In a corner of the vast land of the ancient state of the Mortal Realm, there is the Qingming Sword Sect, one of the largest cultivation sects in the world.
In this natural world, no one knows the prestige of this sect. In this sect not only every few hundred years, there will be a group of old monster-level monks who can transform into gods and even transcend tribulation. Even more than 3,000 years ago, there was a sect leader who broke through the shackles of the robbery and soared in the daytime. For the fairy!
Perhaps it was the protection of this cactus sect. Although this sect has experienced several cataclysms for thousands of years, it still stands tall and the incense continues.
And this year, it is the Qingming Sword Sect's 20-year disciple election event. People from several countries in the ancient state, and even people from other big states, who are eager to seek immortality, have gathered in Qingming. In the small town of Xuanjian under the Ming Mountain.
But that night, a catastrophe quietly fell on Qingming Sword Sect before they knew it.
It was night, among the towering Qingming Mountains, two disciples of three generations in Qingyi near the mountain gate were yawning boredly, talking about the recent trifles of the martial arts and the beautiful sisters and sisters, and by the way, they were imagining in their minds that they would pass tomorrow. Will the newcomers who join the sect have the half of their destiny in this life
But when they were talking about the sky and the earth, a cloud of darkness silently obscured the Qingming Sword Sect, and hung the bright moon of a thousand years.
The first thing that struck was an extremely strong sense of oppression. It was as suffocating as the sultry heat before Chunlei. Almost instantly, the disciples guarding the mountain gate felt strange and uneasy.
Afterwards, outside the mountain protection formation at the gate of Qingming Mountain, there was a dark cloud that filled the sky without warning, and there were thunder snakes rolling in the dark cloud, rumbling thunder, and an echoing human voice sounded.
"Old Qing Ming! I'm here for revenge!"
The thunder sounded louder, the thunderbolts exploded, and the thunder snakes in the dark clouds gathered together, turned into a thick thunder gun, and rumbled on the mountain protection formation of Qingming Sword Sect, causing the blue formation to be violent. of shaking.
"Go and report to the head!"
The disciples guarding the mountain fell to the ground by the violent tremor, and then the second-generation Tsing Yi disciple who was headed quickly got up from the ground and shouted at the other disciples, and then he rushed to the vicinity of the mountain gate. Next to the Hong bell, he puffed up his true essence, used his fist as a hammer, and rang the bell with a thud.
The magic circle engraved on the bell echoed the sound of the bell in the Qingming Mountains. At this moment, everyone from the Qingming Sword Sect heard the sound. The second-generation disciples quickly directed their juniors and juniors to evacuate. The red-clothed direct disciples rode their own flying swords, and followed the elders and the sect master into the air. For a time, countless sword lights flew across the top of Qingming Mountain, which was really beautiful.
However, the uninvited guests outside the mountain gate obviously did not have the patience to wait for the arrival of the head and the elders. Seeing that the thunder gun was not broken, the rolling dark cloud suddenly turned into a beast claw covering the sky under its control, and suddenly grabbed Qing Ming. Jianzong's mountain protection formation, with a crisp sound, the mountain protection formation that has stood for thousands of years is like a soap bubble, which is shattered by the giant claws of the dark cloud.
The giant claw was castrated unabated, and with a loud bang, it was shot before the mountain gate, and the Qingming Mountain Gate, along with the entire mountain road, was shot into ruins.
It was also at this time that a cyan sword light shot directly from the cloud, turned into a cyan flying sword, and slammed into the dark cloud giant claw.
A figure fell from the highest main peak of the Qingming Mountains, turned into a handsome figure in white clothes and white robes, standing in the air with hands behind, looking at the dark clouds and said coldly:
"Who is coming?"
"Ignorant junior! I haven't heard of Lei Mozun's prestige!"
The dark clouds kept rolling, as if anger was brewing.
"Forget it, today I'm here to find Old Qing Ming to settle the bill and tell him to get out!"
"Patriarch Qingming had already ascended to the Tao three thousand years ago."
Jue Yunzi, the head of Qingming in white robe and white robe, frowned and said:
"If you want to find him, you should go to Immortal Realm, not to disturb our Qingming Sword Sect!"
"Hahahahahaha."
From the dark clouds came laughter:
"It's ridiculous, ridiculous! This old Qing Ming can even fly up in the daytime? Well, you are his disciples. I will destroy your mountain gate today, and then I will go to the immortal world to seek revenge!"
The dark clouds dissipated, and in the thundercloud, a huge divine beast appeared, with the head of a wolf and the body of a horse, with three long hook-shaped tails behind it, and a black muffled thunder wrapped around its body.
Sure enough, it is recorded in the ancient books, the thunder beast sealed by the ancestor three thousand years ago...
Seeing its real body, Jueyunzi frowned.
This thunder beast is the bloodline of a fairy beast. It has the strength of a monk in the Mahayana period. After falling into the magic way, his strength has skyrocketed by three points, and he can almost rival the gods. He is the leader of the peak of the integration period, although I am very confident, but I also know that I am not the opponent of this thunder beast, but the elders are in seclusion again. Once disturbed, I will not mention whether Shouyuan and Xiuwei will be affected. Yuan recoiled, was disturbed and seriously injured, even if the time came, it would not help.
Thinking of this, Jueyunzi's spiritual sense moved, and his spiritual sense was connected to one of his closed disciples.
"Go to Qixing Peak and ask Uncle Patriarch to help!"
A red-clothed direct disciple who was driving a flying sword and swept behind the elders heard the words of the sect master. He quickly took the order, and then turned into a streamer and flew to the most remote mountain in the Qingming Mountains.
Seeing the disciple lead the order to leave, Jueyunzi felt a little relieved, and then he raised his sword fingers together, and the blue flying sword under his steps turned into a stream of rainbows and flew around him.
"Want to pacify the Qingming Sword Sect? Then you can only let Jue Yunzi come to the peerless cultivation of Senior Thunder Demon for a while!"
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The words were divided into two parts. At the same time that the head of Qingming, Jueyunzi, stopped Lei Mozun, the red-clothed direct disciple also rode the flying sword and quickly came to the top of the Seven Stars Peak.
In a hurry, he didn't have time to show etiquette, and walked up the mountain from the mountain road, but landed directly in the small courtyard near the top of the mountain.
As soon as he landed, he immediately knelt down on one knee, mustered up the Jin Dan period's true essence, and shouted:
"The Qingming Sword Sect was attacked, and the head sect sent the disciples to come and ask the ancestors to come out to the rescue!"
The sound reverberated, resounding through the entire mountain, and after a while, the door of a room in the courtyard was pushed open, and a lazy voice came out.
"I know."
The sound of footsteps sounded, and then a figure appeared in front of the red-clothed disciple. The disciple couldn't hold back his curiosity. He looked up and saw a handsome young man standing in front of him. He was fair-skinned like a baby, but with white hair and white eyebrows, the hair color was like that of a hundred-year-old old man.
His face was lazy, and he was not wearing any clothing representing the Qingming Sword Sect, but a tight and wide-swing cloth, with a pair of cloud shoes under his feet, and an iron sword hanging around his waist, which did not look like a A person who is famous for comprehension is more like a chivalrous person.
But what shocked the disciple even more was the cultivation of the legendary "Uncle Patriarch".
During the qi refining period, he only has the qi refining period!
The red-clothed disciple was dumbfounded.
This is almost a level that can be achieved by martial arts people at the foot of the mountain, and with the strength of the Thunder Demon, let alone a Qi refining period, even if the Nascent Soul old monster goes, it is just to give it food.
"It's over, today next year will be the death day of Qingming Sword Sect..."
Unable to help, the red-clothed disciple murmured.
"Where is Jueyunzi now?"
The white-haired young man walked up to the red-clothed disciple and asked him.
"Wow, woe, the deceased is so, the world is full of banquets..."
But the red-clothed disciple was obviously in a state of being stunned, muttering some weird words.
"Huh? What are you talking about? Have you encountered a demon?"
The "Uncle Ancestor" who was in the qi refining period carried his iron sword and came to the red-clothed disciple, frowning and asking:
"What do I ask you? Where is Jueyunzi? Is it at the main peak?"
"That's it, that's it."
The red-clothed disciple gave up the treatment, raised his finger and pointed in the direction of the mountain gate.
"The head fights with people in front of the mountain gate."
"Oh, I see."
The white-haired and white-browed "Uncle Ancestor" nodded, and then squatted slightly, the red-clothed disciple suddenly felt a surge of true qi in his body.
With a loud bang, the entire Seven-Star Peak shook, the ground beneath his feet shattered, the red-clothed disciple was unsteady, and sat on the ground with his buttocks, while the figure of the patriarch was already flying high into the clouds, towards the sky. Jumped in the direction of the mountain gate.
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At the gate of Qingming Sword Sect, the disciples and elders looked up at the sky, and their leader was fighting with the comers in the clouds.
In the sky, the snake of thunder and lightning and the sword light shuttled endlessly, surging with huge energy, every energy between them was released, and even a small mountain could be easily blown up.
"Well!"
A few minutes later, a muffled hum suddenly came from the clouds.
A white figure fell from the clouds and hit the Hong Zhong in front of the mountain gate with a loud bang.
The smoke and dust dissipated, Jue Yunzi's mouth was bloody, leaning on his own flying sword, he slowly climbed up from the ground. He looked up at the sky with a solemn expression.
"Hahaha, after a thousand years, the successor of Qingming Lao'er, the strength is only so much!"
The thunder beast brought thunder and lightning, soaring into the air, and proudly looked at Jueyunzi on the ground with the attitude of a winner.
"You've already lost! Qian's ass is so poor, Qing Ming's mountain gate, let's destroy it here today!"
It raised its head, and the spiral horn on the top of its head emitted thunder, communicating with the thundercloud in the sky, brewing extremely terrifying moves.
But at this moment, a figure in the sky crashed down, kicking the thunder beast.
boom!
The thunder beast was caught off guard, and was kicked upside down and flew out. It landed on a small hill outside Qingming Mountain, and collapsed the entire mountain.
"who?!"
It roared angrily and rushed out of the smoke, only to see a young man with white beard and white hair standing in front of Jueyunzi, looking at it with leisurely attention.
"My name is Bai Qiuran."
The young man smiled gently and said:
"Today, Daoist Qingming, on behalf of your teacher, is here to meet you for a while."
Lei Beast stared at the young man carefully for a moment, and suddenly burst into laughter.
"Hahahahaha! What are you talking about? This is the funniest joke I've ever heard in my life!"
Lei Beast pointed at Bai Qiuran with his front hoof, and laughed until tears came out of his nose, snot, and saliva.
"A mortal body in the Qi refining stage, dare to claim to be Qing Ming Lao'er's apprentice! Haha, your insult to him is far beyond my imagination!"
The laughter gradually subsided, and the thunder beast said in a low voice:
"Go away, I can let you live."
"That won't work."
The corner of Bai Qiuran's mouth was smiling, but there were blue veins on his forehead.
"Do you have any comments on the Qi refining period?"
"Opinion?"
Lei Beast didn't want to answer this boring question. Seeing that Bai Qiuran wouldn't let it go, it opened its mouth and sprayed out a beam of lightning, trying to smash Bai Qiuran and Jueyunzi together.
The main target of this thunder light is still on Jueyunzi, a small qi-refining cultivator, who can kill countless beings with a single sneeze, and he is not qualified to pay attention.
"Master!"
Seeing Leiguang attacking his body, the red-clothed disciples in the sky screamed in surprise, but Jueyunzi remained calm, because he saw that Bai Qiuran in front of him had already drawn his sword.
A mouthful of true qi that boils like a sea, lifted from Bai Qiuran's qi sea, ignited his sword blade, and the tip of the sword was blazing brightly. It was the most commonly used basic martial skill for every cultivator when he started qi refining.
"Red Flame - Slash!"
The flames shot up into the sky, splitting the thunder light in two, and then castrated, like a hot knife cutting butter, cutting the unexpected thunder beast in half, along with the mountains behind it.
The light subsided, Bai Qiuran casually threw the long sword whose blade was burned into molten iron by the red flames, and then snorted coldly:
"Don't look down on the cultivators in the Qi refining period, they are very strong!"