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At this moment, Qinglin had no obstacles in his heart, at this moment, the fallen leaves were flying, and at this moment Qinglin's tears were dry.

Two days later!

Taijian Jian flew back into Qinglin's hand, and all he had on his face was exhaustion, and he looked up at the sky.

That Hangu is closed in the west, and it is even more condensed!

He stood up, and on Wudang Mountain, it was refreshing, and the dead bodies had been removed.

All the Taoist leaders on Wudang Mountain have arrived, including those little Taoist priests.

The appearance of Qinglin, they all saw it.

Qinglin looked at them and bowed to them. "Hello everyone!"

They bowed to Qinglin very respectfully, and standing at the front was Wudang's Qingxuan Dao Chief.

He is the senior brother of Qingxu Dao Chief, and he is the master uncle of Qinglin.

"Qinglin, Qingxu has gone, Wudang Mountain can't be left without an owner for a day, I have discussed it with your junior brothers. We jointly elect you as the head of Wudang Mountain!" said Daoist Qingxuan.

Beside him, the other Dao Masters all nodded.

Qinglin opened his mouth and said: "I'm going to leave soon, this head of Wudang Mountain can't be a few days, so don't look for me!"

Qinglin resigned, and the appearance of Hangu Pass was opened for him.

One day, he will be gone.

And that day, it won't be too long.

Qinglin's words made several Dao Masters puzzled.

"Where are you going?" asked Daoist Qingxuan.

Qinglin pointed to Hangu Pass, "Did you see that?"

Everyone looked towards the place where Qinglin was pointing and shook their heads.

Qinglin said, "That's ......"

The next moment, he was speechless, and he felt himself lose his voice.

What's going on, Qinglin closed his mouth, what's going on?

He couldn't even tell people about Guguan.

The other Dao Masters of Wudang Mountain looked at Qinglin's frightened eyes, they didn't know why.

There is nothing at all in the West, why does Qinglin say this?

Is he going to the Western Elysium?

"Everyone, you discuss it yourself, I'm going to stay in the Daozang, and if you have something, go there to find me!" Qinglin said.

Before Daoist Qingxuan could speak, Qing Lin had already disappeared in front of them in a hurry.

Inside the Daozang!

Qing Lin couldn't understand why that happened just now, and he calmed down.

"It seems that you can only know the whole thing by entering Hangu Pass!" Qinglin muttered to himself.

The Tai Chi sword came out, and Lao Tzu's picture scroll was suddenly unfolded by Qinglin!

Buzzing!

The Tai Chi Sword and the Lao Tzu Scroll were against each other, and it was an unknown energy colliding.

Qinglin knew, that was the power of Dao will.

In this Tai Chi sword and Lao Tzu's picture scroll, there is Taoism.

The Taoist meaning in the Tai Chi sword, Qinglin can resonate with it and comprehend a trace, but Lao Tzu paints a scroll, he can't.

He couldn't understand it at all, this meaning was too deep and long-lasting.

This made Qinglin have to sigh, Zhang Sanfeng's patriarch is powerful, and he has no resonance with Lao Tzu's painting scroll, and he can comprehend the meaning of Taoism.

Then he went the other way, used the Taoist meaning he comprehended, protected himself, and opened the picture scroll of Lao Tzu.

I didn't die, but after three years of madness, I became stronger.

Qinglin was very envious, why couldn't he be enlightened.

"My heart is a little chaotic, let's calm down and enlighten the Tao!" Qinglin quietly looked at Lao Tzu's painting scroll and slowly immersed himself in it.

Under Wudang Mountain!

A young man, carrying his mother on his back.

His mother was pale, and she was dying!

"Child, let me go, it doesn't matter if we don't go up this mountain!"

"No, I must go up the mountain, I must let my senior brother save you!"

"But child, I really won't live long like this!"

"I don't care, mother, let my son do the last thing for you!"

The young man cried, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

The old woman stroked the top of the young man's head, "Child, five years ago, I sent you up the mountain, do you hate me!"

"I don't hate, my mother is doing it for my good. On Wudang Mountain, I ate well, and I was well taken care of by my senior brothers and Taoist elders. And the mother is suffering at home alone, and the child has not thought of it, and the child feels guilty!" said the young man.

"Good boy!" the old woman's eyes were misty, as if she saw a portal on the top of Wudang Mountain.

A sunny avenue was in front of her, and she reached out to grasp it.

At this moment, her soul went out of her body and walked on, the sunny road.

Smack!

The old woman's hand fell, and the young man was stunned for this moment.

"Mother, mother, ah, why, why!" cried the young man, tears streaming down his face.

At this time, Qinglin's eyes flashed with a fine light, and he seemed to feel something.

The Taiji Sword was suddenly withdrawn, and Lao Tzu's painting scroll was grabbed by him in his hand, and he rushed out of the Dao Hiding Land.

The sun is shining outside, and the green forest is looking to the west.

Hangu Pass is more condensed, and in front of Hangu Pass, there is a bright avenue.

An old woman above was walking towards Hangu Pass.

The old woman's body was transparent, and there was confusion in her eyes.

Not only that, there are transparent people in all directions, heading towards Hangu Pass.

Qinglin couldn't believe what those figures were.

At this time, a little Taoist priest rushed to Qinglin.

"Dao Chief, let's go and take a look, Senior Brother Muyuan's mother is dead!"

Qinglin's face changed after hearing this, his body moved, and he rushed out in an instant.

There was anxiety on his face, if it was not bad, the first person to enter just now was the mother of the junior brother.

His junior brother, named Muyuan, is called Qinglin as his senior brother because he started late.

Halfway up Wudang Mountain, Qinglin saw his junior brother and saw the woman again.

When he came near, he immediately crouched down and looked at the woman.

A look of surprise appeared on his face, and sure enough, it was the same person who had entered Hangu Pass first.

The one who entered Hangu Pass was the mother of Senior Brother Muyuan!

There were more and more figures in all directions, and Qinglin looked at Hangu Pass from afar, and a little fear appeared on his face.

At this moment, Qinglin felt tricky.

Maybe he needs to speed up the process of entering Hangu Pass, but Hangu Pass does not appear, how can he get in.

Moreover, the arrival of these figures was swallowed by Hangu Pass, and it did not speed up the condensation of Hangu Pass.

On the contrary, Hangu Pass is becoming more and more diluted!

At this moment, Qinglin felt that it was really bad, if it continued.

Now there are still some people who have entered Hangu Pass, old people, and some are dying people, but after these people, what will be?

It may be middle-aged, young, children, Qinglin must be stopped.

The Taiji sword was unsheathed in an instant, and Qinglin went straight to Hangu Pass.

However, when it came closer, the Tai Chi sword was clear and did not dare to move.

No matter what, Qinglin can't use the Taiji Sword.

At this moment, Qinglin felt a sense of powerlessness!

He deeply felt his weakness, Qinglin was not a bad person, and he would not watch others die.

Especially this matter, because of him.

Hangu Pass, what the hell, is it?

Did he go to the eighteen layers of hell?

Why is it sucking souls?

Qinglin had no choice but to return to the top of Wudang Mountain with the Taiji Sword!