Zong Yang was imprisoned in the sword mound, Lu Guannan Chongwu and others knelt down in front of the Qingxiao Hall to plead, Han Ziniu closed the door and did not see it, and he was happy to see this scene in his heart, the chief disciple of Qi cultivation was willing to intercede for the sword cultivation disciples, and the sword cultivation Qi cultivation gave birth to bonds in the younger generation, and the future of Qingqiu was very impressive. In addition, the three days are coming, and the Demon Sect has not attacked the Yizhen Gate in the solemn manner of the righteous path, because several major false surrender suzerains broke with the Burial Heaven, and the two major forces fought in the Ten Thousand Ghost Caves for one night, and the Yin Feng, who was once one of the four demon kings, snatched the Ghost Sect's heavy treasure Ghost Fire Order, and other small forces waited for the opportunity to watch from the wall, first to see who lost and who won and who won the Burial Heaven and the three major demon kings.

In the sword mound, Zong Yang's feet were locked by two cold ice chains, which was the meaning of Han Ziniu, and he only left a secret sentence, saying that he could use this thing to protect Zong Yang's life.

Zong Yang calculated with his toes and knew that on this knock mountain, except for Heshan, who could do anything for qi cultivation, who else could there be. However, if Heshan dares to come and kill, Zong Yang must release two large buckets of blood from him.

In fact, staying in the sword mound is much more comfortable than the old guy who is confined in the ancient well, there are deacons outside to guard in turn, and Lu Guannan has sent three meals. Besides, this sword mound, the big array is sealed with so many natal swords used by the ancestors of Qingqiu in the past dynasties, people are left behind when they die, Zong Yang is accompanied by this ancient sword all day long, and the sword intent has been greatly improved under the peace of mind.

When he had nothing to do, Zong Yang practiced swords, but there was no sword in his hand but a sword in his heart, as if he had returned to the time when he was unable to hold a sword but practiced it painstakingly. Looking back on the "Guiyi Sword Technique", to the wisdom sword of the Sanzheng Sword "Yin and Yang Liangyi One Style Sword" and the Ren Sword "Da Qiankun", and then to the Jianlan Sword in the Thirteen Swords of Qi Cultivation, the Sword of You, the Sword of Gang, the Seven Stars, etc., and finally the strongest move of the Wu family, Zong Yang intends to precipitate the newly created swordsmanship not long ago, and simplify the complex. It has been said that after 800 battles, the swordsmanship is self-contained. Now Zong Yang has experienced less than eight hundred battles of life and death, but with this pair of swords, he has an extraordinary body that has an extraordinary talent, so that he can take the essence of the form from these sword swordsmanship that is not considered to be the strongest god.

In addition to practicing swords, Zongyang is in a daze of squatting on the ground and drawing sword scores, in addition, he climbs the territory of the two earth dragons, sits at the entrance of the cave and looks at the scenery, watches the sunrise between the world and the earth, looks at the cloudless blue sky, looks at the starry night sky, sees the sea of clouds shuttled by flying cranes, and looks at the unobstructed scenery under the mountain.

One day, Zong Yang sat at the entrance of the cave as usual, with a jar of red firefly wine beside him, and the one-bearded public dragon squatting on the side, as for the female dragon, it should go to the cliff or the Lancang River to forage for food. Zong Yang glanced at the common land dragon, and the common ground dragon shrank to the side in fright. Zong Yang smiled slightly and asked, "You are so afraid of me, and you still have to squat on the side every day to watch?" ”

The commons dragon couldn't speak, and he couldn't understand what Zong Yang was saying, so he pulled a thick vine from the edge of the hole with a big claw and chewed it quietly.

On this day, the sky was obscured by black clouds, the wind thundered and the lightning was blowing, and the rain lines quietly fell into the shrunken world below.

Above the entrance of the cave, a few large drops of water fell on Zong Yang's hand, splashing water, and the public land dragon on the side also stretched out its big claws to catch the rain.

A fresh wind blew towards Zong Yang with a little broken rain, and there was a feeling of blowing his eyebrows open, and he stared at the entire rain world, lost his mind, and murmured.

"The rain is a sword, the wind is a sword, the clouds are a sword, the mountains are a sword, the river is a sword, the meteor is a sword, and the splash is a sword...... One sword, two swords, billions of swords, the sword is the avenue, and the avenue hides the sword. ”

Suddenly, Zong Yang felt a special connection with the aura of heaven and earth around him, and the ancient sword with the handle in the sword mound behind him seemed to have a faint sense with him. The opportunity could not be missed, Zong Yang turned around and came to the sword mound, and saw that the runes on the body of the ancient sword in front of him were shining in an orderly manner, as if they were breathing, and all their divine consciousness was scattered, scattering towards all the ancient swords, trying to sacrifice them, but in the blink of an eye, he gradually became disappointed.

Zong Yang instantly laughed dumbly, and regardless of whether he entered the spiritual realm or not, even if he was, it could only be the natal sword that he got along with day and night, and the ancient sword in this sword mound was strange!

But Zong Yang turned his mind and asked himself, why did these ancient swords have an induction with him?!

After that, in addition to creating a sword spectrum, Zong Yang began to study the formation contained in the sword mound.

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In the Yin Earth Ghost Ruins, which have long been dead, the sky is as dark as splashing ink.

The Demon Sect Leader Fu Tian leaned over a black wooden coffin, and in the coffin lay the white bones of one of the four demon kings, but this demon king's eyes and lips were black and his skin was shriveled and white, and he had been dead for a long time, and his body was emitting a burst of corpse stench.

Half a month ago, in the infighting in the Ten Thousand Ghost Caves, the truth was a play, a scene planned by Fu Tian, in order to paralyze the righteous path and make them take it lightly. However, the three demon kings of Yin Feng Huangquan Ten Thousand Souls, who played against the Burial Heaven, never expected that the real drama was hidden in the Burial Heaven fake play, which really made them sacrifice their bodies and souls for the thousands of years of the Demon Sect. As for the white bones of the demon king who had long been loyal to the burial sky, he also died under the sword of the Sword Ghost King, and was sucked dry of blood by the Blood Ghost King.

"White Bone, since the day you pledged your allegiance to me, be ready to die for me at any time." Fu Tian looked at Bai Gu's face without emotion, and said coldly.

When the four ghost kings standing behind the burial heaven heard this, their hearts were terrified.

"Cover it." Futian waved his sleeves and stood up.

After the four black-clothed men with ghost masks covered the coffin heavily, they each took out a thick triangular coffin nail with runes engraved on it, because they had been soaked in human blood, and the rune grooves were congealed with crimson human blood. They sealed the coffin with nails and carried it to a large array of runes made up of human blood and dense Yin artifacts.

"Qianhu, do you think those five great avenues will enter the game?" Funeral Tian asked, squinting.

As a burial genius and concubine, the Thousand Fox Ghost King took a step forward, plumped his lips, and replied: "According to his subordinates, those elite disciples of several Great Daomen died in the Seven Ancestral Halls, and there was no successor, which undoubtedly gave Long Ying, who was not ambitious in the Sword Intent Sect, a dose of fierce medicine, and the ghost fire order to scare Yi Zhenmen would make them start to think about the alliance, and the civil strife deliberately put forward by the sect leader gave them a chance to form an alliance, plus Long Ying and the dark chess to add fuel to the fire, the time and place are favorable, and the east wind is just missing." ”

"Well, it's really just the east wind." The funeral day was still expressionless.

"The Sect Master must have great plans." The Thousand Fox Ghost King said flatteringly.

"Alright, come with me." The black robe of the burial sky moved, flashing towards the big array.

"Yes!" The four ghost kings responded together, and their bodies then shot at the four corners of the great array.

In the center of the big array, there is a bronze tripod full of skulls, with twelve protruding spikes on the edge, each spike has grooves, twelve soul locks are inserted on the top of the head, the eyes are gouged out and the tongue is cut off, the hands are tied by iron chains, and the person with black runes painted on his body is pierced through the throat by the spikes and hangs on the big ding, and several of his feet are still twitching and bounced, and the blood is flowing into the big ding. They are the masters of the Yan Realm under the command of the Four Demon Kings, and they are used as sacrifices.

The four ghost kings each stood on an erected coffin with their eyes closed, and each coffin contained the corpses of the four demon kings.

He cut the wrists of his hands with a dagger, and the unusually bright red blood flowed into the Dading, mixed with the blood of the twelve people, and the sound of the mechanism starting, and the blood flowed into the ground along the pipe that the Dading inserted into the ground.

The blood of the burial heaven was extraordinary, because he devoured the Yin Earth Supreme Treasure Three Birth Lotus.

Soon after, the black soil on the ground trembled, the big array was faintly stimulated, and the burial sky jumped into the blood-soaked Dading to meditate, and the coffins under the feet of the four ghost kings fell into the black soil together with the big ding, and the surrounding scarlet blood rune array melted the black soil and became like magma.

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The large array was fully activated, and a stream of black gas gushed out from the ground with the Great Ding as the outlet, and the burial sky had been wrapped in it, and this black gas turned into a vortex black cloud in the sky above a hundred zhang high, which was similar to when the corpse tide came, but the scale was too small. And the black qi that came out of the rune array under the four ghost kings rushed towards the four ghost kings, entering their bodies from their seven orifices, and the four ghost kings were in unbearable pain. At this time, the thirty-six ghost-faced black-clothed people who were protecting the Dharma on the periphery immediately rushed into the big array, and nine people stood around each of the four ghost kings, picked up daggers and neatly cut off their hands and wrists, knelt on one knee, pressed their palms to the ground, and formed a blood pressure formation.

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The Demon Cult is secretly gathering momentum, but what about the right path?