Fenghui Mountain, looking at the moon platform.

On the carved dragon stone pillar, nearly 100 monks sat upright, white clothes fluttering, Yicai flying, the vast heaven and earth aura was attracted by the formation, gathered in the meantime.

For thousands of years, the disciples of Fenghui Mountain have been meditating here for many years.

Today, they are doing their homework here, polishing their true qi, hoping that one day they will be able to congenitally complete and break through the door of the Dao Foundation in order to seek the Great Dao.

At this time, two figures were rushing from the bottom of the mountain, when the head of the person was dressed in a strong suit, the body was exquisite, the appearance was beautiful, just jumped on the platform, and he shouted coquettishly, breaking the tranquility of this place.

"Senior brothers, there are changes in the secret realm of the back mountain, there are demons and demons stealing from the secret realm, possessing the same disciples who are in it, and please quickly report to the Ming Sect and go to kill the demons!"

Tu Shanshu's voice was loud, and she even carried her true qi, stirring up sound waves on this moon platform.

The tranquility was broken, and the white-clothed monks on the stone pillar opened their eyes in unison, and a few of them were confused, as if they had not yet understood the meaning of Tu Shanshu's words.

And more, it is cold, like the cold winter of Lajiu, and the eyes are falling, which makes Tu Shanshu's heart cold.

'Not good!'

Zhuge Qing'er's body tightened as soon as she followed behind, and a huge invisible force had fallen from the sky and pressed straight on her body.

Even his breathing seemed to stagnate suddenly.

'What's going on?'

"Senior sister, what do you mean by what you say?"

On the stone pillar, a senior brother slowly stood up, looking down with doubts in his eyes, but he saw full of horror in the other party's eyes.

"Teacher......"

"Poof......

A hazy clear light pierced out from behind, and the sword intent was melodious, fluttering lightly through his chest, leaving a hole the size of a bowl on his body, and with a slight fold, it once again twisted the disciple on a stone pillar not far away into two.

"Zheng ......"

At the same time, the sound of the sword on the moon platform roared softly, and dozens of sword lights of various colors inadvertently came out, tossing and turning on the carved dragon stone pillar, blooming colorfully, the sword light was beautiful, but with a cold killing machine.

And one by one, the white-clothed monks, before they came back to their senses, ushered in the merciless slaughter of the people next to them!

"Let's go!"

Tu Shanshu's face was distorted, she suddenly roared, turned around and grabbed Zhuge Qing'er and ran down the mountain.

Above, dozens of white-clothed monks stood with swords, glanced at each other, and dispersed silently, with cold murderous intentions, and fled towards all parts of Fenghui Mountain.

A cold, merciless command echoed in their minds.

"Kill everyone, blood sacrifice!"

Fenghui Mountain foothills.

The road up the mountain is rugged and steep, and the path is high and hidden in the clouds and mist, extending to nowhere.

On this day, a woman with a long sword at her waist was stepping into the mountain road, walking leisurely and slowly towards the top of the mountain.

This woman is elegant and vulgar, with a light and spiritual aura, and her eyes are like a pool of clear water, revealing purity and clarity.

Dressed in a long white robe, looking forward to Yan, walking on this dangerous road in the mountains, this woman has no ordinary panic at all, but has leisure to look around left and right, listen to the wind and enjoy the scenery.

Compared to the detached momentum of this woman's body, the long sword at her waist is extremely incompatible.

The hilt of the sword is like a tangle of white bones, the form is strange, there is a gray air circulation, and the hilt and scabbard are full of ominous meaning.

"Huh? It's a lively day. ”

Walking halfway up the mountain, this woman raised her head slightly, and the halo in her beautiful eyes flickered, as if she could see the scene on the high mountain through the heavy clouds.

"Whew...... For...... Wow......"

The mountain is steep, and the speed of descent should not be too fast, this is common sense, but at this time, the footsteps from above are full of urgency, and the speed is even more amazing, which also makes the woman's face move slightly.

"Run, run!"

The murderous aura from the rear was coming, Zhuge Qing'er clenched her silver teeth, and rushed towards the bottom of the mountain with the pale Tu Shanshu on her back.

In the midst of the wild running, her body also changed slightly, her feet were like suction cups, every step was tightly attached to the mountain rocks, and every step was like a spring, pushing her body forward quickly.

This speed was the key to the two of them escaping from the chaos on the mountain. But the danger is still looming step by step, because there is already a Daoji monk Edgeworth chasing after him.

Breaking through the clouds and mist in the mountains, the mist pulled out wisps of filament behind him, and on the mountain road ahead, suddenly there was an extra figure.

"Get out of the way!"

Zhuge Qing'er's expression changed, and she hurriedly shouted.

"Run! The people on the hill are crazy!"

"Huh?"

The woman's eyes in the way moved, and her eyes looked straight up through Zhuge Qing'er, and at this time, a red light was breaking through the clouds and mist, and she had already come behind Zhuge Qing'er.

"Jingle Bell ......"

The long sword on the woman's waist was automatic without wind, and she wanted to get out of the sheath, but she saw Zhuge Qing'er above roaring, her footsteps stopped, and she reflexively blasted out backwards.

"Bang ......"

The air wave shook in the air, Zhuge Qing'er spurted blood from her mouth and fell downward, and the red light also showed the body of the flying sword, swaying in place, and it seemed that she was not lightly injured.

"Huh?"

The woman's face moved slightly at this time, her eyes moved to the stick in Zhuge Qing'er's hand, and her eyes changed several times at this moment, and finally showed a faint smile.

"It turned out to be her, but it didn't look like the rumors at all?"

"Run, run!"

As soon as she landed, Zhuge Qing'er didn't care about touching the blood from the corner of her mouth, so she shouted eagerly at the woman, and her eyes were full of tears.

Along the way, she has seen too many lives disappear in front of her eyes, and for her, who has been living in a happy home, it is good that her spirit has not collapsed.

"No, you just let it go. ”

The woman smiled indifferently, stepped lightly, and the whole person had turned into a series of afterimages, appearing in front of her in an instant from dozens of feet away.

"Ding......

The gray halo flashed, the long sword on the woman's waist was still out of the sheath, and the tail of the sword was like a spirit snake spitting out a letter, flickering uncertainly, flashing in the air, and it had already collided with the attacking fiery red flying sword dozens of times.

"Senior, please stop! The sect has an order, except for the Law Enforcement Hall's confirmation, no one is allowed to kill a disciple without permission!"

The woman's voice was cold, and her cultivation should also be innate, but in the face of the Daoji monk who came quickly, she was not afraid at all, and she was even more sword-wing, and she did not fall behind.

"Sect?hum!"

The green shirt fluttered, and a middle-aged monk stepped into the air, and the fiery red magic sword swung around with the sound, flying around his body.

"My Fenghui Mountain lineage, thousands of years ago, I no longer belonged to the Sword Sect!"

"Why did the seniors say this?"

The woman was stunned and looked at each other in disbelief.

"I don't understand, go down and ask your dead elders!"

The middle-aged monk sneered, stretched out his fingers lightly, and the flying sword in front of him had turned into a flash of fire, rushing towards the three of them.

"Nourishing ......"

A fire cloud the size of an acre appeared out of thin air, completely enveloping the place, and rolling magma poured down the mountain.

"Woo......"

In the fire clouds, there seemed to be a whining and screaming, and a cold aura actually made the middle-aged monk above stiffen.

As if he had thought of something, his expression changed suddenly.

"Bad, impermanence......"

"Soul rejection!"

Drink it lightly, the voice is as crisp as a bell, but it has an extreme coldness that does not belong to the world.

A gray sword light swept into the air, and the middle-aged monk above had already fallen silently, dead and dead!

"I'm sorry, but the juniors can't control this sword yet. ”

The fire cloud dissipated, and the face of the woman standing with the sword was like frost, although she was sorry in her mouth, but her expression showed no guilt.

"What's going on in the mountains?"

Turning her head, she looked directly at Zhuge Qing'er and the others, and her bright eyes were extremely cold at this moment, which was daunting.

"Mountain...... The people on the mountain are crazy! They are all crazy! They are killing, they are all killing! Blood, all blood!"

Zhuge Qing'er's body trembled, and she pointed upwards with a trembling hand, and her expression finally regained a little clarity.

"To give the Master Gate, the Master Gate, the Phoenix Back Mountain...... It's over!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhuge Qing'er was already kneeling on her knees, tears welling up in her eyes.

The woman's eyes narrowed, and she suddenly pulled her sword out of the sheath again, and a sword light that trembled for thousands of miles soared straight into the sky!