoured many humans every day, causing the number of humans to become smaller and smaller, and later several rulers united all the humans and fought against the Prison Ox, and finally defeated it.

Since the Ox could not be killed, he was sealed in the Dark Scroll.

Ye Junlin thought that this was just a myth, but when he saw the true body of the 'Prison Cow', he realized that the legend of the Prison Cow was really not just talking.

"Whew-"

The bull roared, and the ground shook violently.

The trees began to wither, and the earth cracked through several extremely wide cracks.

"A piece of rolling dragon wall. ”

"The twin swords shine together. ”

"The sword qi weighs three catties. ”

Ye Junlin's body turned violently, and the 'Three Jin Sword Technique' poured out instantly.

The sword qi touched the body of the prisoner cow, and there was a 'clanging' sound of metal colliding. The majestic sword intent did not do the slightest harm to the prison cow monster.

Ye Junlin didn't believe in this evil, and the 'World Sword Technique' came out of nowhere, but it still had no effect.

The imprisoned cow was enraged by Ye Junlin's series of attacks, it roared, leaned down, and stabbed Ye Junlin in the abdomen with its two horns.

Ye Junlin was windy at his feet, and he dodged the attack of the prison cow several times in a row.

The prison bull did not give up, and attacked in a row like a storm.

Finally, when Ye Junlin was not paying attention, the pair of horns as strong as swords stabbed Ye Junlin's abdomen