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The night is getting thicker, like ink that can never be dissolved, shrouding this desolate world.

Compared with the quietness of the front mountain, in the ancestral hall of the patriarch of the back mountain of the reincarnation peak, a battle to the death gradually kicked off as the night deepened.

The four corpses of the Dao Tong who cleaned the ancestral hall of the patriarch lay quietly in front of the turbulent ancestral hall of the patriarch in the back mountain, never able to open their eyes again.

Life is incomparably fragile under such power, and who cares about the lives of these four children who are only thirteen or fourteen years old?

The wind swept in from all directions, and the surrounding bamboo trees made a rattling sound.

Whether it's the sound of the wind or the trembling of leaves, who knows?

The dazzling glow of the sword tore through the darkness from time to time, and the golden, black, and white lights were like a rich spirit snake python, intertwining and dancing wildly.

Facing the siege of Zhu Gou and Lu Linlang, the two leaders of the younger generation of the Shushan faction, the evil ghost man held a pitch-black immortal sword to contend with him, but he did not fall behind at all.

This body of Taoism can be described as shocking to the world, and the lowest is also a cultivation master of the ninth layer of the Yuan Shen realm, and he is by no means a nobody in the world. Even in the Shushan Elders' House, I am afraid that it is an extraordinary status.

The Aurora Sword comes and goes like lightning, and the speed is extremely fast.

The smoke of the Yunxia sword is like a torrent, and the aura is at its peak.

Even so, the evil ghost man still gradually suppressed the magic weapon aura in the hands of Zhu Gou and Lu Linlang little by little.

Of course, the consternation in the demon man's heart also intensified little by little.

Lu Linlang's cultivation is naturally known to him, he has been cultivating for many years, the eighth layer of the flying sword realm, there are famous fairies in the world, and it is extremely difficult.

What shocked him was that Zhu Gou could exert such power with a broken divine sword, every time he fought hard with the Aurora Immortal Sword, the true yuan in his body was tumbling, and at the same time, he faintly felt a strange demonic power coming from the Aurora Divine Sword, which was really incredible.

In fact, how would the evil ghost man know that a month ago, Zhu Gou followed Lu Linlang to Qilin Mountain, and another immortal fate accidentally devoured the thousand-year-old Inner Dan of the White Tiger Demon King, one of the nine demon kings of Qilin Mountain.

In addition, this evil ghost man is ruthless and will never leave a way to live, if he faces it himself, it will be fine. After thousands of calculations, I didn't calculate that my beloved woman Lu Linlang, who I had been deeply concerned about for ten years, would suddenly appear.

Tonight, either you die or I die, Zhu Gou in order to protect Lu Linlang, all his potential has been stimulated, it's no wonder if he doesn't fight with the evil ghost man!

The three of them fought to the death outside the solemn ancestral hall, and in the dark bamboo forest not far away, Bai Su silently glanced at the evil ghost man beside him.

Said slowly: "You're not going to help?"

Who knew that this evil ghost man didn't seem to hear her words, but said hoarsely: "How can Zhu Gou's Taoism improve so quickly?

Bai Su sighed faintly, as if envious, as if jealous, and said angrily: "The White Tiger Demon King's thousand-year-old Inner Pill was eaten by him, so what does it mean, if he absorbs all the energy of that Inner Dan, he will immediately leap into the Dragon Gate and be worth a hundred times, and it is not impossible to reach the tenth layer of the Heavenly and Human Realm after a hundred years." ”

For the Inner Dan who devoured the White Tiger Demon King, Bai Su has always been obsessed.

Just a little bit!

It's almost the thousand-year-old Inner Pill that cultivators dream of is their own, but they have no choice but to miss it!

Bai Su is by no means a generous woman, her heart is small.

The demon man pondered for a moment and said, "You mean...... The Inner Dan of the White Tiger Demon King, one of the nine demon kings of Qilin Mountain, was devoured by Zhu Gou?"

"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes! Hmph, he started too quickly, otherwise that Neidan is mine, and it can allow me to evolve to the realm of the Yuan Shen that you humans call it by cultivating for a thousand years, and as a result, I have to waste another thousand years of time!"

Bai Su snorted and chirped, but his eyes gradually became sharper.

She and Lu Linlang and Zhu Gou came all the way from Qilin Mountain to Mount Emei, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are friends, but now she will definitely not watch these two people in different places.

It's just that whether it is the evil ghost man who fought with Zhu and Lu in front of him, or the evil ghost man beside him, he is terrifying with a high level of Taoism, even if he cultivates for another eight hundred years, he will never be the opponent of one of them.

Therefore, she did not dare to act rashly.

Zhu Gou stabbed out with a sword in mid-air, and a sword as thin as smoke and dust, like golden hair, suddenly shot out from the blade of the Aurora Broken Sword.

It is one of the six sword tricks that have been passed down for thousands of years in Shushan.

This sword light is condensed but not dispersed, and there seems to be a strange blue and white light entwined in the small golden ray, which is extremely strange and mysterious.

The evil ghost man's eyes flashed, and he hurriedly retreated, and the black fairy sword in his hand also urged a move and a sword.

Two swords as thin as smoke and dust collided in the air, and the powerful energy wave shook both of them backwards.

At this time, Lu Linlang let out a clear whistle, and seeing the opportunity, the Yunxia Immortal Sword came out of his hand, and sped away with a whoosh, shooting directly at the vital point of the evil ghost man.

Seeing that the evil ghost man was about to be pierced by the white light steaming Yunxia Immortal Sword, unexpectedly, the black light flashed, and a pennant appeared in the hand of the evil ghost man.

It was the five-star demon flag that Yun Xiaoxiao and Han Xuemei had seen ten years ago!

I don't know how much soul essence blood this blood-red pennant has devoured over the years to have its current power.

The evil ghost man just waved the blood flag casually, and immediately shook the invincible Yunxia Immortal Sword away, and at the same time, as if it was corroded by the blood flag itself, the original glowing Yunxia Immortal Sword dimmed a little in the blink of an eye, and the abundant spiritual power contained in the divine sword seemed to be infected.

This fairy sword was connected to Lu Linlang's bloodline, and the fairy sword was infected, and she immediately felt an extremely strange corrosive force entering her body.

Her face turned pale, and she couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of essence blood.

"Senior Sister Lu!"

Zhu Gou saw Lu Linlang vomiting blood, his expression changed greatly, and he slashed down with a sword volley desperately, with no defense at all, and a desperate way of fighting.

The evil ghost man watched Zhu Gou gallop down, he was ninety percent sure that he would kill him, but Zhu Gou's lifeless style of play would inevitably cause him to suffer.

After weighing it, the evil ghost man decisively gave up this great opportunity to kill Zhu Gou, and his body retreated a few feet again, dodging Zhu Gou's sharp sword.

He calculated the time, knowing that the time for the secret to open was coming soon, and it was impossible to kill the two in front of him in a short time, he subconsciously glanced back at the bamboo forest where his companion was invisible, and cursed in a low voice, as if cursing the companion.

Thinking about it, he was desperately fighting with Lu Linlang and Zhu Gou, and the companions who summoned him had been hiding in the bamboo forest to watch, obviously not planning to make a move.

Although the two are companions, of course, there are undercurrents in them, they don't trust each other, and they both want to eradicate each other by the hands of others.

Now that he is under siege, since Zhu Gou has been waiting for him for a long time, it is estimated that he has an inseparable relationship with his companions, so he may not have informed Zhu Gou secretly.

Because with Zhu Gou's identity, he is far from being able to contact the secrets of Shushan, and the secrets of this sixty-year reincarnation are afraid that he has not even heard of the current six veins first.

"You're cheap!"

The demon man was a little unwilling in his heart, but he still made up his mind. After retreating a few feet, he suddenly rose from the ground and shot into the darkness in the distance.

Lu Linlang saw that this evil ghost man was going to escape, how could he be willing? If he couldn't avenge Zhuge tonight, he would really be looking for a needle in a haystack if he wanted to find this evil ghost man in the future.

Thinking of this, she ignored the tumbling qi and blood in her body, and harnessed the Yunxia Immortal Sword to chase after her.

"Senior Sister Lu!"

Zhu Gou saw that Lu Linlang didn't want his life to chase the mysterious man, stomped his feet, looked at the ancestral hall, and then looked at the white glow that was about to disappear into the darkness.

He gritted his teeth and said to himself: "Yun Xiaoxie, I'm sorry......"

After speaking, his body turned into a yellow glow and chased after him.

Yun Xiaoye said to him last night that he would guard the ancestral hall of the patriarch and never leave an inch.

Now that Lu Linlang is in danger, where can Zhu Gou manage so much?

The three of them quickly disappeared, and the ancestral ancestral hall, which was still turbulent a moment ago, regained its quiet again in the blink of an eye.

It's just that the dozens of uprooted trees and the four cold corpses that fell to the ground outside the ancestral hall reminded that there had been a life-and-death battle here not long ago.

The evil ghost man slowly walked out of the invisible bamboo forest, and Bai Su, who was dressed in white, followed him vigilantly and said, "You are such a strange person. ”

The evil ghost man snorted coldly and said, "You still don't want to leave?"

Bai Su looked at the direction where the three of them disappeared just now, stomped his feet, and said, "I'm not a fool, if you don't leave, you will really kill me." ”

With that, her white shadow flashed and disappeared into the night.

The demon man slowly crossed over the four corpses outside the ancestral hall, and when he stood at the huge wooden door of the ancestral hall, he seemed to be unable to suppress the excitement in his heart, so that his body began to tremble slightly, and even he didn't seem to notice it.

He stretched out his hand and slowly pushed open the door of the ancestral hall, and the sound of squeaking and rubbing against the shaft was slight but harsh.

The light of hundreds of ever-bright lamps in the ancestral hall of the patriarch illuminated the inside, and the slightest light stole out of the gap in the door that gradually expanded, shining on his hideous and terrifying ghost mask, which was indescribably weird.

He walked in and closed the door casually.

The spacious house, which has experienced thousands of years of wind and rain, is like a dying old man, with endless vicissitudes.

In the ancestral hall, hundreds of spiritual tablets stood quietly as usual, enjoying the incense worshiped by the disciples of later generations.

The demon man gently took out three fine Zen incense sticks from the cloth bag on the shrine and lit them on the candle flame next to him.

He seemed to be extremely familiar with everything here, as if he had been here countless times in the past years.

Perhaps, he didn't expect that this familiar place hid the secrets he dreamed of exploring.

He held incense in both hands, and bowed three times to the spiritual position of the ancestors of Shushan in the past dynasties, if it weren't for the terrifying ghost fangs mask on his face at the moment, looking from the back, I am afraid that he would still think that it was a sincere disciple of the Shushan sect who was worshipping the ancestors of the past dynasties.

The hundreds of spirit tablets are roughly divided into three places, one of which is the gate of the ancestral hall opposite, there are more than a dozen layers, like an awl shape, and the spirit cards of each layer are increasing in turn.

The top is the spirit card of the first generation patriarch of the Shushan faction, Changmei Zhenren.

His spirit card is the tallest, four feet high, covered with black lacquer, and the words "Shushan Patriarch Changmei Daoren" are written on it.

On the lower layer of the Changmei Dao spirit card, there are seven spirit cards, which are the seven true disciples he received back then.

Then there is the third row, where there are more than a dozen spirit cards quietly placed.

Putting down is more.

There are at least hundreds of spirit tablets facing the gate of the ancestral hall alone.

On both sides, there is a wooden frame with a height of seven layers, and each layer is also densely filled with spiritual tablets.

The three places are added together, and there are only a few four or five hundred spirit tablets in the entire ancestral hall.

After the demon man bowed three times, he inserted the three fine Zen incense sticks in his hand into the incense burner above the shrine.

At this moment, a desolate man's voice came slowly from behind the Spirit Tablet Divine Throne.

"Your Excellency's incense, these ancestors of Shushan have no blessings. ”

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