It is only a hundred miles away from Luoxia Mountain, a Tibetan wind gathers qi, the mountains near and far are magnificent, the mountain is like a huge valley of a square tripod, between the layers of green mountains and green waters, the Taoist priests wearing the white robes of the moon of Mount Meru, sit on the top of the mountain in groups of three or five, under the trees, scattered everywhere, about more than 1,000 people silently swallow the aura.

The air around the body is clear, and the auspicious clouds are spreading to the surroundings layer by layer, just like a fairyland in the clouds.

More than two thousand disciples of the Taihao Emperor Sword Palace who were shining with various colors of sword light were suspended in the air, and the various divine swords above their heads were suspended in the sky, and in the shining of various colored runes, a large stream of heaven and earth aura condensed into a substantial cloud of colorful light and smoke, which was pulled by the sword light in the sky.

The sharp sword qi soared into the sky, the five elements sword yuan flowed and shone, and in the various filled energies, with the light groan of the divine sword, the surrounding void vibrated with their swallowing.

In the emptiest part of the valley, a talisman divine light shines, thunder and rolling colorful auspicious clouds are permeated, there are more than a thousand purple-clothed Taoist people cross-legged, there are firelight rising around them, or there is water vapor surrounding, or thunderclouds rolling, if it is a frost burst, swallowing and breathing, there is a powerful energy, mixed together mana fluctuations, it seems to be able to make the space solidify.

In addition to these three groups of monks, there were also more than a dozen groups of righteous path disciples wearing various types of Taoist robes and robes, ranging from a dozen to hundreds, all of whom were scattered in groups in the valley to cultivate silently, and from time to time cast envious or longing glances at the three largest groups of divine light.

At the end of this pocket-like valley is a majestic and majestic mountain, shrouded in clouds and mist, most of the mountains are covered with snow, and from the mountainside above, the peaks seem to merge into the heaven and earth, and the clouds and mist are almost invisible.

On the top of the peaks of Qianzhang Mountain, the snow is deep, the wind is cold, and the howling blizzard wind howls fiercely, and the world is white at a glance.

The cold wind on the top of the mountain is like a steel knife scraping bones, cold and biting, more than a dozen people standing on the top of the mountain, but they are all wearing single robes without fear of cold, the clothes do not move in the wind, the fierce howling wind seems to be blocked by an invisible air cover, within a radius of more than a dozen people, idle clouds are swirling, calm as water.

The temples are white, as if they are dozens of years old, and the other four middle-aged scribes wearing various colored robes, all with a fierce sword aura, or hot and furious, or warm and deep, or majestic and heavy, although the breath is different, they are all handsome and majestic, and there is a sword in their eyes.

The five of them stood in a row, and in front of them, two young Taoist priests, a man and a woman, stood quietly.

The woman's body is plain white, beautiful and exquisite, elegant and dusty, if it is a hollow valley orchid, and if it is a quiet and quiet fairy, it is like a fairy who does not eat the fireworks of the world.

The male is completely opposite, wearing a silver dragon pattern robe on a black background, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, as if he is an incomparably noble emperor descending from heaven, and his body does not deliberately release the slightest majesty and domineering, but just standing there, he is like the lord of this heaven and earth, and naturally carries a supreme majesty and nobility that makes people worship.

The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, stood on either side of a silver-haired old man, this silver-haired old man, burly as a towering mountain, wearing a crown facing the sky, wearing a black background gold dragon robe, squinting slightly, looking at the mountains in the distance.

"Demon Gate Demon, I've been very active lately!What do you think of a few fellow Daoists?"

There seemed to be a blade shining in his narrow eyes, and after squinting for a long time, the silver-haired old man sneered majestically.

An old Taoist crane has a childish face, wearing a sloppy gray and white Taoist robe, medium stature, and a gray beard with a ruler's beard hanging down on his chest, although he has some immortal appearance, but his eyes are godless, his face is thin and miserable, and he looks poor and shabby.

Lao Dao sighed with a sad face, and sighed in a long and compassionate voice, "The thousand-year-old Yin Demon was born, and the Northern Netherworld Demon Head came back from the dead! The three sects of the Demon Gate are ready to move! Alas! There are many visions, and I am afraid that this cultivation world will be chaotic again!"

The silver-haired old man pursed his lips disdainfully, and then said in a cold voice: "These days, the demon path thieves who have been lurking for many years are ready to move! Senior Brother Xuanzhen has met a disciple of the Red Blood Sect in the 100,000-mile mountain! Hehe! The little Netherworld, the Ancient Dojo, once opened in a hundred years, there are countless rare treasures, I think these demon cubs can't sit still." ”

"Hmph, how can an ancient dojo like Little Netherheaven be touched by the Evil Outer Dao!" On the other side, a tall young woman with white hair and red face smiled contemptuously, although she was a woman, her tone was tough and resolute.

The woman was wearing a purple-red coat decorated with thundercloud patterns, holding a golden cane in her left hand, but the top of the crutch was an eight-petal pumpkin hammer the size of a baby's head, and her eyes were full of lightning and thunder.

Her eyes swept lightly to the people around her, and the woman said lightly with a little disdain, "Thanks to Mr. Baili for abandoning the darkness and turning to the light, and telling him the secret path to enter the Little Netherworld, if you can use this to produce the Demon Gate in one fell swoop and let the Little Netherworld return to the right path, this is a great merit that benefits a hundred generations and Ze is born." ”

Although it is a dojo of the ancient side door monks, how could they not have paid attention to it, but most of the Xuantian Netherworld orders are in the hands of the three sects of the Demon Gate, if they are robbed on a large scale, the Demon Gate will definitely be suspicious, if it is only two or three, but it can't set off the wind and waves, and over time it can only give up.

"Mrs. Xun is serious! Refining ghosts and eliminating demons is originally a branch of the Xuanmen, but it is only the ancestors who went astray and fell into the Demon Gate! Today's several sect masters do not give up, and let the Ten Thousand Ghosts Sect return to the right path, which is the supreme kindness of my ghost refining one, and the information of the small Netherworld, how dare you be greedy. ”

The middle-aged fat man, who was round in one body, dressed in a dark green robe, and had an easy-going smile on his face all the year round, rolled out like a ball, turning a blind eye to the disdainful eyes around him, and laughed very respectfully and humbly.

"Say that you have merit, you are meritorious! If you have merit, you will be rewarded, and if you have a fault, you will be punished, and when we eradicate the three sects of the Demon Gate, we can allow you to reopen the mountain gate with a spiritual mountain treasure!" the silver-haired old man said lightly, his tone was easy-going, but he exuded an inviolable majesty like an emperor.

"Baili Wuji is the descendant of the Ten Thousand Ghost Sect, thank Xuankong Zhenren!" Baili Wuji smiled brightly, as if he couldn't hear Xuankong's tone like rewarding slaves and miscellaneous servants, like a comfortable and healthy grandfather, and bowed respectfully to Xuankong.

All the monks around them snorted coldly at Baili Wuji, if they hadn't had to enter the Little Netherworld through the Netherworld Secret Path, they would have turned this shameless and obscene demon path thief into ashes.

"Xuanji, you heard it!" Xuankong Zhenren didn't pay attention to Baili Wuji, put his hands behind his back, and said in a cold voice.

The mystery in the crowd was already a languishing look, and at this moment, when Xuankong mentioned his name, his face was even pale, and he couldn't stop playing a wit, walked out of the crowd quickly, and saluted in front of Xuankong respectfully, "Senior brother in charge, Xuanji heard it!"

"There are meritorious rewards, there are punishments, up to the head of the family, down to the miscellaneous servants, my Taihao Emperor Sword Palace has been passed down to this day, and it is by relying on this method that I can stand!"

"Xuankong Daoist, I have also heard Lingxu's words about this matter, but the old demon of Chenyang is too treacherous, and Senior Brother Xuanji was overlooked and defeated for a while, but I can't blame Senior Brother Xuanji!" The drowsy old Taoist suddenly interjected and comforted.

"Lingxiu Sect Master, do you want to take care of the affairs inside my Taihao Emperor Sword Palace?" Xuankong sneered, his tone was slightly angry, and the black gold silk dragon robe on his body rolled slightly.

As the so-called good people don't go out, bad things spread thousands of miles, Xuanji dignified Taihao Emperor Sword Palace Jindan Zhenren, but he was defeated by a person who only built the foundation and cultivated as a pawn of the Demon Gate, and at this time it spread all over the Quartet in a short period of time, but it added a joke to the cultivation world that had been calm for a long time.

In front of many colleagues, clans, and sect masters, Ling Xiu seemed to be comforting, but in fact, he was completely sweeping the face of Xuankong and Emperor Taihao Sword Palace in public, how could Xuankong not be angry.

"Old decay is speechless! Brother Dao is not strange!

Ling Xiu was old and dull, and now he suddenly realized the grinding of the face, as if he wanted to avoid the edge of the sky, and hurriedly smiled and apologized.

Although Ling Xiu was not angry, Xuankong's unceremonious questioning tone made the faces of several people behind Ling Xiu cloudy, and the faces of the other sect masters who belonged to the Xuanmen sect were even better.

"Hmph, as the chief elder, careless negligence, resulting in the face of the sect damage, since it was your own mistake, then you should bear it yourself, this time the demon demon must be eradicated, otherwise you don't be an elder, go back to the sect to apologize for your sin!"

With a solemn face, Xuankong's cold words were very majestic, not only showing the majesty of the Emperor Sword Palace, with strict laws and regulations, but also sweeping away the embarrassment of the past few days in front of the righteous people in the world.

"Xuanji commands!" Although his face turned pale, Xuanji was still in his heart, and there was infinite killing intent in his eyes.

Mrs. Xun's eyes flashed with a gleam, her eyes turned around Ling Xiu's body, and she chuckled leisurely, "Senior Brother Xuankong, such a punishment seems to be a bit excessive!

The Taihao Emperor Sword Palace has been strong for too long, and they can't wait for a long time, this time they finally waited until the Xuanji planted a heel, so that the 10,000-year-old power of the Taihao Emperor Sword Palace leaked out of the flaws, how could they let go so easily.

Xuankong Zhenren squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the white-haired woman, although he did not speak, everyone present could feel the anger deposited in his body, the Son of Heaven was angry, and the Son of Heaven had such power, not to mention that he was the controller of the Heavenly Emperor Dao System.

After staring at it for a few breaths, until Mrs. Xun looked awkwardly and slightly sideways, Xuankong Zhenren said coldly, "Mrs. Xun, the Demon Dao is arrogant in front, we still have less verbal disputes, this time we enter the Little Netherworld, and strive to kill the elite of the Demon Dao in one go, and break the inheritance of the Demon Dao, if this matter goes wrong, it will be taken advantage of by the Demon Dao, and several people present will not be able to bear this responsibility." ”

With a flick of the black dragon robe, Xuankong Zhenren flew into the mountain with the people of the Emperor Sword Palace turned into a sword light.

Lingxiu Lao Dao looked at the back of Xuankong Zhenren and sneered faintly, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a hint of mockery, "Beyond words, he Sumeru Mountain is difficult to stop the anger of Emperor Taihao Sword Palace?"

Mrs. Xun's pretty face was cold, and she secretly sneered in her heart, "After destroying the three sects of the Demon Sect and all the families have benefited, hehe! What will this cultivation world be like at that time? It will be peaceful? The mighty spirit will last forever? Hehe!"