The ancient Zen mountain range, the dense forest is secluded, even though winter has gone to spring, the spring is bright, and there is still a feeling of coldness here. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Jian Qingyu is dressed in a snow-white robe, holding the Skyfall Divine Sword in his left hand, with the image of a swordsman who is a son of a family, he is really handsome and extraordinary, not inferior to Xing Chenghao and others!

Along a tributary of the Chanlu River, going upstream, even though it was on a rugged mountain road, Jian Qingyu still walked steadily, walking like flying.

The ancient Chan Mountain Range is the most dangerous place on the mainland, and it is rumored that it is the main battlefield of the ancient, ancient and eternal wars, and its danger is so deep that no one knows it so far!

Even if it is a congenital master, he does not dare to rush into it, and these roadmaps in the ancient Chan Mountain Range are also explored by the masters of the past generations at countless costs!

The mountain road is rugged, but Jian Qingyu has been used to it since he was a child, and his feet are fast, not much slower than the flat ground, and he soon entered the depths of the dense forest.

The spring breeze is blowing, and there is a faint fragrance on the gloomy and dim dense forest mountain road, and I don't feel refreshed!

Slowly taking a deep breath of fresh air, Jian Qingyu couldn't help frowning, and looked into the distance with a slightly solemn face!

From the fresh mountain and forest air, he actually smelled a faint smell of blood!

After all, his soul has reached the realm of the golden soul body, and even though he can't condense his spiritual sense, his perception is extremely keen.

This bloody aura came from afar through the air of this mountain forest, and it was already faint, but it was still enough to find it for people with extremely powerful six senses like Jian Qingyu!

The thought in his heart flashed, Jian Qingyu hurriedly quickened his pace, and through a bamboo forest, Jian Qingyu saw seven corpses falling in front of him.

These corpses all looked like some old men, dressed simply, but Jian Qingyu knew that those who dared to enter this ancient Zen mountain range were definitely some innate masters.

But I didn't want to, these once famous innate swordsmen, before they saw the Shura Tower, they fell halfway!

Jian Qingyu sighed and thrust the swords of these innate swordsmen into his shoulder socket, and then threw all these corpses into the river.

He didn't want these innate swordsmen to be buried quietly in the barren mountains and mountains, so he could only throw their corpses into the river and send them back to the mainland with the surging river.

At that time, their relatives may be able to identify them by the saber in the socket of their shoulder.

The killing along the way this time seemed to be a bit out of Jian Qingyu's expectations, in just half a day's effort, Jian Qingyu had already found more than ten fights, dozens of corpses of innate masters!

Judging from the clothing and clothing, most of these innate masters who fell halfway down the road were some small families and casual cultivation innate masters.

They usually travel alone or in groups of threes and two, and they are the most vulnerable to attack!

What's more, these innate masters, which one of them has never challenged the Quartet and made enemies, this encounter is naturally extraordinarily red-eyed, even if it is not to compete for the opportunity of the Shura Tower, they will definitely fight to the death!

Since thirteen years ago, the mainland was in turmoil, and the clans and clans of the family were fighting with each other, and the family was ruined and killed, and the hatred was deepening.

After walking fast for nearly ten days in the bumpy mountain road, Jian Qingyu stopped on a gentle and continuous high mountain.

Looking ahead, Jian Qingyu couldn't help but be stunned by the huge tower-shaped building in front of him!

In the valley more than 100 zhang deep in front of us, a huge octagonal octagonal tower sits in the very center of the valley, occupying almost half of the valley's area!

Looking far away, this tower is decreasing from top to bottom, layer by layer, but this is only a nine-story tower, and the spire is already on par with the high mountain at the foot of Jian Qingyu, which is incredible!

"This is the Shura Tower?"

Jian Qingyu walked briskly down the mountain along the road map, but his eyes stayed on the majestic Shura Pagoda!

The whole tower is blood-red, even if it has existed for I don't know how many years, it is still as new, and even the edge of the wall does not show the slightest peeling.

Jian Qingyu even faintly felt that on the blood-red tower, there seemed to be a faint layer of blood-colored light.

However, Jian Qingyu's gaze stayed more on the carving of the wall of the Shura Tower, and although it was blurry as far as the eye could see, the clear pictures seemed to be imprinted in Jian Qingyu's mind, emerging one by one!

It was a completely incomprehensible pattern, carved with all kinds of creatures of different forms, all kinds of strange and strange pictures, bloody and terrifying, like hell!

It seems that the carving in front of him has endless magic, deeply attracting Jian Qingyu, looking at such a terrifying scene, Jian Qingyu has a feeling of blood boiling and excitement, and the Buddhist compassion in his heart is instantly gone.

Jian Qingyu was shocked in his heart, and quickly turned his head, not daring to look again, and rushed towards the valley with his head buried in it!

Running all the way, Jian Qingyu soon arrived at the valley where the Shura Pagoda was located, only to see that more than two hundred people had gathered in the small valley.

These people are all fierce and vigorous, and they are all congenital masters, Huo Yanshan and Han Xiuyuan, who have had several connections with Jian Qingyu, are among them!

"Brother Yuqing, you're here! I thought you weren't coming!"

A familiar voice came, and Jian Qingyu followed the prestige, and saw that the smiling Xing Chenghao had already passed through the crowd and greeted him enthusiastically!

Seeing Xing Chenghao, there was no trace of a smile on Jian Qingyu's face, and he felt that the eyes were instantly converging, and he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat!

"Brother Shenhao, long time no see!"

Jian Qingyu barely squeezed out a smile, hugged his fists, and then walked quickly to the direction where he projected his gaze!

"Disciple Yuqing, meet the abbot and all the uncles!"

Jian Qingyu stopped in front of the four Buddhist masters, holding a sword in his left hand and raising his right hand in a palm, bowing and saluting.

"No need to be polite!"

Kude smiled and nodded, and said.

Jian Qingyu smiled and nodded, and then saluted to several middle-aged monks on the side: "Senior brothers, Yuqing is reasonable!"

"Amitabha!"

Several middle-aged monks were slightly stunned, and then hurriedly clasped their hands together, bowed and bowed, and chanted the Buddha's name!

"Master Kude, it turns out that this 'sword drawing swordsman' is a disciple of your Buddhist sect!"

Fa Yun Zhenren came slowly with a group of Dao Sect masters, and said with a loud smile: "Yu Qingxian's nephew martial arts conference, becoming famous in one battle, it is really terrifying!"

"Amitabha!"

Kude smiled and said: "Fa Yun has praised the sect! Yuqing has been adopted by his junior brother for ten years, and he has not been ordained a monk!"

"However, the Buddha is destined to be a person, and Yuqing has a Buddha in his heart, which is my Buddhist disciple, and the monk is not a monk, and a monk is a monk!"

The words of the bitter monk are soft and rigid, rigid and soft, and Fayun was stunned for a moment, but the difficult words that he had prepared could no longer be said!

"Young Master Yuqing, in the previous martial arts conference, you and I were not decided, and today is just the right time to compete again!"

Yang Xuying had been standing behind Fa Yun, his eyes staring at Jian Qingyu, the cold light flickering, and the battle intent was scorching.

"Always with you!"

Jian Qingyu smiled faintly, not showing that he cared, but his eyes looked in the other direction.

The current Yang Xuying is no longer enough to be a threat to him, if it weren't for Yun Qingyang's relationship, he would not even have the heart to fight for Yang Xuying!

"Hahaha! Master Kude, don't come unharmed!"

A sword in a gold-trimmed robe laughed, walked quickly, hugged his fists and said: "The little nephew has been bothering in the Buddhist sect for ten years in Qingyu, and I am grateful to the masters of the Buddhist sect for taking care of me!"

Hearing this, Kude and the others frowned slightly, and looked at Jian Qingyu, as if they were inquiring.

The sound of Jian Zhen spread out, and everyone looked at Jian Qingyu in surprise and whispered.

The name of Jian Qingyu has long been familiar to everyone, and just now I learned from the mouth of the bitter monk that it was originally a child adopted by the bitter precept monk.

But I don't understand, why in a blink of an eye, he became the nephew of the sword family's chief Jian Zhenshu?

Jian Qingyu's brows furrowed slightly, although his eyes were still vigilantly resting on the figure shrouded in a black cloak beside Jian Zhenyu, my left hand holding the Skyfall Divine Sword was already slightly clenched!

Although this person was hiding in the black cloak, Jian Qingyu still recognized from the faint killing aura on his body, and this person was the famous Jian Qingluo who shook the continent.

Under the black cloak, Jian Qingluo's gaze also looked at Jian Qingyu, but his gaze stayed on the blue-black hilt of Jian Qingyu's left hand.

"Qingyu Xian Nephew!"

Jian Zhenxuan's gaze turned to Jian Qingyu, with a faint sneer on his face, and he said softly: "The sword in your hand must be the Heavenly Falling Divine Sword that you stole from my Sword Mountain Holy Land on the night of the Lantern Festival!"