Han Lin clenched his fists tightly, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and a thousand thoughts surged through his mind. He naturally heard the unconcealable killing intent in Qing Song's tone, the cold killing intent, like the cold wind in the cold winter wax moon, biting!

The Mountain Moving Sect and the Lingyue Sect are feuds, and this feud has been coming from for a long time. Since the name of the Mountain Moving Sect was changed, its wolf ambition has been revealed.

Moving mountains, moving mountains, moving is Lingyue Peak, a mountain full of spiritual energy, and what is going to be moved is Lingyue Sect.

Han Lin has been in the Lingyue Sect for a long time, and naturally he has heard many legends of the Lingyue Sect, and among them, the most famous is that on this Lingyue Peak, it is said that there is a spiritual spring water, which is endless. This spiritual spring water is like a spiritual stone, rich in spiritual energy, and when you drink it, you can have the effect of a spiritual stone, help the monk practice, and even have the ability to heal injuries and heal divine consciousness.

Extremely magical and precious.

It is said that the ancestor of the Moving Mountain Sect cultivated as a monstrous one, the peak of the Yuan Baby, and the cultivation of the half-step Heavenly Wheel. With his own strength, he overwhelmed the entire Jiang Guo cultivation realm. But at that time, he was seriously injured, and it is said that even his soul was severely damaged, so he couldn't sleep and lay down in the Moving Mountain Sect.

It's been thousands of years.

It is precisely because of this that the Mountain Moving Sect has coveted the spiritual spring on Lingyue Peak for a long time, and has robbed it openly and secretly several times, but it has not finally torn its face.

Because of the Lingyue Sect, after all, there are still Yuanying powers, Jindan Zhenren, and countless disciples. If you really want to fight, you can only lose both.

Coupled with some things that happened hundreds of years ago, the four major sects made peace on the surface. Therefore, the two sides are only fighting in secret, and there is still a lot of harmony on the surface.

After Qing Song finished speaking, he was silent, and the spiritual power output in his hand rose sharply, and suddenly, the speed of the wooden boat was a little faster.

About half an hour passed, and the speed of the wooden boat slowly slowed down, and Han Lin looked carefully, only to find that he was in the middle of a plain at this moment. There are endless grasslands, but there is hardly any human population in sight.

Han Lin frowned slightly, and there was a faint sense of foreboding in his heart, as if something extremely dangerous would happen on this trip to the Immortal Secret Realm.

"It's here. ”

Suddenly, Qingsong's voice sounded in everyone's ears. Then, the bumpy wooden boat stopped swaying and landed steadily on the grassland.

Rumble!

The strong wind pressure surged in all directions, pressing the grass on the entire grassland to sway like a dance.

Han Lin jumped off the wooden boat with everyone and looked around for a moment, but the feeling of uneasiness in his heart became more and more serious.

Not to mention the people in this area, there is not even the chirping of birds and insects, and the surroundings are terrifyingly quiet. It was obviously a green grassland that should be full of life, but Han Lin felt that there was no life at all here, but it gave people a lifeless feeling.

It's as if this grassland, full of life, is fake, in order to hide the dead air here......

Qing Song also seemed to sense that something was wrong, and with a wave of his sleeve, he withdrew the wooden boat into his sleeve. Looking around thoughtfully, a hint of thought flashed in his old eyes, and he immediately pinched his fingers.

But after three calculations in a row, Qingsong didn't figure out anything wrong, but felt more and more that what was hidden here was a great opportunity.

The more he calculated, the more fruitless he was, he only felt that it was auspicious, so Qingsong didn't think much about it.

With a flick of his fingers, futons rose from the ground, a total of nine, and appeared in front of everyone.

They were the first to arrive here, so they had to wait for a while, wait for the people of the four sects to gather, and then the four primordial babies would all come together to open the door of this secret realm.

Because of the birth of this immortal's finger bone, this radius of 200 miles has been turned into a secret realm, which others cannot enter, and can only blast it open with great mana.

Han Lin silently sat cross-legged on top of the Pu Tuan, closing his eyes and practicing. Since everyone is at the end of the day at this moment, it is better to wait for a while.

About a quarter of an hour passed, and only the sound of breaking wind could be heard in the sky, and the sound was clear, like a sharp weapon cutting through the cloth.

Han Lin looked at it in response, and a white light quickly escaped from the sky. In the white light, there was an endless coercion of sword intent, and when Han Lin looked at it, he only felt that his eyes were tingling, and it seemed that blood was flowing out of his eyes, so he had to lower his head and not look at it again.

"Brother Lingjianzi, take away your sword intent, why bother the junior so much. ”

Qing Song pointed out, and the spiritual power in his body instantly turned into a big hand, and the big hand tore into the sky, as if it was about to tear the sky, and suddenly collided with the monstrous sword intent.

Snort!

As if the ice and snow melted, the spiritual power and sword intent disappeared at the same time, and that white light also fell from the sky.

Only then did Han Lin see clearly that this white light was actually a giant sword, the tip of the sword was sharp, revealing a cold glow, which made people shudder, only to feel that his heart was cold, and the skin of his whole body seemed to be pricked by needles.

And above this giant sword, stood nine men dressed in white with long swords behind them. Although their faces were different, the expressions on their faces were surprisingly consistent.

His face was full of anger, his hands should have been stained with countless blood, and his eyes were even more cold, especially when he looked at Han Lin and the other Lingyue disciples, it was as if he was looking at a dead person, without a trace of fluctuation.

If Han Lin expected it to be true, this should be a disciple of the Sword Sect.

Sure enough, I saw that among the nine people, the leading old man walked towards Qingsong, and with a wave of his right hand at will, the giant sword pulled a few sword flowers in the air, slowly became smaller, and returned to his hand.

With a bang, the giant sword was sheathed.

He laughed and walked towards the green pine.

Ling Jianzi is a person with white hair, a ruddy complexion, and a white dress, he can really be described as a fairy among the gods.

"Cultivation has increased, Qingsong. ”

Ling Jianzi grabbed Qing Song's shoulder and patted it quite heroically, destroying the solemn atmosphere in an instant.

Obviously, all the disciples of the Sword Sect are murderous, as if they are killing people without blinking, but the head of this Sword Sect is approachable, and he has not even shown a trace of edge, just like an ordinary old man.

Only the occasional flash of sword intent in his eyes could make people see that he was unusual.

"Brother Dao's words are serious, in my opinion, Brother Dao's sword intent can even be hidden in the slightest, and he must have already understood the way of combining rigidity and softness, I am afraid that it will not be five hundred years before he will turn into a Tao. ”

Ling Jianzi laughed, and the hearty laughter shook the sky,

"Qingsong, you're lifting me up. With my cultivation, wanting to transform into a Dao is just wishful thinking. Jiang Guo has not produced the power of a heavenly wheel realm for thousands of years, how can he get the old man. ”

It seems that what Qing Song said is quite his appetite, although he is modest on the surface, he still can't hide the smug look on his face.

Speaking of which, the head of the four major sects of Jiang Guo counts his cultivation as the highest, reaching the peak of the middle of the Yuan Infant, and Qing Song is the weakest among them, only in the early stage of the Yuan Infant.

Whew!

There was another whistling sound in the sky, and everyone looked up and found a huge bird. Between the fluttering wings of the bird, the clouds surged, obscuring the sky and the sun, and the shadows covered the people.

This bird just flapped its wings and flew for dozens of miles, and its speed was particularly visible.

"The Iron Smelting Sect's Guardian Divine Beast Yue Ming Bird. ”

Ling Jianzi said, his eyes showed a look of remembrance, when the four sects were chaotic and each was fighting, this Yue Ming Bird left a great impression on him.

Just a flap of wings, the storm that set off destroyed half of the Sword Sect, it is not terrifying......