Qiu Chen Mountain, the disciple's room. Ling Luo lay on the bed and pondered, and then repaired the remaining seven beast figures, and the heavenly array would undergo a qualitative change, and its power would increase dramatically.

After being tired for half a day, Ling Luo discovered a secret, the Heavenly Array was a comprehensive formation, which could not only heal injuries and open the spiritual source for disciples, but also a formation pattern that could be teleported. He needed the aura to turn on, and he could pass out of Qiu Chenshan, which was his chance to escape.

However, there was an intractable problem in front of him, Ling Luo was not a Xuanqi monk, and he could not drive the aura to open the formation.

When Ling Luo was thinking hard, Xiao Yi appeared in Ling Luo's house, silently, and when Ling Luo found him, the sword turned around and said, "Come with me!" and left.

However, Ling Luo still got up and followed. They crossed the suspension bridge into the main peak and walked on a hidden path.

The two stepped on the white moonlight all the way, walking one after the other. You don't speak, I don't speak, it seems to be a passerby who doesn't know each other, and it seems to be an old man who agrees with one heart.

After turning a few halls, he came to the inner hall of the back mountain again, and walked in with his sword, and Ling Luo also followed closely behind, entering the Ancient Heavenly Array.

"The starry night of the sword brought me here, I don't know why?"

"Today, you and I are talking about the changes in reality and fiction, and we are suffering from unreasonableness in our hearts. I will open the ancient array now and transmit you out of this place, so to speak, it will turn the real into the virtual, and when you appear in another place, I don't know if it will be counted as turning the virtual into the real!"

Ling Luo was suddenly surprised, and raised his eyes to look at the palm sword: "Send me away, how do you explain to those people?"

Zhangjian said lightly: "Why do you have to explain!"

Ling Luo smiled and bowed forward with a deep bow.

The sword in his hand operated the spiritual veins and opened the ancient array with his own aura. Suddenly, in the ancient array, countless line-like veins flashed with blue light, the space became distorted, and Ling Luo's figure disappeared in an instant.

After a while, a master rushed to the inner hall and hurriedly looked: "Palm the sword, the masters of the various immortal sects and their disciples are all blocking the door of the inner hall, threatening not to hand over Ling Luo, and immediately break in." ”

Some disciples of Beiran Mountain saw Ling Luo quietly coming out at night, so they reported to their own masters, and dozens of masters suddenly felt that something was wrong, discussed it, and immediately gathered in front of the inner hall of Qiuchen Mountain to question.

"Tell them that I have opened the Heavenly Array to send Ling Luo away. ”

When the master heard this, he was shocked: "What? The sword has sent him away......?

Seeing that Zhangjian no longer spoke, this master withdrew from the inner hall.

Shizun walked out, and outside the gate of the inner hall, hundreds of monks had gathered at this moment, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

"The palm sword has been opened, and the heavenly array will be passed out of Qiuchen Mountain, everyone, the Xianmen martial arts event has ended, please go back!"

"What are you talking about? You have already passed the Mountain and Sea Master out of Qiuchen Mountain!" Li Qingyun suddenly made a fuss.

When the teachers heard this, there was no one who was not in a hurry.

"Hmph! It must be you Qiu Chenshan who wants to monopolize the Mountain and Sea Division. ”

"Yes, that kid must be hiding in the inner hall!"

"We rushed in and got him out. As he spoke, a master took the lead in rushing in, and immediately countless disciples of the master followed him into the inner hall.

Soon the crowd had already passed through the corridor, and at the end of the corridor, the gate to the Heavenly Array had been closed, and several Qiu Chenshan Masters and dozens of disciples stood with their swords drawn, blocking in front of everyone.

The way was blocked, Li Qingyun took the lead in pulling out the fairy sword, and hundreds of monks behind him also drew their swords, and the battle was about to break out.

The night sky of Qiuchen Mountain is full of moons and stars, and at this moment, thousands of monks are gathering, they are hanging in the void densely, quietly watching everything that happens in the inner hall.

After the people of the Six Great Immortal Sects learned the news of the appearance of the Mountain and Sea Master, they immediately rushed from different places near and far to gather at Qiuchen Mountain one after another.

There is already a sword in charge and dozens of masters, and behind them are all masters above the Wind Riding Realm.

In the corridor, the disciples of Qiu Chenshan confronted the six immortal sects. Suddenly, someone from the six immortal sects rushed out shouting and killing, and suddenly the sound of killing was all around.

There were only dozens of Qiu Chen's disciples guarding the inner hall, and they obviously couldn't withstand the intruders, but none of them flinched, and they all fought to the death.

In the melee, people fell one after another, including the disciples of Qiu Chenshan and the intruders of the six immortal sects.

"...... Sonor"

Suddenly, there was a sword groan! loud and cold.

The chant of the sword passed through the corridor and into everyone's ears.

The sword groaned through the sky, and a biting chill swept out.

On the main peak, the teapots in all the wings burst one after another, and the porcelain pieces shattered a table, leaving countless teapot-shaped ice sculptures.

In the room, the water in the tank froze into ice, slightly raised.

The mountains are all over the field, the dew is frozen by the cold, and the thousands of leaves and branches are hung with crystal clear ice beads.

In an instant, the entire main peak fell into extreme cold.

This sword roar was like an ancient sleeping ice dragon, which let out a domineering roar when it woke up. In the night sky, thousands of monks were all in awe.

Lanyin Mountain Master was surprised: "Ah......"

Beiran Mountain Master Murong Yan immediately reacted: "Morning cold!"

"The morning cold sword is out of its sheath!"

The voices of discussion came and went, but everyone lowered their tones and did not dare to speak loudly, and all the disciples of the Immortal Sect froze their bodies and did not dare to act rashly for a while.

At this time, in the inner hall of Qiuchen Mountain, a gentle but magnificent voice came:

"If it's not my Qiuchen disciple, who would dare to enter the inner hall?"

The voice is neither hurried nor slow, neither big nor small, it seems to be said casually, but it is heard by everyone without omission.

As the words fell, the chill in the inner hall became heavier and heavier, and the intruder's body could not move, unable to advance or retreat. They were frozen.

The chill gradually invaded from the skin, penetrated the bone marrow, and froze the internal organs.

Li Qingyun, who was leading his disciples to break into the inner hall, was stunned, his steps stopped in the air, and the soles of his feet hung like this. This chill is difficult for him to resist.

Li Qingyun looked around left and right, and the disciples who followed him all lost their breath of life. He stretched out his hand to touch Xu Tianhao beside him, Xu Tianhao fell to the ground like an ice sculpture, and the sound of "click" continued, and Xu Tianhao cracked into pieces......

In the inner hall, except for the disciples of Qiu Chenshan, all the monks below the Wind Realm lost their vitality in an instant and died here.

Those who can still survive safely are all masters and elite disciples. If it weren't for their cultivation, their fate would be no different from Xu Tianhao on the ground.

"Withdraw!

Hearing someone shouting, the frightened crowd hurriedly urged the aura to dispel the cold and restore the movement of their limbs. In an instant, all the monks withdrew from the inner hall like a tide, and retreated to an open field in the distance, and no one dared to take half a step forward.

The Seven Realms of Xianmen all have a sword of inheritance that shocks one side.

The sword of inheritance is forged by the ancient ancestors, passed down from generation to generation, and is held by the most virtuous and advanced cultivators of this sect.

The sword in the palm of the hand, the secret realm of the immortal gate, the sword of the inheritance, the tens of thousands of monks in the immortal gate, and the command of the three thousand sects in the world.

"Xiao Zhangjian, don't come unharmed, the anger is not small!"

In the night sky, there was a hearty sound, a man in gorgeous clothes swept and his aura was extraordinary, this person was the sword of Beiran Mountain-Murong Yunzhong.

As soon as Murong Yunzhong spoke, everyone quieted down, waiting for Qiu Chenshan's sword Xiao Yi to answer, but after a long time, there was no movement in the inner hall.

Xiao Yi pulled out the sword of inheritance, Chenhan, and shocked everyone with the power of the Chenhan sword. He is even telling the sword and master of the major immortal sects: I have already sent the person away, believe it or not.

The six immortal sects have their own inheritance swords, but at this moment, they are all enshrined in their own inner halls. Xiao Yi was naturally no match for the six immortal sects, but Xiao Yi really did it.

Murong Yunzhong said again: "Since Xiao Zhangjian said that he had sent the Shanhai Division out of Qiuchen Mountain, then, of course, the Shanhai Division is not in Qiuchen Mountain. ”

There was still no movement in the inner hall, and Xiao Zhangjian did not answer.

After a breath, the extreme cold that filled the world with the morning cold sword instantly retreated into the inner hall and dissipated. Those disciples with low cultivation levels were no longer frightened, and everything in the entire Qiu Chen Mountain returned to calm. It's just that this mountain of ice will take some time to melt away.

The morning cold sword is back in its sheath.

"For thousands of years, the Seven Realms of Xianmen have worked together in harmony, advancing and retreating. Today, Xiao Zhangjian has done this, I have a few words I want to ask for the truth. ”

Murong Yunzhong fell straight down, he leisurely crossed the defense of the disciples of Qiu Chenshan and broke into the inner hall alone.

At this moment, in the inner hall, the two swords confronted each other.

Above the main peak, someone suddenly exclaimed: "Ah! Look over there!"

A hundred miles away in the northern sky, a huge black shadow appeared, and an ancient giant beast stood in the sky with its head above the sky, and its lower body stood in the sea, overflowing with ferocious aura.

Everyone looked over and saw the black ancient beast raise its arms and hold aloft a bloody halberd......

"That direction...... "Xiao Zhengqing's heart flashed with strong uneasiness.