Lin Tianxu and Tianwei Tianquan entered the mezzanine, the space was not very large, neat and generous, but there was a quaint offering platform in the middle. A few night pearls hang under the beams, so that the light between the sandwiches is still good.

The eyes of the three teenagers were attracted by the slightly yellowed scroll on the altar, which looked very old, not the popular silk book of today, but the thicker hemp paper. The three of them were eager to try, and Lin Tianxu said: "Tianwei, you go and take a look first, after reading the change of Tianquan, I will watch it last." ”

Tianwei, who had been impatient for a long time, shook it in two steps at a speed that did not fit his figure, and carefully picked up the book. First he shook it a few times to make sure that there were no clips or anything like that, and then he began to flip through the pages with a pilgrimage-like pious gaze.

In the middle of the night, the page was turned to the end. Lin Tianwei turned his head to the two of them and said: "I see, this is no different from the "Yiqing Sutra" that we usually read, not a word is bad, this, show me for a while." After saying that, he scratched his head and continued to turn around and take a closer look.

Lin Tianxu and Lin Tianquan looked at each other and smiled, and continued to wait quietly. After two cups of tea, Lin Tianwei finally put down the scroll in his hand and paced back in frustration, looking like he had gained nothing.

Lin Tianquan is the same, he is more straightforward, he carefully flipped through it a few times and finished it in less than a cup of tea, and walked back directly and said: "I can't see anything, or Tianxu, you go, you are smarter than me, maybe you can find out what is famous." ”

Lin Tianxu stepped forward slowly, he was still calm on the surface, but he had been muttering in his heart: "Heavenly Spirit Spirit, Earth Spirit Spirit, Ancestor Manifest Soon, not to mention a Daigo empowerment, at least give me a high-level exercise to manifest this." ”

Pick up the book, start with an extraordinarily warm texture, and the cover is clear and square. Turning over the text, there is no word left by the ancestors, as Tianwei Tianquan can see, except for being thicker, there is no difference between the more than 30 pages of the book and the Qing Sutra that is studied on weekdays. Although the teenager was inevitably a little disappointed in his heart, because he had a certain psychological preparation, he didn't have too many negative emotions.

At this time, it has been more than half an hour since the three teenagers entered the mezzanine, because of the prohibition in the mezzanine, the sound of the outside world is completely isolated, and they don't know that at this time, the Lin family town above their heads is experiencing a human tragedy. Let's go back to more than half an hour ago, Lin Xiangbei watched three people, including his son, enter the mezzanine, and walked out of the ancestral house and into the square.

As he walked up to his wife, the clear sky suddenly became cloudy. From the north of the Mianyun Mountain Range, an ink cloud floated at a very fast speed, and the ink cloud the size of several acres of land rolled all the way, and people with good eyesight could faintly see that there were shadowy figures inside.

Because most of the women and children in the Lin family town are ordinary people like Min Shuanglan who have never practiced Taoism, and there are many women and children who came to watch the ceremony today, so the crowd in the square couldn't help but be a little flustered when they saw the abnormal scene in the sky.

Lin Xiangbei, who noticed the abnormality, and several elders of the Lin family who were cultivating in the foundation building period also greeted the black clouds in the wind, and Min Shuanglan quickly gathered the Lin family in the square and gathered everyone in the south of the square, and then looked in the direction where her husband was going.

"Who's coming? This is the Lin family's town, please stay and identify yourself!" Lin shouted to Beida. "Bang Bang, what we're looking for is Lin Family Town, who are we? Ask your dead ghost Lin Zhengtong to go! ”

In a piercing sound like cutting stones, the black clouds gradually converged, revealing more than a dozen figures in black robes inside, each figure had a pale black mist on their faces, and they couldn't see their faces clearly, and their bare skin had different tattoos, led by several people with hideous beast-shaped rings on their noses, cheeks, and necks.

The obviously different attire of the people of the Three Continents and the behavior of calling the ancestors by their names made Lin Xiangbei and the elders look very different, isn't this the demon clan that has disappeared for hundreds of years?!

In the entire Chengyun World, the ancient Dao and the demon have not been separated, and thousands of years of blood and fire grievances have long cut off the position of the righteous and demon.

The nine realms of Daomen cultivation are: Pneumatics, Foundation Building, Jindan, Yuanying, Transforming Gods, Clutch, Cave Void, Mahayana, and Tribulation. Except for the pneumatic stage, which is divided into one to nine layers, the others are divided into the early stage, the middle stage, the late stage and the Great Perfection.

The division of the demon cultivation realm is different from that of the Daomen, and it is also divided into nine realms, namely: Qi Gathering Period, Body Refining Period, Condensation Yuan Period, Demon Infant Period, Out-of-Body Period, Separation Period, Merge Period, Mahayana Period, and Tribulation Period, which correspond to the nine realms of Daomen cultivation one by one.

Seeing the demons who appeared suddenly and obviously came badly, and the three demons led by Guanqi's cultivation were all cultivated in the Ning Yuan period (Jindan), and the 10 or so demons behind him were also in the late stage of refining (building the foundation), and the first to speak out was the terrifying cultivation of the Ning Yuan Great Perfection.

Lin Xiangbei, who knew that it was difficult to be good today, hurriedly turned his head loudly: "Shuanglan, the demon clan is coming, hurry up and call the clansmen to evacuate and hide!" Hearing the word demon, as the descendants of Zhongxing Daozun, the Lin family did not make any noise, and they all looked at the demon clan in the air with anger in their eyes.

"Hide? Where to hide? Today we want you Lin family chickens and dogs not to stay! If you don't let your Lin family exterminate the species, how can you be worthy of our hundreds of years of hiding in Tibet, Lin Zhengtong, Lin Zhengtong, our demon clan has remembered your name for hundreds of years, and today I will cut off your bloodline! The Lin family also remembers my name, Duanmu Zhe, the demon envoy of the South Road under the command of the Heavenless Demon Venerable! After saying that, with a move with his right hand, the demon people behind him immediately scattered and pounced on the Lin family in the square.

Lin Xiangbei exchanged colors with several elders, and no longer answered, and greeted Duanmu Zhe, who was the leader of the demon clan, and the two elders who were also cultivators in the late stage of foundation building greeted the other two demons who led the team, and the other elders hurriedly went down to the square to face the demons below.

Because of the gap in the realm, Lin Xiangbei did not leave his hand at all, and his whole body power flowed rapidly, with the support of the internal force of the whole body, the middle finger of the index finger of his right hand was attached to the Yintang acupoint on Duanmu Zhe's forehead, and at the same time, the whole body fell straight and sideways like a javelin, with the finger end as the tip of the arrow, and the body as the arrow body, breaking through the air and going towards Duanmu Zhe, and even caused a crackling sound of breaking the air flow when he advanced at high speed, and as soon as he shot out, it was the highest attack method of the Lin family's ancestor, "Finger Sword".

The internal force of cultivation in the foundation building period can already be released, but because the cultivation is limited, there is only about three inches of pale yellow light in front of Lin Xiangbei's fingertips. Duanmu Zhe on his way to the road did not make any moves, and when Lin Xiangbei was still three positions away from him, Duanmu Zheyin's right hand hidden in the black robe was raised to his chest, and his palm was spread outward and pushed forward by two inches, the movement was very small, but quickly the black qi gathered and formed a palm-shaped slam on Lin Xiangbei's fingertips.

With a muffled snort, he saw black gas in mid-air from Lin Xiangbei's fingertips, and quickly swept his entire arm all the way to his right chest, Lin Xiangbei suddenly felt that his right chest was hit by a jack sledgehammer, and instantly flipped back, his right hand was also in tatters from the fingertips to the shoulders, and the bone meridians were also broken.

Lin Xiangbei fell directly to the ground, kneeling on his right knee, his left hand supported on the ground to avoid falling, his right arm hanging at his side and completely unconscious, spitting blood foam and fragments of organs in his mouth.

When Lin Xiangbei made a move, the people of the Lin family behind him had also been attacked by the people of the demon clan. Except for the six elders who met a few demon people with similar cultivation, the other seven or eight demon people had already rushed into the middle of the crowd.

Except for a few elders and Lin Xiangbei himself, the rest of the Lin family members present today were in the early stage of foundation building with the highest cultivation, and there were only a few of them, and the others were all clansmen and teenagers with pneumatic cultivation, and they were not the enemies of the demon clan at all.

In a few faces, several members of the Lin family had already fallen in a pool of blood. And Min Shuanglan, who was standing in front of the clansmen, was also the first to be attacked by a demon clansman. Poor Min Shuanglan, a gentle woman who had no cultivation, was imprinted on her chest with a palm, and her entire chest was concave, and she only had time to let out an exclamation before she fell to the ground.

Lin Xiangbei, who was knocked back by Duanmu Zhe's half palm, heard his wife's exclamation, and when he turned around and saw the scene of his wife falling, his eyes were torn, and he suddenly let out a howl similar to that of a beast, and he pounced on Duanmu Zhe like a mad tiger without his discipline.

It's a pity that the war with the demons has been so cruel for thousands of years, and emotions can't change anything. The gap in the realm and the lack of strength, even if Lin Xiangbei was eager to eat the demon meat at this moment, and tried his last strength, he couldn't hurt Duanmu Zhe by half a point.

In Duanmu Zhe's crazy mocking laughter, a palm print in mid-air pressed Lin Xiangbei to the ground. Lin Xiangbei couldn't move, so he only turned his head to look in his wife's direction.

In his eyes, what he saw was his beloved wife who had lost his breath, and the one-sided slaughter of the Lin family by the demons.

At this moment of tea, there were a few demon people standing in the square, some of the elders had already fallen to the ground, some had already lost their heads, and the rest of the rest were also lying around the square, including those young men who were full of imagination about the future of the Lin family not long ago.

Most of them remained the same as before they died, some were unwilling and angry, but the only thing was not afraid and retreated! is really a good son of the Lin family.

Seeing the Shura field in front of him, seeing that his beloved wife who was usually opposite each other now has a soul elsewhere, and seeing that many members of the Lin family died tragically on the spot, Lin Xiangbei made a screaming sound from the depths of his throat. Duanmu Zhe also simply pressed down with a palm, and the palm print formed by the black cloud completely crushed Lin Xiangbei's bones all over his body, completely crushing his last trace of vitality.

"Go separately, you can't let go of any of them today!" Duanmu Zhe issued the final slaughter order, and as his words fell, the black-robed demons scattered in all directions of the Lin family's town.

Soon, the dying screams of the Lin family were heard everywhere, and in just a moment, the surroundings gradually calmed down, which meant that the Lin family town had completely become a dead town, and there was no one alive, of course, there were three teenagers on the mezzanine floor of the ancestral house, at this time they didn't know the tragic situation in the town, Lin Tianxu was still thinking hard with a book.