Jing Yue took off all disguise.
Everyone was shocked, and the two stewards said in unison, "Who are you!"
But Liu Tianhao, who came with Chen Guanshi, trembled in his heart, "It's you!"
He recognized it! This person is Jing Yue who joined the sect with him!
Jing Yue said with a smile: "It's me, are you surprised? Are you surprised?"
Liu Tianhao's eyes were full of fear, and he had an ominous premonition in his heart. He could not forget the visions of the Cold Cloud Sect that day, and he had reason to suspect that those visions were all related to the person in front of him!
The rest of the people also knew something was wrong, especially when they saw that Jingyue had already practiced the third level of Qi at a young age, they were even more surprised.
When Manager Wang was nervous, he cast out a spell in a daze. Qingguang rushed in through the gap in the prison door, and he was about to shoot Jingyue!
Liu Tianhao shouted: "Don't!!!"
It's a pity that he was a step late, he watched Jing Yue pull out a bell and shake it gently.
Qingyue's bell rang, and a translucent mask appeared around Jingyue, absorbing the spell completely.
Immediately, a vast and tyrannical coercion enveloped the entire dungeon. Under the pressure, Guanshi Wang spat out blood and fell limply to the ground, his limbs twisted strangely, as if his bones were crushed.
Chen Guanshi was shaking like a sieve, "Old, old..."
White Mist Peak.
Yi Ye slowly opened his eyes from the closed state, pinched his fingers, and a sneer formed on the corner of his mouth, "Rat, courting death!"
Qingyun Peak.
Wei Tianli was discussing with several elders when suddenly, his movements stagnated, killing intent flashed in his eyes, and instantly disappeared from the spot.
At the same time, the Cold Cloud Sect disciples also sensed the pressure of their ancestors. However, that coercion was not aimed at them, so even the lowest-level disciples were only slightly uncomfortable.
But when the ancestor was angry, everyone in the Cold Cloud Sect was panicked.
And the guests who stayed in the sect were even more shocked, and they all speculated what happened to the Cold Cloud Sect, so that an ancestor of the sect became a fire
In the dungeon, Jing Yue slowly put away the bell.
He is only practicing the third level of Qi, so of course he has to prepare the amulet in advance if he wants to do things. This bell is used to summon the thugs.
The already frightened Steward Chen stared blankly at Jing Yue, who is this person? ! Why... Suddenly, an absurd thought flashed in his mind—a year ago, someone went to the patriarch's door, and Patriarch Yi Ye had a new junior brother...
No, impossible!
Manager Chen screamed and fainted!
At this time, the ground had collapsed, and no matter how stupid they were, they knew that they had provoked someone they shouldn't have provoked.
Suddenly, they saw four people appear in the dungeon—
Master!
Ancestor of the wind!
Ancestor Liu Yun!
And... Ancestor One Leaf!
Yi Ye hurriedly walked towards Jing Yue, but did not see any movement from him, the prison door blocking him was twisted and deformed instantly, a huge gap was opened, and the forbidden spirit chain around Jing Yue's wrist was also broken in an instant.
"Master, brother! You have been wronged!"
Yi Ye hugged Jing Yue tightly, her heartbroken expression made people unable to bear to look directly, Liu Yun Liu Feng and Wei Tianli twitched the corners of their mouths together.
And the others have no intention to pay attention to the image of Yi Ye's collapse as if it has been taken away, and they were stunned by the name of the ancestors...
Junior Brother? !
Could it be said that the new and old ancestors of the Cold Cloud Sect are the Jingshan who were imprisoned by them, framed and framed, and were about to abolish the cultivation base and expel the sect? ?
The answer is obvious, because they saw that the other two ancestors and the head sect also bowed respectfully to Jing Shan, and they were so frightened that their hearts were broken and their souls flew out of the sky!
Yi Ye carefully probed Jing Yue's body, and finally felt at ease, and wanted to take Jing Yue away.
Wei Tianli said, "Ancestor, how should these people be dealt with?"
Yi Ye's footsteps did not stop, and her tone dropped to freezing point, "What's the use of bullying teachers and destroying ancestors? Kill them."
Liu Yun Liu Feng also said, "That's how it should be."
Wei Tianli bowed his hands: "Follow the order!"
So far, the fate of Liu Tianhao and others has been ruthlessly announced.
"No! No! I don't want to die!"
"I am willing to abandon my cultivation and go home to do my filial piety!"
"I know I was wrong, I beg the ancestors to forgive me!"
"Master, spare your life!"
…
Hearing the sound of a sword, the dungeon regained its tranquility.
As soon as Jingyue came out of the dungeon, he saw a little yellow chicken flapping its wings and pounced into his arms.
Lan Feng said coquettishly, "Death, people want to kill you."
Jing Yue: "...Then you won't come to accompany me in the cell?"
Lan Feng froze and looked away with a guilty conscience, "I, that, there is a barrier outside the dungeon, so people can't get in."
Jing Yue: "Haha."
Do you really think he can't guess
Recently, there have been many cultivators in the city of Hanzhou, and many of them are well-known experts. This has provided a lot of material for the practitioners in the city who make up the scriptures. There are new books on the market one after another.
Lan Feng is fascinated every day and forgets to eat and sleep, how can she still remember herself? If you don't see it open its mouth, is it just a bunch of talk
Jing Yue: "Your favorite scene of 'playing a pig and eating a tiger' was staged in the dungeon just now, but unfortunately you can't get in, alas..."
Blue Phoenix: ! ! !
Uncomfortable! want to cry!
QAQ
That day, Jingyue followed Yiye back to Baiwu Peak, and after two days, various rumors appeared in the Cold Cloud Sect.
Most of them said that the aristocratic faction and the pro-passing faction made Old Ancestor Ye angry, and Guanshi Wang, Guanshi Chen, and the accompanying disciples were all executed. As for the reason, there are rumors that they slandered innocent disciples, there are rumors that they murdered their fellow disciples, and there are rumors that they did dirty things that made Han Yunzong ashamed in front of other sects.
The seniors of the aristocratic family and the pro-inherited faction were equally confused. They all knew what the two stewards of Chen Wang were doing that day, but they framed a junior, why did they involve Old Ancestor Ye? They were worried for a while, afraid that the ancestors would still be held accountable, but nothing happened.
But no one dared to relax, they guessed that maybe the grand ceremony was just around the corner, and Old Ancestor Yi Ye had no psychological understanding for the time being, and was ready to settle accounts in the autumn. Therefore, the three major factions have converged like never before, and they wish they could live with their tails between their tails.
In the dormitory, Liang Yuan and Shi Nian were also discussing this matter. When Jingshan was taken away that day, they also went to the senior brothers who were familiar with the commoners, hoping to get A Jing out, but the response they got was disappointing. , the other party also warned them not to meddle in their own business.
Yu Xiaobao was silent the whole time, even though his brother had not been dealt with, his heart was still heavy. He could vaguely guess that these things were related to Jingshan, and the truth must be unbearable.
Perhaps, the three-legged situation between factions is about to change...
In a blink of an eye, there are only seven days left until the grand ceremony of the new and old ancestors entering the sect. On Baiwu Peak, two handymen disciples guarding the spiritual field were arguing with red ears—
Qiubai: "I said that Fairy Suhua of the Baifengjian faction is the most beautiful. I saw her from a distance that day, and for a moment I fell into a dream. I didn't even dare to look at her again, for fear of blaspheming the fairy."
Qiu Hong: "You are a real idiot. Fairy Suhua is the most common in the cultivation world. Most female cultivators are cold and ruthless. It is obviously the most charming Biling Fairy of the Taichu School, and those eyes are only light and fluttering. Take a look at you, I'm afraid you even lost your soul."
The two were arguing endlessly, and suddenly heard a cough coming from behind.
When they looked back, a strange young man appeared out of nowhere, looking at them with a smile.
Qiubai and Qiuhong were only selected into Baiwu Peak half a year ago. Although they didn't know the young man, the other party could come and go freely on Baiwu Peak, so they couldn't easily offend him.
So the two asked politely, "This senior brother, is something wrong?"
Jingyue: "I'll pick some green rock vines."
The two looked at each other and didn't have the guts to stop them.
When Jingyueren left, Qiubai said, "Who is that?"
Qiu Hong: "I don't know, ah! Could it be the new and old ancestor? I heard that he lives on Baiwu Peak, and Lingtian also belongs to him, but we haven't seen each other for half a year..."
Qiubai's body was shocked, and then he and Qiuhong said in unison, "Hahaha! How is that possible?"
On the other side, Jing Yue returned to the room to prepare the medicine.
If Mu Feng's dantian is broken, it means that he has lost the capital of cultivation. Although it was not caused by him, it was caused by him. After all, the other party was also a disciple of the Cold Cloud Sect, and not a hopelessly villainous villain. How could he watch Mu Feng's future be ruined
Mu Feng only hurt his dantian, and the spiritual roots in the pineal body are still there. In Jingyue's memory, there is a kind of Yuanyi Regeneration Pill, which can reshape and regenerate everything in the human body, except that it cannot repair the spiritual root.
It's just that Jingyue knew little about pill recipes and didn't give it to the Pharmacy Hall before, and now he can only try it out by himself.
This test lasted for six days, and I don't want to say more about the hardships and bloodshed. In short, the gophers in the back mountain of Baiwu Peak were almost caught by Lan Feng.
Yes, Jingyue developed Lanfeng's new skill - mouse trapping.
But fortunately, Yuan Yi Rebirth Pill finally succeeded in refining.
On the same day, Jing Yue found out about Mu Feng's dormitory and went down the mountain with the medicinal pill in his arms.
Along the way, he met a lot of monks from other schools, especially the people near the alchemy hall. It is said that monks who are good at alchemy have always come to ask for advice in the past few days.
Passing through a corridor full of flower vines, Jing Yue came to a small courtyard.
At this time, the courtyard door was wide open, and the two disciples were sitting on the stone bench in the courtyard chatting. There was a plate of spiritual fruit and two cups of spiritual tea on the stone table, which looked quite comfortable.
Jing Yue: "Does Mu Feng live here?"
The two chatting stopped and saw Jingyue. One of them was a little impatient, but he couldn't bear to get angry with the young man in front of him, so he asked lightly, "Who are you?"
Jingyue: "I'm Jingyue on Baiwu Peak."
Jing Yue? who? do not know.
However, they heard clearly that the other party was from Baiwu Peak, which was the territory of Old Ancestor One Leaf!
The attitude of the disciple who asked the question was much better, "If you are looking for Senior Brother Mu Feng, he does live here."
"Is he in the house?"
The disciple smiled meaningfully, "Where else can he go?"
The other also laughed.
Jing Yue frowned, and he felt that there was some gloating in the smiles of the two of them.
Entering the room, only Mu Feng was lying on the bed alone in the room.
The sun shone into the room through the window, but it couldn't shine in the corner where he was, and it looked cold and desolate.
"Mu Feng." Jing Yue called out.
The other party slowly turned over, turned his back to him, and made it clear that he didn't want to pay attention.
Seeing that Mu Feng was slow, but not paralyzed, Jing Yue knew that Zongmen had given him Baizhuan Jingdan to repair his meridians.
"Mu Feng."
"Stop screaming, which one of your defeated men is you, come to see my joke?"
A short sentence was enough to hear what happened to him these days. Jing Yue was silent for a moment, and said in a harmonious voice, "I'll help you reshape your dantian."
The man on the bed tensed his back, and then laughed: "What are you kidding? I never heard that the abandoned dantian can be rebuilt."
Jing Yue: "You don't know, it doesn't mean it doesn't exist."
Mu Feng turned his head angrily and tried his best to stand up: "What? Can't I make you happy with this rubbish? Why do you play tricks on me? Do you think I'll be fooled?"
He was panting, staring at Jing Yue with bloodshot eyes, hatred in his heart. If it weren't for that poisonous medicinal pill, how could he have been in such a situation
Thinking back then when people came and went in the dormitory, his fellow disciples treated him with respect, but now...
As soon as the ceremony is over, he will be forced to leave the sect. Twenty years of hard work will go to waste, and he will never be able to touch this Qingyun Road again!
Jing Yue calmly boasted, "Do you believe in the medicinal pills that the ancestors on Baiwu Peak made by hand."
Mu Feng: "..."
After a long while, he asked hesitantly, "Are you from Bai Wufeng?"
"Exactly."
"But how could Ancestor Yi Ye save me?"
Mu Feng couldn't believe it. After all, even the pro-passionists had given up on him. Even stepping on his blood and tears to exchange benefits with his enemies!
But what can he do? He couldn't do anything but swallow the bitter fruit.
Jing Yue knew that he had misunderstood, and without explaining it, he took out the medicinal pill directly, "The refining process will be very painful, I hope you can hold on."
Seeing Mu Feng's dazed expression, he said again: "Why are you being so rude? Anyway, it's like this, how can it be bad?"
Mu Feng smiled bitterly, "You're right, how can it be bad?"
After all, he took the medicine pill and swallowed it.
Soon, Mu Feng felt that the originally empty dantian suddenly felt warmth, and his body became hotter and hotter, as if his internal organs were being burned by fire.
But Mu Feng was not afraid at all, he was just afraid that the pain could not be more painful, because he knew that his damaged dantian was being repaired little by little.
Pills really work! This man didn't lie to him!
Mu Feng mobilized the strength of his whole body to overcome the pain of refining the medicinal pills. When he thought that he could still cultivate, he felt that there was nothing he could not bear.
Those lingering and weak wills become indestructible again at this moment!
"Ah-"
Although Mu Feng endured so hard that he even bit his teeth, the refining process was so torturous that he finally let out a scream.
The two disciples outside the courtyard were shocked at the same time, and one of them asked in a low voice, "What's going on inside?"
The other shook his head and said softly, "Could it be that that person is actually here to torture Senior Brother Mu?"
"That's too cruel? It's even more cruel than those people before."
"Tsk, you can't look like a person. I think he looks quite pleasing to the eye, not like a cruel person."
"Forget it, don't worry about it, who said that Senior Brother Mu made too many enemies before? Besides, that person lives in Baiwu Peak, so it's hard to deal with a kid."
…
After about a quarter of an hour, Mu Feng finally stopped screaming, and his breathing gradually calmed down. Jing Yue swept away with his divine sense and found that his dantian had been restored to its original state.
When Mu Feng opened his eyes again, there were no outsiders in the room.
He lowered his head, slowly opened his palms, and clenched them suddenly, tears rolling down his eyes.
After a while, he walked out of the dormitory. Facing the surprised expressions of his roommates, Mu Feng didn't realize it.
He knelt down heavily and kowtowed in the direction of Bai Wufeng.
—
Xiaori wakes up the sleeping Han Yunzong.
When Jingyue came out of the room, the three ancestors of the Cold Cloud Sect were already waiting outside the door, and when they saw him, they greeted him with disciples.
Yiye: "Master, today is your entrance ceremony. Your disciples and grandchildren have prepared some small gifts for you, please accept them."
Jing Yue smiled and said, "Then I have to see what it is?"
Yi Ye Convective Cloud nodded, and the other party stepped forward and offered a jade box.
Liu Yun: "Patriarch, this is the calamity-reducing mirror, which can block the full blow of the Void Returning cultivator, please accept it."
Jing Yue knew that Liu Yun was worried that his cultivation was still low, and if he encountered a villain and it was difficult to escape, he took the jade box and said, "You have a heart."
Liu Feng followed closely, and her gift was a Sumeru Ring.
The so-called "Natsumi in mustard seeds", although it originated from the lineage of Buddhist cultivation, has long been accepted by the cultivation world. The Xumi Ring is a completely independent space, somewhat similar to the Qiankun bag, but the former can accommodate living things.
Jing Yue used his divine sense to find out that a small spiritual mine was stored in the ring.
"...very good, you're so sweet."
Liu Feng smiled and stepped back.
Finally, Yi Ye offered a wooden box.
Jing Yue used his divine sense to find out that there was a book and a jade plaque in the wooden box. His eyes widened suddenly, "That jade card is..."
Yiye: "You gave it to the second senior brother. There is also the handbook, which records the second senior brother's cultivation morality. I know that he has always wanted you to see it."
Jing Yue's eyes dimmed.
The second disciple, Yi Wang, is the most talented among his disciples. No, it should be said that he is the most talented among the people he has met in his previous life. It took only three thousand years for Yi Wang to cultivate to return to the virtual world. If he hadn't encountered the chaotic world of demon robbery, he would probably have entered the calamity transition period in less time than himself.
Even so, during the battle of the demon robbery, Yi Wang also slashed the demon saint with a sword that returned to the emptiness, saving the human race and the fire and water!
Jingyue was proud of it, but also heartbroken.
Although his eldest disciple Yi Nian also fell, he left behind an inheritance, and his relatives and descendants were also taken care of by the Cold Cloud Sect, which has continued to this day. And Yi Wang was originally an orphan, and he suffered so much in his childhood that he was cold-hearted and used to being alone.
Yi Wang has no apprentices, no family, only a sword never leaves his body. But once he died, there would be no trace in the world.
Jingyue took out the jade token from the box. The jade token was only half the size of a fist, which he had given to Yiwang at the time. Since then, Yiwang has been wearing it.
The touch of the hand is cold, and it has been cold to the heart.
But many years ago, it was also warmed by a forgotten body.
Jing Yue looked at the lines on the jade plaque, and was suddenly stunned, "Why is there an extra line?"
- The sword comes out of my heart, I sacrifice the sword with my body.
He remembered that the jade card originally only had the first four characters.
Yiye: "That was engraved by the second senior brother later. He said that he had a new understanding in kendo."
Jingyue quickly took the handwritten note, looked through it roughly, and found that Yiwang seemed to want to create a sword technique by himself, and it had a prototype.
Usually, a sword, no matter how precious, starts out as a dead thing. But as the sword and the cultivator continue to fuse, refine, and grow, it will gradually give birth to the sword consciousness, and then the sword spirit, which eventually evolves into the sword soul.
And the sword that condenses the soul of the sword, it is difficult to find a sword in ten thousand years. The person who owns them must be a master of swordsmanship. If there is no accident, the road can be expected.
The idea of Yiwang is a brand-new way of thinking of swordsmanship. When the cultivator reaches the Great Perfection Realm of Zifu, he only needs to smash the Zifu, reshape the body, blend the sword spirit and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the dantian, and then cultivate from scratch on this basis. It can open up the cave without hindrance and awaken the soul of the sword.
"good!"
Jing Yue couldn't help but praise.
Yi Forget is indeed a genius that has been rare in kendo for thousands of years. He is able to avoid attacking his predecessors and create his own way, presenting another possibility for later generations!
It's a pity that the swordsmanship has not yet been completed, but it has become a different person...
Jing Yue seemed to see the disfigured child he brought back again, and saw those lonely and indifferent eyes, his heart suddenly became sour, and he suppressed himself.
On the last page of the manuscript, there are eight words written: One of the swords, there is no end.
He closed the notebook and put it away properly.
Jing Yue: "Let's go, it's getting late."
Yiye: "Master, you know, our sect usually prohibits flying unless it is an emergency. But today's sect entry ceremony, if you don't come down from the sky, you will look so imposing, so..."
He wiped his hand, and a bunch of flying instruments appeared in the air.
Ichiba: "Will you choose one?"
Jingyue: "..."
—Brooms, rags, buckets, poles, dice…?
Imagine him entering the field with such a magic weapon, the picture is too beautiful to look at.
Jingyue knew that Yiye didn't do it on purpose, because Yiye's own flying instrument was just a washboard, but he mostly used swords outside, barely maintaining the style of an expert.
But Yi Ye's good intentions are really unfortunate for him, maybe only Lan Feng understands.
"I want a broom!! Jingjing quickly choose a broom! That's the magician's mount! Jiji wants to sit on a broom!!"
Jingyue: "...Thank you for your kindness, I'll do it myself."
Yiye: "But Shizun, you can't control your sword yet?"
Jing Yue gave him a "Are you stupid" expression and silently looked up at the sky.
The sky was as blue as wash, and the spirit birds soared with outstretched wings, passing through trails of white mist. Jing Yue whistled, and the spirit birds in the sky suddenly seemed to be inspired, and they came in groups towards Baiwu Peak, fell obediently at his feet, and bent down slightly.
Lan Feng, who had regained her "beauty", stood on Jing Yue's shoulder at this time, raising her head proudly. Although it was dissatisfied with Jingjing's giving up the broom, but at this moment the spirit birds surrendered to themselves, it was still acceptable.
Seeing Lan Feng being amorous and silly, Yi Ye's eyes twitched.
Jing Yue finally chose the crane closest to him, sat on its back, and touched its head.
The crane raised its neck and chirped, flapped its wings and flew into the sky, followed by the rest of the spirit birds.
At this time, more than ten Taoists were suddenly ushered in front of the gate of the Cold Cloud Sect. The leader was in his early twenties. His appearance was amazing, his natural quality was natural, and his face was frosty, making people dare not look at him.
The disciples of the Cold Cloud Sect guarding both sides of the mountain gate saw his appearance clearly, and immediately gasped, their faces flushed, and their tongues knotted with excitement.
"Qin, Qin Zhenjun is invited!"
The young man nodded slightly and led a group of people into the Cold Cloud Sect.
This group of people are the disciples of the number one Sword Sect in the world, Wan Ming Sword Sect.
In fact, they have been on the road very early. After all, the fact that the Cold Cloud Sect has a new ancestor is a major event that shocked the cultivation world. Both the public and the private Wan Ming Sword Sect attach great importance to it.
It's just that they got the news of the magic repair on the way, so the time was delayed.
In the team, some disciples were still here for the first time, and as soon as they entered the mountain gate, they were shocked by the dreamlike scenery of the Cold Cloud Sect.
"I heard that the Cold Cloud Sect is the number one scene in the cultivation world, and it really lives up to its reputation."
"The boundary stone in the sect is rumored to be carved by Daozu Jing Yuan. I have long wanted to come and pay homage to it, but when I saw it, it almost made my soul go out of my body."
"I don't know how amazing the new Taoist ancestor is. I heard that today's grand ceremony, even the three old ancestors who ignored the world for a long time will come forward."
"After all, it is the inheritance of Jing Yuan Daozu. Which sect or faction you go to, who shouldn't be a treasure?"
The disciples were discussing excitedly, but the young man stopped in a cold voice: "Be careful!"
A few people shivered and immediately quieted down.
Suddenly hearing a crane chirping, everyone raised their heads subconsciously, and saw a person flying over their heads on a crane.
Who is that person
They couldn't help but wonder, why would anyone dare to fly in the Cold Cloud Sect? Could it be the old and new ancestor
On the square of Shuiqin Island, Qiongxiang is lingering, and fairy music is light.
The ancestors of the Cold Cloud Sect who had not shown up for a long time appeared one by one, attracting the guests to be surprised and excited. But if you think about it, it's a matter of course.
In the grand ceremony of entering the sect this time, it should be the disciple of Daozu Jingyuan, and Yi Ye, as a disciple of Daozu Jingyuan, must be present. And the new ancestors became Liu Yun Liufeng's uncles directly from the theory of seniority. If they didn't come, it would be equivalent to bullying their teachers and destroying their ancestors.
Suddenly, several ancestors got up at the same time and looked at the sky.
In the distance, I saw a crane coming through the clouds, carrying an eleven- or twelve-year-old boy on it. The young man was born with Zhong Lingyuxiu, like a fairy in the sky stepping on auspicious clouds into the world.
Is that the new ancestor of the Cold Cloud Sect
The guests were stunned, and then laughed at their own guesses. How could the number one Dharma Sect in the world recognize a child as their ancestor? But after seeing Wei Tianli and a group of elders bowing to greet him, everyone was shocked.
Is it really him? ! So young? Could it be that the person from the Dali sect that the Cold Cloud Sect was looking for was also him more than a year ago
"Is Cold Cloud Sect crazy? That kid is only at the third level of qi refining. Even if he has the inheritance of Jingyuan Daozu, he doesn't have to hold the upper position now, right? Don't you know that the tree is big and attracts the wind?"
"Yeah, with so many stars conjuring up the moon, if his mind is not strong and he is blinded, wouldn't he be hurting him? If his cultivation is not smooth and the Dao is difficult to achieve, how should the Cold Cloud Sect deal with himself?"
Amidst the voices of doubt, some people gloated.
The disciples of the Zixia Sect winked secretly, and their elders said in their hearts: Cold Cloud Sect's actions are becoming more and more inconsequential, so it is exactly what they want.
As soon as Jing Yue landed, Wei Tianli invited him to his seat.
Afterwards, Yi Ye sat beside Jing Yue, while Liu Yun Liu Feng separated from both sides.
Wei Tianli faced the crowd and said loudly: "This is the fourth disciple of my Hanyun Sect's patriarch Jing Yuandao, Jing Yue, who is also a member of my sect in Dali. Today, the Hanyun Sect announced to the world that Jingyue is the Cold Cloud Sect's new ancestor, anyone who insults will be executed!"
As soon as his voice fell, everyone in the field felt the awe-inspiring pressure of three murderous intent descending, like a thousand mountains pressing down on the top.
The elders of the Zixia sect only felt a flower in front of them, and saw a bright red word "kill" in a trance, smelled a bloody stench at the tip of his nose, and there was a continuous roar in his ears, sometimes sharp, sometimes rough, sometimes high-pitched , sometimes in a low voice, and again and again—
"kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
The sound was like thunder falling from nine days, and it shook his blood to the point where he almost fell to his knees.
He was furious in his heart, and he led his disciples to come to congratulate him. Why was he insulted? He didn't know that the coercion was only aimed at those who disrespected Han Yunzong. Although the other guests felt the pressure, they were not uncomfortable.
- This is a threat! It is also a warning from the Cold Cloud Sect!
The elder of the Zixia Sect stalked his neck and glared ahead, just collided with the sight of the new ancestor. The other party's dark eyes seemed to engulf his soul, causing him to be eroded by the cold from head to toe, and he couldn't help but shuddered.
He suddenly woke up and lowered his head hastily.
No matter how things develop in the future, but now, the Cold Cloud Sect is still the number one Dharma Sect, with the great power of transcending the calamity in charge, and no sect can despise it!
At the back of the square, 100,000 disciples fell to the ground under black pressure. They touched the ground with their heads, and kowtowed three times.
The earth-shattering roar echoed repeatedly, as if the spring thunder was rolling, as if the river was mighty, making everyone's scalp numb.
No matter what the guests thought, they all bowed slightly at this time and said in unison, "He ancestor!"
"Om-"
In the distance, the response of the Biyun Bell was heard, intertwined with the human voice, solemn and grand.
But among the 100,000 disciples, there were still some people who looked terrified and uneasy.
Although they had never seen Jingyue's true face and couldn't see it clearly at this time, the thought of his age and some of the changes that happened in the inner sect was enough to guess his identity.
- New and old ancestors, most of them are Jingshan!
This answer made Yu Xiaobao in a trance, he couldn't imagine that he was daring to cheat the old and new ancestors! I don't even dare to think about it, why did the ancestor Yi Rongcheng Jingshan sneak into the inner door
Many people who had a direct conflict with Jingshan, such as the Long family brothers, were even more remorseful and wished they could disappear from the same place.
And Mu Feng also recognized the other party, the person who gave him salvation in desperation turned out to be the ancestor of the Cold Cloud Sect! At that moment, he made an oath in his heart: even if it is irreversible, he will follow him to the death!
As for the high-level officials of the family, the family, and the commoners, their hearts have reached their limit. There is a sharp sword hanging over their heads, and they will be cut off at some point!
Everyone has their own thoughts, and in front of them, each sect and sect offered generous gifts one by one.
Suddenly I heard a clear sound—
"Wan Ming Jianzong, Qin Yanzhi, come to visit."
There was silence in the field, but Jing Yue was refreshed, and he had been curious about this person for a long time.
I saw a young man in black slowly turning out of the shadows, the sun pouring down, jumping between his jet-black hair, illuminating his clear eyebrows.
Qin Yan held the congratulatory gift in his arms, walked solemnly, and led a group of disciples through the crowd, where there was no sound.
In the end, he stopped three feet away from Jingyue.
"Wan Ming Jianzong came a step late, please forgive me."
Jing Yue was stunned, for some reason, he felt that this person was very kind, but after thinking about it carefully, there was no such face in his memory.
He concealed the doubts in his heart and said, "Don't worry about it, and invite Qin Zhenjun to take a seat."
A disciple stepped forward to take Qin Yanzhi's gift. He wanted to lead him to the place of the Wanming Sword Sect, but he heard him say, "The reason for being late is because the traces of the demon cultivator were discovered on the way."
"Magic cultivator? But in the extreme northern continent?!"
Wei Tianli suddenly interrupted, his expression solemn.
Today's cultivating world is weak and has been imprisoned by the righteous way in Shuxi Continent. The extremely northern Luzhou has not heard the news of demon cultivators for a long time. And the entire Northern Continent can be regarded as the territory of the Cold Cloud Sect. As the head of the Cold Cloud Sect, he will never allow the devil to do things in the extreme north!
"Not more." Qin Yan said, "I discovered it when I passed through Zhongzhou."
He roughly described the situation they encountered on the road. It turned out that in Zhongzhou, they heard that several small gates had been dug tombs of their ancestors and lost their ancestors.
But these Taoist sects are far apart, and it is only their own sect who suffers, and they do not realize the seriousness of the situation. Qin Yanzhi quickly judged that the situation was different. After some investigation, he could only confirm that it was related to the corpse door, but failed to catch anyone.
"The corpse door?" Wei Tianli subconsciously glanced at Ancestor Liuyun, "Didn't the old blood corpse demon be severely injured by Ancestor Liuyun?"
"Yeah, isn't the corpse door hidden? I haven't heard news for hundreds of years."
"No, no, you haven't heard that the people from the corpse gate have manipulated Fairy Meng Yan to find Wanming Sword Sect and want to assassinate Qin Zhenjun?"
"Is this actually true? I thought it was a rumor!"
"But the blood corpse old demon was knocked down five hundred years ago, and he recovered so quickly?"
"If he gets an adventure, everything is possible, and if the old devil really recovers his cultivation base, then the Cold Cloud Sect, who had a great revenge with him back then, is probably going to..."
At this moment, the sky suddenly turned from bright to dark, and all of a sudden the clouds rolled over, and a huge black coffin appeared out of nowhere, pressing straight on Jingyue!
"Cold Cloud Sect has both a new and an old ancestor, how can I not come to congratulate my corpse?"
The high-pitched voice suddenly came near and far, and the expressions of many people changed dramatically—someone actually got in at the corpse door!
who is it? !
But they found that the several great masters of the Cold Cloud Sect were all calm, and the new ancestor even looked at the coffin curiously, without any panic.
The next moment, several red light holes penetrated the cloud and directly smashed the coffin.
When the sky cleared again, Wei Tianli shouted angrily, "How can you and other filthy people be allowed to run wild in the Hanyun Sect's territory!"
"Jie Jie, Sect Leader Wei is really disrespectful. The generous gift that our ancestor of the blood corpse specially prepared, you don't accept it today, we can only give it to another day—ah!"
Among the guests, the chest cavity of a Zifu Zhenjun suddenly burst, a plume of black smoke rose from the wound, and he hurriedly fled outside.
Then, another sword light shot out. The light was a fusion of yin and yang, and contained the laws of nature.
Jing Yue's eyes widened, even if he was stabbed by the sword light, he was reluctant to blink, reluctant to miss such an enchanting sword.
It turned out that this is Dao Yijian!
The author has something to say: Little Theater
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Ichiba: My master, woo woo woo~~
Jingjing: Mom
cloud: yes
Wind: Wisdom
Old Wei: Obstruction
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Jiji: As a ten thousand-year-old virgin, you are already a legendary magician, why don't you sit on a broom
Jingjing: …