Jianxuan Mountain, Red Star Peak.

The first Mei Yiren stood in the wind, thirteen days, on the thirteenth day of being besieged by the Xuanxuan Valley and the Hidden Killing Alliance, the Sword Xuanshan Mountain Mountain Protection Array was still about to open.

Not to be breached, but to have to open.

"Mei Yiren, you have to think about it carefully. Once the mountain protection array is opened today, the demon Dao disciples who poured in will not be able to drive out. This place will become a mess, and you will be held accountable, take your first seat, be relegated to the sword shrine, and be grounded forever!"

Next to Mei Yiren, an old man warned in a deep voice.

Mei Yiren was the first to hold the head order, his knuckles were white, and his smile was bleak: "Old Gu, the Demon Dao has the lives of ninety-eight disciples in his hands, don't I care?!"

"Wake up, the sect is important, or are those disciples important?!"

Beside the two, the rest of the monks were silent.

They knew that what Mei Yiren said was right, as far as the righteous path was concerned, the disciple's life was in the hands of the Demon Gate, and they couldn't ignore it! They couldn't be cold-blooded and ruthless!

But if the big array is opened, Jian Xuanshan will be devastated. This is a repeat of the tragedy of 60 years ago.

Mei Yiren raised the token and shook it in front of Gu Lao's eyes, his eyes gradually sharpening: "You know...... After Mu Santong left, why did he let me temporarily take the helm? Gu Feipao, do you know ????"

Gu Lao was silent.

Mei Yiren gritted his teeth and said: "That's because Mu Santong believes that when the sect has reached the time to make a decision, my choice will be the same as his! If he is here, he will also choose to open the Sword Xuanshan Great Array in exchange for the lives of those disciples!"

Gu Lao shook his head, sighed, shook his head again, sighed again, he pointed at Mei Yiren, put down his raised hand several times, and raised it again, his heart was entangled, his heart was depressed, and his whole body was shocked, and the wine jar in his other hand was fried into powder.

"Mei Yiren, Jian Xuanshan doesn't owe that group of disciples, you don't owe them either!" Gu Lao roared.

Mei Yiren ordered in a cold voice: "Come on, go to the front of the big formation, and prepare to pick them in." ”

"No!"

Several foundation building monks went to the edge of the big array, and Mei Yiren suddenly seemed to be dozens of years old, and his eyes were tired: "Gu Lao...... You like Uncle Fuliu so much, Fuliu died to save me and others, you can't figure out why, right?"

Gu Lao was full of alcohol, and his eyes were closed: "Yes, I don't understand, and I can't figure it out." Fuliu, for the sake of you hairy boys, she is willing to go to Black Wind Mountain alone to exchange your lives. I do not know your way. But that's not the same as it is today......"

"The same ...... The mountain protection array, in fact, can't hold it for long. It is one person who can save one. Jian Xuanshan doesn't owe them, and they don't owe Jian Xuanshan, but this is the right way, the stupid right path that you obviously have a choice but can't choose. You're not on the right path, you won't understand......"

At the top of the mountain, behind Mei Yiren, a seven-colored rainbow appeared.

The true qi surged out, and the glow filled the sky, spanning the sky.

The mountain protection array disappeared like water waves.

Outside the big array, nearly a hundred disciples suddenly found that the sect's big array was opened, and I don't know who it was, so they cried first.

"Quickly close the big array! The Xuanxuan Valley and the Hidden Killing Alliance have poured out, and the water surrounding this place has been blocked, and they can't be allowed to enter!!"

The large array of water waves began to disappear from the edges, then shrank to the top of the head, and then turned into a streak of water, evaporating and disappearing.

Under the sunlight, the people in the Demon Dao who had been waiting around for a long time poured in from all directions of Jianxuan Mountain, and the group of rescued disciples knelt on the ground, as if they had been drained.

"You don't have to save us...... You don't have to save us......"

A monk with a stump arm, a short-haired monk, and a handsome monk, the three of them helped up the few people led by them, and said lightly: "Get up, don't blame yourself, go back with us quickly." Next, I don't have time to discuss whether or not I should save you. ”

The scope of Jianxuan Mountain is very large, if even the barren mountains are counted, there are more than a dozen mountains, more than 100 foundation building monks, and dozens of Jindan monks, pouring in from all directions, within the sphere of influence, shouting and killing shook the sky.

At the same moment, Zheng Yi of the Medicine Mansion, the elder of the Five Old Cliffs, the sword elder and the sword spirit of the sword mound, seemed to have returned to sixty years ago.

"It's still here......"

Zheng Yi was basking in the medicine, heard the shouting of killing, and stood in the courtyard of the medicine house with his hands in his hands.

"Huo Mai. ”

"The disciple is here. ”

"These days, I taught you the medicine cultivation technique, will you?"

"Returning to the Master...... I know a little bit about ......."

"Well, I don't have time to teach you either. ”

Zheng Yi smiled, grabbed the void with his big hand, and a long sword was pulled out of the void by him, Zheng Yi's cloudy old eyes instantly brightened: "Old man...... See you again. ”

In front of Zheng Yi, Huo Mai knelt on the ground: "Where is Shizun going?"

"Practicing medicine, administering medicine. Zheng Yi put the bottles and jars in the medicine house in the Sumeru ring.

Huo Mai was stunned: "Practicing medicine?"

"Hmm. Zheng Yi nodded his head, and suddenly the sword rose, "Jian Xuanshan, sick." I'm going to get rid of it. ”

"Master......! You're a pharmacist!"

In the distant sky, Zheng Yi's voice came: "But...... I'm also a swordsman. ”

......

Five old cliffs, the four elders sit here, sipping wine.

"What about Gu Lao?"

"I've already gone to Red Star Peak. ”

"I don't care about the old age, and the wine is tasteless. ”

"This wine...... I'm afraid I won't be able to drink it in the future. ”

"You and I are both worshiped by Jian Xuanshan, you can come if you want, you can leave if you want, and you are afraid that you won't be able to drink?"

"That'...... Will you go?"

Silent.

After a moment, the old man from before smiled hesitantly: "After drinking the wine of Jian Xuanshan for so many years, I just left, I can't do it." I'm going to find Gu Feipao. What about you?"

"Let's go!"

......

Sword Shrine.

Jian Lao looked at this scorched earth, looked at the dense magic swords inserted on the ground, couldn't help but smile, and became lonely again.

Next to him, the Xuanshuang Sword Spirit asked, "Qu Yan, what are you in a daze?"

"Lingzun, no, it's just a little reluctant. ”

Xuanshuang Sword Spirit doesn't understand, he is not a human, he doesn't understand people's feelings, he only knows that there seems to be a fight outside, why is this guy still sad here?

"Qu Yan, aren't you going to help?"

"Go, go right away......"

"My Dharma Body has been destroyed, and I can't go there. But those two guys can help you. The Xuanshuang Sword Spirit beckoned, "You two, there's a fight!"

In the sword mound, the other two sword spirits came out: "It's already ready, but now in Sword Xuanshan, no one can make double swords, right?"

These two sword spirits are similar in appearance, but they are sword spirits against the sword before condensing the spirits.

Xuan Shuang scolded: "No one will make it, you will go on your own!"

The two sword spirits nodded, Xuan Shuang's status was very high, and the two of them would not disobey his orders.

"Old man Qu, are you leaving?"

"Let's go!"

......

......

Jianxuan Mountain, back mountain.

When the shouts of killing sounded, the back mountain was still quiet.

Chen Yuanzhai sat in place.

On the opposite side is a Gu cultivator, a Gu cultivator in the Yuan Infant Realm, even if he dies, he is very difficult.

Gu cultivation, ghost cultivation, and formation cultivation.

No one could have imagined that this guy's Taoism was so out of the way.

Jian Xuanshan started a war, Chen Yuanzhai set up a large array around the other party, isolating the sound, and he said coldly: "Old Devil, the head you want is about to be sent, aren't you ready to release it?"

The Worm Gu Immortal was calmly trapped in the formation.

"Little turtle, I'm fine, I'm not in a hurry. The old demon, my disciple and grandson, may have already started a war with Jian Xuanshan. I'm dragging you along and sharing something for them, just right. ”

The moth Gu Immortal was very calm, and after seeing Chen Yuanzhai's ugly expression, he was even happier.

Chen Yuanzhai was irritable in his heart, but he couldn't show it.

He also calmly said, "Yes? It seems that you want to be rescued? Is it possible?"

The moth Gu Immortal smiled and became angry: "You want to try it, these hostages' lives, it seems that you don't want it?"

Chen Yuanzhai smiled: "Kill, kill Mu Santong and them, and I will be able to be the head of Jian Xuanshan." At the same time, you will give them a burial, you will not be rescued by others, I said. ”

This time it was Chen Yuanzhai's turn to laugh, and the expression of the moth Gu Immortal was very ugly.

But a momentary advantage can't determine the result.

Chen Yuanzhai wants to rescue Mu Santong and them, and the Gu Immortal has to leave alive.

No one was going to back down, so the two continued to stalemate here.

......

If dreams are something that cannot be controlled, then Wei Xiu is a person from the immortal sect who practices the art of dreams.

In the dream, they are the masters, the absolute gods, the invincible beings.

As long as you don't wake up from the dream.

Moreover, the terrible thing about the cultivation is that it falls into dreams, into other people's dreams, and coercs others into their own dreams.

In the darkness, torches from all directions gathered, spread into a ladder fire dragon, and went straight to the high platform.

On that high platform, there were no stars, sun and moon, and no mountains and rivers below, but only three monks sat in it.

A monk, sitting cross-legged on the ground with a long sword in his lap, was already drooping, and his body could not help shaking, and when he shook, the torches around him shook with him.

Opposite him was an old man like an iron tower, and an old man with a black robe and a hooded head.

This is a dream, this is a dream, in a dream of Yuan Chenghua.

The tower-like old man felt the wind, opened his eyes slightly, looked at the sword cultivator who was dying on the opposite side, and chuckled: "Yuan Chenghua, Yuan Chenghua...... You survived the old devil, but you can't survive us. Does such a stalemate make sense?"

The old sword cultivator opened his tired eyes, stroked the long sword on his leg, and said with a smile: "Zhong Shanyao, it's been almost seventy years. If you still don't have the ability to wake up from my dream, it means that I still have a chance to survive you. ”

The tower-like old man lowered his face and closed his eyes.

Next to him, the old man in a black robe said, "Yuan Chenghua, why bother." Monk...... You don't do that. We've thrown in the towel, we've sworn by you, and you're still refusing to let us go. Why bother? This meaningless stalemate is not good for you or for us. Don't you want to see the outside world, don't you want to see what Jian Xuanshan has become now?"

They knew that as long as Yuan Chenghua had the slightest idea of waking up, they would have a chance to get out of trouble.

But after 70 years, they didn't find a chance at all.

This puppet is determined to kill them......

The old man of the sword cultivator said: "Needless to say, what is it like outside, my disciples and grandchildren will tell me." Unless I die, don't expect to leave. ”

Over the course of 70 years, there have been countless conversations like this.

The black-robed old man also lost his patience and continued to work cross-legged.

There's no way, this is the other party's dream, he can't beat him, in this place, the other party is invincible, unless he burns the blood of the life palace and forcibly runs the life wheel, there may be a chance of winning.

But in that case, even if you win, how long can you live if you go out?

One day?

It doesn't make sense either.

On the high platform, the torches swayed again, the flames were faint, and in the darkness, three figures came over.

"Master ......"

"Beidou, these days, you have been in my dreams and wronged. ”

The person who came was the first Wu Beidou of Wenjian Peak, the first Mu Santong of Flying Eagle Que, and Tu Qingqing, the owner of Zanghua Valley.

Wu Beidou is a true disciple of Yuan Chenghua, and his nose was sour when he heard this: "Master, what kind of grievance do I have to wait like this." ”

The old man of the sword cultivator smiled: "Look at this fire, how beautiful it is...... It's a pity that it doesn't burn long. ”

Wu Beidou closed his eyes, not daring to look at the mountain fire dragon.

This is the reflection of the master's life wheel, the fire is weak, which means that the life wheel is about to end and the life palace is drying up, and it is obvious that the limit is approaching.

"Beidou, I'm dying, why don't you speak?"

In the dark, Wu Beidou withdrew from here, Mu Santong took a step forward and said in a deep voice: "Master, junior brother, he can't bear to let you go." ”

"Bastard thing...... What's unbearable to die...... I know enough to be able to boil the old demon to death. I'll boil over the remaining two, and when I'm dead, you can clean them up." ”

Mu Santong lowered his head and clenched his fists.

The old man of sword cultivation smiled: "It's not interesting, life in the world, it's not free and easy at all, what kind of sword cultivation is it." Tu Qingqing!"

"Uncle Boss. An old woman stepped forward and saluted.

"Is my master dead?" asked Yuan Chenghua.

The old woman replied: "Uncle Sword is still in the Sword Shrine. ”

"Uncle Shi, he's still in the Yuanying Realm, and he doesn't grow up as an old man...... I'm dying, he hasn't broken through yet, I'm afraid he can't beat me now, right?"

The old woman bowed her head and was silent.

Yuan Chenghua stretched: "It's okay, if he wasn't still there, I wouldn't dare to let go and pull this group of old demons into a dream." There is a Yuanying monk in the sect, which is very good. It's just that the ancestor had an order back then, according to the strength of the seniors, he should be persuaded to practice more, in case one day he is surpassed by the juniors, and even my face will be lost......"

Yuan Chenghua's complaint is more like a last word.

Mu Santong and Tu Qingqing stood beside them, not daring to say more or interrupt.

If you don't listen to this nonsense, you won't have a chance in the future......

Tu Qingqing remembered something and said, "By the way, they didn't let me say it before, the sect has risen to a powerful descendant. ”

"Oh, such a good thing, why don't you say it!" Yuan Chenghua glared at Mu Santong, "Your order?"

Mu Santong bowed his head: "No, we all thought that person was a fluke." ”

"What did he get away with?"

"In the Xuanguo Fire River, I knocked on the stone door left by the ancestor and got the inheritance of the ancestor. ”

Yuan Chenghua was suddenly stunned.

"Go on!"

"At first, we thought it was his luck, or there was a problem with the ban left by the ancestor, but later we found out that although the person's qualifications were average, his kendo talent was not bad. ”

Yuan Chenghua smiled: "What's that person's name?"

Mu Sandao: "Kong Zheng!"

Yuan Chenghua asked, "Did you give him the order to protect the mountain?"

"Naturally!"

Yuan Chenghua nodded: "That's good." In the future, Kong Zheng will be the mountain protector of Jianxuan Mountain. Don't look down on him because he's weak, understand?"

"Do as you are told!"

"It's not an order, it's a rule. The rules left by the ancestors. When the ancestor founded Jian Xuanshan with his bare hands, and his cultivation was even more to the realm of the gods, looking at more than a thousand years, who could reach it? The rules left by his old man, we and other mediocre people should follow it. ”

The tone of reprimand made Mu Santong nod again and again.

On the high platform, Yuan Chenghua breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm really dying, you two sit down and tell me about Kong Zheng again......"

Yuan Chenghua closed his eyes, Mu Santong and Tu Qingqing sat opposite him in a sad mood, and began to tell the story of Kong Zheng before and after entering the house.