Chapter 4 Spirit Card

The vast land of China, the vast mountains, and the fertile land in the middle land, it still seems to be a prosperous and peaceful scene at this moment, and I can't feel the strange occurrence of the remote mountains in the southwest.

However, at this moment, there are two people flying to the Huqi Mountain where the original general hall of the Ghost King Zongzong was located. It was the Jin Ping'er and the Cangsong Taoist who secretly sneaked into Qingyun Mountain and secretly broke the "Tianji Lock".

After secretly destroying the heavenly lock of the four veins of Qingyunmen, they carefully explored around Qingyun Mountain according to the order of the ghost king earlier. It took a few days before they rushed back. All the way, the Song Taoist priests were silent, and sometimes it was rare to say a word all day, and the golden bottle was more or less. I understand the contradictory mood of some Cangsong Taoist, but she knows that she is not a soft-hearted and sympathetic and kind woman. On the contrary, although she still smiles all day long, she actually looks down on Cangsong Taoist in her heart.

On the way back, they entered the realm of Huqi Mountain for a hundred miles. After a day's journey, the two fell back to the ground from the sky and casually found a secluded valley to rest. The valley is not big. Between the mountains, there is a stream flowing down from the upper reaches, through the bottom of the valley and towards the bottom of the mountain. The stream was clear, and the golden bottle had been on the road for a day. I felt a little thirsty for a long time. I went to the stream and held some water in my hand and drank it in my mouth.

The tentacles of the valley stream were cold, but the entrance was very sweet. Jin Ping'er couldn't help taking a few more sips, and then took a breath. He turned around and smiled and said, "Taoist priest, this stream is quite good. Why don't you come and drink a little?"

Cangsong Taoist sat on a stone next to him and shook his head. He looked quite gloomy. In fact, he has always looked like this since he came back from Qingyun Mountain. Jin Ping'er looked at her eyes and smiled secretly in her heart, but she was too lazy to say it. She turned around, picked up the clear stream in her hand, and splashed it on her face a few times. Then she raised her head and shook it. She only felt a cool feeling on her face straight through her heart, indescribably happy.

Under the sun, the crystal water droplets on her white skin looked like pearls, slowly slipping, and her chest was slightly wet by a few drops of water, faintly revealing her light and plump skin, looking at her own enchanting beauty.

"Miss Golden." Suddenly. Suddenly. The Taoist of Cangsong, who had been silent behind his back, suddenly opened his mouth and shouted.

Jin Ping'er didn't expect that the Cangsong Taoist, who had always been like a stuffy gourd, would take the initiative to speak. She felt a little strange. She turned around and showed her signature charming smile and smiled, "What's the matter, Taoist priest?"

Cangsong Taoist's eyes drooped slightly, and he did not look at the beautiful face of the golden bottle that was enough to turn all sentient beings upside down. He frowned slightly. It seemed that his heart weighed on a lot of heavy burdens. After a moment, he only listened to him and said, "The ghost king s Yes, the magic religion..."

In the middle of his words, he suddenly suffocated. Jin Ping'er looked at him with a smile, but his eyes seemed to be a little sarcastic.

The Taoist of Cang Song was silent for a moment and whispered, "... The Holy Religion wants to unify the world, and Qingyunmen is naturally the number one enemy. Breaking their heavenly lock is the top priority. But I don't understand why the Ghost King also asked us to check in detail all the towns and villages within a hundred miles of Qingyunmen, as well as the people living there. These people are unarmed ordinary people. Even if they usually admire Qingyunmen, it seems that it is not enough for the Holy Religion to deal with them.

Jin Ping'er turned his eyes and smiled and said, "Why, does the Taoist priest have compassion in his heart and wants to universalize all sentient beings?"

Cangsong Taoist's face darkened and said, "I just think it's enough to deal with Qingyunmen. If even these innocent people are involved, it's unnecessary."

Jin Ping'er smiled and said, "Why are you angry, Taoist priest? I didn't say anything!" With that, she paused for a moment, and then said, "To be honest, the investigation of the towns around Qingyun Mountain was indeed ordered by the ghost king master. I don't know the reason, but in my opinion, with the spirit of the ghost king master, he doesn't look like a madman who slaughters the people for no reason?"

The Taoist's face slowed down a little. After meditating for a moment, he seemed to feel that Jin Ping'er's words were reasonable, but it seemed that he still had some scruples in his heart. He shook his head and said, "That said, but I still can't figure out why we should check those ordinary people. Those people, even if hundreds and thousands of people rush up together, I'm afraid they are not an opponent of monks.

Jin Ping'er smiled and said, "We all want to get this layer. The heart of the ghost king is as deep as the sea. How can we not think about it? So you don't have to worry about the Taoist priest.

The Taoist of Cangsong sighed and said, "It's because the ghost king's heart is as deep as the sea that I can't figure out what he is thinking at all. Although it's common sense, I'm afraid that he will suddenly..." After saying that, he seemed to feel a little bored. He smiled bitterly and shook

Jin Ping'er is naturally not the kind of person who will worry about the lives of countless people under Qingyun Mountain. Instead, it is a strange attitude of Cangsong Taoist, but she is a little uncomfortable in her heart. She doesn't know what her future fate is. How can she still worry about others? Is this the temper of these decent guys? Even if they devote themselves to the demon religion, they can't change it.

Jin Ping'er shrugged his shoulders and was puzzled by such a strange thing. He turned around and walked back to the edge of the stream. He wanted to wash his face before leaving here to continue on the road. He said lightly, "Taoist priest, don't worry. What do you want to do..."

Before the word "mo" was spoken, Jin Ping'er's eyes suddenly stared. The word seemed to be stuck and could no longer say it, and even her body seemed to be stiff.

In the stream, which had just been clear to the bottom, suddenly there was a piece of blood stain, dark red, flowing with the flow of water in the stream, slowly rippled away. Jin Ping'er stared at the blood, and his face instantly became difficult to look. He thought that he had just drunk the water here and washed his face with water. Jin Ping'er's stomach twitched, and there was a feeling of vomiting.

She stood still and looked silently for a while. Her eyes moved and looked along the blood stain to the upstream of the stream. Sure enough, the blood stain was slowly flowing down from the upstream. In the stream, it is like a thin red line, stretching endlessly.

Jin Ping'er snorted coldly and walked upstream along the stream.

Behind, the Cangsong Taoist saw that Jin Ping'er suddenly walked away. He was a little strange and said, "Miss Jin, what's wrong with you?"

Jin Ping'er did not answer him. His eyes just stared at the stream. The Cangsong Taoist frowned and came over. Then his face changed slightly and he also found the strangeness in the stream. After a moment of hesitation, he also followed Jin Ping'er upstream.

This stream is neither deep nor big. When people go down, they can't knees. They can cross three or four steps to the opposite bank, but the water is gurgling and winding, which is quite long. The two walked in the valley for half an hour, and they are about to walk out of the valley, but At the end, and the strange blood-stained red line in the water has also been extending.

Jin Ping'er and the Taoist of Cang Song looked at each other and frowned. Both of them were unusual. Naturally, they knew that if the blood of ordinary people and beasts flowed in the water, it would flow along the water, but if it was such a long distance, it would have been invisible in the water. At present, the blood stain in the water is still condensed, but it must be very strange.

In the mountains, the wind passes through the secluded valley, and there is a strange roar, and the mountains and forests shake, making a strange noise, which adds a little gloomy.

The Taoist of Cangsong suddenly stopped. Jin Ping'er frowned, looked at him and said, "What's wrong?"

The Taoist of Cangsong was silent for a moment and said, "I think we'd better not have to worry too much."

Jin Ping'er raised his eyebrows, and it seemed that he didn't expect the Taoist priest to say such a thing and said, "Isn't you afraid, Taoist priest?"

A trace of anger flashed across Cangsong's face, but he still endured it and said, "It's a big deal. It's been a while since the ghost king suzerain told us to do things. I think it's better to go back and report it first." After saying that, he didn't wait for Jin Ping'er to speak. It seemed that he didn't want to see Jin Ping'er's slightly sarcastic look. He turned straight around, but he flew up with his sword and flew in the direction of Huqi Mountain.

Jin Ping'er looked at the back of the Cang Song Taoist flying away and snorted coldly. Her eyes were quite contemptuous. For a moment, she didn't bother to chase after her. She turned her head and looked at the blood stain in the stream. Slowly, her face became a little solemn.

Suddenly, in the empty valley, a low roar came from the upper reaches of the stream. Jin Ping'er was thinking about it. Suddenly, he was shocked by the sudden cry. He turned around and saw a forest in front of him. The stream turned a corner by the forest, but the place where the cry came from was Mao. The dense forest was blocked.

Since she arrived here, Jin Ping'er naturally would not ignore it. Her body jumped lightly. She had quietly skimmed over and sank into the dense woods. She jumped several times, jumped up a branch on the edge of the forest and looked down.

At this look, her face suddenly changed.

The Cangsong Taoist flew in the air and deliberately slowed down and waited for a long time. Unexpectedly, the bottle did not follow. The Cangsong Taoist looked behind the empty man and couldn't help but feel a little angry. Jin Ping'er's usual polite conversation with him has always been called "the Taoist chief, the Taoist chief is short", but the Taoist is well-inted and has long seen a trace of disdain and sneering hidden in Jin Ping'er's eyes.

Maybe Jin Ping'er actually didn't deliberately sarcastically laugh, but Cangsong Taoist thought so. No wonder Cangsong Taoist. Since he betrayed Qingyun and devoted himself to the Demon King of Demon Sect, his mentality has gradually become such a strange **.

After being sulking in Cangsong Road, he hesitated whether to go alone first or go back to find the golden bottle. A faint purple light lit up behind him, but the golden bottle flew over.

The magic weapon flashed, and Jin Ping'er came to the side of Cang Song Dao. The wind in the sky made her clothes hunt and dance. However, at this moment, Jin Ping'er's face seemed to be a little thoughtful, and there was no usual smile.

Looking at the Cangsong Taoist waiting there, Jin Ping'er smiled at him, but the smile seemed to be a little reluctant. She was not usually charming and said, "Taoist priest, let's go!"

The Taoist priest snorted coldly, turned around and continued to move forward with his sword, without even saying a word. In the face of this rude behavior, there was no anger on Jin Ping'er's face. On the contrary, she slowly followed behind her back and looked at the figure of Cang Songdao flying away in front of her, but her eyes showed a flashing complex look.

The valley is still a hundred miles away from Huqi Mountain. During this period, the mountains are undulating. Ordinary people have to go to Huqi Mountain from here. It will take at least half a month to trek through the mountain, but for the pine blade and the golden bottle that can fly with a sword, it is only less than half a day.

Just when they flew near the Huqi Mountain yesterday, it was like being punched in front of them. Even the golden bottle, who had been meditating, was so shocked that he couldn't speak. As they slowly lowered, everything in front of them gradually became clear. The once towering Huqi Mountain had disappeared at this moment, in the huge mountain. On the ground, a huge abyss appeared, in which the roar of hot magma can be heard from afar, and countless strange red blood rays radiate from the abyss, shooting into the sky, like the image of the legendary demon.

The air is filled with a strong and pungent smell of blood.

"What's going on? What's going on?" The Taoist of Cangsong muttered.

Falling to the ground, the Taoist priest looked around and saw that about ten miles around the abyss was actually shrouded in the strange red light and shadow. The forest, which was originally growing with lush leaves, was all withered at this moment, leaving only the withered trunks ered in place. The situation was terrible.

The Cangsong Taoist's play looked around, and he was frightened. Suddenly, the voice of the golden bottle came from his side. He only heard her gently "huh", which was quite surprised. The Taoist of Cangsong looked at her and saw Jin Ping'er pointing to the right front and whispering, "Look there."

The Cangsong Taoist looked in the direction of her fingers and was also stunned. He saw a sway in the red light and shadow in that direction, but dozens of shadows came out of the red shadow. Looking at them, these people were all strong men, wearing clothes and accessories, and the costumes of the official Demon King Sect. It seemed that they

Only then did the Taoist of Cangsong breathe a sigh of relief. It seems that the Huqi Mountain has indeed undergone great changes during his departure, but with the power of the ghost king, there is nothing he can do. Looking at these disciples of the Ghost King Sect, it is estimated that the vitality of the Ghost King Sect is not greatly damaged.

At this time, a group of disciples of the Ghost King Sect, who looked a little like patrolling around, also found two people standing here. They both turned around and walked here. The Taoist of Cangsong greeted them and said loudly, "I'm Cangsong. What's going on here?"

Jin Ping'er didn't say anything. She took a deep look at the red blood shadow shrouded in the abyss in the distance, and then silently followed behind the Cangsong Taoist, frowned, and stared at the approaching disciples of the Ghost King Sect.

The people on both sides walked closer, and the dozens of people were indeed disciples of the Ghost King Sect. One of the leaders nodded to Cang Song and saluted him, but somehow, his movements looked a little stiff and said, "...I've seen er...Taoist priest..."

The Taoist of Cangsong frowned, and the disciple of the Ghost King Sect spoke in a rather strange tone. The words were paused, coupled with his stiff movements, it was like a wooden man, and he didn't know where he came from. Unexpectedly, he didn't look like this.

However, at present, the Taoist of Cangsong is too lazy to take care of this. He said to himself, "Where is the Ghost King? We have something to report to him."

The disciple of the Ghost King is still the appearance of Mu Na. He slowly turned to the end of the red light and shadow and said, "Suzerain, er, in it, er... I've been waiting for you for a long time..."

The boss of the Taoist priest was impatient. Listening to someone's words, it really took the spirit of the boss. At the moment, he waved his hand and said, "Okay, you lead the way."

The disciple of the Ghost King Sect nodded, turned around and walked away, and said slowly, "Yes... er."

The group walked back to the abyss. The Cangsong Taoist originally wanted to ask what was going on with the sudden and huge change in front of him, but the words just now completely dispelled his patience. Asking such a disciple of the Ghost King Sect is really the same as suffering. He simply asked the ghost king directly later. Right.

Jin Ping'er followed them and walked slowly, silently staring at the disciples of the Ghost King Sect around him. At first glance, they were completely different from ordinary people except for their slightly stiff movements. There is nothing strange at all, but the vigilance in Jin Ping'er's eyes is getting stronger and stronger.

As he gradually approached the abyss and got closer and closer to the red blood, Jin Ping'er suddenly found that a faint red suddenly appeared in the eyes of these disciples of the Ghost King Sect who were walking beside him, like red blood, and the movements of all of them began to be no longer stiff and slowly became light. Get up.

It seems that the blood-red light and shadow gave them some strength.

It was getting closer and closer to the strange red mask. Seeing that it was only two long distances, there was a little uneasiness in the heart of Cangsong Taoist's heart, but he couldn't tell what was going on with the sudden feeling. At this moment, suddenly there was a soft cry behind him. Everyone turned around and looked at it Jin Ping'er, who was still fine, suddenly sat on the ground, covered her heart with her hands, gasped and coughed loudly, and her face turned pale. She looked very painful.

This is her intuition.

Jin Ping'er's gasp was getting louder and louder. The two disciples of the Ghost King Sect standing beside her seemed to be indifferent and seemed to be insensitive to the things outside her. But a moment later, suddenly behind them, there was a strange sound, like a stone hitting the ground. Jin Ping'er turned to the direction of the Great change, he stood up and lost his voice, "What, why are you here?"

The two disciples of the Ghost King Sect were shocked. Seeing that Jin Ping'er was so surprised, they couldn't help turning around and looking at it. Who knew that after the two turned around, they only saw that they were empty behind them, and there was nothing. Not to mention the figure, they didn't even see the shadow of a stone. It Shang was confused and turned to ask Jin Ping'er. Unexpectedly, when he turned around, Jin Ping'er, who had been standing behind them, disappeared, as if he had never appeared in this place, leaving only an empty piece of land.

The two disciples of the Ghost King Sect were shocked and looked at each other, and then shouted, but the shouting sounded completely different from the human voice, more like the roar of two beasts. After making two laps in place, the two turned their heads and rushed into the red blood light and shadow.

In the distance, the golden bottle slowly appeared behind a human stone. Just now, it seemed simple to get rid of it, but she had exhausted all her wit and Taoism until now. He was slowly relieved, and then he realized that his forehead was full of cold sweat.

Just before she could relax, suddenly, in the depths of the red light and shadow, there was a cry of pain. This sound was exactly the Cangsong Taoist. The golden bottle shook his whole body and immediately turned around and hid behind the stone. Although the cry of the Cangsong Taoist was shrill, it soon weakened and disappeared. What rose up was a rumble of laughter, which was full of madness. It seemed that everything in the world would be trampled on his feet, and the mountains would also shake, echoing rumble.

Jin Ping'er's face was pale, and her body began to tremble slightly. Although the voice was mutated, she clearly understood that it was the laughter of the ghost king.

Thousands of miles away, Qingyun Mountain is connected to Tianfeng, and the ancestral temple of Houshan.

It is still as calm as in the past. The majestic palace is located in the woods, exuding a solemn atmosphere. The dense forest is quiet, and the song of birds is crisp. From afar, you can faintly see the little incense in the shadows in the dark ancestral hall.

Lin Jingyu looked up at the sky. The sky above his head was blue and cloudless. The warm sun shone on him, with a warm warmth, reflecting the beautiful and changing light from the turquoise dragon-killing sword pinned to his waist.

It seems to be a nice day today.

He looked at it for a while, and the corners of his mouth slowly showed a smile that he had not seen for a long time. Then he picked up the broom in his hand and began to clean the stone terraces in front of the ancestral hall.

Since the death of the mysterious comer, Qingyun Mountain has changed several times, but under the drastic change, no one has noticed this secluded corner that has long been indisputable with the world, while Lin Jingyu seems to miss this place very much. Maybe he misses the old man at the beginning. In short, unconsciously, many people Next. Lin Jingyu became the successor of the ancestral temple.

Under the wave of the broom, the yellow fallen leaves were rolled up one after another and swept aside. Lin Jingyu cleaned quietly and did what he had to do every day. The mountains and forests are silent, and the breeze is relaxed, but I don't know that such a career will be more calm than usual.

It's just this day, but it seems that it is not destined to calm down.

Quietly, just as Lin Jingyu was concentened on sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground, a pair of feet suddenly appeared in front of him. Lin Jingyu was shocked. If it hadn't been for the day of ancestor worship, no one would have come here in Qingyunmen for a few months. Today is an ordinary day. How can anyone Question mark

He looked up. Unexpectedly, he was even more surprised. His whole body was shocked. He actually took a step back, and his face changed color. He was stunned and said, "Zhang...Master!"

Standing in front of him, it turned out to be the head of Qingyunmen, who had been missing for many days.

Dao Xuanzhen is still wearing that dark green Taoist robe, but some parts of it show some signs of shabby, which can't be imagined in the past in the past. At this moment, Dao Xuan's face was expressionless, as if he was thinner than his memory, as if he had a little more vicissitudes.

Lin Jingyu's heart is extremely chaotic. Although he is not a core person in Qingyunmen, he is not as familiar with Xiaozhufeng, Shuiyue Master and Apprentice and others. However, when Dao Xuanzhen and Tian Buyi clashed in the ancestral temple that day, he was present, and then both of them disappeared. Now Tian Yiyi has However, people will come here quietly, in which the twists and turns are strange and chilling.

However, although Lin Jingyu was stunned here, Dao Xuanzhen over there seemed not to care about him at all. His eyes only stayed on Lin Jingyu for a moment, and then looked at the magnificent ancestral temple.

Dao Xuanzhen looked at the temple for a long time and suddenly said slowly, "Are you alone here now?"

Lin Jingyu was stunned for a moment and nodded, "Yes."

Dao Xuanzhen glanced at him. Suddenly, his eyes were suspicious, but it fell on the dragon-killing sword on Lin Jingyu's waist. The green sword light flowed. Although the ancients left, it still carried its unique arrogance and outstanding.

The green light reflected in his eyes, and Dao Xuanzhen's face also changed, slowly emerging a confused and thoughtful expression. Lin Jingyu's heart was confused at this moment. I don't know whether he should leave the front mountain to report to the teachers of Tongtianfeng, or continue to watch here?

However, Dao Xuanzhen did not give him much time to think. His strange expression soon disappeared and was replaced by another kind of indifference. He said to Lin indifferently, "You are here. You are not allowed to come in without my command." After saying that, without waiting for Lin Jingyu to answer, he strode straight to the dark hall of the ancestral hall.

Lin Jingyu was stunned in place and was at a loss. He could only see Dao Xuanzhen's figure disappear into the darkness.

Entering the inner hall, after the initial darkness, what appeared in front of Daoxuan Zhenren was the huge table on the hall and countless spiritual cards behind the table. A solemn atmosphere came to him. The ancestors of Qingyunmen were here, staring at the figure of Daoxuan Zhenren coldly and silently.

Dao Xuanzhen's body trembled gently. It seemed that there was something in his body, which made him quite painful, but he quickly put up with it. He slowly walked to the table, took the sandalwood on the table, lit it on the candle next to him, and walked to the front of the table. He slowly knelt down to the spiritual

In the dark light, his face also seemed to be uncertain, but the warmth of the incense floated with a faint smoke.

"The ancestors of Qingyunmen, not the disciple Daoxuan..." His voice was low and hoarse, and he seemed to tremble gently with incense in his hands, as if he was so excited that there was no follow-up in the middle of his words.

His head was buried deeply, crawling in front of countless spiritual cards. In the spacious and magnificent hall, the wind broke out somewhere, and the surrounding cloth began to flutter gently, and even the candlelight on the table began to disappear.

Suddenly, the body of Dao Xuanzhen, who fell to the ground, suddenly trembled, and he didn't know how to use it. The three sandalwoods in his hand were suddenly eroded by huge force. Unexpectedly, they were silent in an instant, and a mass of black gas spread from Dao Xuanzhen Tossing and expanding, it is about to completely cover the body of Dao Xuanzhen.

Lin Jingyu, standing outside the hall, seemed to feel something. He frowned and couldn't help but go further towards the hall. In the depths of the shadow, a strange breath suddenly rose, in which the evil spirit was very heavy, which was by no means what the ancestor's ancestral hall had.

The strange face of Dao Xuanzhen flashed in his mind just now, and there was a burst of uneasiness in his heart, but looking at the majestic hall, he hesitated again.

The mountains and forests were silent, and around the ancestral hall, even the sound of birds disappeared in a blink of an eye. It seemed that those birds also felt the inexplicable danger, and they were as silent as cicadas.

In the hall, Dao Xuanzhen's body trembled more and more violently, and the black air around him became thicker and thicker. In the originally silent hall, I don't know when there was a whirlwind, making a low whine, blowing rapidly in the empty hall. The wind is getting stronger and stronger. Dao Xuanzhen's body was trembling, and under the cover of black gas, he slowly stood up. At this time, the expression on his face seemed to be full of violence as if he had suddenly changed into a person.

But looking carefully, behind the violence, there was another look of pain in Dao Xuanzhen's eyes, so that the flesh on her face was twisted, as if he had been enduring something, but looking at the situation, it was obviously unbearable.

At this strange and critical moment, the really strange wind around him was also blowing harder and stronger. Not only did he start to blow the heavy table back slightly, but even the distant incense token behind the table was also affected. Many spiritual cards kept shaking in the strong wind, and some were about to fall. Elephant.

As a Tao Xuan Zhenren in Qingyunmen, it can be said that he is already rebellious to collide with the spiritual position of the ancestor like this. Just looking at his face, he is getting more and more angry, how can he take care of this?

It was at this time that I suddenly only heard a soft sound of "pop". Sure enough, under the strong wind, a spiritual card placed on the edge of the corner on the incense case finally couldn't support it. It fell down, fell on the floor stone, and made a crisp sound.

This sound also seemed to alarm Dao Xuan Zhenren, who was struggling to support him. He subconsciously turned his head and looked at it. Somehow, his whole body was shocked, like a basin of cold water poured down his head. The violent expression quickly receded, and the strange black gas somehow disappeared. On his face, there was only regret and sadness left.

Under the dim light, the fallen spirit card lay there quietly, motionless. On the wooden card, it turned out to be blank.

This is a wordless card.

The blank seemed to be staring at him coldly.

Dao Xuanzhen's lips trembled slightly, looked at the blank spiritual position, and then slowly walked over, gently picked up the wordless spiritual card, and carefully touched it in his hand...

I don't know how long it took, in the dark. His hoarse and slightly choked voice came from "Brother..."

Lin Jingyu sweated on his forehead outside the ancestral hall and fought countless times in his heart. Finally, he was cruel and ready to rush in desperately to see what had happened in the ancestral hall. Unexpectedly, at the moment he was about to jump, the strange breath in the ancestral hall suddenly disappeared.

Lin Jingyu was shocked again. His original determination was that he could not go out. After all, the people in the ancestral hall of Qingyunmen are now in charge of Tao Xuanzhen. In the past, he has saved the world several times. Not to mention the people of the world, he is an ordinary disciple of Qingyunmen, including Lin Jingyu. He is also regarded as a fairy-like figure.

This hesitation waited for a long time. Lin Jingyu never felt that time passed so slowly. Even if he faced the lonely ancestral hall of the empty and barren mountains alone these days, he was not in the same mood as he is now. Until he began to doubt whether he had not practiced enough, Dao Xuanzhen's figure once again appeared at the door of the hall.

His expression was still so expressionless that he slowly came down and didn't look at Lin Jingyu's eyes. Lin Jingyu somehow, maybe it was taken from the power of Daoxuan Zhenren in the past, and he didn't dare to ask more questions and quietly gave way.

When Dao Xuanzhen passed by him, he suddenly stopped. After a moment, he only heard him whisper:

"Take care of them... guys!"

Lin Jingyu was stunned. He didn't know who they were referring to in the population of Dao Xuanzhen, but since the ancestral temple just came out, it must have mostly referred to the spiritual position of the ancestor of Qingyunmen in the ancestral hall. He nodded and said respectfully, "I know."

Dao Xuan Zhenren took a deep look at him and looked at him. Looking at Lin Jingyu's white clothes and the green dragon-killing sword shining on his waist, he suddenly smiled bitterly and said, "It's really like...

Lin Jingyu didn't understand for a moment. When he looked up to ask clearly, he saw that Dao Xuanzhen had already gone. Looking at his direction, he went to the most important forbidden place in Qingyunmen, the "Fantasy Moon Cave". Lin Jingyu hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to go to the ancestral hall to have a look. He turned around and picked up the broom he had just thrown on the ground. I walked into the ancestral hall.

He looked around and saw that everything in the ancestral hall was the same as before, and there seemed to be no change. He frowned and walked to the table incense table dedicated to the ancestors of all dynasties. In a small bronze incense burner on the table, three newly lit sandalwoods were inserted, burning quietly, with a faint fragrance of sandalwood.

Suddenly, his eyes condensed, but he saw that on the incense case with countless spiritual cards, there was a spiritual card position too close to the side of the case. He frowned. These days, he sorted out here all day long and was familiar with the position of the spiritual card, so he soon found that the spiritual position seemed to be passive. If the disciples of Qingyunmen arbitrarily move the spiritual position of their ancestors, this sin is not small...

He shook his head gently and walked over. He picked up the spirit card and was about to put it back into the incense case. Suddenly, his body shook, and his eyes could no longer leave the card in his hand.

I saw that the name number was not written in gold paint like other cards, because this was originally a blank card, but at this moment, on the spirit card in Lin Jingyu's hand, there was a line of words: the spiritual position of Qingyunmen ten thousand swords!

This line is eye-catching, and it is actually written in blood!