The long sword was pulled out from Huan Ming's chest. Taoist Qingyun seemed to have used too much force and took several steps back, leaning on the white stone railing.
The black hair that was originally tied up with a hairpin fell apart and scattered on his shoulders in a messy manner. Combined with the blood on Taoist Qingyun's robe and the ferocious face, he looked even more terrifying and eerie.
As the sword was pulled out, blood splattered all over the ground, dyeing the sacred altar red. The blood flowed along the grooves between the stone slabs and spread along the corpse, like a big red flower.
As Huan Ming died, Taoist Qingyun opened his mouth and inhaled. The golden talisman that was bred in Huan Ming's body turned into a set of golden clouds and was swallowed by Taoist Qingyun in one gulp.
Suddenly, one could see that Taoist Qingyun's magical power had become even stronger, and even golden rays of light were emanating from his body.
And within his soul, an illusory golden talisman was gradually taking shape.
“Tick!”
“Tick!”
Taoist Qingyun dragged the long sword, and blood kept flowing down the sword edge.
As soon as he reached the steps of the Altar of Heaven, Taoist Qingyun stumbled and fell to his knees.
“Clang!”
The long sword also fell to the ground, making a slight sound.
Taoist Qingyun fell to the ground, his shoulders shaking constantly.
After a long time, he slowly climbed up.
The moment he stood up, there was no emotion in his eyes anymore. They were as cold as a piece of stone or as high as the clouds in the sky.
"If I am unkind!"
"I will kill all those who stand in my way of enlightenment!"
Taoist Qingyun, with disheveled hair, walked down the stairs of the Altar of Heaven step by step.
"Ants!"
"Ants!"
"They are all ants!"
Every step left a footprint, and each footprint was stained with blood.
After turning a few stairs, at the bottom, two disciples were holding flashlights and yawning. They were waiting for Taoist Qingyun.
Suddenly hearing the sound, the two dozing disciples stood up straight.
"Welcome Master to come down the mountain!" The two men bowed respectfully and saluted Taoist Qingyun who was coming down the mountain.
The figure walked down slowly, but this time stopped in front of the two of them. A disciple looked up, not understanding the situation. In the past, Taoist Qingyun would go back directly, and the two of them would follow behind to light the way. Why did he do that this time
However, as soon as he raised his head, he met the cold gaze of Taoist Qingyun.
After being frightened for a moment, he immediately discovered that Taoist Qingyun was covered in blood, with a long sword in his hand. The sword was stained with blood and was still dripping down.
"ah!"
Before he could even scream, he saw Taoist Qingyun swung his sword and struck him in the throat.
"Grandmaster! Grandmaster!"
“No!”
The other person wanted to run, but Taoist Qingyun swung his sword horizontally, and the sword light shot out through the blade and cut across his neck.
I only saw the head falling down, and the body was still running. After running seven or eight steps, it stopped, knelt on the ground, and pounced down.
After the two men died, a golden light surged out from their bodies and rushed into Taoist Qingyun's body.
Taoist Qingyun had an expressionless face as he stepped over the headless corpse. He did not even look at the young man who died with his eyes open, and walked into the temple.
The lights were on in the temple. Most of the disciples had already rested. The rest were chanting scriptures in the main hall, some were practicing together in the quiet room, and some punished disciples were copying scriptures in the side hall.
When Taoist Qingyun walked in, the two disciples who were guarding the gate had not even raised their heads when two sword beams pierced their heads and they fell to the ground dead instantly.
A boy who looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old was holding the Sanyang Temple Taoist Canon. The scripture in his hand fell to the ground, stained and soaked with blood.
Taoist Qingyun, holding a long sword, walked through the dark front yard and broke into the hall.
At this moment, the oil lamps in the hall were still on. Under the dim light, more than a dozen people were still chanting scriptures.
At this moment, a Taoist who was only forty years old turned around and saw Taoist Qingyun, who was covered in blood and holding a blood-colored sword, walking in like an evil ghost.
"Guan... the Lord?"
"You...what's wrong with you?"
The horrified cry caused everyone to turn around and look behind them.
"Master?"
"Blood...blood! That's blood!"
"What's going on? Master?"
"What happened?"
At this moment, Taoist Qingyun had disheveled hair and his magic sword was shining. He stepped over the threshold of the hall, and blood dripped onto the threshold.
He raised his head and looked at everyone in the hall with cold eyes.
Everyone who met his eyes felt for a moment that his gaze was like a biting cold winter wind that froze them instantly, and their whole bodies shuddered involuntarily.
"run!"
“Run!”
“Something’s wrong!”
Some people immediately felt something was wrong and wanted to escape, but before they could take a step, they saw a flash of sword light piercing through their bodies.
Taoist Qingyun stepped up and swung his sword. In an instant, all the dozen people in the hall were beheaded and killed on the spot.
More than a dozen corpses fell in the hall, blood splattered the hall, the corpses overturned the candlesticks and dyed the statue of the ancestor red.
Taoist Qingyun carefully wiped the statue of the ancestor with his robe, raised his head, and looked at the statue of Chongyunzi with longing.
"Only me, only me!"
“He is the disciple of the founder who received the inheritance!”
"How dare you ants insult my heritage!"
"Today! We will eliminate all of you disciples who have brought disgrace upon our sect!"
At this time, outside the hall, groups of disciples rushed over, broke into the hall, and immediately collapsed to the ground in fear.
All I saw was corpses everywhere and blood flowing inside the hall.
Their master and ancestor was wiping the statue of the ancestor at this moment. He turned around, and a pair of strange eyes made everyone feel endless murderous intent.
His clothes were covered in blood, and the bloody sword in his hand showed what had happened in the hall.
The disciples blocking the door were so frightened that they retreated frantically and fled outside.
"The Grandmaster is crazy!"
"Master is crazy!"
There were shouts and screams outside, everyone was screaming madly, not knowing what to do, and the entire Sanyang Temple was plunged into chaos.
"Murder! Murder!" A disciple who had just put on his clothes turned pale with fright and even lost his shoes.
"The ancestor is possessed by an evil spirit! He's killing people everywhere!"
"The ancestor is also possessed by an evil spirit!"
Qingyun walked out of the hall, his fingers brushed across the edge of the magic sword, and a ray of spiritual light immediately shot up into the sky and penetrated into the sky.
A wave of vibration arose, and the peach forest spiritual formation outside was instantly activated, covering the entire Sanyang Temple and wrapping it tightly.
At this moment, Sanyang Temple was completely sealed off and turned into a dead place.
Taoist Qingyun stepped out of the hall and out of the courtyard, killing anyone he saw. His sword skills were fierce and decisive, leaving no room for anyone to escape.
With a wave of his hand, talismans flew up and the entire Sanyang Temple fell into despair and terror. Everyone was trying to avoid Taoist Qingyun and escape outside, but the entire Sanyang Temple was sealed off and they had nowhere to escape.
Wherever he passed, sword lights and talismans appeared, and disciples of Sanyang Temple fell one after another.
Many disciples fell down, and immediately a golden light emerged from their bodies and merged into Taoist Qingyun's body.
All one saw was the golden light inside Taoist Qingyun becoming brighter and brighter, even shining through his body. Amid the endless killing, Taoist Qingyun looked more and more mysterious, as if he was gradually ascending to heaven in the killing, turning into the immortal in the legend.
Some disciples who had learned spiritual arts from the golden talisman, or those who had practiced cultivation earlier, tried to resist Taoist Qingyun, but no one could withstand the sword of Taoist Qingyun.
"Master! Master! Don't kill me!"
"I am your disciple!"
A disciple who was usually very close to him knelt on the ground and begged desperately, but still could not withstand the sword piercing his chest. Before his death, he still couldn't believe that this was his master, who was so decisive and cruel.
"Master, let me go, let me go, I won't dare to do it again!"
"Let me down the mountain, let me down the mountain!"
The young disciple leaned against the wall and cried, and then he saw a flash of sword, and the whole person was broken into two halves, and a large blood flower splattered against the wall.
Taoist Qingyun passed through the courtyard, the corridor, the backyard, and the side hall, killing his way up.
The white Taoist robe was dyed blood red all over his body, and the original color could no longer be seen. At this moment, even Taoist Qingyun's hair and forehead had turned blood red, and his face and eyes were blood red.
The whole person stood on top of the corpses, transformed into an evil ghost from the deepest part of the underworld.
Taoist Qingyun wielded his magic sword and slaughtered all the people in Sanyang Temple, leaving no one alive. The blood flowed all over the ground and gathered into a river.
Until the last voice died down, the entire Sanyang Temple became quiet and no sound could be heard anymore.
The Sanyang Temple, which was once prosperous, bustling and noisy, has now completely turned into a dead zone.
Taoist Qingyun walked through Sanyang Temple like a lonely ghost. There were corpses everywhere, the temple was stained with blood, and even the sky was filled with a bloody and evil aura.
He stood in the front yard, with corpses all over the ground beneath his feet. Every step he took was on corpses.
He stood on top of the corpses, looking up at the sky.
At this moment, the bright moon in the sky was still there, and its light was projected on him, making him unable to help but close his eyes.
The blood-red face gradually calmed down, he spread out his hands and opened his mouth!
"Ah!" A roar shook the entire Huangyang Mountain.
Hundreds of golden talismans transformed into light and gathered on Taoist Qingyun's body, condensing into a Qinghua talisman seed, breaking through the mortal world, practicing Qi and building a foundation.
Forged into a seed of the Great Dao.
"Go rest! Go rest!"
"What is there to linger in this mundane world?"
"Skip off the dust! Cultivate the immortal fruit!"
Taoist Qingyun turned into a ray of golden light and rushed into the clouds, just like an immortal, disappearing into the light.
A few days later, on a full-moon night, the gate of gods and demons in Antarctica opened.
A ray of golden light fell into it and disappeared!