Cang Song looked at the familiar figure that was slowly walking in mid-air, his face changed, and his heart was full of mixed feelings.

Stunned, surprised, incredulous, overjoyed, guilty, apprehensive, remorseful......

Seeing that the person who had thought he had been dead for a hundred years suddenly appeared in front of him without warning and without preparation, he was stunned for a while.

Tian Buyi stood up with Su Ru's support, coughed softly, and the husband and wife looked at this white cloth, this figure, this person with complicated faces.

Shui Yue's cold and white face seemed to become a little softer unconsciously when she saw someone coming, with a few traces of reminiscence of the past and a hint of suppressed pain.

Yun Yilan's eyes were dark, looking at the person who once seemed to be like a big mountain and overwhelmed him, a trace of yin poison flashed in his eyes, but he didn't know what kind of calculation he had.

The three monks of Tianyin Temple also sang the Buddha's name, and the sentence "Amitabha Buddha" did not know if it was to thank the Buddha for "resurrecting" the dead again, and they were destined to see it again, or to calm down the excited mind.

In short, whether you know or don't know the righteous path here, when you see that someone came to save Tian and cut off one of Yuyangzi's arms, the camp was already clear, for this suddenly appeared master, no one explored too much in this situation, even if there were more doubts in their hearts, they were pressed in their hearts at the moment, but their faces were full of joy, and the strength of their own camp had increased greatly.

The mood of the people of the Demon Sect is diametrically opposed to the righteous path.

Looking at the extraordinary person, his heart was shrouded in a shadow that could not be touched, and some of the old monsters who had witnessed it with their own eyes, and even experienced the wild battle of the year couldn't help but tremble, as if they were very afraid and jealous.

"Go forward and slash the dragon sword, and ten thousand swords will return to one to slay the ghosts and gods!"

"Ten Thousand Swords!"

The poison god is the longest-living "old-timer" in the Demon Sect, and he was also personally involved in the events of the year, and he is also familiar with the person in front of him, a wrinkled old face is ugly, and he said solemnly.

Obviously, the appearance of Wan Jianyi, the sudden appearance of this "dead" person, caught everyone off guard.

Some of the characters from a hundred years ago have changed their faces one after another, this name is too thunderous, looking at the white clothes in the air, they were shocked for a while, and some young disciples also sounded one after another, and they were in an uproar when they got to know each other.

"I haven't seen you for a hundred years, my old friends are still the same, and my strength has not diminished back then!"

The poison god spoke, this tone and tone were quite cordial and emotional, and people who didn't know would really mistake them for a bad relationship.

"Old monster, you're not bad, you haven't died for so many years, you are really old but not stiff. ”

Wan Jian opened his mouth mercilessly, his expression and tone were the same as in the past, as if the years passed, but he was not affected, although his temples were white, but the arrogance in his heart remained, as always, he did his own thing, his heart was righteous and awe-inspiring, and he was jealous and hateful.

Such a ridiculous voice fell into the ears of everyone, and the younger generation of the Demon Sect was furious, and fell into the ears of the old people who had accumulated years, in addition to being angry, they also had a few more years passing out of thin air, and the past was as melancholy as yesterday.

"Why bother talking nonsense with him, since he is a person of Qingyun and has a great enmity with the Holy Sect, let him be crushed to pieces today, sacrifice His blood to the Holy Mother and the King, and wash away the century-old shame of my Holy Sect. ”

Yu Yangzi looked resentful, he hated this person who cut off his arm, the things of the year, the power of this person back then, how much can be left after the years, not to mention that the four sects gathered and the masters gathered, he didn't believe that this person was really capable of turning the tide and saving Qingyun.

As he spoke, he jumped forward, controlled the Yin-Yang Mirror, and the black and white Xuanguang shot out, heading towards Ten Thousand Swords.

"Kill!"

The young disciples are already hot-blooded, this battle, it is the blood and qi Fang Gang, they have not experienced that era, can not empathize with their predecessors, at this moment after listening to Yuyangzi's words, they are all bloody, fighting, fighting to the death, blood flowing, drifting like rain.

"Alas!"

The poison god shook his head and sighed lightly, although he was secretly annoyed by Yu Yangzi's recklessness, but he also knew that he was reasonable.

Wan Jianyi left too deep an impression on them, too much pressure, if he didn't die, it would be difficult for the Holy Sect to accomplish great things, this siege of Qingyun was destined to be difficult, and even in vain, and he returned gloomily, achieving nothing.

Therefore, he glanced at each other with the Ghost King and Mrs. Sanmiao, and between the silent exchanges in his eyes, he had already made a decision, Tian Buyi was seriously injured, and his life was worry-free, but he couldn't exert much combat power, so he didn't have to be afraid.

The ghost king sacrificed the qi Fu Long Ding, followed closely behind Yu Yangzi, and joined hands to besiege this famous legend of Qingyunmen, not daring to have the slightest hand, between the operation of mana, Fu Long Ding suddenly sounded, and suddenly became larger again, falling from a high altitude, with the help of the impact of the nine days, the power increased greatly, when the head fell, the Ding did not arrive, a terrifying sound has been shocking, straight to the ground, the hard white marble slab appeared densely like a spider's web-like cracks.

Looking at the joint efforts of the two major sect masters of the Demon Dao, besieged by a number of masters in the world, the loneliness of the ancestral hall for many years seemed to dissipate endlessly, as if it was a sharp sword that had been sealed for a long time, just waiting for the day when the seal was broken, the edge was endless, and a monstrous war intent arose.

The dragon sword seemed to feel the master's mind, trembling non-stop, the blue light flickered, with the ten thousand swords holding the trick, the light surged into a sharp blade, and the rotation was divided into two, a sword rose to the sky, facing the suppression of Fu Longding, a sword broke through the dark clouds, pierced the sky, and rushed towards the yin and yang mirror of black and white Xuanguang.

The battle here is fierce, that side is in full swing, the demons are fighting and fighting, the severed limbs on Qingyun Mountain are flying sideways, the blood is flowing like a river, the corpses are all over the field, the Tongtian Peak of the original immortal holy land is stained red with blood, as if it has become a netherworld hell, terrifying.

The sea of clouds that originally floated around Qingyun Mountain was infused with blood and gas in the night, in all kinds of brilliant light, like a fire, red, and a huge full moon on the edge of the sky seemed to be smeared with a layer of blood, which was a little cold and weird.

The first seat of the Dragon Head Peak, the Qingyun Sect Sect Sect Supreme Cangsong Daoren stood in the middle of the battle between the demons and demons, staring blankly at the figure of the fierce fight with the Ghost King and Yuyangzi in the air, as if in a different world, distant memories came one after another.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, whether it was an elder or a disciple of the two realms of righteousness and demons, both warring sides seemed to have skillfully avoided Cangsong, and the entire cruel battlefield seemed to be left alone with nothing to do.

I don't know what to think, Cang Song's body shook in vain, his face was shocked and afraid, and he hurriedly swept towards the back mountain of Tongtian Peak.

......

The main peak of the seven veins of Qingyunmen, the mountain behind the Tongtian Peak, the grass and trees are luxuriant, the ancient trees are lush, the mountain is high and the environment is secluded, the birds of the empty mountain hear each other, it seems that even the sound of the battle in front of the mountain is invisibly shielded, which makes people can't help but be calm.

At this moment, four streamers of light crossed the sky, falling on this back mountain, and quietly descended in a secluded place.