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On a lonely peak with dangerous terrain, there are less than 10,000 remaining Sword Gate monks. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Their clothes were ragged, and their bodies were covered with knife marks, and blood dripped from time to time from the scars that cut their skin, and they looked like blood splashing from a distance.

Even though he was besieged by hundreds of thousands of demon beasts at this time, his bloody body was still straight, and the sword full of gaps was still tightly across his chest.

The ruthless slaughter did not allow anyone to lower their heads held high, and even if countless of their fellow disciples fell at their feet, they could not shake their will to die.

But now, when they saw that the once verdant peaks were withered and yellow, the surging spiritual springs dried up, and the incomparably familiar Immortal Mountain cracked aura, the aura dissipated, and a nameless tragedy made these monks' eyes open with anger and tears of unwillingness.

Drops of crystal tears slipped down the corners of their eyes, turning into sticky blood threads as they flowed over their blood-stained cheeks, dripping dust on their raised jaws, splashing a little bit of dust.

A howling wind soared, and the withered yellow grass and trees of the mountains and the endless white bones on the ground turned into flying ashes in the sky, entangled like winter snow, and scattered on all corners of the Bulao Mountain.

In the remnants of the crowd, two shaved monks each stretched out an arm, trying to catch the snow-soaked powder.

It's just that the clenched fist that pierced the skin couldn't be stretched for a while.

The two of them looked at each other, their trembling arms straining violently, and their clenched fists slowly opened a slender slit in a bone-like crackle.

When a few wisps of snow-like powder fell into the fleshy palms, the two of them showed childlike joy.

One of them carefully withdrew his arm, clubbed his half-open fist to his chest, and said softly: "Although my Guo Jiaxing cultivation is low, I thought that I would be scared and scared at this last moment, but ......!"

Saying that, he glanced at the slightly open fist in his chest and continued: "Why can I feel that those deceased senior brothers and elders are beside me now, they seem to be looking at me with expectant eyes, as if encouraging me to cut off a few demon heads!"

The other monk placed his fist in front of him with the same care, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a scar that pierced his cheek almost severed his head, and the skin that was turned out hung on his cheek, revealing a white patch.

"Hehe, I Zhang Lei was the son of a bandit under the mountain, that year I heard that there was a "Jiao" girl in the neighboring village who was as beautiful as a flower, so she single-handedly wanted to snatch it as a daughter-in-law, how did I think that this woman's martial arts were strong and beat my ass urine flow, and then I ran to Jianmen as a disciple as soon as I was angry, I wanted to learn that I was going down the mountain to rob her, but unfortunately when I arrived in that village, she was already the mother of several children, this time there were ten years, and now the Bulao Mountain is slaughtered by the blood and rain of the demon clan, and she will not be spared!

Guo Jiaxing's bloodied face said with a hint of teasing: "Why are you thinking about spring at this time?"

Zhang Lei grinned and said: "Since the woman got married, my heart has died, and I regard Jianmen as my home, and today I am killed on the spot, and I am like all the deceased brothers, my heart is with Jianmen!"

He raised his arms high and raised the sustenance in his hand to the sky.

At this time, the red-haired demon beast that had recovered from the shocking change just now raised the blood knife in his hand again, and gradually approached these remnant monks.

The love flower in the sky, who was half-leaning on the white jade bed, raised her arm lightly, and the demon beast that surrounded the mountain of immortality suddenly stopped.

"These monks will stay first, and when the ancient ancestors get out of trouble, they will definitely like these fresh blood foods."

Bearing the seal of the Ten Thousand Demons Returning to the Sect exhausted the love flower, she looked at the less than 10,000 Terran monks a little lazily.

Thinking that the ancient ancestor has been suppressed for more than ten thousand years, even if he gets the qi and blood supplement carried by the Ten Thousand Demons Return Sect Seal, he can't recover much cultivation, these lamb-like monks might as well stay and wait for the ancient ancestor to break through the mountain, and when some snacks, he must be able to please the ancient ancestor, maybe he will be able to soar from now on.

Just when the love flower fell into reverie, in the rock formation hundreds of meters deep under the Bulao Mountain, Lin Fan opened his eyes with difficulty, and the volley blow of the four long tongues almost turned him into a puddle of flesh.

He was curled in a ball, his bones shattered like powder, and only a few ribs stuck diagonally in front of his chest were still intact.

When he looked around, a pair of flickering pupils came into his eyes, which made Lin Fan startled at first, but immediately realized that these eyes were still in his arms with a little shriveled wind trace.

Feng Wuxi's eyes lit up at this time, looking up and down at Lin Fan, who had just woken up, and grabbed Lin Fan's arm with his thin palm, and said excitedly: "You still have the phoenix bloodline, which is worthy of the bloodline that can bring the dead back to life, you must know that you were a puddle of mud not long ago, and now you can regain consciousness in a short period of time, and your flesh and bones are recovering at a high speed, haha!"

Lin Fan ignored the somewhat crazy wind on the side, looked inwardly at the sea of qi, and saw an oil lamp hanging high in the center of the sea of qi, and a colorful flame on the oil lamp moved slightly.

He carefully drew a trace of the flame breath from the wick into his broken body, and felt a breath that revived everything fill his body.

Under Lin Fan's naked eye, his fleshy body recovered at a high speed, and Lin Fan's tall body stood up in just a few breaths.

He carefully put the wind in his arms on the ground, and looked around, where did the golden toad go, to know that Lin Fan was all over his body at this time, he continued to look for a piece of clothing to wrap his body.

"Quack"

A roar sounded at Lin Fan's feet, Lin Fan hurriedly raised his feet, and saw a blood-colored figure flashing above Lin Fan's head.

Seemingly dissatisfied with Lin Fan's performance just now, the blood-colored little clam rubbed Lin Fan's long hair on his shawl into a mess.

Lin Fan ignored its naughtiness, and just said in a low voice: "Bring the storage ring and the Yuan Magnetic Breakthrough, the demon clan must have come, and I will swear to fight to the death!"

The blood clam entrenched on top of Lin Fan's head opened its small mouth and spit out, throwing a pitch-black storage ring and the thick Yuan Magnetic Sky Breaking Sword into Lin Fan's hands.

Finding a linen robe and putting it on his body, Lin Fan seemed to remember something and said: "There is no trace of the Falling Moon Sword here, but in your belly?"

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This made Lin Fan let out a long sigh, after all, that sword was related to his father's life and death, and it couldn't help but make Lin Fan a little nervous.

Seeing that Lin Fan wanted to rush out of the bottom layer, Feng Wuxi, who was lying on the side, grabbed Lin Fan's ankle and said: "You are now cultivating to the peak of the Jindan, presumably your divine sense has sensed the situation outside, and now there are less than 10,000 disciples of my Sword Sect, they use their lives to exchange their lives for you to get back this short pillar of incense recovery time, do you want his blood to flow in vain?"

Lin Fan put the Yuan Magnetic Heaven Breaking Sword across his chest, looked at the ground and looked up at his Feng Wuxian and said, "What do you mean by this? Could it be that the lives of hundreds of thousands of disciples are not as valuable as my lives?"

Feng Wuxian laughed self-deprecatingly, and said, "Yes, if the demon clan has not come, you are a genius and you must not be compared to the lives of hundreds of thousands of disciples, even if it is a hundred, I will never agree!"

"But now it's different, you know that the Yuanying monks have more than three thousand lives, and there are five thousand Yuanying monks, and those monks who cultivate to achieve the path can live for eight thousand years, although my sword sect does not dare to say that it dominates one star, but since the opening of the sect, there are dozens of monks, hundreds of broken voids, and there are no less than a thousand Yuanying monks, don't you wonder where they are now?"

Feng Wuxie's words surprised Lin Fan, the Flying Immortal Sword Sect has only been ten thousand years since the Ancestor opened the sect, even if the Ancestor Flying Immortal falls, but the remaining seniors can't disappear out of thin air, even if the cultivation is not advanced, there are definitely Hedao monks who have survived to this day, is there any reason why it can't be?

Looking at Lin Fan's inquiring gaze, Feng Wuxian smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know exactly what the reason for this is, but I only know that the Immortal Mountain and the Flying Immortal Sword Sect in your eyes are not the real Immortal Sword Sect at all, and it is said that only monks who have passed the test of stepping on the Immortal Ladder can enter the real Immortal Mountain and the Flying Immortal Sword Gate!"

Hearing this, Lin Fan's blood boiled with anger, he looked at the wind without a trace, pointed his finger at the sky and shouted: "Since my Sword Sect has such a background, why don't you see a person to help, and see that hundreds of thousands of my disciples are slaughtered by the demon clan?"

Feng Wuxian smiled bitterly and said: "How can I know this, but on the day I became a Yuanying cultivator, I only had one mission, that is, to make the defenders of the Demon Suppression Cave unbreakable, even if the Demon Blood Slaughter Sword Sect must have a guardian to take care of the Demon Suppression Cave."

"Originally, the arm I left for you was to hope that you would use it to enter the Demon Suppression Cave, but I didn't expect you to use it to fight with the Demon Clan, now it seems that there must be a way to solve the crisis of my Sword Sect in the Demon Suppression Cave, those disciples who are besieged by the Demon Clan will not have any crisis for a while, and now their lives are in your hands, how can you rush out so hastily, the good way now is that you arrive at the Demon Suppression Cave as soon as possible to find a solution to the crisis of the Sword Sect!"

Feng Wuxian looked at Lin Fan, who was hesitant, and said hoarsely: "Now that I have run out of oil, I can still help you before I die, don't let the blood of my Sword Sect disciples flow in vain!"

Lin Fan's heart was a little confused at this time, he looked at the entrance of the cave a hundred meters above and said slowly: "In this case, Wangfeng Ancestor helps me, it will slaughter the demon clan in blood one day to avenge my sword gate today!"

(End of chapter)

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