It was a clear night sky with sparse moons and stars, but it rained unreasonably, and the mountain road was slippery and cold.

Below 100 meters at the foot of the Hollow Mountain, the miasma is everywhere, like a mist entangled, and above the halfway up the mountain, there are white clouds, like a fairyland.

The mountains are high and upward, in addition to giving birth to landscapes of different heights, but also giving birth to all kinds of creatures, insects and beasts, and even rare medicinal herbs of high value.

The farmer, who made a living by collecting medicine, got up from the bed with sleepy eyes and a top-heavy head, and tucked his daughter's quilt. It was easy to pack up all the guys for cliff climbing, and when I opened the door, I was stopped back by the first rain. I could only scold the thief, and I had no choice but to sleep again.

The little Jiao'e in the quilt endured a cough and pretended to be asleep with her eyes closed; she felt the back of Daddy shaking under the oil lamp and opening the door, and her little face was full of grievances, as if she was going to part with life and death;

Hearing Daddy turn back, he put down the guy who was climbing the cliff and went back to the broken bed next to him to lie down. She happily thought to herself that this kind of cold rain would last for another hundred years.

As everyone knows, Daddy doesn't go to collect medicine, and the father and daughter will be hungry in the upcoming midwinter snow season.

An autumn rain and a cold.

The temple of Shanjun, the part on the ground, is quiet, and there are no ghosts. The wind and rain enter the temple, and tonight I am afraid that there will be no more unjust souls passing by.

The part under the ground is full of voices.

"Hmph, so it's a mystery!"

Undead Fruit Xiaolin, Zhang Fei's former subordinate, used to be a fierce young man, and his ideal was to be a feudal official of Yelang Country with 100,000 soldiers.

So in his eyes, what's so great about the monk on the mountain, isn't it also a head on two shoulders? Could it be that he can be shot in the head and pierced into the little chrysanthemum?

He was about the same age as Mu Yun, and he looked down on Mu Yun for falsely reporting the identity of the Heavenly Master Mansion of Dragon and Tiger Mountain.

Yes, no, no, the men in the army, the truth is the simplest, and it can be used all over the world.

Not only Guo Xiaolin, but among the eight hundred undead, can there be one who will pin the hope of being reborn as a human in the hands of a stinky kid?

"I advise you all to stand firm!"

Mu Yun smiled evilly, he turned a blind eye to those suspicious eyes, and easily opened the Flying Sword.

The flying sword was automatically suspended in mid-air, and Liu Haoran couldn't help but open his eyes wide, only to see that the sword body was engraved with countless complicated and simple patterns.

It is said that those patterns were carved by the holy hands of the Mo family himself, and they were actually more than 100 miniature versions of the shrinking magic circle. Once the magic circle is opened, it will travel thousands of miles in an instant, crossing continents and seas, and it is one of the fastest things in the world, so flying sword transmission is one of the most expensive expenses for people on the mountain.

Mu Yun's message flying sword is Danxia Peak's private property, of course, it was given to him by Shi Niang when he went down the mountain.

Master's reply was concise: "Take it!"

Mu Yun rubbed his hands, with Master's two sword qi, there were many things that he couldn't do in the past, so he had to try it.

Hovering in the void, the small and agile sword body trembled violently, as if there was some uncontrollable danger that was about to break the seal.

As a martial artist, Xu Xiake has a natural perception of danger. With his strong physique as a martial artist of the Five Realms, his skin was muddy, and countless fine cracks began to appear invisible to the naked eye, and red blood leaked out.

Luo Cheng's sword qi has not yet been unsealed, and the sword intent is already as thick as water!

"Really?"

Xu Xiake didn't dare to be careless, he subconsciously put out a fist fight, and the strong fist intent flowed all over his body, still unable to stop the damage of the unknown force.

Liu Haoran, in a hurry, pinched the trick, and there was also a faint halo to protect his body.

He is no better than Xu Xiake, because his cultivation is low, and at this moment, he only feels a fierce sword qi filling his mind, and a single thought can make him annihilated.

He stared at Mu Yun with incredible eyes, and there was a bold conjecture in his mind, which made him dumbfounded: "Could it be Brother Mu, is it true?"

The ghost general Zhang Fei, the moment Mu Yun let go of the Messenger Flying Sword, he did not hesitate and quickly ordered: "Form a formation!"

As soon as the military order came out, the eight hundred undead set up a battle formation at the fastest speed, making Zhang Fei's small space linger with a strong battlefield killing intent.

Although they had all the disdain for Mu Yun, a mountain monk who looked weak, the moment they heard the military order, there was only one thought in their minds, obey the military order!

Mu Yun looked at the nervous crowd in the blink of an eye, the smile on the corner of his mouth became even stronger, he closed his eyes and pinched the trick, and slowly wiped it on the messenger flying sword with two fingers.

Like a silver bottle bursting through the slurry, where his fingers wiped, there was a dazzling white light, bursting out until it filled the entire small world.

That's a sword aura!

It is comparable to the sword qi of the Yuanying Monk's full blow!

"Boom!"

That sword qi, when it first came, seemed to be holding the pipa and half covering its face, but after it completely appeared in the world, it was a sword qi that stretched for 100,000 miles!

The speed of the sword qi was extremely fast, and the moment it came into contact with the small heaven and earth canopy, the latter was like a piece of paper, which was instantly pierced and torn.

After the sword qi, it was like a flood passing through, and the small heaven and earth hair did not exist.

The sword qi directly shattered Zhang Fei's small world with the momentum of destroying and decaying, and along the way of the sword qi, everything turned into nothingness.

If you look down from the starry sky, after the sword hole opens the sky, it is like a Pegasus meteor, slashing towards the vast sky, leaving a huge sword shadow more than a thousand zhang wide!

The water of the Yellow River came up from the sky, and the sword qi of the world asked the sky!

Everyone was dumbfounded, even Xu Xiake had to admit that Sword Cultivation was definitely the most chic monk in the world.

After a few moments, everything was calm.

"What a strong sword qi!"

"Brother Mu, it's really the descendant of Danxia Peak of Dragon and Tiger Mountain!"

Liu Haoran couldn't help but swallow his saliva, the sword qi that Mu Yun sacrificed just now was beyond his understanding of the three words "mountain man", it was a sword that the heavenly immortals had the ability to hand out.

He was casually washed by that sword qi and washed the points in his body, and the vain foundation of the Second Realm was actually consolidated a lot, which was an unexpected joy.

Liu Haoran wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at Mu Yun's eyes, and gradually began to heat up.

As a martial artist who was a mortal enemy of sword cultivation, Xu Xiake was covered in blood at this time, like a monster crawling out of the Shura field.

He closed his eyes and felt the sword, his fist intent and the sword qi of that sword sharpened each other. Even though he is at an absolute disadvantage, his fist intent has become more and more pure and strong, which has also benefited a lot.

Xu Xiake clasped his fists at Mu Yunyao and said with a smile: "Brother Mu, the real person doesn't show up, you are really the disciple of Luo Jianxian in Longhu Mountain." Please tell Master Ling, Xu Xiake, a martial artist in the Five Realms, who will one day reach the top of Wufu Mountain, and must go to the predecessor Danxia Peak as a guest. ”

Mu Yun said with a smile: "Brother Xu, then I wish you to reach the top of the mountain as soon as possible." ”

He turned his head to look at Zhang Fei and asked with a smile, "How is this sword?"

The temple of an orthodox mountain monarch no longer exists!

It took Zhang Fei a while to wake up from his trance, with him as the center, the ground under his feet was shattered.

As before, he tried to invoke the abundant aura of a landscape, but the heavens and the earth were silent and there was no response. The aura that had once been given to him in his jurisdiction, and the connection between him and him, no longer existed.

Zhang Fei was surprised: "This is a sword handed over by Luo Cheng Sword Immortal himself?"

Mu Yun smiled and said, "If my master personally handed over a sword, you don't have to expect reincarnation, because you don't even have to do it." ”

"However, fortunately, it was me who made the shot, Mu Dajian Immortal. ”

"I borrowed a sword qi from my master to move some hands and feet on you, let's take a look, is it different from before?"

Before everyone looked at themselves, Mu Yun added: "The ugly words are in the front, the size and length, I can't change it." ”

Everyone laughed, but Liu Haoran looked puzzled, what size and length?

The body of the eight hundred undead, after being cut out by that sword, there was a black smoke-like thing that was peeled out, Mu Yun said that it was resentment, and the demonic energy that was forcibly bound by the rat spirit of the Trap Mountain, it was these things, like invisible threads, that prevented them from re-entering reincarnation.

Zhang Fei felt the most obviously, not only did the small world collapse, and there was no possibility of cohesion, but as a century-old mountain monarch, the connection between him and the mountains and rivers within a radius of 100 miles under his jurisdiction was also completely severed.

At the same time, a formation buried deep underground, the insidious formation used to secretly send the luck of the Mountain Monarch Temple, as well as the flesh and blood essence of the mutilated creatures, to the Trapping Mountain was shattered in an instant.

At this point, what Mu Yun promised him seemed to be half completed.

Zhang Fei: "Your Excellency's great kindness ......"

"Slow"

Mu Yun said: "Dragon Tiger Mountain can help you cut off the old cause and effect, it doesn't mean that you don't care about the mistakes you have committed. Zhang Fei, you are guilty!"

As his words fell, eight hundred undead reunited the formation and surrounded him in the middle, but Zhang Fei stopped him.

Zhang Fei said: "As a god, I am in cahoots with that rat spirit and mutilated countless living beings. As long as Your Excellency helps my 800 brothers return to reincarnation, Zhang Fei is willing to die to apologize. ”

"That's it, I'm not the judge of the Yama Palace, and besides, you are already a ghost general, how can there be anything that can't die. ”

Mu Yun's eyes rolled, and he said with a smile: "You can avoid the death penalty, but the living sin cannot be escaped." Take the hundred-year period as an appointment, be under my control, and ask for the life of the people. In a hundred years, I will personally send you into samsara. ”

"How?"

Eight hundred undead, naturally there was nothing to say, Zhang Fei wanted to speak and stopped, as if he had a question to ask.

Mu Yun understood what he was thinking with his Nine Shadow Pupils, and said with a straight face: "A hundred years later, if I fall first, Danxia Peak, my master, sister, brother, and sister, will send you into reincarnation for me." ”

After speaking, Mu Yun kept drawing talismans in the void, and actually engraved a great road contract with his own essence and blood, the core content of which is to help the heroic spirit re-enter reincarnation and have the opportunity to reincarnate as a human.

Since the contract was written, the heroic spirits had nothing to say, and they served him as their lord together.

The ghost general Zhang Fei and eight hundred heroic spirits formed a battle formation, which was equivalent to a sword cultivator of the Seven Realms with superior strength!

Mu Yunxi smiled, and it didn't take much effort to get such help.

Afterwards, Senior Sister Luo Luo once asked him, Little Senior Brother, how dare you swear by the Great Dao Contract, what is the accident in case of reincarnation?

Why don't you dare?

After cutting off those past life causes and effects with a sword, they could have re-entered reincarnation at any time, where do I need to draw snakes to add to them.

The smile on Luo Luo's face froze instantly, and he thought that you had a conscience and wanted to do good deeds.

I didn't expect that you would even lie to ghosts, and it would be a hundred years to deceive!