The road eliminates demons and is trapped in a corner.

The door of the Yuqing Hall was open, and the people of the Demon Sect who were black and oppressive outside swarmed in, flooding the Qingyun disciples outside the hall like a flood, and a few powerful rays tore through the black tide but were wrapped in more Demon Sect disciples, how could the battle of life and death allow you to cast spells and chant spells?

Lu Xueqi had Tianya in his hand, but he didn't have time to use the 'Divine Sword and Thunder True Technique', and even Lin Jingyu was interrupted by the continuous attacks of the 'Killing Ghosts and Gods' sword move.

Among them, people like Zeng Shushu, Qi Hao, Song Daren and others could only form a formation in three or five before they could block more and more demon sects from coming to the enemy.

Unlike the fierce fighting outside the hall, there was a dead silence inside the Yuqing Palace, only Zhou Bai's gentle pacing fell into everyone's ears, "Is there really only one link missing? Zhou Bai stood proudly, and the coercion poured out out of thin air, causing everyone present to look sideways at him.

"There are four sects of the Demon Sect, why only three sects come?" Zhou Bai's eyes were indifferent, as if he had seen through everything in the world, which made the poison god's heart move and stopped Yuyangzi, who was about to make a move.

"I think that before you make a move, the Ghost King must have made a careful plan, and the plan is extremely detailed, and he is the only one who performs it. Zhou Bai looked at the poison god, the person present was the key, and the only one who was not infected by the demon seed.

The poison god sneered, "Where did you come from, junior, how can you be allowed to speak out here?"

Zhou Bai ignored the poisonous god's evil words, and turned his head to look at Cang Song, "Everyone knows about the annihilation of Huqi Mountain, and you must also know the power of the black mist, have you ever thought that the ghost king knows that I have a secret technique to contain the black mist, and he still wants to send you to the Yuqing Palace?"

Cang Song frowned, his face full of displeasure, "I only have a cooperative relationship with the Ghost King Sect, and he can't send me." ”

Zhou Bai smiled and said, "But you still came, made cannon fodder for him, and attracted the attention of all the disciples of Qingyun for him." ”

The poison god's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he recognized Zhou Bai, the murderous intent flashed, and he said in a condensed voice, "You are Zhang Xiaofan?

Zhou Bai sighed and said with some unwillingness, "If I can, I hope that the person who died is not Qin Wuyan." Zhou Bai's tone made the killing intent in the poison god's heart even stronger.

"Good!good!good!" the poison god said three times in a row, each of which was cold and murderous. "Since you 'mistakenly killed' Wuyan, then I will send you to make amends with him today!"

The words of the poison god sounded the clarion call for war, and for a while, several magic weapons smashed towards Zhou Bai, and the rumbling explosion shattered the remaining bricks and tiles, and several stone pillars fell down with a bang, and the Yuqing Palace, which had stood on the top of Tongtian Peak for countless years, collapsed half of it under the combined force of several people from the Demon Sect.

Smoke and dust are everywhere, and rubble is flying.

Tian Buyi, who had already received Zhou Bai's transmission, took the opportunity to escort Dao Xuan to break through, and avoided the sight of the poison god and others through the ruins of bricks and stones.

"Scatter!" Cangsong Daoren's long sleeves waved, and the dust in the sky was swept away by the waving wind, and the front of several people suddenly cleared, and the poison god found Dao Xuan who wanted to escape, Cangsong's face was gloomy, and the hatred in his eyes was undisguised.

"Poison God, leave this kid to you, I'll intercept and kill Cangsong!"

The poison god nodded, and was about to respond, but saw a black long sword blocking in front of Cang Song.

The body of the sword was as black as ink, and the person holding the sword was also an inky humanoid.

Zhou Bai shook his head and smiled: "Uncle Cangsong, let's stay here." Although he knew that there were ten thousand swords in the back mountain, he still stopped the Cangsong Daoist, since the instrument spirit made a move, this Cangsong must be an outcast.

Thinking back to the words and deeds of the ghost doctor in Huqi Mountain, how could Zhou Bai not prevent the ghost king from repeating his old tricks.

"You're not easy. The poison god's eyes shrank, and he took a deep look at the ink shadow in front of Cang Song, this figure was not Zhou Bai in front of him, but very much like another person, 'Qin Wuyan'.

The prisoner's soul drives the demon seed, this method is the same as that of the ghost king, and the contempt on the face of the poison god disappears, replaced by a bit of caution, and a trace of jealousy.

"What is your relationship with the Ghost King?" Yuyangzi also recognized the figure in front of Cang Song, and couldn't help but exclaim.

With the 'Xuanguang Mirror' mutually, the combined force of the people did not hurt Zhou Bai, the pale yellow light flowed slowly, and Zhou Bai reached out to the void, as if holding an invisible sword in the air.

The sword is invisible, but the meaning is shapely.

The dazzling red light rose into the sky, and everyone present turned sideways to avoid it, not daring to look directly at it, and even Baguio, who was far away from the heavy mountain, was stunned and muttered, "What kind of sword is this?"

Youji's veil had already fallen, and her beautiful face was full of disbelief, "This is not Zhu Xian, not Zhu Xian." She had heard of and seen the power of the Zhuxian Sword, which was different from the earth-destroying and violent demonic nature of Zhuxian, but gave people a sense of awe that pushed all things and trembled their souls.

When did Qingyun have a fairy sword that was not under the power of Zhu Xian?!Youji looked at Qingyun Mountain with a pale face, and the shouting and killing there stopped at some point, presumably they who were close to them could better appreciate this supreme coercion, right?

The mountain behind the Tsutenbon.

When drifting from the dark clouds to Tongtian Peak, Wan Jianyi stopped the broom in his hand, and on his withered face, the wrinkles were as deep as a knife cut, and he sighed, Wan Jianyi said softly, "This place is the ancestral hall of the ancestors of Qingyun in the past dynasties, and the Taoist friends please retreat." ”

The breeze blows, the fallen leaves are scattered, different from the fighting roar in front of the Yuqing Palace, the bluestone steps are clear and quiet, and the rustling of branches and leaves hides the whispers of the old man.

Wan Jian didn't move, and even his breathing quietly disappeared, and the whole person was like a piece of gravel in the courtyard, a pile of dead wood.

The man didn't leave, and he wouldn't move.

At this moment, the person who sneaked into the back mountain is not a friend or foe, and his qi is restrained, and his intention is on the sword.

"It's worthy of Wan Jianyi, I thought that the Zhuxian Demon Sword had eroded your cultivation and overdrawn your consciousness, but I didn't want to let your realm reach the unity of heaven and man after years of tempering. An emotionless voice said words of admiration, and a person suddenly appeared in front of Wan Jian.

If the ten thousand swords just now are gravel and dead wood, then this person must be exactly the same gravel as him.

Looking at the black-robed middle-aged man who appeared out of thin air, Wan Jianyi was not surprised, the broom was more than five feet long, and the middle-aged man in front of him was four feet away from him.

Why should he be surprised, why should he be afraid?

"Are you ten thousand people?" Wan Jianyi's brilliant eyes flashed with a trace of doubt, the ten thousand people in his memory were not the person in front of him, his appearance could be similar, but his breath and eyes could not be imitated.

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, glanced blankly at the broom in the hands of ten thousand people, and said with a smile, "Let's forget it." ”

As soon as the words fell, a cold sword was reflected in his eyes, and looking at the broom that split the face, the ten thousand people suddenly disappeared, and he took more than five steps back.

The broom in his eyes is Wan Jianyi's sword, as long as Wan Jianyi is still holding the sword, the odds of winning ten thousand people are less than fifty percent.