After all, Zhang Deshou had just shown his departure, and the two had just met. There's no need to invite each other or ask each other where they're going, even if the two feel that they are looking at each other very well, in the end it's just a meeting in the water.

Seeing Leng Xiaohan leave, Zhang Deshou got up and flew north. Shaking his head and shaking his head from time to time, it looks a little funny.

After carefully searching on the Xinan Cliff, Leng Xiaohan couldn't find the entrance to the ruins, or where the ruins were, so he had no choice but to carry the sword intent.

As soon as the sword intent was transported, Leng Xiaohan's body seemed to be no longer his own, and the sword domain and sword spirit couldn't help but move.

It was like triggering some kind of switch, and it was like establishing a connection with a portal in the void. Xinan Cliff shook, and Leng Xiaohan's figure disappeared on Xinan Cliff.

When I opened my eyes again, Leng Xiaohan was in front of a mountain range. There are roughly more than a hundred peaks throughout the mountain range, and palaces are built on each peak.

It's just that these palaces are very dilapidated, although they have not collapsed or are incomplete, but they are extremely old. Not to mention the appearance, even the walls have become potholed and uneven, and it is clear that this state of inhabitation has lasted for a long time.

Walking to the peak closest to him, no matter what method Leng Xiaohan used, he couldn't enter the palace. Transporting the sword spirit to the limit, Leng Xiaohan found a little side.

Although the hundreds of palaces are dilapidated, there is still some faint sword intent above the palace, or there is an existence that was once stronger than the sword intent. Leng Xiaohan alone can only trigger the sword intent on a palace.

"It's... It takes more than a hundred monks who have comprehended the sword intent to enter before this ruin can be completely opened? I..." looked around, and Leng Xiaohan sat on the ground helplessly.

There was no way out at all, that is, there were only two ways for the monks to come in. Either wait until the other monks enter and open the ruins together, or you will have to be trapped here.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and Leng Xiaohan walked around these peaks. In the end, Leng Xiaohan chose the highest mountain, which seemed to be the main peak, and sat down. Thinking of the scene he saw in the Haoran Heavenly Thunder, Leng Xiaohan's eyes froze.

"It looks like it's time to continue to avenge Zongcun, they under the Nine Springs... It must be lonely, lonely, right?"

His eyes blocked his scarlet eyes, and Leng Xiaohan practiced the Buddha's Asking Corpse Bone Skill. Cultivating like this is the slowest way to improve your strength for Leng Xiaohan. But there is no way, there is neither thunder and lightning nor demon beasts in this space.

'It's a pity that the Heavenly Punishment is in charge, and it can only be opened by a little bit! When the system is ready, go to rub other people's catastrophe?'

As soon as this thought arose, he was hurriedly suppressed by Leng Xiaohan: "Let's cultivate the Buddha Asking the Corpse Bone Skill first! At least cultivate the body shape first."

It's just that this ruin is a little troublesome~ There are still 99 monks who comprehend the sword intent, and I don't know if the Year of the Monkey can be gathered. ’

Leng Xiaohan didn't know that the outside world was already frying at this time. When Leng Xiaohan walked around the hundred peaks, a strong sword intent appeared on the Xinan Cliff. The sword intent slowly condensed into a blooming lotus flower, enveloping the entire water-blocking mountain range.

The sword qi rushed into the sky, as if poking a hole in the sky.

In addition to the nearby monks and demon beasts, the first thing to feel was the Jiangzhou Demon Slayer Sword Sect. Feeling that thick, sharp, and arrogant sword aura, the entire Demon Slayer Sword Sect was stunned.

Then it exploded, and the Northern Tang Dynasty was no exception. Looking blankly at the northeast, I don't know what happened there: 'This sword qi, even if everyone in our Demon Slayer Sword Sect works together, it may not be comparable, right?'

"Let's go!" Lin Aoshuang appeared beside Bei Tang Wan, didn't give Bei Tang Wan a chance to speak, and flew to the northeast with Bei Tang Wan.

"Slightly pout... Master..."As soon as Bei Tang Wan opened her mouth, the wind poured into Bei Tang Wan's mouth. Hurriedly wrapped herself in Zhenyuan, and Bei Tang Wan could speak: "Master, what are we?"

Glancing down at Bei Tang Wu, Lin Aoshuang shrouded Bei Tang Wan with an immortal yuan: "You clever ghost can't guess it, we naturally go to the source of that sword qi and grab the benefits!"

Seeing such a weak and helpless expression on Bei Tang Wan's face for the first time, Lin Aoshuang's originally tense mood couldn't help but relax a lot.

"But... Now that the sect is in a mess, doesn't the master care?"

A flying sword appeared at his feet, Lin Aoshuang put the Northern Tang Martial Artist on the flying sword, and patted the Northern Tang Martial Ance's head: "When the sect master is busy, the master helps take care of the sect, which is already a great delay in cultivation."

At this time, the opportunity has appeared, and I am not stupid!

The master is just the third elder of the Demon Slayer Sword Sect, and there are also the second elder, the great elder, and the sect master above! This time..."

"This opportunity is not an ordinary chance, especially for our sword cultivators. Lin Aoshuang's eyes became confused as she looked at the northeast, and she became firm in a blink of an eye.

Looking at Lin Aoshuang strangely, Bei Tang Wan was a little suspicious that this was his master: 'With Master's cold and arrogant temperament, he would still show such an excited expression?'

"Master knows the origin of this opportunity?" The Northern Tang Dynasty gradually recovered from the earth-shattering sword aura.

With a blank eye, Lin Aoshuang first nodded, and then hurriedly shook his head: "I don't know a lot!"

"Then Master, tell me what is going on with this sky-high sword qi. Even our Demon Slayer Sword Sect, the whole sect condenses sword qi, and it may not be able to compare to this sword qi, right?" Shaking Lin Aoshuang's right arm, Bei Tang Wu made a small squeamish.

After staring at Bei Tang Wan for a while, Lin Aoshuang nodded after organizing the language: "That should be the fifteenth Immortal Sect on the Immortal Sect Continent before, and it is also the first of the three major sword sects in the Immortal Sect Continent: the Lianhua Sword Sect." ”

Scratching her head, Bei Tang Wan looked at Lin Aoshuang with some suspicion. Because of what Lin Aoshuang said, the Northern Tang Dynasty couldn't understand it.

Without waiting for the Northern Tang Sect to ask, Lin Aoshuang smiled and touched the Northern Tang Sect's head: "That was hundreds of thousands of years ago! Of course, at that time, it was not called Ghost State, but Golden State!"

With a frown, the incomprehension in Bei Tang's eyes became even more, but at the same time, she also understood something: "Hasn't Ghost State always been called Ghost State?"

"Hehe~" smiled lightly, but Lin Aoshuang's laughter was full of disdain and contempt.

"This matter has to start from I don't know how many hundreds of thousands of years ago, at least 300,000 years ago! At that time, although there were fifteen immortal sects in the Immortal Sect Continent, it was still the demon beasts that dominated the Immortal Sect Continent!

At that time, demon beasts could enter the city, and humans and demons were equal. But with the growth of the human race, people gradually did not want to be with the monsters.

So the fifteen immortal sects made a decision to drive the demon beasts out of the immortal sect continent, and at the worst they had to rush to sparsely populated places.

In short, it is one goal, to master and dominate the Immortal Sect Continent!" Speaking of this, Lin Aoshuang frowned, feeling disgusted by the greed of those people.