Chapter 9 Doom

Qingyun Mountain.

Tong Tianfeng, ancestral temple.

The old man in charge of the ancestral hall is still holding his broken broom in his hand at this moment, standing at the door of the ancestral hall and looking out. The wrinkled face faintly revealed a strange expression, as if with some expectations and a little excitement.

There is no one on the open space outside the hall, but if you look carefully, you will find that there are many more strange charms around the open space than usual, either on the trunk of the surrounding trees, or hiding under the grass and stones. Each rune paper is about half a foot apart, which seems to be unrelated to each other, but in fact, it faintly forms a mysterious magic array, isoling this open space from the surroundings.

The sun is warm, shining from the sky, inside and outside the magic circle, but there is no difference at all, generally illuminated by the sun.

Just the next moment, there was a sharp sound, which suddenly came to mind from the top of the open space. The old man standing at the door of the ancestral hall looked up, holding the hand of the broom, and subconsciously tightened a little.

A strange darkness suddenly appeared from the top of this open space, covering the sky in a blink of an eye, instantly staining the surroundings with heavy killing. But this darkness is only in this open space, to be precise, only in the magic array made of those runes around. Obviously, the strange magic array on the periphery is used by the master to bind this power.

The black gas in the air was getting thicker and thicker, making people feel as if they were in the Jiuyou hell, but at the next moment, a dragon roar suddenly came out of the black gas, but I saw the blue light shining, bursting out of the black gas, and the light was brilliant in a blink of an eye, driving away the black gas

Lin Jingyu held the dragon-killing sword and appeared in the sky high in the sky. The blue light emitted from him, which was extremely dazzling, but when he saw that his eyes were bright and the human sword were united, he rushed straight down from the sky.

The dragon-killing sword is equipped with thousands of glows, roaring loudly, with a lot of momentum, and it is still far away in the sky. The ground has been dusty and the sand and stone have flown away. With Lin Jingyu's body shot like electricity, the side of his body seemed to be burning out of thin air because the speed was too fast and the momentum was too strong.

He looked like a desperate and warlike god of war, flying down.

The lips of the old man of the ancestral hall suddenly began to tremble slightly.

"Boom!"

The huge roar came in a blink of an eye, and the ground hit by the magic power of the magic moaned in pain. In an instant, the surface in the magic array was torn apart, and the stones, large and small, actually broke away from the ground and rose to the sky one after another. And the power in the dazzling blue light has penetrated deep into the depths of the earth.

All kinds of runes around this open space, including the mysterious charms painted on it, suddenly lit up together. There is a faint sound of mysterious spells in the air, sounding like whispering and talking, and the invisible force is radiating, covering this huge destructive force and not causing diarrhea.

Outside the magic array, the sun is warm and the vegetation is leisurely, while within the magic array, it is turned upside down, like a storm.

This is the magical scene outside the ancestral hall of Qingyun Mountain at this moment.

In the distance, a dark green figure looked here from afar, standing with his hands behind his hands and motionless.

The storm in the magic array gradually subsided, and the sand and dust in the sky were stimulated by the huge force to fall one after another. The cracks on the ground and the huge deep hole still recorded the earth-shaking blow just now.

Standing on the face of the old man at the entrance of the ancestral hall, the corners of his mouth moved, and finally showed a smile. Deep in his eyes, there seems to be a deep trace of relief.

After a roar, Lin Jingyu jumped out of the deep pit with a dragon-killing sword in his hand. His body was full of dust, and even his handsome face was stained a little. As soon as he fell to the ground, he began to gasp, but on his face, he still couldn't help looking excited.

He looked up at the old man standing at the door of the ancestral hall.

With a smile on the old man's mouth, he slowly raised his hand to him and waved gently.

Lin Jingyu gasped for a moment and quickly walked to the old man. Zhan Yan shouted, "Senior, I..."

The old man smiled and nodded, and his eyes rested on him, full of comfort and love. He whispered, "You're fine, really good."

With that, he slowly looked up, looked at the sky, and said leisurely, "Even if I was in those years, I would have cultivated this kind of 'ghost-killing' true sword formula much faster than you."

With a "brush" sound, Lin Jingyu inserted the dragon-killing sword back into the scabbard, and the excitement on his face has not faded. He said, "Senior, if it hadn't been for your guidance, I really don't know when I will be able to practice this peerless true method!"

The old man "hummed" and showed a trace of disdain on his face. He said lightly, "In today's Qingyun Gate, in addition to Dao Xuan, Tian Buyi and your former master Cangsong are okay. The other elders are all unscraps."

Lin Jingyu was stunned. He has studied art from the mysterious old man in the ancestral hall for more than ten years. Over the years, every depth of his practice, his admiration for the old man is deeper. He really feels that the old man has opened up a world he has never known. It turns out that monasticism can practice like this.

On weekdays, Lin Jingyu has been with the old man for a long time, and the old man loves him more and more, and what he usually says to him has gradually increased. Naturally, some commentators are involved. At this moment, the old man's tone is unexpectedly arrogant, as if looking at the world, and few people can enter his method. Eyes.

At the beginning, although Lin Jingyu did not dare to refute, he was also a little unconvinced. However, with the deepening of his practice, he became more and more satisfied that the old man was really unfathomable. He felt that he was so arrogant and naturally had his reason. With his deeds, how many people in the world can really be admire

It's just that he has always been very unpleasant to Tian Buyi, the fat uncle of Dazhufeng. Among them, I'm afraid there are some reasons why Tian Buyi scolded Zhang Xiaofan at the beginning. He couldn't help saying, "Senior, I think Tian Buyi is usually tight. What's so great?"

The old man looked at him and shook his head and said, "What do you young man know? Tian Buyi doesn't look amazing, but he has another talent in monasticism. Moreover, he is persistent and far beyond human reach, which is especially important after in-depth practice. After he entered the school, he had been ordinary. Once he was enlightened, his Taoist practiced thousands of miles a day, and his achievements were still above those brothers and sisters who were usually lively and looked down on him.

He snorted coldly again and said, "This person in the world is nine times out of ten mediocre, like a group of wastes from Tianyun and Shang Zhengliang before, what do you know?"

Lin Jingyu was silent, but looking at the old man's proud face, he even regarded Tianyun Taoist and other Qingyun's firsts who were famous in the world as waste. If this was spread to the outside, it would be a shocking joke, but somehow, Lin Jingyu heard it at this moment, but he was None of them.

The old man turned his head to look at Lin Jingyu and said, "Although you can use this type of 'killing ghosts and gods', this type of real sword is just as strong as the sun. Although it is powerful, it also consumes its own vitality. You are very talented. You can practice this method at a young age, but you still need to practice constantly before you can use it freely. Don't use this true sword trick until you are in a critical moment.

Lin Jingyu knelt down in front of him and said respectfully, "Yes, I know."

The old man helped him up, looked at him a few times, and a trace of pride flashed on his face. He said, "Today, both inside and outside of Qingyunmen, only said 'the true secret of the divine sword and thunder' is the supreme method of Qingyunmen. In fact, what kind of person was the ancestor I sent to Qingye From the understanding of the unknown ancient scroll, a total of four types of true magic sword formulas have been passed on. Which one is not the supreme true method with unparalleled power?

"What?" Lin Jingyu was shocked and said, "There are still such things, my master... He has never told me before."

The old man shook his head slightly and said, "Your master doesn't know either."

Lin Jingyu's shock is even more trivial. In those years, the Cangsong Taoist in Qingyunmen was simply below one person and above ten thousand people, but the old man actually said that he did not even know him, but in fact, the Cangsong Taoist did not say anything to him.

Lin Jingyu couldn't help but be a little more curious about the origin of the old man.

The old man's eyes full of vicissitudes and experience only turned on his face, and he knew the young man's thoughts, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he suddenly frowned, as if he had noticed something, and suddenly looked into the distance.

After a while, he withdrew his eyes, with a strange expression on his face, and then said lightly, "It's getting late. You go back first."

Lin Jingyu was really reluctant to give up, but he had always respected the old man and dared not to listen to him, so he knelt down and kowtowed three times, and then turned back and left.

Soon there was only the old man left in the field. He was silent for a long time, and his body returned to his staggering appearance. He staggered aside, the broom danced, and the dust was raised. While sweeping up the stone dust, the mysterious charms in the secret places were also swept up by him as if nothing and floated

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sorted out the open space, filled the stones randomly in the big pit hit by Lin Jingyu, and barely filled them. The old man seemed to be a little tired. He stood and rested for a while, then slowly turned around and walked back to the hall of the ancestral temple.

In the ancestral hall, it is still as quiet and dark as usual. Before the countless spiritual positions worshipped in the depths of the hall, the flashing candles burned silently.

It's just at this moment that there is still an extra figure, standing in front of those spiritual positions.

The man is dressed in a dark green Taoist robe and a fairy style Taoist bone. He is the head of Qingyunmen today.

When Dao Xuanzhen heard the sound of footsteps, he turned his head and looked at the old man here, but said nothing. He turned his head and looked at the spiritual cards of the ancestors, and then took a step, picked up three fine incense sticks on the sacrificial table in front of the spiritual cards, lit them on the candle He bowed three and inserted the incense into the incense burner.

"I haven't had incense for a while," Dao Xuanzhen's voice was calm and slow, as if he were talking to a very old friend, "I don't know if the ancestors will blame me."

The old man standing behind him walked up tremblingly, leaned the broom aside, picked up a rag, gently wiped the incense ash off the sacrificial table, and whispered, "You have made my Qingyunmen beautiful. It's too late for the ancestors to be happy. How can I blame you?"

Dao Xuanzhen smiled faintly, turned his head to look at him, and suddenly said, "You seem to be a little old again."

The old man paused for a moment, and then continued to wipe the table, and said without looking back, "People who have died in their hearts naturally get old faster."

Dao Xuanzhen looked at the old man silently and didn't say anything more. The old man slowly and carefully wiped the sacrificial table, put the rag aside, turned to face Dao Xuanzhen, looked at him for a while, and suddenly said, "Did you see it just now?"

Dao Xuanzhen nodded silently and sighed, "That child is indeed very qualified, but," his voice seemed to be a little louder. "I didn't expect that you would pass on 'killing ghosts' to him."

The old man snorted and said, "This child's mental qualifications are all good. In this case, why don't you pass it on? Is it all hidden in your body like you and take it to the coffin when you die?"

Dao Xuanzhen's face changed, as if he was angry, but somehow, to the old man, the leader respected by the world, was particularly patient. Even with such sarcastic words, his face just changed, and then he resisted.

"Yes, there is one more thing I want to tell you." Dao Xuanzhen said lightly.

The old man looked up and said, "I'm just an old man. What's the matter?"

Dao Xuan Zhenren said, "Just today, later, Yun Yilan, the owner of the Fragrant Valley, will lead his disciples to Qingyun Mountain to worship the mountain."

The old man suddenly frowned and said, "Yun Yilan?"

Dao Xuanzhen smiled and said, "Do you still remember him?"

The old man sneered and turned his head. His voice suddenly became a little meaningful and said, "That man is an old slippery man..."

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Southern Xinjiang, Qilidong Mountains.

This is a rolling mountain range, centered on the Qilidong Valley, extending around. For a while, the mountains have always been places with lush forests and green mountains, but now they have completely lost their original appearance.

The cold gloomy wind fell from the sky and roared through the mountains, like a ghost crying. The sky was full of black clouds, and the pressure was very low, a bit like when the Li people invaded Qilidong that day, but the power was far from comparable to that day.

In the forest of all kinds of birds and beasts, it has completely turned into a hell on earth at this moment. There are all kinds of strange monsters and aliens everywhere, and the bodies of birds and beasts that have been killed everywhere, and it is a bloody storm.

With a long roar, a clear shadow flew from a distance, and several ups and downs came to the front. It was the green dragon.

His face was grim, and his clothes were already stained with blood. The strong wind passed by, and he stopped on a horizontal branch, looked around, and then looked behind him.

Between the originally plain forest trees, there was a sudden sound of a harsh howl, flapping wings, the huge white bone demon snake suddenly rose into the air, and the figure of the green dragon in front of it suddenly reflected in the two giant eyes, and roared and rushed up. And right behind it, the black smoke rolled and roared like a tide. Countless monsters swarmed in and rushed to the green dragon.

Not long ago, the place where the Qiliong Miao people lived was suddenly surrounded by countless monsters, led by this terrible monster white bone demon snake. The body of this white bone demon snake is huge. Wherever it passes, the white bones are waved. People and animals are beaten out, and it can eject poison gas. People die. As for other ordinary monsters, they are also extremely powerful and cruel.

Although Miao Ren is brave, he is not the opponent of these monsters. In a blink of an eye, Qi Li Tong has become a hell on earth and a slaughter field. Seeing that the situation was not good, Qinglongyan made a quick decision and asked the Miao patriarch Tu Magu to withdraw the remaining Miao people to the altar. The wizards in the altar still knew some witchcraft in southern Xinjiang and could resist for a while, and he rushed forward and unexpectedly attacked the white-bone demon snake. At the same time, he used the rapid method to kill The attention of some monsters is drawn to themselves.

It's just that other monsters are fine, but the white-bone demon snake is not the same. With such Taoism as the green dragon, coupled with the Qibao "Qiankun Qingguangjie", it can't win. Moreover, the monsters around him gathered more and more, and the pressure of the green dragon was getting greater and greater. In addition to his shock, he also had the intention to attract these monsters, so he aimed at the air and fled to the mountain. Sure enough, he led many monsters, including the white bone demon snake, over.

It's just that since he wanted to attract the monster, he didn't want to fly up and only flew on the ground of the forest. But to his surprise, it seemed that the beasts and birds all over the mountains had strangely changed. They were either killed or became particularly aggressive monsters. They would appear wherever they went and be attacked. It's really difficult to deal with.

At this moment, the green dragon flew up again and dodged the huge tail blow from the angry white-bone demon snake, but three or four giant trees under his feet, which he didn't know how many years had lived, were swept aside by the monster like destruction, making a noise. During this period, it directly hit many smaller monsters, and suddenly the wailing sounded everywhere.

The white bone demon snake watched the green dragon fly up, the snake's head raised to the sky, roared, and suddenly three pairs of wings shook, and the huge body flew up and rushed to the green dragon in the air.

Qinglong was shocked. Although he saw that the monster had three pairs of wings at the beginning, such a huge figure really flew up, and the power was really amazing. For a moment, he saw the huge body rushing down.

However, Qinglong is not a mortal after all. He is listed as the head of the four holy envoys of the Ghost King Sect. Naturally, there is a place for him. His body twisted, and he abruptly passed through the gap between the twisted body of the white bone demon snake and flew in the opposite direction of Qilidong.

The white-bone demon snake roared repeatedly and flapped its wings to catch up.

The green dragon flew for a while. After all, his Taoism was profound. He gradually threw the white-bone demon snake and other monsters far away. At first glance, the distance was also far away. He was planning to get rid of these monsters and then turn back to Qilifeng to see how the situation of those Miao people was?

At this time, he suddenly swept the corners of his eyes and saw a purple light flashing in the woods under him, and then the blood splashed. The monsters roared one after another, and the monsters in all directions rushed to the place under him.

From the air, countless ferocious monsters rushed to the ground with their teeth and claws, like endless evil seas surging, which was really thrilling.

And among them, there was a woman's angry shout.

Qinglong's heart moved, and he turned a few thoughts like lightning in his heart. Finally, he broke down and went to check it.

As soon as he entered the woods, he only smelled the fishy smell and wanted to vomit. There were corpses of monsters everywhere, lying on the ground in pieces, and blood splashed everywhere. Sure enough, there was a woman-like person fighting with countless monsters not far away. A purple shining magic weapon in his hand, the sharp swallowed

Qinglong's eyes shrank and he lost his voice, "Purple Awn Blade... Are you a golden bottle?"

The woman seemed to be shocked. She looked back and floated over, but her hand did not stop at all. The purple light shone and killed three monsters.

"Who are you?" Jin Ping'er fell to Qinglong and said coldly.

Qinglong's heart is strange. With the practice of Jin Ping'er at this moment, why don't he rise from the sky? Once he reaches the sky, only a few of these monsters can go to heaven. Isn't it so simple?

Although he thought so, Qinglong was still ready to answer, but before he could speak, he and Jin Ping'er shook their bodies at the same time. As if they felt something, they looked up together.

Just now, countless monsters, who were still in a crazy state, suddenly retreated like a tide, but in the depths of the forest in front of them, a cold murderous intention surged over. The coldness of invisible murderous intent made these two people who were so high in the road fight a cold war.

Qinglong was stunned. There was such a terrible thing in the southern border!

Just in their shock, the next moment, behind a huge tree in front of them, the figure suddenly flashed, and a man slowly came out.

The man was dressed in bright silk, his black hair was scattered off his shoulders, his hands were slender and white, and his appearance was extremely handsome. He was actually a beautiful teenager with almost a little charm.

Qinglong was a little stunned, but almost at the same time, he suddenly felt that the body of the golden bottle beside him, somehow trembled slightly after the teenager appeared.