When the huge tower door closed again, Wei Jing's figure disappeared from everyone's eyes. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

This time, it is life and death apart, never to see again, even if there is a demon sword in hand, if you want to kill the Heavenly Demon Emperor, it is almost a fantasy, everyone knows that once you step into the lock demon tower, you will inevitably be sent to death.

"Woo, brother. Mingcheng half-knelt on the ground, crying out mournfully, and the five elders stared into the distance for a long time, not knowing what they were thinking.

"Humanity is slim, and the fairy road is boundless.

Ghosts are happy, and they are the door of life.

The immortal road is noble, and the ghost road is expensive.

The fairy road is often auspicious, and the ghost road is often self-murderous.

Gao Shangqing Lingmei, sad song Lang space, I hope that the heavens will be successful, do not want to be humane and poor, the northern capital of Quanmiao Mansion, there are ten thousand ghost groups, but want to curb people's calculations, cut off the door of human life, a human song cave chapter, to take the north Luo Xu, recite the demon spirit, cut off the six ghost peaks, the weather is swinging, my road is prosperous"

Around the Lock Demon Tower, all the Shushan disciples sat cross-legged on the ground, pinching their hands together, their faces were plain, and their mouths kept reciting the Sutra of Saving People over and over again, and the breath of sadness hovered in the sky, a cloud of clouds was thick, and a cold wind suddenly rose.

"Boom"

A stick of incense was not enough, and an incomparable sword momentum rushed out from the lock demon tower, stirring up the wind and clouds, suppressing the Quartet, and the violent murderous aura permeated the tower, impacting the rich sealing power, a bright sword light erupted from it, and the invisible heaven and earth aura turned into a sharp sword qi flying around, this kind of sword cultivation is already the top in the world, and there are few opponents.

Immediately after that, from the bottom of the Lock Demon Tower, there was an endless miserable scream, and the powerful demon qi was like a tide, slapping on the surrounding walls, making a dull roar. But with the joint efforts of all the people in Shushan, it soon became calm.

This scream lasted for seven or four hundred and forty-nine days before it finally stopped, all the demonic qi dissipated, the sword light was extinguished, the sword momentum was shattered, and the slightest breath of the Heavenly Demon Emperor and Wei Jing could no longer be felt. The brilliance on the seal also faded, and the lock demon tower returned to its previous appearance, no one would have thought that in this, tens of thousands of demon demons and the emperor of the demon world would be killed.

The sky was overcast and windless, and the top of the mountain had almost been cleaned up, and the disciples of Shushan were busy rebuilding the mountain gate.

Several figures came together, and finally stopped in front of the Lock Demon Tower, it was the five elders of Shushan and the new head Ming Cheng.

"Master, Senior Brother, is he really hopeless?"

"Hmm" Tianxuan smiled bitterly, his eyes full of sadness.

"Alas, only respect's life card is broken, but there is no hope of survival. ”

Tianxin's gaze lingered for a long time, staring straight at the Lock Demon Tower.

Wei Jing is the most proud disciple of their Shushan in a hundred years, if he does not fall, he will definitely be able to lead the sect to continue its glory, but it will be damaged by the hands of the Heavenly Demon Emperor, if he can, he is even willing to exchange his life for him.

"Time, life, it's useless for me to have to let their masters and apprentices take responsibility. After half a ring, Tianxin retracted his gaze, and his already aging body was even more depressed.

The five of them had fought with the masters of the demon clan before, and then urged the Five Spirit Array, and most of their Shouyuan had already been overdrawn, and their beards and hair were all white, so that time was running out.

"Remember, Mingcheng, don't let down their sacrifices, you must let the Shushan Sword Sect regain its glory, otherwise, even if we die, we won't be blind. ”

After saying "cough cough", Tianxuan couldn't stop coughing, and a trace of blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth.

"Master, are you alright?"

Mingcheng hurriedly held him up.

"It's okay, you go back first, there are still a lot of things to deal with, so let's let these five old guys accompany Senior Brother Daoyi here." ”

Tianxuan shook his head and said.

"Master, then you take care of your body."

The demon world besieged the Shushan Sword Sect, the world was shocked, the head of Shushan Dao a real person fought to the death of the Heavenly Demon Emperor, and finally sacrificed the demon sword, sealed all the demon clans into the lock demon tower, and there were more white-clothed sword fairies, holding the demon sword, entering the tower alone, killing the demon emperor, both of them fell, and it was rumored to be the swan song of the world for a while.

However, all the sects never mentioned the matter of support, and Shushan did not mention it, but only spread the word to the world and closed the mountain gate for 20 years.

Since then, there are few Shushan swordsmen in the world, and other sects in the immortal cultivation world are happy to see it, and they have opened the mountain gate and accepted disciples, and after this battle, the strength of the demon world has been greatly damaged, and the world is prosperous in the powerless to intrude on the human world.

The fall of Dao Yi and Wei Jing has caused the lack of high-end combat power of the Shushan Sword Sect, and the new generation of disciples have not fully grown up, and what's worse is that the five elders also died one after another a few years later, and the last pillar of the Shushan Sword Sect has also arrived.

In this case, the Shushan Sword Sect that used to dominate the human world has long since fallen into a second-rate sect, and closing the mountain is the best choice.

During this time, no one dared to come to the door to find trouble, Shushan has never been weak, even if it is as strong as the Heavenly Demon Emperor, it still fell in the end, these immortal cultivation sects have not been arrogant to this point, and dare to take the initiative to provoke the Shushan Sword Sect.

The wind continued to blow, the green leaves turned yellow, fell one after another, spread all over the ground, Wanli Shu Mountain seemed to be a little more cold and lonely, and the densely standing mountain was like a sharp sword, inserted into the sky.

The highest, the largest, the steepest peak, you can vaguely see the quaint pavilions in the clouds, like a fairyland, a winding path leads from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, but there is no figure in sight.

In this vast mountain, there are fierce beasts, and few ordinary people dare to come, and those monks are also very secretive about this place, and dare not take half a step, and over time, no one cares about this place anymore.

"Zheng Zheng"

A distant and high-pitched sword roar echoed between the valleys, the smoke and clouds shook, and countless majestic and sharp momentum soared into the sky, the streamer flew by, and the sword sound fell.

In a blink of an eye, ten years have passed, and the changes in the world have little to do with the Shushan Sword Sect.

Spring goes to autumn, sunset and moon are born, and the stars are shining, these ten years of wind and rain, Shushan has also ushered in several heavenly immortal masters one after another.

Mingcheng, the head of the family, finally broke through to the heavenly immortals, began to show his means, and led Shushan to slowly recover his vitality.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, ten years have passed, and the mountain gate that has been closed for twenty years has opened again, and countless Shushan disciples have risen with their swords, crossed the vast mountains, and entered the human world.

The traces of the Shushan swordsman reappeared in every corner of the land of Shenzhou, and this group of disciples all survived that battle, cultivating to a high level of profoundness, strong swordsmanship, it didn't take long for the reputation of the Shushan Sword Sect to resound throughout the rivers and lakes, and many people came to admire it and threw themselves into the door.

In the Shushan Palace, the current head of the house, Ming Cheng Zhenren, sat on the futon, his eyes silently looking at a painting scroll in front of him.

The painting shows a peerless man dressed in white, with a snow-white sword hanging from his waist and a wine gourd hanging on the other side.

The man's sword eyebrows and starry eyes, his face is handsome, his eyes are like black gems, he can't see the bottom, even if it's just a painting, he can still feel the indelible sadness on his body.

"Senior Brother Weijing, if you are still here, I'm afraid that Shushan is more than ten times stronger than it is now. ”

Mingcheng's thoughts seemed to go back to the past, and the peerless man seemed to appear in front of him. , the figure who did not hesitate to raise a sword to slay the demon, what a peerless elegance it was.

However, everything was frozen on that day, the bloody killings were everywhere, a figure fell, until the end, the head of the master and the senior brother also died one after another, all this courage fell on his head, he was so tired, but he couldn't show a trace of fatigue, he wanted to show the toughest side to everyone.

Night, as dark as ink, snow, as cold as snow, the sword pavilion is holding a snow-white long sword, the name of the sword is easy water, and the picture scroll is exactly the same.

The faint moonlight was scattered on the lock demon tower in the back mountain, but it disappeared inexplicably, as if it was integrated into the tower.

In the Lock Demon Tower, in an unknown dark space, a figure was quiet in the corner, his white robe was covered with blood, and his face was the same as the person in the painting.

A blue sword was stuck next to the figure, and a blue figure could be seen crouching at his side.

Runes flickered on the walls around them, and faint streamers flickered, illuminating the dim space.

The years are good, like the grains of sand in the hand, and they pass unconsciously, like the river flowing into the sea in the east, unstoppable.