Xuanyang leaped between the eaves, his speed was very fast, and he landed on the top of the Qingyun Palace.

This is the palace of the emperor's early dynasty, which is magnificent and antique, but no one can see its majesty in the dark night.

Three other figures gathered here, one of them holding two swords, one carrying a long sword, and one with a string of Buddhist beads on his chest.

The three of them are very famous in the Southern Tang Dynasty, and they are quick to sword Li Yin, and they are in the late stage of the Ding Realm.

The one who uses the sword is called Chen Zizai, who is the descendant of the Tiangang sword, and he is in the middle of the realm.

And the monk with the Buddha beads is called Wang Gen, who was born in Jialuo Temple, and was kicked out of the Buddhist temple because his hands were stained with blood, and he won the strength of the late stage of the realm.

There was one more person, but he died last night.

"Xuanyang Dao Chief, I have already heard of your scorching yang true qi, so it's better to meet than to be famous." Li Yin arched his hand and smiled.

They are all people from the rivers and lakes, just some powerful loose cultivators, except for the Tiangang Sword who is a little famous, the other two are not well-known.

In the end, Li Chengyi was left in the dark temple with a house full of gold.

Several of them are in the name of the doorman, and they are not in power.

The real rulers of the Dark Temple come from the royal clan, and they are the swords of the Dark Temple, and they are also the fastest knives.

"Why do we come here at night to look like we're thieves?" Xuanyang frowned.

"The lord of the kingdom said that we must not be aware of this matter, so that no one can know where we have gone." Chen Zizai said, "As for why it is at night, because the mongrels of the Six Divine Dao only come out at night. ”

"Danjian Pavilion is not a dark temple." Xuanyang frowned, "We are above board and do not live in the dark. ”

"I understand what the Taoist means, but everyone has secrets, and if you see our destination, you'll understand why." Li Yin said.

He sheathed his knives and leaped forward, galloping in the other direction.

The other two followed him closely.

Although Xuanyang was unhappy in his heart, he didn't say anything, but followed the three of them quickly.

Soon they stopped in front of a large compound and entered the compound.

Xuanyang understood what kind of place this was just by looking at it.

This is the ancestral hall of the Li family, and the ancestral hall is placed in the spiritual seat of the first king, which is the most important place for the royal family.

"What are the six gods doing here, burning the ancestral hall and destroying the family tree?" Xuanyang asked.

"There is a sword in the ancestral hall of the Li family, which is the destination of the six gods of this trip, and only the lord of the country knows about it." Chen Zizai said.

"The previous lord passed the whole matter on to the next lord, and then he took the secret into the coffin."

"In order to let fewer people know about the sword, except for a few of us, no one in the dark temple knows about it."

If it weren't for the death of a companion last night, Xuanyang wouldn't even have had a chance to get here!

Xuanyang was also shocked in his heart, the dark temple claimed to know everything in the palace, as small as which maid and the prince frowned, and as big as which official had a rebellious heart, everyone knew it.

But you don't know that there is a sword in the ancestral hall?

"It must be a famous sword in the world." Xuanyang said.

"A lot of people recognize it." Chen Zizai said.

"But why don't I see excitement on your face?" Xuanyang asked.

A sword cultivator heard that a peerless sword was hidden beside him, but he didn't have the slightest curiosity.

This is impossible.

"I've seen that sword many years ago......," Chen Zizi's voice paused.

He didn't know how to describe it, but all he had was fear of the sword.

Xuanyang felt the fear in Chen Zizai's heart for the first time, and he was inexplicable.

A sword cultivator, afraid of swords?

So what else do you do sword cultivation?

"What sword is so terrifying?" Xuanyang asked.

"This can't tell you, there are quite a lot of forbidden places in the palace, and this ancestral hall is one of them, although you can come in by strength, but you haven't reached the point where you can know what kind of sword it is." Wang Gen said with a smile.

"It's almost the same for your senior brother."

He laughed twice, not knowing whether it was a mockery or something else.

Xuanyang laughed and didn't ask any more.

He has no interest in this thing, but the Six Gods are a cult, and everyone in the world has the responsibility to eliminate them.

Danjian Pavilion, as the leader of the Xuanmen of the Southern Tang Dynasty, needs to set an example.

This is the reason why he agreed to Li Chengyi, as for how famous the sword in the ancestral hall is, he doesn't care.

Anyway, he's not a sword cultivator.

"Hey, hey, hey, the Danjian Pavilion is meeting again." A cold laugh sounded behind Xuanyang.

The Yang Thunder Talisman instantly appeared, and a ray of thunder cut straight towards the source of the sound.

The sound of a thunderstorm sounded in the ancestral hall, and the other three turned their heads to see a man wearing a hat standing in front of the ancestral hall, his bloodshot eyes staring at the dead man in front of him.

Beside him stood a demented teenager, with bulging eyes and a thin body, staring at the four people in front of him.

Xuanyang's gaze did not stay on the man in the hat, but looked at the demented boy.

"And another?" Li Yin frowned.

They had met each other last night, but they hadn't seen the boy at the time, but a middle-aged man dressed in linen, with a beard all over his face.

He can find it on the streets of Nantang, but he has mastered alchemy, and any object will become indestructible in his hands, even if it is a branch.

The magic weapons in his hand are endless, and the suppressive power is full.

Last night their companion died at the man's hand.

That's who they should be wary of.

Compared to this, the man wearing the hat looks very weak.

"He has other things, he has already left Nantang." The hat man smiled, "I'm here to stop you today." ”

"Ridiculous, you want to stop the four of us alone?" Li Yin drew his double knives and put on a posture.

"Stop the boy." Xuanyang said to the three of them.

No one cares, they can't feel the existence of qi on the young man's body, and it is very likely that he is a person who does not have any ability.

Although I don't know why the hat man took him, that demented appearance is really difficult to make people irritable.

"It's late, hey, hey." The hated man laughed again.

His laughter was very strange and harsh in front of the ancestral hall, Li Yin was already a little tired of hearing it, and the long knife in his hand was handed out, and a horizontal slash came straight towards the hat man.

The latter's laughter was even louder, and he stepped back lightly, as if the whole person had no bones, and Li Yin's knife could cut open his stomach by a fraction of a second.

But he still didn't panic at all.

Immediately after, he shook his long sleeves, and suddenly a corpse appeared in front of everyone.

A strange smell began to spread in the ancestral hall, like carrion.

But no matter how you look at it, the corpse has been dead for no more than an hour.

"Bone ......"