Lu Yeqing took it by surprise, killed his master and senior brother, flew to the front of Rakshasa Peak, plucked up his courage, used all his strength, and shouted out the ** in his heart, and he felt that he was included in a black mist, and with himself, he walked lightly towards the abyss of boundless ghost energy, holding the white bones tightly in his hands, but the fragments of the past in the hundred grasses appeared in front of him like lightning.

When he was a teenager, he escaped from the pursuit of the enemy, hid in Tibet in the deep mountains of Lao Lindong, and almost died in the tiger's mouth, but fortunately met Ge Xianweng who returned from collecting medicine, rescued him, and brought him back to the mountain gate. On the first night, I slept in a room with my senior brother, who told me many fairy stories to myself who was too frightened.

In the Baicao Gate, he and his brothers were by the lotus pond, patronizing the colorful goldfish in the feeding pool, and in the afternoon, he couldn't recite the Baicao Recipe, and was punished by the master to stand when he was only a month later than the senior brother, and then he found the qi machine, and inhaled the spiritual power between heaven and earth into the body, the feeling of fluttering immortals, the look of congratulations and envy of the master and the brothers and the beginning of their own exercises, went out of the mountain gate and returned to their hometown to take revenge......

Oh, and I fought with the monk, was * into the place of death, but inadvertently found a ghost cultivation method in the pile of white bones, I couldn't help but be attracted by its power, in a desperate situation, I couldn't help but secretly cultivate until the surrounding black fog dissipated, and the oppression shrouded in my body was also light, an old man in a black robe, sitting on a big rock, although it was still more than ten meters apart, but its figure completely occupied his eyes, deep in his heart, and washed away those memories of Fang Cai.

The black-robed old man sat there so casually, but the light around him seemed to be distorted, and as far as Lu Yeqing's eyes could see, he saw the countless figures of the old man, overlapping and overlapping, virtual and real, as if this old man was the supreme master here. The cold breath made the white bones of the master and senior brother in his hands glow with a faint white light, Lu Yeqing was excited, took a step forward, bowed his head and hugged his fists, "Junior, Lu Yeqing, meet the senior." ”

The old man didn't make any fuss, and said lightly, "Sit down." Wen gives you an hour to gather your mind and recover your strength. After an hour, attack the prohibition behind me, and if it can be broken within a stick of incense, I will accept you as a disciple. ”

Lu Yeqing, without saying a word, retreated to the side with his fists clenched, found a flat place, closed his eyes and meditated.

Lu Yeqing, betrayed the master, sank into the ghost path, and threw himself into the true spirit old ghost monk on Rakshasa Peak. This incident is like a signal flare, blinding everyone.

All the monks who did not enter the Six Peaks stood in one place according to their sects.

Those elders used their stern eyes to secretly glance at the disciples who thought they were usually lacking in character and had a bad heart. The magic weapon in his hand, the brilliance flashed, and it seemed that he could punish the unscrupulous and the evil people at any time.

Those disciples, on the other hand, knew the seriousness of the situation, and stood there in an orderly manner, but they all held their heads high and their chests high, as if they were silently expressing their innocence and loyalty to their teachers with their body language.

Among the six peaks of Lushan Mountain, which is in the shape of six mangs, on a small hill near the Prison Demon Peak, stands a group of monks, men and women, a total of less than twenty people, all dressed in purple-edged white clothes, with a lilac flying sword embroidered on their chests. The leader is a husband and wife, the male looks like he is in his early forties, with a hooked nose and a white face, and his cultivation is about the first floor of a real person, and the female is in her thirties, and her cultivation is up and down the eighth layer of mortal dust.

Ever since the five demons of Gannan opened a ban and entered the Prison Demon Peak, there has been no movement. The man looked up at the Imprisoned Demon Peak with his hands behind his back, motionless, not knowing what he was looking at, maybe not looking at anything, just standing there like a statue.

Because of its proximity, the ink clouds of the Imprisoned Demon Peak dancing in the wind were like stormy waves, hitting from time to time. The man, like a sharp sword firmly stuck in the rock, did not move, and the black cloud reached half a meter outside his body, and it was difficult to deceive him by nearly half an inch.

Suddenly, the man who was engrossed, his ears trembled slightly, and his whole body also emitted a monstrous momentum, a faint purple qi, tearing a big hole in the ink cloud in front of him.

The woman standing on the side, seeing this, was about to step forward, but saw the sword qi emanating from the man's body, and it was as restrained as before. The time is short, if it weren't for the fact that the woman happened to be standing on the side, and she was extremely familiar with this Ziyang sword technique, I am afraid that it would be difficult to detect.

"Senior brother, what's going on?"

The man slowly turned around and shook his head slightly.

The woman's heart was inexplicably relieved, "This place is too close to the Demon Peak, although you and I are not afraid, but some of the disciples below are still shallow in cultivation, but I am afraid that after a long time, it will be difficult to resist this boundless demonic energy." I'll have to find another place to stay. ”

The man sighed, "Besides, where else can I find a place to stay?" and snorted coldly at the disciples below who gritted their teeth, "On weekdays, the teacher asks you to practice diligently, and you all serve the yang and the yin. My sister and I have already taken advantage of the flow of spiritual energy on this mountain to set up a Yin Gui Gathering Spirit Array. If you still can't stand it, you don't need to report it, just go back and receive the punishment, don't cower and lose the face of my Ziyang Gate!"

It turned out that this man's name was Yue Feiyang, who was the current sect master of Ziyang Gate in Yandang Mountain in the southeast, and the woman was his wife, named Li Mingshan. Ziyang Gate, originally a famous sect in the southeast, its founding ancestor Ziyang Zhenren, a Ziyang sword, righteous and heroic, subduing demons and eliminating demons, famous all over the world. It's a pity that over the years, the sect master of Ziyangmen has secretly participated in anti-yuan activities, and together with the previous sect master, he has broken many seniors. By now, it has been reduced to the end. In the entire sect, there is only Yue Feiyang who cultivates as a real person.

Previously, the Lushan Great Array opened, and Yue Feiyang and Li Mingshan led the people from the door, and they also poured in with the monks from all over the world. Who would have thought that the six peaks each have their own belongings, and they can't wait for leisure. In the large array, in addition to the six peaks, there is a large open space in the middle, and beyond the open space, there is a vast sea of clouds, and there are occasionally some mountain bags of different sizes in the sea of clouds.

At first, everyone was in the middle of the open space, and later, they each temporarily competed for their territory. Yue Feiyang knew that his own door was weak, so he took the initiative to go out. Who knows, there are too many monks and too few places to stay, so they are squeezed close to the Prison Demon Peak.

This Yin Gang Peak, Prison Demon Peak, and Rakshasa Peak are not as good as Lotus Law Peak, Qingjing Peak, and Haoran Peak, no one wants to take the initiative to approach, after all, at least everyone is famous and decent on the bright side. It's another thing to send a master to test and break the ban, but it's best to be stationed far away with a disciple with uneven cultivation.

At this moment, Yue Feiyang snorted coldly, and the disciples below knew that after he was stunned for a while at the Imprisoned Demon Peak, he was still in annoyance, and none of them dared to speak, so they had to desperately use the exercises, relying on the spiritual energy of the Yin Gathering Spirit Array to replenish and resist the endless black Demon Gang.

One or two of them stood there, their bodies swaying straight, their eyes slightly bulging, obviously not only unable to stop the black wind blowing from the Prison Demon Peak, but also being tortured by the trace of demonic qi that was constantly invading their bodies, and they were struggling to support themselves.

Li Mingshan was a woman, seeing it in her eyes, she couldn't bear it in her heart, and said anxiously to Yue Feiyang, "Senior brother, you see that Han Shuang and Qian Liang are almost unable to bear it, the demonic qi has already begun to invade the body, and if you don't let them leave, it will be too late." ”

Qian Liang, who was a little longer, trembled and shouted indistinctly, "Master, I can still bear it." I use the Purple Sun Divine Skill to protect my heart and divine sense, and the demonic qi can't help me and Senior Brother Han. ”

The senior brother Han in his mouth, that is, the Han Shuang that Li Mingshan said, was speechless. The demonic qi slowly seeped in, although he was able to use his spiritual power to expel it like his senior brothers. But his cultivation is low, and he has just expelled one point of demonic qi from his body with all his might, and two points have come in from the outside. At this moment, Han Shuang only felt that his whole body was swollen and painful, and his consciousness began to be a little blurred, and the eyes of the master and the master who cared for him in the past also became blurred.

Suddenly, Han Shuang only heard a scream from Senior Sister Hao next to him, and then everyone in the past exclaimed.

"Senior Brother Han, what's wrong with you, you have to hold on!" Qian Liang shouted, clutching his left hand tightly and squeezing himself so hard that he grinned.

"Han Shuang!" This is the voice of Li Mingshan, the teacher.

Han Shuang shook his head suddenly, came to his senses, and smiled at the sad face, "Master, I'm fine." Standing in the wind, he straightened his chest, and he didn't feel the wind like a knife at all.

"The Purple Yang Sect actually has a demon cultivator, Sect Master Yue, do you want to help you clean up the portal?" An annoying voice sounded, and then a figure flew towards where Han Shuang was.

Han Shuang looked up and saw that the person who came with long eyebrows and wide mouth, dressed in a purple gold Dao robe, and holding a red sword, it was the True Dao Sect Master who had previously retreated his master, so that the people of the Ziyang Sect had to come to the hill closest to the Imprisoned Demon Peak to resist the black wind, Ke Wudaunting!

"What a gut! little devil, he dared to assassinate the old man!" Na Ke was fearless and not angry, but happy, the red sword in his hand, raised a dark red sword light, and swung towards Han Shuang.

Everyone in Ziyang Gate screamed in unison, but they saw that the iron sword in Han's hands melted inch by inch.

"Sect Master Ke, the matter of Ziyang Gate is not the turn of outsiders to take care of it!" I saw Yue Feiyang, who flew up quickly, and there was an extra purple sword in his hand, which steadily blocked Ke Wuxing's red sword, and then, with a flip of his left hand, he pressed it on Han Shuang's chest, knocking it away far away.

Rao is so, and he is half a beat late. I saw Han Shuang's two sword eyebrows burned to ashes, his white and tender face was covered with blood blisters, and while moaning in pain, he couldn't help but fly towards the direction of the Imprisoned Demon Peak.

"Senior Brother Han (Han Shuang)!"

Han Shuang opened his eyes again, only to see that the wind around him was getting colder and colder, the clouds were getting darker and darker, Senior Niang, Senior Brother Qian and others were getting farther and farther away from him, and the figure of Master Yue Feiyang was also looming, and in the end, only a face with a complicated expression remained.

"Master, master!" Han Shuang muttered to himself, suddenly feeling a cramping pain in his chest, and his eyes completely darkened.

In the distance, Li Mingshan looked at Han Shuang, while throwing this blood, she stared at herself, and later, like a kite with a broken string, it became smaller and smaller, farther and farther away, and finally disappeared into the boundless darkness.

It seemed to be close at hand, but in fact, it was far away on the lotus peak in the sky, and there was a soft sigh, followed by a low Buddha name. It seems to be a momentary enlightenment, and it seems to be a belated transcendence.

Li Mingshan and others burst into tears.

The Imprisoned Demon Peak is still silent, as if silence and darkness are the best answer.

As the so-called vast sea of clouds is hidden, Shanshan Shiniang is on the water side.

The Prison Demon Peak reveals its true feelings, and there is no light in the boundless wind and moon.