There was a ruined temple in autumn, and a very mysterious force appeared in the world.

That force washed the Dragon Tiger Mountain with blood, killed Zhang Tianshi, and then destroyed several branches of the True Martial Arts Sect, and then began to wreak havoc in the Song Kingdom, continuously destroying the doors, and the methods were extremely cruel and bloody, and those who went to check afterwards felt miserable.

It is rumored that this mysterious force is composed of more than ten masters of the Cave Xuan Realm, the leader wears a silver mask, these people ride black war horses, wear black Taoist clothes, come and go like the wind, their whereabouts are secretive, they are ruthless, they don't even have normal human nature, they are extremely cold and bloodthirsty.

The entire southern continent was shaken, and the cavalry and various ** teams of the Xiling Temple attacked repeatedly, trying to kill these black horses, but they couldn't even capture the whereabouts of these people.

The upper echelons of the temple and the Southern Jin Dynasty royal family had already associated these black-clothed knights with the fallen knights, but they couldn't understand why these deposed fallen knights were able to regain their strength, and even more powerful than before, what made them even more confused and frightened was who was the person wearing the silver mask?

There is a clear stream in the middle of the mountains, and there is a red leaf floating on the stream, which looks extremely beautiful like a makeup attached to the mirror, and the surroundings are quiet.

Suddenly, horses' hooves stepped into the stream, breaking the red leaves and disturbing the calm surface of the stream, and then more horses' hooves stepped into the stream, and a bird on the side of the stream let out a frightened cry and flew away.

More than a dozen black horsemen crossed the stream and went southwest along the mountain road, and no one in the group spoke, and even immediately the frequency of the black knight's breathing was exactly the same as the frequency of the horse's hoofing, and the object of these frequencies was the silent young man on the horse in front.

Xiling Temple and the ** teams are deploying on the border line of the Song Kingdom, trying to intercept and kill these black-clothed knights, no one could have imagined that these black-clothed knights actually crossed several interception lines lightly, and came to this Qingling mountain in the southwest of the Southern Jin Dynasty like a ghost.

Beside a stone spring on the mountainside, more than a dozen black horsemen rested temporarily, and the fallen knights sat cross-legged and meditated, regaining their strength and majesty, and they did not want to return to their past sad fugitive life, so they refused to waste any time to recover their bodies and practice.

I don't know how long it took, the fallen knights opened their eyes and woke up, looking at Prince Longqing who was meditating with his eyes closed under the cliffside tree, and his eyes showed a look of fanatical worship.

Before the upheaval of the Snow Cliff, Prince Longqing was originally their direct boss, and he was absolutely loyal to many people in the Adjudication Division, not to mention that these fallen knights could continue to live because of him, and he lived so arrogantly, coupled with the hard work of the Sitting Pill, that loyalty was even more undoubted.

Escaping from Zhishouguan and re-stepping into the mortal world, it only took a short time for Prince Longqing to regather a group of loyal subordinates in various countries, mainly those hidden in the Taoist temple and the market.

Of course, this is also because the Xiling Temple is not clear about his identity for the time being, and the reason why he does not pay enough attention to it, in the temple's view, these fallen knights are just rats who are lucky to live for a few days in the glory of Haotian, and it is impossible to live forever after all, if the Xiling Temple knows that it is Longqing who leads these knights, if he knows the unforgivable sins he has committed in Zhishouguan, the intensity of the pursuit is naturally much more terrifying now.

Xiling Shrine is such a terrifying existence, as long as it is really serious, no matter how many adventures Longqing has, no matter how powerful these fallen knights are, they will be crushed into powder.

Thinking of this inevitable possibility, Zimo's face showed a trace of melancholy, he walked towards the cliff, saluted Long Qing, who was sitting under the tree, and whispered: "Lord Sizao, now that the temple cavalry has been alarmed, it is obvious that the ruling Si knows about this matter, if Ye Shenzuo personally takes action, it will ......."

Long Qing opened his eyes, looked at the Qingling Tomb in the distance, which looked like a mountain but had no steep mountains, and said, "What do you want to say?"

Zimo said: "My lord, it is best for me to leave the sphere of influence of the temple as much as possible. ”

Haotian light shrouded the world, and the sphere of influence of the Xiling Temple was the entire Zhongnai world, although the Tang Kingdom was an exception, but these fallen knights with blood on their hands could not be stupid enough to enter the Tang Kingdom, so now they only have one way left, and that is to leave the Central Plains.

Long Qing was silent, although he was strong now, especially after absorbing the cultivation of Zhang Tianshi and several True Martial Dao Sect elders, he was even stronger, but he still didn't have the confidence to defeat that woman.

Because that woman had already sat on the Moyu Divine Throne, it was proved by bloody facts that she was more powerful than the previous Grand Priest of Judgment, at least for some time in her life.

Long Qing never thought that he could escape like this for a long time within the sphere of influence of the Xiling Temple, and when he was not absolutely powerful, such as the peak of the world, the longer he stayed under the glory of Haotian, the more dangerous it would be from the inside out.

He looked at the cyan mountain in the distance, and said indifferently: "Leaving the Central Plains is an inevitable choice, but before leaving, I really want to do one thing." ”

A few days ago, he obtained a piece of information in a Taoist temple in the Southern Jin Dynasty, and that information actually had no meaning, at least for the great cause of leading this group of fallen horsemen, but that information was like a stone, pressing on his heart, making his breathing become short.

In that information, it was said that Ning Que took his little maid who was good at drinking to participate in the Yulan Festival of the Ranke Temple with the Tang State Mission, but just after passing Daze, for some reason, Ning Que left the mission with the little maid and went on the road alone in a black carriage.

According to the specific figures in the intelligence, the carriage at this time was not far from the location of Long Qing and the others, and it should be walking in the mountains and about to drive up the cyan mountain on the opposite side.

Long Qing tilted his head slightly and took a deep breath.

He felt that he had smelled the smell of the carriage in the mountain wind, the good smell of wine on the little maid, and the foul smell of Ning Que's body.

No matter what the smell was, he felt intoxicated, his handsome face was slightly flushed, the inconspicuous scar on his cheek seemed to light up, obviously there was no expression, but in the depths of his eyes, which quickly changed between black and white and gray, there seemed to be a flame.

Long Qing's chest rose and fell slightly, his eyes narrowed, his hands trembled slightly, and he said, "Kill that person, my Dao heart can be truly clear, and I want to cultivate his whole body to ...... The cultivation with the smell of the academy was all absorbed, and the smell of the academy was very rare and smelled very good. ”

His voice was calm and indifferent.

Zimo felt that he saw a legendary monster called Meal under the tree, and subconsciously felt fear, which was a kind of life's fear of absolute greed and coldness.

As the most loyal and useful subordinate, no matter how much he feared that it would make the adults feel displeased, Zimo still had to give his own opinion, and reminded in a low voice: "My lord, something happened during your retreat...... I heard that Ning Que killed Xia Hou in a head-on challenge, and that his little maid is said to be going to become the God of Light, and she is not an ordinary person. Long Qing didn't say anything, slowly put on his silver mask, stood up and walked towards the mount by the spring.

As he walked, the gray in his eyes gradually became cloudy, but the dust under his feet slowly drifted up, chasing the soles of his boots like bees and finally turning into willing stepping ash.

Looking at this scene, Zimo's heart was even more in awe, and he didn't dare to say anything more.

More than ten black horsemen roared down the mountain.

Standing under the cliffside trees, you can see that there is a big green tomb among the mountains in the distance, there are many weeds in the mausoleum, there is not a single tree, the field of vision is extremely broad, there is a Buddhist temple at the top of the mountain mausoleum.

Even if it is very far away, you can feel the dilapidated atmosphere of the Buddhist temple, naturally it can't be the Rotten Ke Temple, you can faintly see a few traces of red in the temple, but you don't know what it is.

Taking the Tang warship across Daze and going ashore at Molingdu in the Southern Jin Dynasty, Ning Que proposed to leave the mission and take Sangsang to take the first step, which immediately attracted a wave of opposition.

Xiaocao is reluctant to be separated from Sangsang, and the girls with red sleeves are reluctant to lose the opportunity to get close to Mr. Thirteen, as for Xian Zhilang, the imperial general, he has to consider the problem much more directly, he just thinks that Ning Que will leave the mission with Sangsang, and there may not be peace on the road, and it may not be safe.

At that time, in the face of Xian Zhilang's reminder or warning, Ning Que's answer was also very direct: "Don't forget that I am a disciple of my master and son, and I robbed Wang Jingluo of the title, those who can beat me, know my identity and origin, they don't dare to provoke me, and those who are carried away by the blood and dare to provoke me can't beat me." ”

Xian Zhilang found that Ning Que's statement was very correct, and it was impossible to refute it at all, those who could still defeat Ning Que in this world must be those great cultivators who knew the fate realm, and the great cultivators had their own sect inheritance, where would they dare to risk the wrath of the academy and directly cut off the inheritance to provoke Ning Que?

So they purchased a large amount of spirits in Molingdu, and arranged for the mission officials to find the Southern Jin Dynasty official mansion, and completed the customs entry matters in the following state cities, Ning Que and Sang Sang left the mission in a black carriage.

The reason why he wanted to leave the mission and go alone was because Ning Que was worried about Sangsang's illness, although Sangsang's illness did not seem to worsen, but obviously there was no trend of improvement.

The black carriage left the official road of the Southern Jin Dynasty from Molingdu, followed the road between those state cities, drove straight to the southeast, and drove on the simple mountain road in the remote mountains, all the way across the mountains and rivers and streams, without deliberately hiding his whereabouts, nor dealing with the world, but just focused and silently hurrying.

Time is passing, the sound of the car wheel is urgent, the autumn mood is getting stronger, the autumn leaves on the upper part of the mountain are getting red, the autumn wind on the mountain road is gradually showing solemnity, the cold is getting deeper, and it is getting closer to the Rotten Ke Temple.

Perhaps because of the reason for the gradual approach to the Rotten Ke Temple, the Buddha in the world is gradually powerful, and the people on the road can see a few temples, although they are not as prosperous as the Taoist incense, but those Buddhist temples are also considered to be popular.

One day, an autumn rain suddenly fell.

In the thick of the rain, the autumn sky looked more and more gloomy.

The maple tree in the ruined temple on the Qingling Tomb is becoming more and more red.

Ning Que lowered the curtains, looked at Sang Sang who was lying on his knees, looked at the tired look on her face, and said, "There is a temple in the mountains, and the scenery is good. ”