Du Zhuowu's sword pointed and flew to the front of the door, the golden light had consumed too much of it, but Rao was like this, the momentum was still undiminished, the solemnity of the volley and the majesty of the myth of the sword saint forced Li Jimian's chest to feel stuffy, and he couldn't get up, and the weakened golden light was also dazzling and abnormal, forcing people to dare not face it. Li Jimian's primordial supreme vitality fire ball flew in front of the door and was swallowed by the golden light, and it disappeared without a trace.

Li Jimian let out a cold sweat, if that finger poked just now, it could directly break his vitality and shock his three souls and seven spirits. But the strange thing is that the old man did not kill him, and the killing machine only disappeared in front of the door, and disappeared along with the terrifying image. At this moment, the wind and grass outside the door had subsided, and even the water of the Queen Mother's pool, which had suddenly become urgent, was trickling at this moment.

Come and go without a trace, the killing machine is only in a thought, the wind rises and the wind stops and breathes, this kind of cultivation is far above the ninth section. Li Jimian's face suddenly turned red, like a maturing purple asserton, firstly because of the surging blood caused by fear and fear, and secondly, because he did not know the truth of the sky. But Li Jimian is different from others, he can always come up with his own way and stick to his own opinions in an emergency, at this moment, he only feels that this sword hall has a great mystery.

His frivolous actions had already angered the cultivators in the hall, and this was also his own plan, and their anger and killing intent could also be seen from the two sword spirits that appeared one after another, but the question was why they didn't rush out of the hall. Thinking of this, Li Jimian suddenly couldn't help but look at the Sword Hall, and after a while, Fang shook his palm and laughed, and said, "Wonderful! Wonderful! The design of this Sword Hall is really unique, and it is the creation of heaven and earth!"

Originally, the sword hall was built on the side of the Queen Mother's pool, and what was important was the coldness of the pool. The water of this queen mother's pool comes from a high place, and it is extremely white and cold, and it can accommodate the existence of ghosts. The spirit flags and offering tables used in the hall all have great origins, and there are ways to attract sacrifices and feed the dead. Because of its toughness and white spirit, Junfeng bamboo is the best material to isolate the outside from the inside of the hall. The entire sword hall is like a netherworld that stands in the world, and if you enter it, you can go underground. Because of this, the living cannot blend in, and the dead cannot come out.

"Du Zhuowu, Du Zhuowu, it's a pity, it's a pity, I'm old, confined to a room, what do I Li Jimian?" Li Jimian said while tidying up his clothes, and was about to start from the Queen Mother Pool, he wanted to bake the Queen Mother Pool water alive, and then trap the Sword Hall, so that the sword spirit would have no yin sustenance and dissipate on its own.

There was a solemnity in the sword hall, and at the moment of life and death, all the undead appeared and stood under the hall together, waiting for Mr. Du Zhuowu to speak. After a while, Du Zhuo said with a long smile and said: "I, you are a dead person, this shadow is undead, how can I be nostalgic." It's a pity that our lifetime of fame has fulfilled this Hu Chick!" Seeing this, Li Jimian heard this, and knew that what he guessed was not bad, so he laughed even more, and his right hand had already forced the Yuan Huo on the Queen Mother Pool, and in an instant, a fire spread on the Queen Mother Pool, and if there was an oil slick in the water, the flames were raging to the sky, even if he couldn't help the Sword Hall that the sword spirit was guarding around, but the pool water was easily half eliminated in a blink of an eye.

The sighs in the hall sounded one after another, and when they saw Li Jimian's villainous face, they were all indignant. Du Zhuowu suddenly said: "It is unknown who killed the deer." Everyone suddenly felt an unusual sword breath. Du Zhuowu felt that this sword qi was very similar to himself, and he was old and vigorous, so he laughed loudly at Li Jimian: "Boy, have you ever seen a peerless school?" Li Jimian also felt an unusually strong sword qi approaching him, thinking that the undead of the Sword Hall were returning to the light, and seeing Du Zhuowu smiling at himself, he was even more determined in his guess, and he didn't dare to slack off, and the vitality in his hand accelerated to speed up, and he must make them all disappear before the vision comes.

What Du Zhuowu wanted Li Jimian to teach was the sword in his eyes and his heart with his eyes, but after the bamboo pole came, he suddenly smiled and waved his hand, and fled without a trace. When the rest of the people saw that the ancestors had retreated with peace of mind, they also retreated, leaving only an empty sword hall standing there.

Li Jimian felt that the Yuan Huo could no longer burn, and a bamboo pole that suddenly appeared stood in the Queen Mother's pool and froze everything. There was a hissing evaporation sound on the bamboo pole, and the water of the Queen Mother Pond began to rise and return to its original position, and the fire on the water surface was extinguished at once.

"Not good!" Li Jimian secretly screamed, busy whistling, Xuan Zhihe hovered in the sky, wanting to volley down, tossing and turning, but still lingering, just not down. Li Jimian whistled again, but saw that Xuan Yuanhe's wings seemed to be glued, and he only circled in place, unable to move. Sword Qi Sticky Crane. Li Jimian only felt dizzy for a while, and hurriedly flew down the mountain to escape. After only a few steps of flying, the bamboo pole behind him suddenly flew and hit his back, knocking him to the ground in one fell swoop, and the aura circle was easily broken.

After turning over and rolling down, Li Jimian found that the bamboo pole behind him was held by the Yuan Shen, which was an old man with triangular eyes and a strange and ugly nose. This posture reminded Li Jimian of the young man on the edge of the West Lake, and he would do the same, but the young man's skills were far less powerful than this old man.

Li Jimian flew the sword to stab, and he turned around and slipped away, but unexpectedly, the old man only lightly swiped the bamboo pole, and a cold and white bright air curtain pushed over, directly pushing the sword to Li Jimian's back. Li Jimian suddenly felt a chill behind him, and he caught the incoming sword with a pitch, but he was taken three steps before stopping. The old man didn't give him a chance to breathe, stepped forward, the shadow of the bamboo pole grew violently, and the sound of "snap" hit Li Jimian's leg, Li Jimian fell to the ground in response, and the old man's bamboo pole rose again, and smashed towards his head at a gallop, Li Jimian was moved, thinking that the right to die and be used as a live horse doctor, and hurriedly shouted: "One-armed boy!" The old man's bamboo pole stopped abruptly.

"Tell me quickly, how do you know my apprentice!" The primordial god in front of him did not speak, and the voice seemed to come from a distance.

Li Jimian staggered to his feet, and was about to speak, when he suddenly saw a middle-aged man flying in the distance with a group of bottoms. The old man seemed to be very scared, the Yuan Shen disappeared directly, and Li Jimian didn't say much, hurriedly stepped on the Xuan Crane and flew straight north. Yan Shaowei saw that the Sword Hall did not lose, but only killed and injured a few disciples, and did not dare to chase it anymore, so he gave up.

On the high tree on the mountainside of Junfeng, an old man with triangular eyes and a nose turned crossed legs, he suddenly opened his eyes and said, "It's time to end everything." He slowly fell down the tree and went down the mountain.