The moment Elder Huang panicked and took Qing Yao to hide in the secret passage of the Tongshan Gate, the dense fragments of the immortal sword in the black clouds swooped down with the momentum of destroying the world and destroying the earth.

The monstrous murderous aura instantly pierced the various formations that the Tongshan Gate was proud of into dense holes, and the thousand-year-old immortal gate collapsed.

The disciples of Tongshanmen who had no time to flee all died tragically under the fragments of the fairy sword, and in an instant, the blood rushed to the sky, and the wails were endless.

It is not only the Tongshan immortals who have been affected, hundreds of thousands of ordinary people in a radius of thousands of miles have become the souls of the sword, women and children, old and young, have been spared, murderous, bloody, resentful and screaming endlessly, alarming Kyushu.

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Wen Yi walked into the forbidden place only to find that there was a cave here, and thought it was a dark cave inside.

Actually, after passing through a damp and narrow mountain wall, the view suddenly opened.

This is a valley, the terrain is open, a river divides the valley in two, the green hills on both sides are shady with green trees, and the strange thing is that there is not even a living soul in it, and it is murderous and uneasy.

On the other side of the river is a magnificent temple.

Outside the main hall, there was a towering stone tablet very early, far away, Wen Yi couldn't see what was written on the stone tablet, and she was about to go out when she heard some voices drifting in the wind.

"Ling Yu-kun." The people of the Qingyun Sword Sect suddenly appeared in the valley, and a seriously injured disciple said, "Look, Prince Er's Qianyuan Immortal Sword has shattered. ”

Even if there is a map of Qing Yao, Ling Yujun and the Qingyun Sword Sect and his party went through nine deaths before they came to the mountain behind the forbidden land.

This hall is the immortal traces left by the original prince ascension, and there is a fairy sword and practice exercises left by the prince before the ascension, which is the purpose of Ling Yujun to come to Tongshan Gate.

The elder of the Qingyun Sword Sect who cultivated the Ruthless Dao was seriously injured, and if he didn't get the high-level cultivation method to cleanse his muscles and cut the marrow, his cultivation would be ruined.

How extreme the ruthless Taoist is.

If that elder goes crazy, the Qingyun Sword Sect will inevitably lose its troops and generals, which will cause great trouble.

"Click-"

A piece of splinter fire fell from the sky and fell into the forbidden land.

In an instant, like a wildfire, the evil aura that permeated the valley surged suddenly, and the murderous aura of black and red rose from the ground, Wen Yi felt a chill on the soles of her feet, and she hurriedly found a place to hide.

"Ahh

A terrible scream resounded through the valley.

The sharp blade condensed by the aura entered from the sole of a Qingyun Sect disciple's foot, and then flew out from the top of his head, blood splattered, and a hideous blood-colored bud condensed in the air, bloody and cruel.

"Formation!" Ling Yujun stepped a little, and the vast spiritual power rippled under his feet, and the golden sword array appeared at his feet, "Murderous Qi Condensing Sword, I didn't expect Prince Er to fly for a thousand years and still have such a ruthless killing move." ”

Wen Yi's expression was solemn, her current cultivation was too low, and the slightest disturbance would cost her life.

"Boom—"

Thunder exploded, and Wen Yi raised his eyes to look at the sky.

At this moment, the clear sky was completely covered by rolling dark clouds, and a steady stream of fairy sword fragments were shot out from the clouds that covered the sky, brutally and indiscriminately slaughtering the world.

Countless fire meteors fell from the sky, and even in the most inaccessible forbidden places, Wen Yi could hear screams and wails, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

"Young master, we have arrived at the forbidden land."

Elder Huang's voice came from behind him, there was a wolf in front and a tiger in the back, Wen Yi looked at the hall opposite, which was the only place he could live and hide.

While dodging the murderous aura from the ground, Wen Yi dodged the fairy sword fragments falling in the air, and ran to the bottom of the main hall in embarrassment.

She was about to push the door open.

Suddenly, a sharp murderous aura fell from the sky and rushed straight towards her.

Wen Yi was taken aback, rolled on the spot to avoid the rushing debris, and hit his head on the stone pillar next to him, dizzy in pain.

"Click-" The splinters slammed into the stone door, which weighed a thousand pounds, and the force slammed it out of the huge hole.

An indescribable stale smell crept into Wen Yi's nose, and she couldn't help but gag when she washed her nose.

"Elder Huang, Wen Yi, Wen Yi has run into the main hall, kill her!"

The sound from the main hall attracted Qing Yao's attention, she covered her chest with unbearable pain, and said sharply: "Go quickly!" ”

Elder Huang gasped, "Young Master, there is no return to that place." ”

Qing Yao, who was furious, would listen to Elder Huang's words, she took an elixir to restore her wounds, and rushed forward with her sword regardless of it.

Wen Yi stepped into the main hall with her front foot, and the long mermaid lamps on both sides of her back feet gradually lit up, so that she could see the appearance of the entire hall clearly.

The main hall is extremely high, carved beams and painted buildings, and the mountain walls on both sides are painted with exquisite murals, and every stroke has a terrifying murderous aura, which makes people's scalps numb.

Wen Yi feels that this is not a hall for people to pray, but more like a palace for living, full of the breath of life, tea cups, desks, and screens.

"Prince Er." Wen Yi felt as if she had heard the name somewhere.

Perhaps because of the failure of the crossing, Wen Yi's memory of her previous life was a little fragmented, but the name made her feel a sense of depression.

Not far away, the fragment of the fairy sword was inserted into the stone pillar.

There is no fairy sword in the memory of the original owner, artifacts and the like, the mind is full of love and love, you and me, the lingering of love was understood by her, addicted to men, and people are also wasted.

The weapons of the immortal cultivation world are divided into several levels of heaven and earth Xuanhuang, spiritual weapons and ordinary fairy swords, and each level is divided into three grades: upper, middle and lower, and this fragment belongs to the Xuan-level fairy sword, which is a rare good thing.

As soon as Wen Yi's hand touched the fairy sword, his fingers were cut by the sharp murderous aura above, and the red blood flowed onto the fragments, and the fragments actually devoured it!

"Drinking blood?" Wen Yi was stunned, she would use her spiritual power and touch the shards again, the biting murderous aura almost froze her blood.

Wen Yiqiang endured the pain of freezing blood and gritted his teeth before taking it out.

"Wen Yi, I see where else you can escape!" Qing Yao chased and beat hard, she was afraid that Wen Yi would brush up on tricks again, so she took out the master's order to pour spiritual power into the palm of her hand to attract the heavenly thunder, "This time, you have death or life!" ”

This is the Copper Mountain Access Control Place.

The ban can be lifted by the Lord's Order.

As soon as the token came out, the originally peaceful hall suddenly burst into murderous aura, and the palace people on the mural who closed their eyes instantly opened their eyes, and the temperature in the hall instantly dropped by several degrees.

"Who trespassed into the prince's palace?"

The cold voice came from all directions, like a magic sound pouring into her ears, Wen Yi felt that her ears were pricked by needles and sent a sharp pain, she put the fragments of the fairy sword in the storage bag, and held her swollen head with both hands, so painful that cold sweat flowed on her forehead.

"It hurts!" Qing Yao rolled on the ground with her hands on her head and a headache, and her father's advice came to her mind, "The forbidden land in the back mountain was once one of the palaces of the prince, and there were golden armor gods who guarded the heroic spirits, and those who broke into the palace were dead or alive, no matter when they must hold the token tightly to get a glimmer of life!" ”

Because of the pain, Qing Yao's token fell to the ground, and when she struggled to pick it up, she saw a cold light flash in the air and shatter the token.

"Don't-" Qing Yao stared at the initiator, "Wen Yi, you hurt me!" ”