The demonic spirit is soaring, the prohibitions are triggered one after another, the vitality of heaven and earth is disordered, and the bitter people are like a flat boat, shuttling between the stormy waves.

The disciples of the various sects of the lineage were all alarmed, more and more people walked up the mountain, inquired about the news of each other, exchanged heads and ears, and the voices of the people were boiling, men, women, old, young, unfamiliar faces, a pair of hesitant eyes, all looking up at the top of the mountain, the senior division commander, and the imperial sword stopped in the sky, looking at the direction of the town demon tower.

Qian Yuan had just finished refining a furnace of poison pills, sweating profusely and tired, and before he could rest, he was alarmed by a commotion. She walked out of the Dan room and called an acquaintance of a disciple of the Five Elements Sect and asked him what had happened, there was such a big movement. The other party's expression was a little strange, and he asked rhetorically, "You are the senior sister of the Hook and Sickle Sect, don't you even know?"

Qian Yuan's heart chuckled, and she had an ominous premonition, she urged: "What happened?"

"Everyone is passing on it, the Blood Moon Grass Sickle, the great murder weapon of your Hook and Sickle Sect has been born again, the bitter Daoist who only arrived at Liushi Peak yesterday is now breaking into the Demon Town Tower!"

"Fourth Master Ancestor, he, he, he, he forced himself into the Demon Suppression Tower?" Qian Yuan stammered, his eyes widening in disbelief.

"That's probably the case, I heard that the first three layers of prohibitions have been broken, and the Blood Moon Grass Scythe is extremely powerful, and it is as powerful as a bamboo, and it is estimated that the fourth layer will not be able to stop it. ”

Qian Yuan muttered, "Why did the Fourth Master Ancestor do this, it doesn't make sense!" She couldn't care about being tired, and ran to Shiliangyan.

Yu Yao clenched her fists, her nails pierced into her palms, far away, she couldn't see every move of the bitter Taoist, and she was very anxious.

"Go to the Demon Suppression Tower to have a look!" Wei Qiqi instinctively felt that the Demon Suppression Tower had a great deal to do with him, and now was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, in case he had to follow in the footsteps of the Bitter Dao people in the future, it was necessary to see the distribution and power of the prohibition first.

"No, that's too dangerous!" Yu Yao flatly refused, the Demon Suppression Tower is a forbidden place in Kunlun, she is a third-generation disciple, where can she get close.

Wei Qiqi thought about it for a while, and felt that there was no need to take risks, he looked around, and saw that there was a barren mountain on the north side of Shiliang Rock, with rocks and rocks, and the grass and trees were extinct. He stretched out his hand and said, "Go there and take a look at it from a distance, and it will be fine." ”

Yu Yao was also concerned about the safety of the sect's ancestors, and hesitated: "But how can I get over, you can't fly with a sword at will on the Flowing Stone Peak, in case you touch the forbidden ......"

"Be careful, follow the mountain with the sword, just take a little more effort, how can there be prohibitions everywhere on this flowing stone peak, not even a bare mountain!"

Yu Yao was so moved by what he said, he hesitated, and suddenly heard someone behind him snort coldly: "What a boldness, you dare to take the sword in Liushi Peak without authorization, Yao'er, you were also led crooked by him, and you didn't even abide by the rules of the sect!"

Wei Qiqi turned his head and saw a beautiful woman standing behind him, her face sinking like water, and there was a look of anxiety between her eyebrows, it was Yu Yao's uncle Song Yun.

Song Yun stroked her hair, and said angrily: "Follow behind me, don't run around!" She immediately picked up a pair of broken army hooks, stepped on one handle, let Yu Yao get on the other handle, and flew towards the Demon Suppression Tower.

Wei Seventeen Yuqi Hidden Snow Sword followed closely behind, and before he reached the air, he felt that the killing intent was raging everywhere, like a monstrous wave, how small the manpower was, and it was impossible to compete with it at all, and the prohibition of the Demon Suppression Tower finally revealed the tip of the iceberg to him.

There are two kinds of prohibitions on the Liushi Peak, one is the formation diagram, which is used to resist foreign enemies, similar to the thunder and fire robbery clouds of Liantao Mountain, the scale is large, and the Liushi Peak is protected, it originally takes thirty-three elders to work together to barely drive, it is very inconvenient, to Ziyang Daoren to take over the head of Kunlun, determined to change, ingenious, with the mountain and river vitality lock to extract the demon element of the heavenly demon, through guò refining demon pool and town demon tower into incomparably pure heaven and earth vitality, forcibly urging the array, although the power has weakened, but only three elders can control it. The other is to prevent people from trespassing on important places and lay a magic circle, limited to one time and one place, the scale is much smaller, usually composed of multiple prohibitions linked to each other, and the "water cloud" magic circle that the ascetics are impacting belongs to the latter.

It is an extremely rare opportunity to carefully figure out the prohibition of the Kunlun faction at close range, but first, the speed of breaking the military hook is amazing, and Wei Seventeen needs to use all his strength to keep up, and secondly, Wei Seventeen does not know anything about the prohibition and has no way to look at it, and third, the bitter Taoist is manipulating the Blood Moon Grass Sickle to shake the Demon Tower, the vitality of heaven and earth is abnormally disordered, and the prohibition is also affected.

After a while, Song Yun flew to the outside of the Demon Suppression Tower, and more than ten people stood in the air, pointing and talking about something. She looked intently, only to see that countless talismans lit up from the bottom of the tower, and gradually faded, driving the prohibition to produce all kinds of changes, and the senior uncle and the bitter Taoist were approaching step by step along the mountain road, and the blood moon grass scythe turned into a red shadow, breaking the prohibition layer by layer, dissolving into invisibility.

Limited by her talents, Song Yun failed to cultivate the most powerful Kunlun Four Techniques, but she had a lot of experience in prohibition, worked diligently, and was personally guided by Ziyang Dao, and faintly became the first person in her generation. The magic circle guarding the Demon Tower is called "Water Cloud", which was originally arranged by the ninth generation head of the Kunlun faction, and then experienced the addition and improvement of generations of predecessors, and finally set the name of "Water Cloud" in the hands of the master of Ziyang Dao, forming a thirteen-layer prohibition, complementing each other, and a consistent pattern. This thirteen-layer prohibition, one layer is more powerful than the other, the ascetic Daoist broke the four-layer prohibition with the Blood Moon Grass Scythe, and he was getting closer and closer to the Demon Suppression Tower, but he didn't know that he was already deep in the water clouds, and the original fragmented first four layers of prohibitions were actually reconnected and fused, not only cutting off his way out, but also echoing the fifth-layer prohibition, forcing him to stop and temporarily take a defensive position.

"Uncle Shi, the Water Cloud Array has changed endlessly, it's still too late to turn back!" Song Yun couldn't bear to see him die by himself, even with the Hook and Sickle Sect, if he stopped here, retreated and thought about it, and when the head of the sect came back, he would not have a glimmer of life.

The bitter Taoist smiled and said loudly: "Seek benevolence and be benevolent, insist on going your own way, and never look back!" He stretched out his index finger and wiped it lightly on the sickle, and suddenly the blood flowed like an infusion, and the blood moon grass scythe drank the essence and blood, and with a sudden shock, the bloody qi overflowed from the sickle, hovering left and right, turning into a strange blood moon, rising into the air.

Song Yun's face changed greatly, the ascetic Taoist has been practicing hard for forty years in the Forgotten Peak, and has actually practiced the Blood Moon Slash, one of the three major killing moves of the Hook and Sickle Sect, she heard the master talk about the power of the Blood Moon Slash, at the cost of seven years of yang life, the blood and evil qi in the Blood Moon Grass Scythe condensed into a round of blood moon, the stone broke the sky, the mountain collapsed and the ground cracked, and all the creatures within a radius of 100 miles turned into blood mist, which was the most ferocious. For a while, she was anxious, and was about to remind everyone to stay away, when the Demon Suppression Tower suddenly changed, and an old face with white hair poked out from the stone niche on the second layer of the tower, crisscrossed with wrinkles, like a dry and cracked earth, which was actually the previous generation of Hook and Sickle Sect Sect Master, Lu Wei and Song Yun's mentor Gu Zhiluan.

The surprise of the bitter Taoist was not trivial, he always thought that his senior brother had fallen, but at this moment, he saw him poking his head out of the demon tower, his appearance was old, he seemed to have suffered and tortured, and he was about to die, he tentatively shouted: "Senior Brother Gu, is it you?"

Gu Zhiluan showed an indignant look on his face, his lips squirmed slightly, and a familiar voice sounded in the mind of the bitter man, "Cao Di, Cao Di, Lao Tzu has suffered so much, and he did not hesitate to throw himself into the demon refining pool, just to keep the line of the Hook and Sickle Sect, you are good, put the sect completely behind, and for the sake of a demon, you dare to make a move on the Demon Suppression Tower! All the hard work of so many years has been in vain, Ziyang has never been a soft-hearted person, you ...... You, you, you...... Destroy the Hook and Sickle Sect!"

He was so angry that he suddenly broke out an arm and slammed it into the blood moon grass sickle, and the blood moon suddenly shook, and then dispersed into a bloody qi again, and burrowed into the grass scythe, and the ascetic man was like being hit hard, his face turned pale, and his knees fell to the ground.

Gu Zhiluan opened his five fingers, and the Blood Moon Grass scythe jumped up sharply, swinging through the layers of prohibitions, and he shouted loudly in the bitter Daoist's brain: "Evil obstacles, don't leave quickly! Take advantage of Ziyang's not coming back, take the disciples of the Hook and Sickle Sect, and leave Kunlun Mountain immediately, go as far as you can, go overseas, or you can preserve the inheritance of the sect!"

The ascetic man knelt down in front of the Demon Suppression Tower, and said in his heart: "One person does things and one person is responsible, I gave up this life, and I will never affect the sect ......."

Gu Zhiluan suddenly turned his head, looked at the distant sky, and sighed: "It's too late, it's all ...... It's too late!"

A blue light as warm as jade crossed the sky, and the head of the Kunlun faction, Ziyang Daoren, finally returned to Liushi Peak.