Rumble!

The thunderbolt in the sky, roaring loudly, just when everyone was thinking about it, the sword light of the sky broke out again in Qingfeng Mountain, and the brilliant sword light reflected the void, and the power of the riot made everyone's hearts tremble!

"Enter the mountain!" the Baiyun Sword Envoy roared loudly, and was about to enter the Qingfeng Mountain!

Ding dong!

The sound of the piano sounded suddenly, the void condensed, and before everyone stepped into the mountain, Lu Xin's figure suddenly blocked in front of everyone, he held the nine-stringed piano in his hand, and looked at the people of all factions indifferently, although Lu Xin did not have any words, but it made the hearts of the martial arts people of all factions suddenly burst into the bottom of their hearts, and they all looked at Lu Xin!

"You're you again?" Bai Yunjian frowned, and his face instantly turned gloomy!

The appearance of Lu Xin also made Gu Lingtian and the others stunned, and then their expressions became extremely ugly, Gu Lingtian's eyes turned, took a step forward, and said: "The predecessors have advanced their skills, do they want to get involved in this mountain treasure?"

"In the past, the old man was buried in the mountains, he didn't like to be disturbed, you can retreat!" In the face of thousands of martial arts people, Lu Xin held the piano in one hand, his face did not change at all, and his words were extremely indifferent!

"Senior, do you know what you're talking about?" Gu Lingtian continued with a sneer on the corner of his mouth: "Although the senior's cultivation is extraordinary, we are not the opponent of the seniors, but can the seniors know the truth that ants bite elephants to death?"

"Hey, hey!"

Li Chaolin of the Qingcheng Sword Sect no longer had a humble posture, but at this moment he seemed a little high-spirited, and said: "Since ancient times, the treasures are moving, although the predecessors have cultivated profoundly, but the disciples of all factions here have gathered, representing the entire Jiangnan martial arts, could it be that the predecessors want to rely on their own strength to be enemies with fellow martial artists?"

The arrow has to be sent on the string, the treasure is in the mountains, how can there be a reason to withdraw, and they don't believe it, even if Lu Xin's cultivation is unpredictable, how dare he be the enemy of the entire Jiangnan martial arts?

Baiyun Sword City and Qingcheng Sword Sect are both one of the five sword factions, although there is no top master in the door here, but the prestige of the two factions is here, anyone who wants to snatch food from the mouths of the two factions must also think about the consequences, not to mention that the master of the Cao Gang is also mixed in, and the major martial arts gather here, this force is even the Shaolin Temple, Taishan Beidou, also have to be weighed!

Yes, there is no fear, this is the face of the White Cloud Sword Envoy and Gu Lingtian and the others!

Lu Xin listened to all the words of several people, and his expression did not change in the slightest, after a full ten breaths, Lu Xin suddenly turned around, and when he stepped out, he disappeared in the eyes of everyone!

"Not good! This person has already entered the mountain, this treasure in the mountain must not be obtained by him, we will chase it!" Looking at Lu Xin entering the mountain, Gu Lingtian's face changed greatly, he has deeply understood Lu Xin's horror, if this person is allowed to find the treasure, with Lu Xin's martial arts, who can take the treasure from him?

Greed is the original sin of mankind and has planted a seed of destruction for them!

The crowd is surging, swarming in, the narrow mountain road is overcrowded, but as everyone pours into the mountain, there is a white mist all around, and the place as far as the eye can see is only two or three feet, let alone looking for Lu Xin's traces!

Surrounded by clouds and mist, sealing the sky and trapping the earth, this mountain-sealing array is called 'Dutian Nandou Array' with the eight stars of the Southern Dipper in the Taihao as a guide, changing the terrain and aura, isolating this mountain from the outside world, its formation is unpredictable, and it is definitely not understandable to these Jianghu martial arts people!

Lu Xin's persuasion to everyone failed, so he entered the Qinglian Mountain, Lu Xin also has great confidence in this array, although it seems that they broke through the corner of the 'Dutian South Dou Array', in fact, this is not even a fur, if they continue to go deep into the mountain, they will definitely fall into the illusion, and then the demons will breed, and they will inevitably go mad and die!

The mountains and forests are silent, and the 'Dutian Nandou Array' isolates Qinglian Mountain from the outside world, and also makes this mountain range free of any birds and beasts, except for the dense vegetation all over the mountain range, the entire Qinglian Mountain can be said to be silent!

This is a mountain tomb and a burial ground, the living should not be approached, and the dead rest in peace!

Airplanes!

On the top of Qinglian Mountain, the sword is rioting, the chaotic sword qi is surging in all directions, and the cyan lotus flowers are all over the void, it is the white-headed sword screaming, it seems that it has been waiting for thousands of years and finally looking forward to the arrival of Lu Xin!

Lu Xin hugged the qin in his arms, looking at the top of Qinglian Mountain from afar, when he felt the sorrow of the white sword, the calm heart lake bloomed with ripples, and a deep uneasiness grew from the bottom of Lu Xin!

Phew!

Floating light, close to the end of the world, Lu Xin's brows were tightly locked, and he turned into a streamer of light and shot towards the top of Qinglian Mountain, and the explosion of the flesh tearing the void continued to explode, if this scene was seen by the world, it would definitely be shocked to the point of no return!

The top of Qinglian Mountain!

Like a meteor, like a meteorite, it came as Lu Xin tore through the void, and before he could stand firm, the scene on the top of Qinglian Mountain made Lu Xin stunned on the spot, and the breath around him was dead and silent to the extreme!

Three thousand black silk was windless, the hem of the white clothes exploded, Lu Xin clenched his fists, the green tendons on the back of his hands swelled like earthworms, his body was trembling, and his eyes were completely soaked in blood, making people look like evil ghosts crawling out of the hell of Yama at a glance!

The top of Qinglian Mountain!

Two tombs, the former Qinglian Sword Shrine has been broken, a three-foot sword is sinking and floating in the void, but the sword body of this sword is cracked abnormally, as if it is about to explode at any time, even though the sword body is still releasing the sword in the sky, but the meaning of endless sadness is slowly blooming on the white sword!

And this is not the reason why Lu Xin really lost his temper, what really made Lu Xin unable to control himself was the Taibai Tomb!

The Taibai tomb was shattered, and the coffin lid in the tomb was artificially lifted, but Li Taibai's body was not seen in the coffin, except for a mottled and simple stone plaque, there was nothing in the coffin!

Bang!

The mountain stone shattered, the nine-stringed piano was inserted into the surface, and the terrifying aura shot out in all directions with Lu Xin as the center, and the endless sea of clouds turned into mist, and he stared at the Taibai tomb, as if he had fallen into a dead silence!

Step-step-step!

Lu Xin's pace was moving, as if he had exhausted all the strength of his body, and after a full stick of incense, he finally came to the Taibai tomb!

"Who is it...... Who is it?"

Lu Xin's eyes were blood-red, his face was hideous and terrifying, he looked up to the sky and roared, his hair flew wildly, and extremely terrifying blood light appeared around him, which also made the entire Qinglian Mountain shake wildly, as if the sky had collapsed!

Airplanes!

The sword qi was buzzing, extremely sad, and the white-headed sword flew and circled around Lu Xin, as if telling the grievances of a thousand years!

Rumble!

The blood was surging, the mountains and rivers were turbulent, Lu Xin suddenly held the Baishou Sword in his hand, and there was an endless explosion from the thousands of miles of void, and his blood-colored eyes slowly closed, feeling the memories of the Baishou Sword's past!

Eight hundred years ago!

The black robe covered his body, he didn't know men and women, the strange death air spread around this person, he walked in the Qinglian Mountain, the 'Dutian Nandou Array' seemed to be useless to this person, as this person came to the top of Qinglian Mountain, he looked at the Taibai tomb, and his mouth let out a ghostly laugh!