At the foot of the mountain, the outer circle of the Wuyang City is round and the inside, the city lord's mansion sits in the center, and there is a wealthy mansion in the south that echoes it, and the area is three times larger than the city lord's mansion, here is the Wu mansion.

This rich mansion is not as deep as the princely and noble mansion as if it entered the Zhumen as deep as the sea, but there are also hundreds of high pavilion courtyards, the eaves and corners are clustered, which also hides a big lake, there is a lonely island in the middle of the lake, and the big pavilion on the island couplets are written: the sound of the lake in the middle of the night is like listening to the tide, and the water is blue and blue. There is a fishing platform by the lake, and there is a white-bearded and belly-reaching, burly, old and strong old man in Tsing Yi sitting in the small pavilion on the platform, which is the ancestor of the Wu family. The incense burner on the coffee table in front of the old man floated sandalwood smoke, a boy who did not reach the crown was kneeling, with a jade-headed sword beside him, the sky outside the pavilion was dark, the wind occasionally rose, and the sound of rain falling on the lake broke the very depressing atmosphere in the pavilion.

"Ji'er, two years later, can you think about whether to write or to follow the martial arts?" The old ancestor has been closing his eyes to recuperate, and when he opened his eyes full of expectations, he couldn't see any doting on his face.

Wu Ji was originally practicing swords in the courtyard, Leng Buding was called by the ancestor for questioning, kneeling tremblingly, sweat sticking behind but not daring to make any movements, in the entire family, Wu Ji was only in awe of the old ancestor, it should be said that the entire Wu Mansion was in awe of this imperial courtier who was not angry and arrogant. Asked such a question by the old ancestor, Wu Ji knew that his future had already been grasped by the far-sighted old ancestor, so he just bowed humbly and replied: "Everything is decided by the old ancestor." ”

Hearing such a reply, the old ancestor was not angry at the great-grandson's lack of opinion, but slightly praised his small city, retracted his gaze and said: "My Wu family was the ancestor of the empire, and then there were ups and downs, a hundred years ago, do you know why my Wu family spared no effort to join forces with Qingqiu to kill the Demon Sect?" ”

The story of the rise and fall of the family Wu Ji has been exposed to it since he was a child, and the family was at a low point a hundred years ago, so spared no effort, of course, it is not just as simple as defending the right path on the surface, after all, the Wu family is the Wu family of officialdom, and there must be inhumane power schemes, Wu Ji said what he had already thought: "You can get the true biography of Qingqiu." ”

"What's the use?" The torch-like eyes of the ancestor looked at Wu Ji again, and saw if the hope of the Wu family's future was of great use.

"Cultivation is self-cultivation, and in the future, it can be on the battlefield, and my Wu family's roots are in martial arts." Wu Ji replied.

"Well, but you're shallow." The old ancestor stroked his beard, but his expression sank in an instant, and said: "It's a pity that the chess is one move, the sword cultivation that is good has declined, and Qingqiu has also fallen from the second rate to the third rate, but my Wu family still benefited a lot from that move." Because of the meritorious service of pacifying the Demon Sect, your great-grandfather returned to the battlefield after reinstatement, and gathered many people from the rivers and lakes who came to serve him, and finally fought for a fourth-grade official position. ”

After listening to the words of the old ancestor, Wu Ji wondered in his heart, it seemed that the old ancestor admired martial arts, but now the foundation of the Wu family is the remnant of the old ancestor and the third-grade civil official.

Throughout the empire in recent decades, the emperor sat firmly in the country and released the military power with a glass of wine, and the civil officials boasted of the law with the right words, and cut the meritorious generals with a pen and a knife. The ancestors of the Wu family were flying in the official career back then, and it was inevitable that they stepped on a few generals and princes who were contemptuous of the monarch with soldiers, and also obtained official positions for several heirs of the family, such as the eldest son is now a squire of the military department. Mention back to this ancestor of the Wu family, but in the matter of Wuhou is a rapid retreat, on the grounds of old age as a reason to return to his hometown, perhaps because the Wu family is a general, although the Wuhou trend has gone, this ancestor of the Wu family is not willing to fall into the stone of the Wuhou who fell into the well.

Wu Ji frowned unconsciously, the old ancestor could see the thoughts of his great-grandson at a glance, and said a shocking secret with a calm face: "There will be a military disaster in the empire in fifteen years at the latest." ”

Wu Ji was stunned when he heard this, the old ancestor is not a real person of the Daomen, how can he have the ability to read the number of qi, he must have lived in the court for a long time, and he saw the turbulent undercurrent of the empire.

After a long silence, the old ancestor finally had the kindness on his face that he should have for his great-grandson, and said, "Since you came back from Qingqiu, has your heart calmed down?" ”

Wu Ji wanted to answer truthfully, but he was afraid of provoking the ancestor's long and profound reprimand, so he was silent for a while.

The old ancestor said to himself: "A few days ago, Elder Zhou Yanqing of Qingqiu came down the mountain to deliver red firefly wine, and while he was drunk, he vomited some things on the mountain. ”

Wu Ji leaned forward and listened carefully.

"One is the sudden rise of the Demon Sect, first there is the Yizhen Gate threatened by the Ghost Fire Order, and then the Great Buddha Temple was destroyed, and in the near future, the righteous path will elect the leader of the alliance to fight against the Demon Sect together."

"The second is that the famous disciple of your sword cultivation who defeated you with a sword that day was already a Jue Ling Yan Realm, and he also practiced the advanced exercises outside Qingqiu, after being alone in the battle of Qici Town, he was trapped in an army of thousands of zombies and did not die, and he was suspected of being a demon sect by the people of Yizhenmen a few days ago, and was locked up in the sword shrine."

The first thing of the old ancestor Wu Ji listened to it and turned a deaf ear, but the second thing made him depressed like kneeling pins and needles, Zong Yang's strength in the Yan Realm did not make him in a trance, after all, the scholar Ah Fu next to him was also in the Yan Realm, but he also heard about the battle in the Seven Ancestral Towns, at that time, even Chongwu, who had just entered the Spirit Realm, was not broken, so why did Zong Yang, who had just entered the Yan Realm, dare to risk his life?

Wu Ji was nurtured by the family to see things more deeply, but the ancestor directly said Wu Ji's thoughts, saying: "If you have the courage to break off, as long as you are not reckless, you have enough self-confidence." ”

"yes." Wu Ji said this sentence with a sigh of distraction.

That guy is definitely not a simple entry realm.

The old ancestor looked past the kneeling Wu Ji and looked at the rippling lake, and sighed: "Ordinary people, it is not easy to reach the martial pole dragon, and extraordinary people can pursue it when they enter the spiritual realm, Ji'er, your cultivation talent is already the pride of my Wu family, you don't have to mind the battle between the sword and the realm, the man should cultivate himself and rule the country and level the world, and the glory of the ancestor is the right way to seal his wife and son, and ask the cultivators in the world are like carps crossing the river, how many people have ascended to heaven?" Life is too short, so why pursue those illusory things. ”

Wu Ji listened and looked at the jade-headed sword, when he was young, he also set his dream of cultivating the sword to be free in the world, but with the blood of the Wu family in his body, paying for the Wu family is his way, he has been instilled with these since he was a child, and over time he is willing.

Listening to the old ancestor's order, Wu Ji suddenly became enlightened.

The rain is gradually rising, and the Diaoyutai Pavilion is still quiet.

Wu Ji pondered the topic of today's dialogue with the ancestors, from the scientific research decision to the recent history of the family, to the Demon Sect and Zongyang, are these related?

Wu Ji didn't dare to ask, and the old ancestor who was shutting down and pretending to be closed saw that the sandalwood in the furnace was almost burned, so he explained: "A hundred years ago, my Wu family had a good relationship with Qingqiu, and got a sword book that was slightly inferior to the Sanzheng sword. If Qingqiu survives a catastrophe today, you don't have to worry about the scientific expedition, go to Qingqiu and do penance until you go out of the mountain."

"Today's catastrophe?!" Wu Ji was shocked.

"Well, today the Demon Sect group has attacked the Knock Mountain." When the ancestor saw the wind and lake outside the pavilion, he expected that the mountain would be full of blood.

Wu Ji concluded that the old ancestor must have been out of the eyeliner to monitor the movements of the righteous path and the demon sect recently, thinking of the family's century-old friendship with Qingqiu, he was surprised: "That ......"

The old ancestor said coldly: "We don't have to make a move, if Qingqiu can't survive this catastrophe, it will be useless for me to count the qi, the Wu family is no longer the Wu family of a hundred years ago, not to mention the great power of the Demon Sect, my Wu family deserves to be this blind man." ”

The great-great-grandson of the Wu family carefully appreciated the wisdom of the ancestors, and his heart was subtly transforming, and he solemnly responded "yes".

The ancestor asked Wu Ji to go back, Wu Ji just came out of the pavilion and stood on the Diaoyu Tai, but saw that the original storm suddenly stopped, the wind swept the black clouds, and the scorching sun shone in the sky, shining like a sword.

On the knock hill.

Zong Yang stood with his sword in his hand, and the sun behind him was dazzling, and the senior sisters of Qingqiu could see it.

The sect masters of the hundreds of sects of the demon sect have their own ghosts, a kid from Qingqiu was born, and three of the four ghost kings who blocked him have died, this kind of ruthless character is not something they can kill, since the sect leader did not give an order, why not watch from the wall, and watch the battle between the strongest.

Zong Yang's eyes were light, and when he was facing the great enemy, he actually recalled the past seventeen years, from the elder brother who was despised by people who was hard and drifting, to the pride of the sword cultivator who saved Qingqiu with a sword, everything was like a dream but not a dream.

The last memory, the picture was frozen in the moment when the dice Lao Dao took out the chicken leg from his arms in front of the Wanjin Building, Zong Yang smiled and took a deep breath, looked at the Demon Sect and the Burial Heaven, and said loudly: "The Sword Cultivation Sect Feng disciple is here, the Demon Sect, kill!" ”

The sky changed, the situation changed, Futian slowly got up, raised his feet and stepped on the ghost fire order of the sacrifice, and flew into the air ten zhang away from Zongyang.

In the face of the burial of the Ten Directions Dao Monarch Realm, although Lu Guyu said some important strategies for dealing with the battle, but Zong Yang knew the principle of a battle from Mu Tian, fighting between the strongest, and maybe one move and a sword would determine life and death, unlike the small shrimp in the Nirvana Realm who fought back and forth dozens of lilies, crossed the border to kill the enemy, and if he didn't fight to the death, he would fall.

"Sword Three!"

Zongyang's battle blood boiled, the big black sword shrank, and the sword body was only twice the usual size, but the whole body was jet black, and only the blood-red ancient seal runes on the spine of the sword.

A moment later, the golden crow flames burst from the sword's body.

After another moment, the aura of heaven and earth on the entire knock mountain was swallowed and swallowed by the whale, Zong Yang's long hair danced wildly, and the yang behind him turned from golden to red, dazzling in all directions.

The aura was restless, the wind was like a gang, and even the sand and gravel on the ground were trembling and flying, and both the righteous path and the demon sect were uneasy, and they were afraid that Zong Yang had used some magic skills, but the burial sky in the air was cold-eyed and quiet, not the Ten Directions Dao Monarch Realm, even if you had an artifact in your hand, it was also a baby and a child's blade, useless.

"Sword!" Zong Yang looked up to the sky and drank. In order to control the non-anger in his hands, Zong Yang at this time showed signs of collapse, and his qi was extremely chaotic, which was no different from going mad.

Knocking the mountain trembled obviously, and the people of Qingqiu Sect all sensed the abnormal movement of the forbidden land sword shrine, and after a breath, hundreds of ancient swords in the sword mound array broke through the air, like a sword dragon, and the sword roar was deafening.

"This is the true power of the master's sword?!" Hanzi Niu's old eyes were shining.

Lu Gu gave up his sword cultivation in vain, but when he saw this scene, his realm rose greatly.

The people of Qingqiumen are looking forward to it, and they can see the magic of the sword mound in their lives, and their eyes are wide open.

Hundreds of ancient swords flew in the air, which was beyond the common sense that the Spirit Realm could only control a natal sword.

Zong Yang waved the flame of the golden crow, and his hand turned into a sword trick, and hundreds of ancient swords immediately had a sense, and the tips of the swords all pointed to the burial sky.

"Broken!" Zong Yang didn't point at the burial sky in his hand, and the ancient sword in the air buzzed towards the burial heaven like a bee.

The face of the burial sky is like ice, facing the hundreds of ancient swords shot from the sky, the black vitality in front of him condenses into a cover, and the next moment an ancient sword is like a comet hitting the moon, ding ding ding ding impact the vitality cover, the scene is spectacular. Each ancient sword shattered and shattered behind the impact of the Yuan Qi Hood, and after a few breaths of effort, most of the ancient swords had turned into wreckage and fell under the body of the burial sky, like a sword tomb, but the burial heaven was unharmed.

Among the people of Qingqiu Sect who looked nervous, Li Tianzhen clenched his gentle fists and said softly: "Break it quickly!" ”

On the side of the Demon Sect, a middle-aged sect master with a high status shouted: "Sect Leader Shenwei, what is the use of Qingqiu Xiaoer's carving insect skills!" ”

"Sect Master Kamui!" The Demon Cultists shouted in unison.

By this time, hundreds of ancient swords had all fallen, and although the last few swords had eaten away at the chest of the burial heaven, they were still defeated. Futian quietly spit out a breath of turbidity, and looked down at Zong Yang ruthlessly.

"How much energy do you have?!" Lu Gu squinted at the burial sky, and his tone was full of unbelief in evil.

"Humph! That's all there is to it. The Thousand Fox Ghost King sneered, revealing his snow-white fragrant shoulders, and a furrow in his chest was unfathomable, but no one dared to look at the surrounding sects.

The mood of the audience fluctuated, but Zong Yang silently held his sword and slashed in the air.

With one slash, a sword intent burning with golden crow flames was visible to the naked eye, flying into the air several times slower than ordinary sword qi, and finally suspended in the air.

Two slashes, the same sword intent flew into the air.

Three slashes.

……

Zong Yang's hearty self-created sword moves are getting faster and faster, the stone surface under his feet is cut by the sword intent, and the sword intent is slashed out in all directions, everyone can't see Zong Yang's movements clearly, there is only sword intent in his eyes, and there is only the sound of sword intent burning in his ears.

Ten breaths later, a hundred burning sword intent stagnated in the sky and covered the sky, and the air on the top of the mountain was scorching.

The invincible sword intent in the Jue Ling Realm is over the vitality of the Jue Ling Realm, there are very few people in the world who know the winner or loser, and the burial sky crawls out of the pile of dead people, and has a natural sensitivity to death, in the face of the sword intent in the sky, the ghost fire at the foot of the burial heaven conjures up a sky-swallowing black python, no longer with black smoke as the body, but condensed with vitality, and the black and shiny scales on the surface are sharper and harder than the blade. The black python coiled the burial heaven inside, and opened its huge mouth towards Zongyang, and black smoke filled the air.

Zong Yang closed his eyes and concentrated, his right arm held the sword horizontally in a simple starting pose, then raised his right arm to the top, after taking a deep breath, his eyes opened suddenly, and he said a sentence in his mouth while slashing down,

"Burning Road!"

The hundreds of ancient swords in the Imperial Sword Shrine before were not Zong Yang's strongest killing moves, and the purpose was only to consume the vitality of the burial sky, which was also Lu Guyu's suggestion. This move was created by Zong Yang by the Forbidden Sword Shrine, which is very different from the Spiritual Realm Imperial Sword, and it is the strongest killing move.

A hundred sword intent slashed towards the burial sky, and the black python opened its mouth to swallow a sword intent in front of him, but his jaw was cut off by the sword intent, and this sword intent also dissipated. The rest of the sword intent slashed all over the black python's body, the sound of slashing came and went, that layer of black smoke could swallow the sword qi, but the sword intent was useless, the black python's body was cut off, and the golden crow flames were burned on the crack, but it did not roar in pain, because it was just condensed by the vitality of the burial sky, and the black blood overflowed from the corner of the burial sky eyes hidden inside.

The black python was shattered by the sword intent, and when the sword intent was about to end, Zong Yang waved obliquely, and the tip of the sword brought an arc of dust in front of him, he exhausted all his energy, and a sword intent like a burning crescent moon slashed out in the air, and after drawing an arc in the air, he slashed towards the burial sky.

Zong Yang once named this sword intent, named Yanyue.

Like the burial heaven in the furnace of heaven and earth, he finally roared, his hands quickly sealed, in the face of this killing sword intent, he urged the only remaining vitality, the black python skyrocketed, and opened his mouth towards Zong Yang to bite.

There are hundreds of millions of black battle words in the hot moon, which is Zongyang's battle path, the black python was cut from the beginning to the end, and the hot moon was only half consumed.

The Burial Heaven Fruit decided to resist the ghost fire order, this thing is a magic weapon, there is no indestructible ability to match, Yanyue then cut the ghost fire order, and it is close to the burial sky. The burial of heaven was like a cauldron and a sinking boat, hollowing out the last strand of natal energy related to the essence and blood, and the condensation cover resisted, I don't know if Yanyue finally cut into the chest of the burial sky, and the burial sky fell like a meteor, smashing a big pit in the ground.

The Thousand Fox Ghost King quickly savior, and the eight ghosts in the Ghost Sect who were second only to the Ghost King protected the Burial Heaven and the Thousand Fox Ghost King.

"Master!" The Thousand Fox Ghost King lifted up the burial heaven and found that his chest was cracked, the edges were scorched, and his beating heart was impressive.

Fu Tian was speechless, because black blood kept gushing out of his mouth.

The Thousand Fox Ghost King swept away the eight demons who were facing her, his eyes suddenly filled with murderous aura, and he clawed at the waist of the Queen of Burial, broke her spine, and went deep into the sea of dantian qi, sucking out a small cloud of white light in her palm. She has been planning for a long time and has taken great pains.

A deaf and vigilant ghost demon happened to turn around and see this scene, and shouted in shock, the Thousand Fox Ghost King swallowed this small mass of things into his stomach in the blink of an eye, kicked his legs, turned around in the air and slammed his palms on the back of a demon who had not yet turned around, and hurriedly fled after killing one person.

No one expected the situation to develop like this, no one knew that the Thousand Fox Ghost King would betray the sect leader and bury the sky to risk his life, the five ghosts chased and killed angrily, and in the blink of an eye, other masters of the Ghost Sect also attacked at the same time, and the Thousand Fox Ghost King, who was already seriously injured, was in danger by the enemy on his back, and finally jumped off the cliff desperately.

Several ghosts stood on the edge of the cliff, the mountain wind was fierce at their feet, and the clouds and mist were shrouded, and it was expected that the Thousand Fox Ghost King would definitely die. One of the highest-ranking ones turned around and walked back into the field, glanced at the major sects of the Demon Sect on the left and right, pointed at the Qingqiu Sect people, and ordered: "Kill them all!" ”

In the center of the field, one of the two remaining demons had jumped into the pit to inspect the burial sky, and several sect masters in the Demon Sect also took the opportunity to come over when the people of the Demon Sect were chasing and killing the Thousand Fox Ghost King, at this time, a sect master jumped out, and immediately shouted at the command of the demon: "The sect master is dead!" ”

Zong Yang carried the restored non-disgust behind him, strode forward, and shouted, "Who dares to step forward?!" ”

These few words thundered like thunder, making the Demon Sect members stunned, I don't know which one shouted that the sect leader is dead, let's go, the idea of escaping spreads like a contagion, and in the blink of an eye, the Demon Sect members rushed down the mountain like a torrent, and those people of the Ghost Sect who wanted to avenge the sect leader saw that the tree fell and scattered, and when they saw that husband was closed, they also carried the corpse of the burial heaven down the mountain with the current.

The people of Qingqiu Sect erupted in cheers that shook the mountain, but no one went to chase and kill the Demon Sect, but they just watched the Demon Sect members go away with the same hatred.

Zong Yang smiled slightly, suddenly spurted a mouthful of blood, and fell straight down.