The majestic Qingyun Mountain, at this time has long been no longer the calm of the past, the sky should be clear but there are constantly changes in the vision, first of all, the burning clouds that will appear only at dusk on weekdays, at this moment in this white afternoon, I am afraid that it is not more than ten thousand zhang huge, hanging on the canopy of Qingyun Mountain, most of the sky is reflected red; and under this magnificent cloud, countless bright and heroic lights of various colors crisscross in the canopy, commanding the wind and clouds, and at the same time there is a faint sound of thunder, rumbling in the sky far away, making people's blood surge, as if the blood in the body is also about to burn。 Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In today's world, the four major factions in the Demon Sect are headed and stand side by side, namely the Hehuan Sect, the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, the Immortal Hall, and the Ghost King Sect. Among them, the Hehuan Sect, the Ten Thousand Poison Sect and the Immortal Hall are all giant sects with a long history, but the Ghost King Sect rose two hundred years ago, and in just one hundred years, it stood side by side with the other three factions.

At this time, the army of demon sect monks, under the leadership of the four major sects, unexpectedly appeared at the foot of Qingyun Mountain, menacing, and had the intention of destroying the most prominent Dao sect in the righteous path in one fell swoop.

Qingyun up and down, caught off guard, for a while, defeated and retreated, until retreating to the mountainside of the Qingyun Gate Heavy Land Changmen Tongtian Peak, only to rely on the advantage of the terrain to intercept the Demon Gate army.

But the Qingyun disciples, most of them enjoy the great reputation of the Qingyun faction, and there are few people who fight, after a battle, they actually lost their troops and generals, if it weren't for the elders who had accumulated years to stop the old demons who had not been born for more than a hundred years, I am afraid that they would have lost more.

Rao is like this, and the Qingyunmen defense line is also demoralized.

In the lobby of Tongtian Peak, the atmosphere was extremely condensed, the first seat of the seven veins did not say a word, and the first seat of the second peak of the wind back to the dragon was even more with a little blood stain on the placket of the chest, and it was too late to change the clothes, so he hurriedly came to Tongtian Peak to discuss the matter.

Tianchengzi's face is even more iron-blue, among the three factions of the righteous path, in terms of strength, Tianyin Temple and Qingyunmen can be said to be between the two factions, only the incense valley is far from the two factions, but it still surpasses the other many small sects called the righteous path that everyone admires, because the incense valley is located in the west of the Central Plains, and the movements of the northwest demon sect forces are far clearer than the other two factions, because of this matter, it is valued by the righteous path of the world.

But today's Qingyun Tribulation, there is no news from the Burning Incense Valley, causing Qingyunmen to fall into a life-and-death situation.

Tianchengzi sighed tiredly in his heart, beat his spirit, and said loudly: "The two factions of Tianyin and Incense have already sent news, and they can come to help in less than two days, so you can put your hearts down, appease your disciples, and keep the foundation of my Qingyunmen." ”

Everyone also knew that this was a life-and-death juncture, which should not be ignored, so they got up one after another, solemnly and solemnly.

After retiring from everyone, Tianchengzi came to the Houshan Patriarch Hall alone, picked up the broom in his hand and carefully swept the dust on the stone slab, the breeze rolled up, and his clothes were printed on his thin figure, only to show that he was also an old man of more than three hundred years old.

As soon as Wan Jian found it, he saw this scene, and somehow, he was embarrassed in his heart, and there was a rare sense of sadness.

When Tianchengzi saw Wan Jianyi, he sighed in his heart, beckoned him forward, and said, "How long have you been under my door?"

Wan Jianyi lowered his head and said silently: "It has been nearly one hundred and fifty years old today. ”

Tianchengzi nodded, didn't answer, just walked towards the ancestor hall with Wan Jianyi, and silently looked at the tablets of the ancestors of the Qingyunmen dynasties.

Wan Jianyi was still thinking about the tragic battle in the daytime, and for a while, he was actually distracted.

When I was entering the divine world, I heard Tianchengzi say: "After I die, put me in the most inconspicuous corner of this ancestral hall, and don't arrange for someone to offer me incense." ”

Wan Jian's heart was shocked, and he raised his eyes to look at Tianchengzi with an expressionless face, but saw that Tianchengzi was looking at him, and there was a trace of pity and regret in his expression.

Except for Dao Xuan, who was later told about this, no one knew what Tianchengzi and Wan Jianyi said, after that day, Dao Xuan almost no longer appeared on the frontal battlefield where Dao and Demon competed, and Wan Jianyi was a single horizontal sword, invincible, carrying the banner of the leading figure of the next generation of disciples of Qingyunmen.

But how can the power of one person change the situation on the field, by noon on the second day, the mountainside of Tongtian Peak has become a red land.

The people who fought on the field were already a dozen or so white-haired reclusive elders who had not seen the world for a long time, which could be said to be the last high-end combat power of Qingyunmen.

But I heard Zheng Tong's terrible roar: "Little uncle!"

In front of the disciples of Dazhu Peak, a monk who was as simple as a peasant man had no combat power in the face of the two old demons of the Demon Sect Immortal Palace.

I saw that he gently brushed the long sword in his hand, his face seemed to be reluctant, but he drank sharply, and the flying sword that exuded an earthy yellow light became as dazzling as the golden sun.

For a moment, he was the only one left in the field with a sword, as if he was burning in the flames.

When the light dissipated, the two old demons were certainly dead, but Zheng Tong, the closest uncle, also ran out of oil and died suddenly.

As soon as the field seemed to be quiet, I heard many elders of Qingyunmen shouting one after another, and they rose up bravely, using the method of burning jade and stones, and rushed towards the enemy formation.

Originally, the head of the Seven Veins was burdened with a heavy burden, and he couldn't easily wade into danger, so he had to watch these uncles and brothers who were close to him in the past move forward, and he no longer had the intention of sparing his life.

But Zheng Tong is a real person who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, but he saw that his eyes were sad, and the hidden blood of his body seemed to be ignited, holding a black bamboo whip, regardless of it, breaking through the formation of the demon gate and going upstream.

The black bamboo whip flashed in his hand, and no one could do it, but for a while, he rushed through a gap.

Not to mention the people in the Demon Gate, even the people in the Qingyun Sect are also surprised by everyone, Zheng Tongri has no reputation, but today he is so brave, the Fa Gate is strong and sinking, and under one blow, there is no one in the way.

Some of the disciples who had spare strength were even more energetic, and attacked the disciples behind the Demon Sect who were weak in cultivation along the gap, and for a while they actually forced the Demon Sect to retreat.

But after all, Qingyunmen is a faction that resists the entire Demon Gate, after a wave of offensives, the four factions of the Demon Sect have suffered heavy casualties, but the last essence of Qingyunmen is almost exhausted.

Zheng Tong was even more alone in front, deep in the battle, and there was no room to return.

Seeing that the green clouds are about to fall.

At this critical moment, the seven veins of Qingyun seemed to let out a mournful roar, the sound of the mountain wind, and the shouting of killing seemed to have stagnated, and the flying swords in the hands of all the monks, as if they had met some supreme, bowed their heads to the mountain behind Qingyunmen, trembling in the hands of their masters. A glorious light rose to the sky.

The Qingyunmen Mountain Guarding Spirit Beast Water Qilin gave up the enemy in front of him, roared loudly, and flew towards the sky.

I saw a figure flash from the light. Standing on the head of the water qilin, a moment later, from all over the distance, looking at the direction, it was actually six brilliant strange lights flying from the unknown places of the other six peaks of Qingyun Mountain, divided into: yellow, green, red, green, orange, and blue, shrouded together, and finally the seven strange lights converged in the hands of Tianchengzi until this moment The ancient sword is already brilliant and dazzling.

Qingyun's first magic weapon, the sword of Zhuxian is unsheathed.

A huge seven-colored qi sword appeared in the sky, and there was a dense monochromatic small sword beside him, shooting from Tianchengzi's side towards the people in the demon gate below.

Ten thousand swords flew together, and the demon gate was cultivated into a profound elder, and as soon as he received this sword, he was also angry, and he was seriously injured.

The power of the sword of Zhu Xian is earth-shattering.

In the streamer, the incomparable Tianchengzi was about to fall as soon as his body flashed, and Wan Jianyi rushed from behind to support his already limp body as if he was prepared.