The moment Shang Yunjian took out his sword, the entire cloud peak seemed to tremble.

In the mountains behind Ling Xiao Peak, many people looked at the sword with complicated expressions that was so dazzling that it cut through the surging starry sky of thunderstorms.

Countless people were depressed, Qingrong's face was even more pale at this time, Dongfang Xi sat next to her nervously, letting his mother clutch his shirt tightly, leaning on his shoulder and crying bitterly.

They all saw the picture of Dongfang Xin being slashed by Shang Yunjian with a sword.

They also felt the passing of the life of the Venerable One.

And now, Shang Yunjian actually pointed his sword blade at the sky!

From embattled to sword-in-the-world, all he did was pull out a sword.

A Holy Pavilion disciple slammed against the wall angrily, and his voice squeezed out from between his teeth: "Is there still Heavenly Reason?"

As soon as these words came out, there were countless complaints in the cave of the back mountain.

At this time, the Holy Pavilion was not enough to match Shang Yunjian's existence, as long as Shang Yunjian had his hands free, they would definitely be greeted by a dead word.

So during this time, many of the Holy Pavilion disciples gained courage and began to complete the last journey of their lives.

Some people eagerly confessed to their favorite objects and hugged each other tightly; some people took out the homework assigned by Sima Wuhua not long ago, laughed and tore the blank paper to shreds; some people hugged their heads and cried, lamenting why the world was so unfair; and some people gathered spiritual power, hoping to die a glorious death in a dignified battle......

Dongfang Xi listened silently to the noisy sounds around him.

Dongfang Xin's life and death are unknown, he is now Qingrong's only support, and he must bring strength to his mother with the most powerful attitude.

It's just that the surrounding environment is so noisy, and his heart can't help but be a little disturbed.

Only then did he remember that Sima Immortal Master should also be in the cave, even if he was seriously injured, how could he not come out to reprimand them until now?

In the previous restlessness, he was concerned about his mother's safety, and did not pay attention to Su Yi and Sima Wuhua, but now he found out that he didn't know when, they were no longer in the cave.

He remembered very well that the inside of this cave had gone deep into the interior of Lingxiao Peak, there was only one road in total, and not far behind them was the treasure trove—the end of the cave in the back mountain.

Even if all the treasured magic weapons inside were sacrificed, it would be impossible to stop Shang Yunjian, who was holding the Heavenly Xuan, and the last Heavenly Xuan Slash was the best proof of this.

Isn't it Sima Immortal Master who thought of a solution?

Dongfang Xi didn't continue to think about it.

Although he couldn't keep his composure, Sima Wuhua had already started to act, and he subconsciously felt much more at ease.

......

"You should know the history of our Holy Pavilion. ”

Sima Wuhua was being supported by Su Yi, walking in the seemingly endless narrow corridor, the torches on the left were lit in turn as their footsteps approached, so that they could glimpse part of the huge murals that stretched down the corridor on the right.

Su Yi had almost forgotten the fierceness of the battle outside at this time, his eyes were all attracted by the slightly mottled murals washed by the years, and when he heard Sima Wuhua's question, he nodded seriously and said: "Yes, but it seems that everything I know is included in this mural." ”

He had never thought that there was a hole in the wall of the treasure vault.

Sima Wuhua said with satisfaction: "Yes, this mural is painted by the sages of my Holy Pavilion to record the history of the Holy Pavilion, and now you have seen six of them." ”

Su Yi nodded seriously, still digesting the shock in his heart.

Along the way, the first mural he saw was the survival of the human race in ancient times.

At that time, the demons occupied the continent, and the human race was just the slave of the demon race, and the picture was also in dire straits.

And on the second mural, there are countless immortals who have descended from the sky.

The man in the center of the picture, with a sacred and solemn face, a circle of holy flames behind him seemed to jump out of the mural and burn in front of his eyes.

He saw it very clearly, this was the old immortal Xun Rizhao.

Xun Rizhao was originally the peak powerhouse of the same era as the ancient five scattered immortals, but no one knew how the first batch of immortals on these roads were born in the harsh environment surrounded by demons.

Before, Su Yi was thinking in his heart: Didn't Mo fall from the sky?

Now seeing the mural, he faintly felt that this conjecture he had when he was a child might really be the truth?

In the third mural, Xun Rizhao leads the immortals to build a holy pavilion on the top of Lingxiao Peak.

The next three murals were all scenes of the people in the Holy Pavilion saving the common people, looking at these solemn pictures, Su Yi couldn't help but be in awe at that time.

While supporting Sima Wuhua, he observed the murals on the wall, and unconsciously walked to the end of the corridor.

He was completely immersed in the magnificent past of the Sanctuary in the fresco, but the last one made him a little sentimental.

In the last mural, Xun Rizhao flew up to the top of the clouds alone, escaped into the eye of the sky, and the whole sky was bright.

This is a past that he has witnessed with his own eyes.

At that time, he was just a teenager.

He watched as the majestic figure stepped into the eyes of the firmament, and never returned.

Xun Rizhao is soaring in the day, perhaps it has transcended the world, which is undoubtedly a good thing for the Holy Pavilion, and in Su Yi's view, this is also a feat that has never been seen before or since.

The reason for his real sentimentality comes from the mural itself.

There is almost no trace of age on this last mural, it is obvious that it has been completed in recent years, and its style of painting is all too familiar to him. Nine cakes in Chinese

He was sure that this was the work of his teacher.

Or rather, posthumous works.

"Open the door. ”

Sima Wuhua's words interrupted his sentimentality, and he realized that he had almost hit the door.

The material of this gate in front of you is like gold and jade, although it has undergone thousands of years of erosion, it is still as crystal as a freshly carved jade.

It's just this door...... It's just too thick.

Su Yi put his whole body on the door, using his strength to feed, but the gate still did not move, and finally he was forced to draw several charms on the spot to bless him, and then pushed the door open very reluctantly.

Sima Wuhua glanced at him hatefully and said, "Go in." ”

Su Yi smiled awkwardly and helped Sima Wuhua step into the door.

As soon as he entered the door, Su Yi felt a chill hit him, and he couldn't help but shiver.

He looked around and found that the area hidden within the Peak was a world made of ice.

And at the center of this world is something he knows all too well.

It was a huge floating crystal, and there was one inside the Vault, but the one in the Vault was crimson, and the one in front of him was ice blue.

He couldn't believe his eyes for a moment, and said in a trembling voice, "This is ...... The Spring of Heavenly Veins?"

The Spring of Heavenly Veins, a name that every Holy Pavilion disciple is familiar with.

When every Holy Pavilion disciple enters, they need to bow down to the Heavenly Vein Spring in order to receive the blessings of the Heavenly Dao.

Because according to legend, the foundation of the Holy Pavilion is the spring of the two heavenly veins of yin and yang.

Yang Quan had always been in front of the Xun Rizhao statue in the Holy Pavilion Hall, while Yin Quan had never appeared in the field of vision of the Holy Pavilion disciples.

It's so hidden.

Sima Wuhua left Su Yi's support, sat down in front of Yin Quan, and said, "Protect the Dharma for me." ”

Su Yi was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself what are you going to do here?

Then he saw Sima Wuhua stretch out his hand and point at the Yin Spring.

A chill flowed out of the yin spring and lingered in front of Sima Wuhua.

Su Yi was suddenly shocked, and said in a lost voice: "Uncle Shi, you ......"

Sima Wuhua scolded: "Shut up." ”

Su Yiden was silent, and quickly began to form a talisman seal to protect Sima Wuhua's heart.

The spring of the heavenly veins is a natural divine object that has been bred by heaven and earth for thousands of years, and the combination of yin and yang is said to create all things.

Sima Wuhua was a strong man close to the peak of the Immortal Rank, but he had just been seriously injured, and when he tried to communicate with Yin Quan, the pressure on his body was enough to kill him.

Su Yi could only do his best to protect Sima Wuhua and try not to let the cold invade his body, but with his cultivation, what he could do was limited after all.

Soon Sima Wuhua had an extra layer of frost on his body, like a snowman.

He opened his eyes, his face full of disbelief.

As he withdrew his hand, the cold air that lingered around him also dissipated, and Sima Wuhua spurted out a mouthful of blood and said in a low voice, "Let's go." ”

Su Yi was originally worried about Sima Wuhua, but when he heard this, he suddenly looked confused, thinking to himself, what are you here for?

Sima Wuhua stood up, shook off the frost with some difficulty, and repeated: "Go!"

In just one word, his anger on the verge of exploding has been vividly displayed.

Su Yi hurriedly picked up Sima Wuhua and left the place where the Yin Spring was.

He saw too much today, and his heart was still digesting what he saw and heard today, perhaps because of this, he didn't find that Sima Wuhua's expression was extraordinarily gloomy, and what was hidden in this gloom was a thick doubt.

Previously, he tried to establish contact with Yin Quan, and used part of his strength to solve the crisis of the Holy Pavilion, but unexpectedly, someone took the lead and established contact with Yang Spring first, and although that person's cultivation had also reached the immortal level, it was much weaker than him.

But for some reason, he had already affected the Yin Spring, causing the Yin and Yang Heavenly Vein Springs to provide him with power at the same time.

If he joined, he would have upset the balance and didn't know what would happen, so he had to give up.

Who is that man?

How?

When was this?

Can you hide it from his eyes?

Sima Wuhua frowned and snorted coldly in his heart.

If he can solve this crisis, why not lend you the power of the Spring of Heavenly Veins?

If he can't, even if he dies, he will turn himself into a powerful ghost with a Yin God Spell before he dies and pull him to be buried with him.