Qingcheng Mountain Range, vast and awe-inspiring, countless peaks and peaks in the mountains, hidden, many secrets, even if Qingcheng Gate is located here for thousands of years, it is not necessarily possible to completely understand here.

For hundreds of years, Qingchengmen has worked hard, generation after generation, how many outstanding people have appeared, suppressed countless evil demons and crooked ways, and now, it has become an insurmountable curse in the Central Plains.

In the past ten years, although the Demon Sect has done a lot of evil and occupied most of the land in the Central Plains, it has never dared to mention the word hegemony, because of the Qingcheng Gate, it has always stood there, even if it is lonely, it is still like a weighing stone, and it falls heavily in their hearts.

"Are you ready?" Shangqing Hall, Yuan Zhi stood in it, and he never touched the high position of the head in front of him. In the main hall, there was a depressing atmosphere, and the people present were all high-level people in Qingcheng.

"The various arrays and personnel arrangements have been completed!" Ye Zishi stepped forward and said, "Moreover, I just found out that the Bodhi Temple has also sent disciples here!"

"Huh?" Yuan Xuan was surprised, "Over the years, I heard that they have been fighting with the Five Poison Sect for many years, and now they still have this spare strength, it seems that they have a profound background!"

"It's nothing strange that the lips are dead and the teeth are cold!" Feng Luo was still in a rough posture as before, and the scars on his face made him look a little hideous, and he said to Yuan Xuan, "Boy, are you sure!"

"Bold!" Mo Ti saw that someone was rude to fate, and he was about to step forward.

Yuan Xuan smiled, stretched out his hand to stop her, and said lightly: "Uncle Shi is calm for a while, the Demon Sect is arrogant, and it will depend on Uncle Shi when the time comes!"

"People of the Demon Sect, it's not a pity to die!" When it comes to the Demon Sect, the face is full of murderous energy, and everyone present knows that after the death of Yunfan, he is a little crazy, and in the past ten years, his whereabouts have been erratic, and it is said that he has gone down the mountain to kill many demon disciples.

Seeing the surge in the spirit of murder, Yuan Xuan frowned, since Wan Qing's death, I am afraid that it will be difficult for someone to suppress this person.

"Oh no!" a disciple outside the door ran over, "The Demon Sect has gone up the mountain!"

"It seems that the Demon Sect's attack is much earlier than expected!" Cang Song said.

Yuan Xuan nodded: "This battle, don't be rash, everyone go down and prepare!"

"Farewell!" said the crowd.

In the blink of an eye, there were only a few people left in the Shangqing Palace, Cangsong Yezi, Shimoti and Ling'er.

"Senior nephew, are you sure!" Cang Song asked, but seeing that the fate was extinguished, as if he was in a daze, as if he had something on his mind, he shouted softly again, "Senior nephew, senior nephew!"

"Eh!" Yuan Xuan suddenly reacted and said, "Uncle Shi, you should also go down and prepare first!"

"The old man retires!" Cang Song took a deep look at the fate and turned to leave.

"A group of guys with no one in their eyes!" staring at the figures of Cang Song and the others leaving, Mo Ti stood up and said.

Ling'er looked at Mo Ti in surprise, the personality of the person in front of her and Mo Li was really very different, and the kind of coldness that revealed the bone marrow made people shudder.

"Master!" Ye Zishi stepped forward, "Have you thought about it? If you do that, I don't know what effect it will have on you!"

"It's okay!" Yuan Xuan smiled, "After all, I promised Master to protect Qingcheng well, if I am forced there, I can't care about anything!"

"It's hard for you!" Ye Zishi stretched out her hand and patted Yuan's shoulder.

"What are you talking about, I don't understand!" Ling'er asked suspiciously.

Yuan Xuan didn't answer, glanced at the high position of the head, and sighed deeply: "The position of the head of Qingcheng is indeed not so simple!"

Jiejian Cliff is the only place to lead to Qingcheng, such a heavy place, but today it ushered in a difficult test, and the black suppressed demons stood there, exuding a monstrous aura of slaughter.

"It's been ten years, I can't imagine that I'm back here again!" Wan Ting wore a pitch-black veil on her head, hidden among the many demons, looked at the familiar place, and let out a sigh.

"This place is only an important place in Qingcheng, and it is still far from the main peak!" Wan Sheng stared at the tall stone tablet in front of him a little confused, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Brother Wan is humble, now that you and I have joined forces, don't say it's here, in a while we can go to the Palace of Despair to drink tea!" the poison god smiled.

Wan Sheng said indifferently: "Brother Poison, this week's first formation was formed by the evolution of the Qingcheng Patriarch with the Five Elements Technique, and it has a close connection with the Absolute Affection Palace, I haven't sent someone to investigate it for so many years, and it will be difficult to break it!"

"Having said that, but now that Wan Qing is dead, this formation has lost its original power!" said the poison god, "Moreover, you look at the corpses and bones all over the ground, after years of wearing, this formation has long existed in name only!"

"I'll try it!" Tianji stepped forward, stretched out her palm, and gently touched the magic circle, and a secret power was slowly injected into it through her arm, and it was vaguely visible that the cyan magic circle, centered on her palm, was flooded with waves.

"How?" asked the poison god.

"But it's a rare magic circle!But it's too weak now!" Tianji nodded, was silent for a moment, took a deep breath, and pressed straight on the magic circle with a touch of pitch black in her palm, mixed with a hint of corrosive aura.

"Is this a spell in the witch path?" Wan Sheng was surprised, "You actually practiced the witch way!"

"All kinds of Dao methods have the same path! Brother Wan don't be surprised!" the poison god said lightly.

As everyone saw, the corrosive aura began to spread, not only dyeing the circle black, but even the grass and trees here were also sapling, and they withered in the blink of an eye.

"Is this the Savage Witch Dao?" In the Hall of Despair, Yuan Xuan was dressed in white, the whole person looked fresh and elegant, and an ancient mirror stood in the void in front of him, showing the scene on the sword cliff.

"Senior brother, is there a way!" Ling'er asked, standing beside him.

Yuan Xuan's expression was indifferent, looking at the engraved array seals on the surrounding walls, which were gradually dyed with a layer of pitch black, and said, "This barbaric witch way, although it is not as clever as my Central Plains Dao, but it is full of weirdness and ominousness, but it should not be underestimated!"

Yuan was extinguished, and a golden aura burst out from his eyes, which quickly spread along those formation marks.

"Bang!" There was a loud bang on the sword cliff, and the dark aura of the magic circle was forced back by a golden light in the blink of an eye, and a powerful anti-shock force shook Tianji away at once.

Tianji looked at the Ruthless Hall in the sky: "I can't imagine that there are still people in Qingcheng Mountain who know how to operate this formation!"

Who could it be, everyone was surprised. After a long time, Wan Sheng guessed: "Could it be the new head!"

"It doesn't matter who it is!" the poison god said as he stared at Tenhime, "but there is another way!"

"There's another way to try!" Tenhime hesitated for a moment and pulled out a black rain of arrows from her bosom.

"What is this!" Wan Sheng frowned, and he felt a hint of danger in the rain of arrows.

Tianji shook her head and didn't answer, she bit her finger, and a drop of red blood fell on it, and suddenly, the black light on the arrow rain was even better: "This arrow needs to drink the essence blood of the strong to exert the greatest power!"

The poison god nodded, and in the same way, dripped his own blood.

In the Hall of Despair, the pupils of Yuan Xuan were constricted, staring at the dark arrow rain in Tianji's hand, and his eyes were full of taboo.

"What's that?" Ling'er said with a frightened face.

Ling'er's words seemed to remind him of the extinction, he opened his hands, and a golden arrow rain also appeared, and under a closer look, the two arrow rains were exactly the same except for the difference in color.

"I don't know what it is, but with such a powerful force, I'm afraid it's going to be difficult to support this week!" said Yuanxuan.

"Then what should we do!" Ling'er said.

"Senior sister, are you afraid!" Yuan Xuan suddenly laughed.

Ling'er was stunned for a moment, looked at Yuan Xuan and suddenly looked at herself, her face suddenly turned red, she straightened her chest, and said, "Don't be afraid!"

"Hehe!" Yuan Xuan said with a smile, "Ten years of consumption, this Sunday has already existed in name only, not to mention, just guarding a sect for a while, but it is a bit too child's play!"

"Then we can't sit still!" Ling'er looked at the dark arrow rain in the phantom moon mirror, as if the bow and arrow had been put on it, and suddenly felt nervous.

"Don't be nervous!" A bow and arrow also appeared in Yuan Xuan's hand, looked at Ling'er, and said, "Come, this first arrow will be handed over to Senior Sister!"

Ling'er saw that Yuan Xuan's expression was solemn, not like he was joking, gritted his teeth, picked up the bow and arrow in one hand, and put the golden arrow rain on it.

"Don't worry!It's okay!" Yuan Xuan stood behind her, and the powerful spiritual power instantly wrapped her tightly, "Come on!"

Ling'er's face was flushed, and she felt that her back was tightly pressed against her back, and a strong spiritual power quickly poured into her body, making her feel extremely powerful.

"Ahh

Jiejian Cliff, with a loud bang, the collision of two arrows rained, setting off a huge wind and wave, shaking countless demons, Tianji put away the arrow rain, stared at the front of him, the golden color, his face changed greatly, as if he had seen something terrifying.

The golden aura expanded and contracted, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the hall of despair.

"That's!" Wan Ting came back to her senses, and suddenly felt that golden breath was very familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere.

Ning Xin grabbed Wan Ting, glanced at Yuan Qi, and said, "Hide quickly, the killing aura here is too heavy!"

"Uh! good!" Wan Ting nodded and grabbed Yuan Qi, "I'm familiar with this place, come with me!"

The big war is coming, in the sword cliff, for a while, the sword light and sword shadow, this time, the Demon Sect is well prepared, on the other hand, Qingcheng is there, and the battle and retreat, there is actually a tendency to give up here.

"Go this way!" In the midst of the chaotic battle, Wan Ting took Ning Xin and Yuan Qi to find an opportunity to sneak into the mountains of Qingcheng.

"Where is this!" Ning Xin saw Wan Ting take them to a courtyard.

"Sword Pavilion!" Wan Ting said, "When the Sword Elder left, this Sword Pavilion also became empty, and no one would care about this place in the Qingcheng War!"

Wan Ting looked at Yuan Qi beside her and said in a low voice, "Yuan Qi, do you remember here?"

Yuan Qi's expression was touched, and the familiar scene seemed to remind him of something.

"It works!" Wan Ting was pleasantly surprised, and a smile finally appeared on her sad face, "If you experience his past again, maybe you can really cure him!"

Ning Xin was also very happy, "Then let's go and have a look first!"

"Hmm!" Wan Ting nodded, pulled Yuan Qi, and walked forward.

"Huh! no!" Ning Xin said suddenly, "Someone has sealed this place!"

"No!" Wan Ting was shocked, she had personally witnessed the abandonment of the Sword Pavilion, since Yuan Qi left, no one would come here.

"Stand back!" Ning Xin reached out and picked up a stone and threw it towards the gate.

"Knock!" A breaking wave appeared at the gate of the Sword Pavilion, which was the unique power of the magic circle, surrounding this place.

"Fortunately, I didn't touch the Dao Array!" Ning Xin observed carefully, "This Circle is a bit strange, it is closely connected with the person who casts the array, if it is rashly touched, it will definitely make this person feel something!"

"Who could it be?" Wan Ting said, "Could it be that Qingcheng has had a new sword-wielding elder all these years!"

"Don't care who it is, where else can I hide!" Ning Xin said.

"Then there is the Houshan Bamboo Forest!" Wan Ting hesitated for a moment and walked slowly, "Come with me!"

Qingcheng Mountain, the offensive of the Demon Sect is faster than ever, and the loss of the Sword Cliff makes the demons more unscrupulous, and the war soon spreads to the main peak of Qingcheng.

On the main peak of Qingcheng, on the central square, a tall stone sword is firmly inserted there, which is the stone sword enshrined in the blessing ceremony of the Mu Sword Festival. Below it, the demonic qi surged, and the figures appeared there, which were none other than the Ten Thousand Saints, the Poison God, the Poison Punishment, the Tianchi Blood Demon, the Heavenly Ji, the Golden Tooth, the Ning Disciple and others.

"I can't imagine that one day we will also come here!" The poison god looked at this majestic Qingcheng Gate from afar, that majestic momentum, even if he had been in the Demon Sect for many years, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Such an immortal place, how can this gang of mediocre people in Qingcheng deserve to have!"

Wan Sheng's eyes were deep, and he gently stroked the huge stone sword in front of him, remembering that back then, Yun Shao was here, pierced through his chest by Wan Qing's sword, and nailed to this stone sword, this kind of scene woke him up in his dream countless times.

"Qingcheng!" Wan Sheng said silently.

"What is this!" Tianji pointed to the temple of despair in the clouds and mist above, and said, "The top is the real fairyland!"

"Haha! good!" the poison god laughed and gestured to the poison torture beside him.

"Brothers, give it to me!" Torture nodded, grinning evilly, and gave the order to charge.

Countless demons roared, and in the blink of an eye, they disappeared into the golden houses and green tiles in front of them.

"When~When~" The faint bell rang, and in the Shangqing Palace, four figures broke through the clouds, and in a blink of an eye, countless demons were killed, it was Cangsong, Gu Feng, Fenglu, and the Fa Xiang of Bodhi Temple!"

"Why is there someone from the Bodhi Temple!" Wan Sheng glanced at the poison god, everyone knew that over the years, the Five Poison Sect had been fighting with the Bodhi Temple.

"Hmph! Those bald donkeys are blessed with great fortunes, relying on the magic weapon left behind by Bodhi, so they can only survive here! When they go back, they will definitely be broken into thousands of pieces!" said the poison god indifferently.

"Rabble!" Tenhime sneered, and the Nine Spider Thorns appeared in her right hand, hooking up their clever paw prints, and rushed out first.

"Let's end this early!" The Poison God and Wan Sheng glanced at each other, each took out a magic weapon, led a group of core disciples, and attacked.

There is no doubt that these people are powerful, and in the face of the four people in Qingcheng, they have the tendency to destroy and decay, and slowly force them to the Shangqing Palace.

"Wan Qing is dead!Qingcheng Gate, it's time to end!" Wan Sheng shouted, and the huge sound wave replied throughout Qingcheng Mountain, and a group of Qingcheng disciples suddenly felt fear in their hearts.

"Wan Sheng, you traitor to Qingcheng, my Qingcheng Gate will never compromise!" Cang Song shouted, he held a sword in his hand, entangled with Wan Sheng, but he was finally defeated, and retreated frequently.

"Joke, when you expelled me from the division, you should have thought of this day!" Wan Sheng sneered, and his methods became even more clever.

"Haha! After Wan Qing died, did you really have no successor in Qingcheng Mountain!" the poison god laughed, suppressing the ancient madness without the slightest backhand, "This mysterious thousand years, the time for my demon sect to unify the Central Plains has finally come!"

"Who said that there is no successor to my Qingcheng!" In the sky above, in the high hall of despair, a crimson sword qi fell abruptly, turning into a fire dragon, shuttling among everyone, not only resolving the difficulties of several people, but also shocking the torture and others, and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Yuan extinguished the white clothes fluttering, a fairy aura permeated his body, his temperament was detached, his eyes were sharp, behind him, Wan Ling, Mo Ti, the two followed, for a time not only shocked the people of the Demon Sect, but even the disciples of Qingcheng also looked solemn. The fire dragon rolled, turned into a red divine sword, and flew back into his hand, which was the fourth of the top ten artifacts.

"I Qingcheng should be immortal!"