"Minghuang Sword!" The demons were shocked, they never expected that the world's first divine soldier, the Minghuang Sword, would actually appear again!

"You all retreat!" Wan Sheng's face was solemn, and he looked at Yuan Qi carefully, dressed in rags, under his fluffy long hair, there was a delicate face, as if there was no change, especially remembering that back then, he personally sealed it on Penglai Island, I really don't know how he survived.

"Ting'er!" Wan Sheng stood in place and beckoned, "Come on, Dad!"

appeased Yuan Qi, Wan Ting also regained her tranquility, ten years of wind and frost, gave this woman a taste of maturity, compared with before, in addition to full of infatuation, more of a vigilance, and intelligence! She did not step forward, still tightly blocked in front of Yuan Qi with her body, for fear that he would be hurt in the slightest.

"Ting'er!" Wan Sheng said in a deep voice, for some reason, Yuan Qi in the rear always gave him a feeling of unease.

"Dad!" there was no warmth, there was just a kind of indifference, Wan Ting's voice was cold, as if she was calling an insignificant person.

"Come here!" Wan Sheng beckoned, although he was ruthless, but he still cared very much about his daughter's life and death.

"I want to ask you to save him!" Wan Ting turned sideways, revealing Yuan Qi behind her.

Wan Sheng looked at Yuan Qi and wanted to step forward, but hesitated.

"Don't be afraid!" Wan Ting said softly, gently holding Yuan Qi's left hand and slowly stretching it out.

Wan Sheng's brows furrowed very tightly, and he also stretched out a hand to catch Yuan Qi's pulse.

"How's that!" Wan Ting faintly looked forward to it.

Wan Sheng shook his head: "The demon is born from the heart, and it is endless, it seems that he still did not withstand the corrosion of the demon pool back then!"

"Impossible!" Wan Ting panicked, "He won't hurt me!"

"That may be the power of the earth to neutralize his demonic nature to a certain extent!" Wan Sheng said cautiously, "Look at his eyes, they are as bloodthirsty as they were back then, if they start a madness, they may not be able to suppress it for the father! This corpse all over the ground is the best example!"

"There must be a way!" Wan Ting muttered to herself, then turned to leave.

Wan Sheng left an afterimage in place, quickly blocking her way, she hadn't had a family for ten years, and as soon as she met at this moment, it was impossible for him to let Wan Ting leave again.

"Roar!" A terrifying voice came out of Yuan Qi's mouth, and the demonic flames all over his body ignited again, and the killing intent soared to the sky, blocking Wan Ting in front of him at once.

"What do you want to do!" Wan Ting grabbed Yuan Qi and said coldly.

Wan Sheng was surprised, he didn't expect these two people to have such a tacit understanding, with Yuan Qi by Wan Ting's side, he really couldn't force him to stay. However, he was thoughtful, thought for a while, and said: "Ting'er, let Daddy help you! Daddy, I don't dare to say anything else, but I have made a lot of strange people and strange things in this world, so many people think of a way together, it's better than you alone!"

Wan Ting looked at Wan Sheng suspiciously, wanting to distinguish the real from the fake!

"Don't worry! I will not interfere with your actions this time!" Wan Sheng said solemnly, "Dad will order to find these strange people for you! I believe that there will be results soon!"

Wan Ting thought for a moment and finally nodded.

Qingcheng Mountain, at this moment, the high hall of despair is covered with white cloth, in the center of the main hall, where the candlelight flickers, Wan Qing's body lies quietly in the center of the candlelight, and countless Qingcheng disciples and elders around him silently worship.

"Master, you are good to go, the disciple will definitely not live up to your expectations!" Wan Ling said as he knelt in the center and wept.

Suddenly, a fairy light came from outside the door, and everyone looked back, but they all fell silent, and the figure of the extinct person stood and stepped into the gate here.

"He's the fate of the extinction!" After a short silence, many unknown disciples began to talk in low voices.

"Senior nephew!" Cang Song stepped forward, his words full of sarcasm, "Even the funeral of the head of the family is late, some can't say it!"

Yuan Xuan didn't answer, he still walked in the center so quietly, burning three ancient incense sticks in his hand, facing Wan Qing, bowing and worshipping.

"Master called you, why don't you come!" Wan Ling reproached.

"Senior sister!" said in an apologetic voice, "Am I not here!"

"Even the head of the house was late for the funeral, it seems that the head is really confused!" Cang Song suddenly sighed loudly, "I actually let a hairy boy be the head of my Qingcheng!"

"The head has just sat down, don't you respect the head order!" Mo Gao held up a token and said coldly.

"You can't say that!" Cang Song said lightly, "My Qingcheng is also the No. 1 Immortal Sect in the Central Plains, how can I let a disciple who has been in the business for two years be the head of the sect at will." ”

Wan Ling was stunned for a moment, thinking of his master's instructions before he died, and stared at the group of disciples led by Cang Song behind him, secretly blaming himself for inadvertently fueling the arrogance of these opponents. On the other hand, he was very calm, always facing away from everyone, and the three ancient incense sticks in front of him had been half burned unconsciously.

"Joke, the head of the family is not yet in the dust, but you are openly opposing his decision here, Uncle Cangsong, do you want to rebel?" Mo Ti said sharply, she didn't care about it, and her words were amazing, which really shocked many people present.

"The nephew is serious!" staring at the face that was exactly the same as Mo Li, the kind of cold and cold made Cang Song obviously feel uncomfortable, "The head of Qingcheng is related to the safety of the people of the Central Plains, don't be hasty!"

Yuan Xuan crossed Gu Xiang, quietly looked at Wan Qing's remains, and sighed softly: "Is this the first test you gave me!"

"Disciples, before the master died, he was indeed destined to destroy the junior disciple as the next head of the sect!" Although Wan Ling was very angry, she still respected the master's last order, she stood up, and was about to step forward, when she was suddenly stopped by a hand.

Fate extinguished the immortal wind and shimmered capital, slowly came to the center of the people, and confronted Cangsong: "How can Master Cangsong think that I can't be this master!"

"I'm just talking about things, you are still young in seniority, you don't know the general trend of the Central Plains, even if you are a disciple of the head of the family, but in terms of experience, there are still very few!" Cang Song said lightly, "More importantly, the origin of Yuan's nephew is always a mystery. How can such a person of unknown origin be the head of my Qingcheng!"

"Do you think the head of the sect will recognize a person whose origin he doesn't know as a disciple?" Yuan Xuan explained calmly, "As for my qualifications, they are not superficial, but few people know about them, and Ye Zishi can testify to this for me!"

Cang Song glanced at Ye Zishi on the side and did not speak.

"Just now, Uncle Shi said that I don't know the general trend of the Central Plains, and this is a mistake!"

As soon as these words came out, there were countless noisy sounds.

"Is the nephew alarmist?" Cang Song waved his hand, suppressing the noise.

"Definitely!" Yuan Xuan looked at all the Qingcheng disciples present, "It's been ten years, although the Demon Sect has done evil, but it has never attacked Qingcheng Mountain, the reason is that he is afraid of my master, and now that he is gone, I believe that this kind of news will soon reach the ears of the Demon Sect!

"So, you are confident, nephew?" asked Cang Song.

"I don't dare to say anything!But if this tribulation can't be passed, what kind of position can I talk about!" Yuan Xuan shook his head, "Uncle Shi just said that I lack experience, so how about this tribulation as my first experience in the position of the head of the family!"

Cang Song was silent, and quickly measured it in his mind, but the person in front of him was difficult for him to understand, and in the end he still didn't speak, which was a default fate.

Yuan turned his head, and a spiritual light burst out from his eyes, shining on Wan Qing's corpse, only to see Wan Qing's dantian, the colorful light was shining, and an ancient mirror slowly rose into the air, extremely active, it was the phantom moon mirror. However, under a closer look, there are some differences, the seven jewels inlaid by the mirror side illuminate red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, and seven-colored light respectively, communicating the crescent moon in the mirror, making a mirror sound, and the crescent moon exudes a soft light, filling the entire hall of despair.

Everyone was surprised, under the light of the light, they all felt peaceful, the panic just now disappeared without a trace, and what was even more amazing was that their stagnant cultivation actually had a faint upward trend.

Ling'er looked at the Phantom Moon Mirror blankly, for so many years, the master had never used the Phantom Moon Mirror, as if it had been forgotten, and it was not until today that she understood that this Phantom Moon Mirror had already had a new owner.

"Everyone!" the voice of Yuan Xuan came, "I am temporarily the head of Qingcheng, and this head of Gong Yu is still kept by Senior Sister Wan Ling until the end of this catastrophe!"

Hearing this, they all acquiesced in the words of fate, and such a critical order indicates that a catastrophe is coming, and it also determines the fate of the righteous path.

Mingshan, in a secret room, Yuan Qi sat at the table, he was dressed in black, there was a vague aura of slaughter, and the Minghuang sword was tightly held in his hand, as if condensed into one.

"Alas!" sighed, Wan Ting held a towel in her hand and gently wiped her forehead, "Anyway, you will definitely get better!"

"Boom!" a roar sounded, and a woman in black, wearing a veil, walked in.

"Who are you!" Wan Ting was on guard, subconsciously stopping in front of Yuan Qi.

"Sister doesn't know me La!" a soft and comfortable voice came, and he couldn't see his face clearly, the only thing he could see was a pair of deep and smart eyes.

"Are you Ningxin?" Wan Ting asked suspiciously.

"It seems that you still remember that there is such a person as me!" Ning Xin stepped forward and looked at Yuan Qi deeply.

"Don't come here!" Wan Ting stopped her, worried about her and afraid that Yuan Qi would suddenly go crazy.

"What's wrong with him?" Ning Xin paused, "Where did you find him!"

"I don't know either!" Wan Ting shook her head and glanced at Yuan Qi, "I went to Penglai!"

"Huh!" Ning Xin nodded and stepped forward again.

"Be careful!" Wan Ting said worriedly, "He's very unstable now!"

"It's okay!" Ning Xin was very calm, stretched out a palm, and gently caught Yuan Qi's pulse.

Yuan Qi suddenly shook violently, a bloody light appeared in his eyes, and he immediately shook Ning Xin, and the pitch-black veil fell to the ground in an instant, revealing a terrifying face.

"Ning Xin, your face!" Wan Ting was shocked.