Tian Ling'er fought with eight masters of the Demon Dao comparable to Shangqing at the foot of Qingyun Mountain, and the magic weapon hit the sky and the earth, and received the magic weapon with his bare hands, and other legendary means were staged one by one, but whether it was Tian Ling'er's strong body or the number of people on the Demon Sect's side, this was obviously not a battle that could be fought in a moment and a half.

Back to the mountain, Yuqing Guanzhong!

Zhang Xiaofan screamed!

"No, it's not me..."

Dao Xuan Zhenren, who was surrounded by everyone, had a slightly better complexion at the moment, but how poisonous the seven-tailed centipede was, even on his face, he also faintly saw the black qi, thin but not dispersed, but despite this, his consciousness was still clear, and after taking a deep breath, he spoke.

"Quickly take this evil obstacle down and interrogate it well. ”

"Senior brother, don't worry, I'm here. ”

Cangsong Daoren turned his head, Dao Xuan Zhenren gasped, but his heart was half upside down, he nodded, looked at him, and was about to speak.

"Then..."

His voice stopped suddenly, and the face of Cangsong Daoren in front of his eyes suddenly changed from an anxious demeanor to extremely hideous, and almost at the same time, Dao Xuan Zhenren's heart was cold, and a sharp pain came in an instant, and his body shook violently, and the essence of the body that had been moved to his right hand to suppress the poisonous momentum suddenly dissipated.

"Ahh

Dao Xuan Zhenren roared, his left hand cut down, Cangsong Daoren's left hand immediately caught up, the two collided, Cangsong Dao's body was shocked, flew out upside down, and fell in front of the door of Yuqing Palace, after a while, a blood mark slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth, but his expression was sneering.

On his right hand, he held a short sword, crystal like water, and at a glance he knew that it was not ordinary. And at this moment, on the sword body, there were blood stains, and the bright red blood slowly flowed down from the blade of the sword, dripping onto the blue bricks on the main hall.

The crowd, which had been chaotic just a moment ago, suddenly fell silent, as silent as death.

Dao Xuan Zhenren's dark green Dao robe, the abdomen had changed to a dark color in a blink of an eye, and his whole face was suddenly extremely pale, but the look of shock on his face at the moment was far greater than the physical pain.

"You, what do you do?"

He hoarsely voiced and asked everyone's questions to the Cangsong Daoist who was standing at the door of the main hall. At this moment, even the disciples of Longshou Peak, Qi Hao, Lin Jingyu, and others, could hardly believe their eyes, and they all opened their mouths wide, looking at the person who was once one of the most powerful people on this Qingyun Mountain.

"Me?"

Cangsong Daoren seemed to have suddenly changed into another person, and laughed wildly.

"I'm plotting against you, can't you see it?"

As he spoke, he made a move with his hand, and the seven-tailed centipede in mid-air suddenly flew towards him, and disappeared into his sleeve robe in a blink of an eye.

Qi Hao couldn't hold back any longer, his voice was full of confusion and horror, and he shouted.

"Master, are you—are you crazy?"

Cangsong Daoren glanced at him, and then his gaze fell on Lin Jingyu, who was standing beside Qi Hao but had an almost the same expression as him, and there were more disciples of Longshou Peak, and even other disciples of the various veins of Qingyun Sect, all looking at him with an unbelievable look like a madman.

"Hahaha, crazy? yes! I've been crazy for a long time!"

Cangsong Daoist looked up to the sky and laughed, and his expression seemed to have a hint of madness.

"As early as a hundred years ago, it was also on this Yuqing Palace, when I saw the fate of Ten Thousand Swords and Ten Thousand Senior Brothers, I was already crazy!"

"Master!"

Qi Hao and Lin Jingyu of Longshou Peak were already crying in their voices at this moment, but behind them, the bodies of the first elders of the Qingyun Sect who were surrounding Dao Xuan Zhenren suddenly stiffened!

Wan Jianyi, this name that seemed to carry a nightmare, with a thick shadow, pressed on the sky above Qingyunmen.

The corners of Dao Xuan Zhenren's eyes twitched, this name that no one had dared to mention in front of him for a hundred years, seemed to have deeply stimulated him. Xiao Yicai supported his body, but he suddenly found that Dao Xuan Zhenren's injured body suddenly shook violently, and even through that layer of clothes, he could feel that the flame that suddenly burned in the teacher's body was so scorching!

Cangsong Daoren stood there frantically, as if the evil qi that had accumulated in his heart for many years had finally leaked out, and for a while, no one stepped forward to arrest the murderer who had injured the head of Qingyun Sect.

He pointed to Dao Xuan Zhenren, and then pointed to the Sanqing God Statue in the shadows behind the crowd, and said loudly.

"You, you. ”

He pointed to Tian Buyi, Shui Yue, Zeng Shuchang, Shang Zhengliang and other Qingyun heads.

"You all tell me with your conscience, who should sit in this position of head of the house? Is it Senior Brother Wan back then, or is it him?"

No one answered, and the young disciple was at a loss, but Tian Buyi and the others were blushing and silent.

Above the main hall, only the voice of Cangsong Dao people echoed like crazy.

"Why, don't you speak? Don't you feel ashamed? Hahaha, yes, yes! Actually, who doesn't know what to do? But who is the person sitting in this seat now?"

Shui Yue's face was pale, looking at Cang Song, who was like two people on weekdays, and said slowly.

"Senior Brother Cangsong, more than 100 years have passed, why are you so persistent?"

"Phew!"

Cangsong Daoren didn't care about his identity at this moment, and snorted fiercely, with a look of disdain on his face, and sneered.

"More than 100 years? Yes, I have endured it for more than 100 years, and only today have I had the opportunity to avenge Senior Brother Wan's grievances. When Qingyun Gate was under the Qingyun Gate, the wild trip, you, you, you!"

He pointed his fingers one by one, pointed at Tian Buyi, Zeng Shuchang, and Shang Zhengliang, and sneered.

"In the past hundred years, you have been the first to be comfortable, but do you still remember that Senior Brother Wan was desperate to save our lives?

He pointed at Shui Yue with a cold face.

"You just said that I was so persistent? Hehe, hehe, who didn't know that you were in love with Senior Brother Wan in private, and he later saved you and loved you, but he didn't expect to see death that day, but today he still comes to ridicule me!"

Shui Yue's complexion is pale!