Xiaomu Peak has changed its appearance, and the mountains are soaked in blood, but in the eyes of Ge Xinglie, there are footprints everywhere that he has lived.

Thirteen years. Here, together with He Lianshan, he comprehends the mystery of the sword god. He Lianshan learned "righteousness", and Ge Xinglie comprehended "killing".

But the swordsmanship is of the same origin, how can Ge Xinglie not feel the "righteousness" in He Lianshan's sword?

The withdrawn boy who used to refuse to say a word to his classmates was full of sadness and heaviness when he set foot on this land again.

Yandang Mountain has never failed him, and he has never failed Yandang Mountain.

Fate turned him and Yandang Mountain into strangers, but he never forgot or never forgot a trace of warmth in many alienated eyes.

Bearing the name of the devil, he is full of blood, but there is no soul of Yandang Mountain under the sword.

You often claim to be the hope of the next generation of Yandang Mountain, but at the moment of life and death in Yandang Mountain, you can only run at the foot of the mountain in embarrassment, and watch the ancestral hall of the ancestor destroyed by those demons. Weeping, repenting, vowing revenge...... That's all you can do! Tut! You can't just be brutal, you have to count on me in the end!'

Ge Xinglie looked up.

The sky was like ink, and the black clouds were heavy.

There is no cloud and breeze in the past, and it is extremely unfamiliar.

This may be the last time he sees the night sky of Xiaomu Peak......

In front of the ancestral hall, the flames of war roared, and the mountain protection circle let out an unsupportable moan.

It's time to go!

Passing by a sea of trampled flowers, suddenly a colorful cloud flew out of it, which was a butterfly, gathered in front of Ge Xinglie, and flew up and down around him.

"It's hard for you to remember me. Ge Xinglie stretched out his hand, and a butterfly rested on his palm, which symbolized death. The palm that has taken the lives of countless people is so gentle at the moment.

I really want time to stand still forever......

"Brother Xinglie?" You Xiahan called softly.

Ge Xinglie raised his hands, and the butterflies rose into the sky, colorful and scattered, floating like rain, "Let's go." ”

In the butterfly rain, his smile was so soft. The disciples who grew up in the Demon Gate would probably never have imagined that the Demon would smile like this.

In front of the ancestral hall, the demons were hideous, hitting the mountain protection circle with huge and ugly bodies wave after wave. Flesh and blood flew everywhere, screaming again and again, countless demon beasts fell, and more demon beasts pounced on them behind.

Mr. Mo's Demon Sword and Wang Long's Four Elephant Palms are all close to the point of running out of oil and running out.

But there is still no end in sight to the tide of monsters.

Two figures came from a distance.

The magic sword ignited with purple ghost flames, wielding a sharp sword aura, accompanied by rolling thunder, and everywhere it passed, the gods and ghosts were cleared.

Ge Xinglie and You Xia Han rushed into the mountain protection circle like a bamboo. The magic circle didn't have any obstacles to this demon disciple.

As soon as Ge Xinglie entered the ancestral hall, he saw Mr. Mo sitting in front of the hall, his face was gray, and his body was wrapped with a strong dead air.

"You're here. Mr. Mo raised his eyelids.

"You look like you're dying. Ge Xinglie's face was expressionless.

Mr. Mo smiled bitterly: "Dying in this ancestral hall is also a good destination......

"But if the ancestral hall is breached, the end will be miserable. Ge Xinglie curled the corners of his mouth.

"Xing Lie!" Wang Lung shouted in a hoarse voice, "When is it, you are still fighting with the master! The ancestral hall can't be guarded, you quickly send a message to Chen Gang and Lian Shan, let them go quickly, don't waste your efforts." As long as they can survive, the Dao system of Yandang Mountain can be passed on—"

"How do you know that the ancestral hall can't be defended?" Ge Xinglie interrupted him with a cold snort, "What's more, Senior Brother Yihao has a black temperament, even if you take out the master's edict, he won't listen to it! ”

"Yes...... But we don't have much strength left. Wang Lung let out a long sigh.

"I didn't expect you old guys in the first place. Ge Xinglie smiled coldly and said in a deep voice, "Xia Han, you go and preside over the big array!"

You Xiahan silently replaced Wang Lung's position. The moment the Heavenly Dragon Sword was inserted into the center of the Mountain Protection Array, a brilliant light suddenly rose up, and the golden flames devoured the bodies of countless demon beasts, and the group of evils retreated, wailing under the dazzling light.

The magic circle, which had been compressed to a very small size, suddenly expanded, counterattacking the demons, and taking away tens of thousands of yin souls in an instant. On the ancestral hall of the patriarch, it was like a sun shining in all directions, and the faint sound of the roaring of the heavenly dragon spread in all directions.

A rapid and continuous thunder sounded from a distance, and the figure of Ge Xinglie had already been killed with the magic circle. The dull sound of sword qi and thunder was endless, shaking everyone's hearts. While the demon beasts and evil people were still stunned, the sword qi roared down, and hundreds of evil demons disappeared under the Ziyan Sword.

But immediately after, a huge shadow poked out from the depths of the clouds, carrying unparalleled might, and attacked the small figure on the mountain peak.

Demon Emperor, Moyun Jinpeng!

The Golden Wings spread their wings and covered the sky and the sun, casting a deep dark shadow over the entire mountain. Song Xinglie was unavoidable, his whole body was full of aura, and the killing avenue was running to the extreme, facing this suffocating terrifying pressure to counterattack the past.

"Bang!"

The tiny body crashed into the huge shadow, then fell backwards, bounced off like a grasshopper.

Ge Xinglie fell back to the mountain, his legs deeply embedded in the dirt. The black seal above his head froze for a moment, and then circulated again. But the shadows shrouded again, and even the distant mountains, the bloodstreams of war, and the reckless fields all fell into darkness, and in an instant the entire heaven and earth became his enemies, and the power of human beings seemed so powerless under the pressure of such a thousand-year-old demon.

The aura was evacuated, and the rain curtain poured down, accompanied by the sound of tornadoes, and the power of the song Xinglie was quickly consumed and dried up.

No matter how fierce the sword qi is, it can't tear open this dark world. The gap in absolute power cannot be bridged by will.

"That's the end of it, it's still not as good as you...... Senior Brother Hao, if you were here, you should be able to hold out longer...... The Taoist system of Yandang Mountain is handed over to you!"

Ge Xinglie shouted loudly, his killing intent soared, and he raised his head and pointed directly at the huge body that was getting closer and closer.

The seal of life and death in his sleeve exploded with a bang.

The ultimate meaning of the Killing Avenue, coupled with the power of the seal of life and death, how far can this monster be injured?

A hundred zhang thunder, nine ghosts chasing souls. Pitch-black electric light rushed towards the demon in the sky. But Ge Xinglie can't see the results anymore.

For this blow, he paid with his life.

Moyun Jinpeng wailed and fell into the abyss. The huge body, and the whistling wind like the end of the world, made the demon beasts, evil sect disciples, and righteous path disciples who were fighting below all terrified.

Fortunately, Moyun Jinpeng quickly woke up from the severe pain, flapped his wings, and took off again.