At the beginning of the morning, the five hundred inner disciples led by the senior brother Nangong Wentian, the second senior sister Su Liuli, and the fourth senior brother Wang Hui and more than 2,000 disciples from each peak descended the mountain one after another.

It wasn't until the third pole of the sun that a winged carriage from the Mo Palace was custom-made, surrounded by two inner disciples, and slowly jumped over the three thousand steps from Tianmen Mountain and flew down the mountain.

In the distance, there was a faint melodious sound sounding, and looking far away, you could see a slender figure standing in the sea of clouds to see them off.

The curtain of the carriage was lifted in a corner, and it took a long time to lower it.

"Uncle Xin, let's go directly to the imperial capital of the Great Zhou?"

Sun Wangcai, the inner disciple of Lingjian Peak, who had taken Xin Zhuo to Tianmen Mountain before, and the other female disciple with single eyelids, their eyes lit up, and they trembled with excitement.

It was a great honor to be able to go out with Uncle Xin, and the ghost knows how many trials they went through last night, and how many inner disciples they fought with openly and secretly to grab it.

The key is that Uncle Xin only takes two people, how awesome this is!

"Let's go to Fulong Mountain first!"

"Fulong Mountain? Here! ”

……

After the prosperity of martial arts, Fulong Mountain had been displaced, 3,180 miles away from the Xuantian Sword Sect, and only 500 miles away from Andu, the capital of the Great Zhou Emperor.

That's right! It seems that Fulong Mountain itself and the Great Zhou are inextricably linked, and the Fufeng City on the side does not know where it has been moved, and the original Shuiyue Nunnery and the Qiugong Pavilion that was changed into a sect are not there, but that piece of mountain, where the original Fulong Village is located, has been pulled closer to Andu for more than 3,000 miles, as if it is destined in the dark.

There is a formation protection inside the big sect, and the four seasons are like spring, but outside it is already a cold winter and heavy snow.

The branches and leaves on the hundreds of miles of Fulong Mountain Range have withered, and last night's frost and dew have not dried up before they were frozen by this morning's cold wind, and it looks like a world of ice and snow, which is beautiful.

"Crunch, crunch......"

After a long journey, along the safe route, Xin Zhuo, who had traveled 3,000 miles in seven days, got out of the carriage, walked to the top of Fulong Peak in animal skin, and looked around.

There is no trace of the original thief village.

It's not just things and people!

He was silent for a long time, so he had to look in the direction of his memory, and after half an hour, he finally saw several graves overgrown with dead grass.

There are more than ten in total, and I remember that there are Chai Donghu, the big boss of the hungry wolf village, and the cupola of the second master.

It was the first time he had killed someone in this world, and it hadn't been many years, but it felt like a long, long time had passed.

He stared at the grave for a long time, and still couldn't understand why Chai Donghu and Cupola would allow him to turn around and take a knife to fight again, if he came up, he would kill, but he was afraid that his life had already come to an end, and the king of Western Qin County and one of the ten swords of the Xuantian Sword Sect did not exist!

He smiled and looked at another lonely grave not far away, it was his grandfather Xin Aotian, he had many speculations about Xin Aotian's identity back then, but they all dissipated with the resurrection of Jiang Yugui and the departure of Ji Jiuwei.

It doesn't make much sense anymore.

It's just that now, he suddenly had a hint of doubt, which is the main reason why he wants to come here to see.

In a flash, he arrived at the grave, waved his hand and scattered the mound of soil at the head of the grave, revealing a thin coffin inside.

The coffin had decayed and appeared to have been pried open.

This slight change made his breathing a little thicker, and it took half a column of incense to open the lid of the coffin.

There's nothing in there!

He closed his eyes, endured it, couldn't help it, and blurted out a "damn".

The trial of that group of strange people, it can be determined that he is in a trial, but who is the trial, to be honest, he can't be sure, he can only guess, but it is impossible for the entire Great Zhou people to be trialists.

Now it seems that part of it can be determined.

Grandfather Xin Aotian is, Cui Ying'er and Murong Xiu are also nine times out of ten, and even Mr. Dongfang may be.

It is no coincidence that this group of people gathered in Fulong Mountain.

If you ask why......

Presumably she was waiting for that Su Miaojin, this woman was the person who opened the Qingyu Seven Days, the karma was very deep, and she was a trialist, this group of people should be setting up a huge trial game, but in the end, because of her own inconvenience, she completely changed her meaning and made a mess.

What would have changed without me?

Moreover, the group of people in Xiqin, including Zhi Feiyan, must also be, this should have been Jiang Yugui's trial, and he was occupied by his own dove, so the people who were close to him should all be.

"Uncle Xin?"

Sun Wangcai, another female disciple of the inner sect, Li Xiang'er and Xiao Huang, stood side by side, and were startled by Xin Zhuo's inexplicable curses.

Xin Zhuo sighed and looked at the snow scene in the distance, for a long time.

Da Zhou Andu, I don't know if it's still not the Andu back then?

Li Xiang'er bowed her hand and asked cautiously: "Five hundred miles to the Andu of the Great Zhou, there are disciples of the sect who have sent a message to them, and there are monsters and disciples of the evil sect who must pass through to make trouble, disrupting the Anmanshan Mountain, and ask the uncle what to do."

"Spell Mountain?" Xin Zhuo asked.

Li Xiang'er replied: "Uncle Yu, there are three small sects on Anfu Mountain, Spirit Sword, Shaolin and Wudang, which are the subordinate sects of Baicao Valley, one of the nine sects under my Xuantian Sword Sect!"

"Shaolin, Wudang, and Spirit Sword?"

Xin Zhuo pondered for a moment and said with a smile: "Fly over, I'm going to see an acquaintance."

"Whoa!"

……

"Disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect will kill ...... with me"

Zhao Li held a three-foot Qingfeng in her hand, her momentum was like a rainbow, even though she was only in the Great Venerable Realm, even though her robe had been torn, covered in blood, and her long hair was messy, she still led hundreds of disciples under her door to charge wildly.

In front of it is a strange cliff, originally there was a whole mountain, but it was broken alive, on the edge of the cliff stood seven one-horned tigers the size of houses, with red eyes, full of black gas, staring at the dense "little people".

On their backs rode men in red, all of them with calm expressions and sinister smiles on their lips.

In the air above the seven one-horned giant tigers, more than a dozen figures were fighting, and the fierce earth immortal level and even the cathode qi were wantonly impacting, and the momentum was huge.

Almost at the moment when Zhao Ling rushed forward, another woman not far away scolded angrily:

"Wudang disciple, Demon Removal Guardian Dao, is today, and follow me Song Xijun to kill and become benevolent......"

A large number of Wudang disciples in cyan robes flocked over.

"Shaolin disciple, protect the safety of the party At this time, my Buddha is merciful!"

Hundreds of monks were whistling and flying, murderous.

The three factions were one, there were more than 1,000 people, and the momentum was not weak, and they rushed straight to the seven one-horned giant tigers.

"Woo Woo ......"

The dense figure rushed into battle with an indomitable momentum.

And the seven one-horned tigers, under the urging of dozens of black-clothed men and women on their backs, ushered in the demonic aura of the sky.

"Boom ......"

The earth shook, more than a thousand people and seven giant tigers rushed together, and in an instant, the dazzling demonic qi, bloody qi, broken bones and the screams before death sounded at the same time.

Blood sprayed into the sky, and one figure after another was knocked into the air, and before it fell, it was already exhausted.

It turns out that in the face of absolute power, numbers do not prevail.

"Little bugs!"

Zhao Li, who was rushing forward, looked at the corpse of a young girl flying over his head, drenched in blood, scattered all his internal organs, and died in a very miserable manner, he couldn't help but tear his eyes, that was the senior sister who had the best relationship with her.

Her eyes were red, the joints of the hand holding the sword turned a little whiter, and she said categorically in a voice that only she could hear: "The Spirit Sword Sect has been established for hundreds of years, and the disciples of the sect are all in the narrow sense, and now they are being invaded by the evil demons, so they should sacrifice themselves and kill them!"

Jumping up, using the strongest sword of Shengping, it is like a meteor catching the moon, and you can even jump over the level to challenge, and go straight to the opposite giant tiger and the evil disciple above the giant tiger!

It's a pity that as soon as it came into contact, the strongest sword was just like a mirror, and it was shattered in an instant.

Her chest hurt greatly, her head dizzy, she flew upside down on her back, and a mouthful of hot blood wet her neck.

"It turns out that everything is useless, worm ......"

Just when she opened her mind and calmly went to death, she was suddenly pulled by someone, and suddenly opened her eyes, an acquaintance, Song Xijun of the Wudang faction, her best friend, was together back then...... Deceived by that person.

Before she could speak, a yellow figure rushed over on the other side: "Senior sister, Miss Zhao Li, hurry, I can't stand it!"

Qin Lirong, who is also a disciple of Wudang, was also deceived by that person back then.

Why do you think of that person at this time?

She put aside her thoughts and looked ahead, momentarily filled with grief and anger.

I saw that more than 1,000 disciples of the three sects were scattered, dead bodies were everywhere, and there were few living people.

And the seven giant tigers and the disciples of the evil sect on the giant tigers were still safe and sound, and they quickly killed.

She vaguely heard the laughter and scolding of the disciples of the evil sect: "This worldly martial artist is really weak, boring, extremely boring!"

She had the heart to work hard to dispel the other party's arrogance, but she couldn't do anything.

I had no choice but to follow Qin Lirong and Song Xijun to retreat, while roaring sadly and angrily: "The sect has been destroyed, and all the disciples have died, why doesn't the Hundred Grass Valley Upper Sect come?" Why didn't Da Zhou Zhenwu come? ”

Song Xijun pulled her back, and her handsome goose egg with a few grains of yellow sand was full of worry: "It is reported that the disciple of Baicao Valley was stopped by the evil sect in Shuikong Mountain, and the Great Zhou Imperial Court ...... The prime minister and the demon queen are in charge, and the little emperor is set aside! ”

"Master, they haven't been defeated yet, we still have hope!"

Qin Lirong, who was already in his twenties and had matured a lot, said confidently: "As long as you repel them, everything will ......."

Before he finished speaking, he was stunned.

I saw that the five figures in mid-air suddenly screamed, and they all fell together, falling heavily to the ground, spitting blood from their mouths, and dying.

It is Zhao Ling, the head of the Spirit Sword Sect, the ancestor of the Wudang Sect, the three crazy Taoists, the Shaolin masters, the Kuxing Zen Master and the Kujing Master, and others.

The elders with the highest realm of the three factions were also defeated!

Zhao Li and Song Xijun and dozens of disciples of the three factions who were lucky enough to not die were in a trance, and immediately moved closer to the past.

"Master......"

Zhao Li only said two words, and then choked up, and there was nothing to say, just like during this time, the monsters and evil sect disciples who suddenly appeared, I don't know where they came from, and they don't know how to deal with them.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

Seven giant tigers as tall as houses, their pillar-like hooves crushed the rocks, and slowly approached, like shadows.

And in mid-air, the seven imposing figures also swept over, looking condescendingly, sneering again and again.

Another man with his hair in a bun and a long posture flashed from a distance, carrying his hands behind his back, and said indifferently:

"Huaiqiu of the Contemptible Sect, disciple of the Heavenly Evil Sect, today to conquer this place, you should be restrained!"

Although the voice was flat, it was full of evil and disdain.

"Amitabha!"

Shaolin's withered star Zen master's blood-stained palms trembled and folded, and he recited the Buddha's name.

"There is a way in heaven and earth, the way of good and evil!"

The three crazy Daoists wiped the blood from the corners of their mouths with difficulty, and said: "This is the land of the Great Zhou, there is the law of the imperial court, the people are united, and the eighteen holy sects are suppressed, so you should restrain the evil ......"

That Zong Huaiqiu smiled and said: "All the dust of the Great Zhou, but the things in the bag, the eighteen sects are just grasshoppers after the autumn, this heaven and earth luck, all the evil in the sky, is here for thousands of miles, my Zong Huaiqiu is the king, no one can disobey, I want to accept you and others as slaves, you and promise, you should be free, if you don't agree, you will be killed in an instant!"

When Zhao Ling, the head of the Spirit Sword Sect, heard this, he sneered: "If we wait for a fight for our lives, there are still two ways to say the winner!"

"Idiot!"

That Zong Huaiqiu took a step forward, and a dazzling extreme yang aura appeared around his body, waving his sleeves and turning into a yang sword, "How can you stop the power of this yang reality?" ”

Zhao Li, Zen Master Withered Star, Three Crazy Daozi and the others shrank their pupils, and the five of them were no more than three people from the Earth Immortal Nine Turn, and two people from the Yin Void and the Heavy Sea.

The person who came to sneak up on it, Yang Shi......

For a while, a group of people were like ashes, and there was no hope in their hearts.

It's just that...... It's the hardest thing in life to die!

"Heavenly Evil Immortality!"

That Zong Huaiqiu looked up to the sky and laughed, "Kill you, but it's just a gesture, this seat still wants to enter the imperial capital to play with concubines, princesses, and a group of acquired pigs......"

Before he finished speaking, he paused, and saw a wind wolf winged carriage, surrounded by two people, flying silently overhead.

It was a coincidence that it stopped, the wind blew the curtain slightly, and the man and woman driving the car both looked cold and imposing, and even overwhelmed everyone present.

Zong Huaiqiu and other Heavenly Evil disciples and Zhao Li and a group of others subconsciously looked up, and couldn't help but be surprised and inexplicable.

Horse-drawn carriages are common in the world, but flying in the sky is rare.

"Who's up there?" That Zong Huaiqiu asked in a cold voice.

A woman with single eyelids in front of the carriage said condescendingly: "The Xuantian Sword Sect is in charge of the sect, and the sect orders to suppress the Three Kingdoms of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the disciples of the evil sect should be punished!"

"Xuantian Sword Sect Young Sect Master!"

Zhao Li, Zhao Ling, and the three crazy Daoists and others showed excitement, as if they were dying tragically, they grabbed a straw and trembled uncontrollably.

Shangzong Baicao Valley is already a respected and powerful person, how can he talk about the Xuantian Sword Sect? And a young master?

"Xuantian Sword Sect Young Sect Master?"

That Zong Huaiqiu laughed evilly, "In the hundred and fifty years of practicing in the lower martial arts, I can't see this kind of person who pretends to be a god and a ghost, but I want to give it a try!" ”

Wrapped around his body, he flicked his sword with his fingers, like a river pouring down, and went straight to the carriage.

"Bold!"

The woman with one eyelid took a step back and bowed: "Please try the sword, uncle!"

The curtain of the car was suddenly lifted from the corner, and a hand was stretched out, and five fingers flicked.

"Hum—"

The sky was suddenly filled with extreme sun winds, and suddenly nine huge dragon shadows appeared, like a mirage, shocking people's hearts.

The seven giant tigers were restless.

Immediately after that, the nine dragon shadows quickly converged, turned into a thousand slashes, enveloped a hundred zhang in a radius, and slashed down with unparalleled might.

Doesn't give people a chance to react at all.

"Boom-"

Zong Huaiqiu's sword light was like a hemp rod, shattering in an instant.

With shock on his face, he was about to retreat, only to feel a huge pain in his body, and his waist was cut in half.

God is pitiful, he just wants to test it, something is wrong, he turns around and runs away, but he tries to lose his life!

Yang Shi is a heavy sea, and it is so worthless!

However, the slash did not stop, and continued to be cut.

"Poof......

The six Heavenly Evil Yin Void disciples below, the seven giant tigers below, and the Heavenly Evil disciples on the giant tiger couldn't react at all, and they were cut in two by the wheat.

Blood splattered, and the internal organs collapsed, which was even worse than the death of the disciples of the previous three sects.

Not only that, but the ice and thunder that came from nowhere, after the Qiankun slash, hit with a crazy momentum, "boom, boom, boom".

Whether it was the corpse of the giant tiger or the corpses of dozens of members of the Heavenly Evil Sect, they were all shaken into pulp.

The smell of blood is strong, like hell on earth!

It's just one hit...... Nothing more!

Zhao Li, Zhao Ling, Song Xijun, the Three Crazy Daoists, and the Withered Star Zen Master A large group of people widened their eyes, breathed rapidly, and were silent for a long time.

Thousands of disciples of his three sects were all wiped out in a few days, and this group of Heavenly Evil disciples and giant tiger monsters were like invincible natural enemies, and now they ...... But he was killed by the man in the carriage with one blow.

It's like child's play!

"This ......"

In front of the carriage, Sun Wangcai and Li Xiangyeer swallowed dryly, they knew that Uncle Xin was very strong, but they never thought that they would be so strong, where is this move, this is clearly ...... Killing!

Only Xiao Huang lay on the wall of the car and yawned boredly.

At this time, Zhao Ling, the head of the Spirit Sword Sect, reacted first, and hurriedly rushed to the carriage with a fist and saluted: "Zhao Ling, a disciple of the lower sect, has seen the predecessors of the upper sect!"

"Long time no see!"

The carriage curtain suddenly opened, revealing a face, with a faint smile, and some relief.