Chapter 15 Worship on the Platform

"The original ancestor, the spirit beast is fierce and violent. The eldest brother and the younger brother are not opponents.

Wang Ming gasped and hurried all the way: "Please rescue the brothers as soon as possible."

I first stood in the sky and stood still, and the golden light filled my whole body like a divine mansion standing in the sky.

"I know."

At the beginning, his face was calm. Looking at the direction guided by Wang Ming, his body shook, and the yellow sword suddenly tore through the sky and turned into a ball of aperture and flew away in the direction of the fierce beast like lightning.

"Wow! It's so fast."

Wang Ming's eyes were bright, and the white sword light under his feet swayed and couldn't hold it: "When will I reach the realm of my first ancestor?" My mother--" Wang Ming's body almost went down. Fortunately, he calmed down when he was in a hurry and maintained the sword under his feet wholeheartedly before he stood still.

It seems that the brothers and brothers will not be in danger. Wang Ming looked at the yellow aperture and was envious. As soon as the ancestor arrived at the fierce lion, he was not a bird. However, the sudden change suddenly appeared, and the yellow light in front of it suddenly turned back like lightning. The yellow light suddenly sprung straight to the northeast of Lingshan Mountain.

"Master, it's not right. You are in the wrong direction."

Wang Ming shouted, but the golden light disappeared without attention.

At first, he did not make a mistake in the direction. At the moment when he jumped over the valley just now, he clearly felt an unusual spiritual power fluctuation. This spiritual power fluctuation came from the northeast corner of Lingshan Mountain. With his sight, two vague shadows instantly disappeared into the sky-shading array and entered the spiritual mountain.

The array covering the sky did not stop at all.

Things are strange and I have to be vigilant. Who on earth can quietly pass through the array of covering the sky? Is it true that there are demons who want to enter my spiritual mountain to make trouble?

It's just the magic religion. When did the magic religion have such a powerful role again?

At the beginning, I hurried all the way into Lingshan Mountain in the direction of two dark shadows. The sunshine in Lingshan Mountain was warm, green mountains and green grass were peaceful, and nothing terrible happened.

"It's so difficult that I misread it."

There was some confusion at the beginning, but he didn't relax. Lingshan is the holy place of this religion. One peak, water, one grass and one tree have been painsively managed by several generations. If the people in the magic religion can really enter the Lingshan array without blowing their ashes, you can imagine what kind of disaster Lingshan will suffer.

"Auntie, this place is so beautiful."

It is the first time for the fish to enter Lingshan, and it is inevitably attracted by the green mountains and green grass in front of them.

"Some flowers and plants, what's so beautiful? How can this place compare with our Nether Hall?

The two spoke, but their bodies flew to Chaoyang Peak, one of the six peaks of Lingshan Mountain, as fast as a wind.

"But aunt, this place is so big, where can we find it?" The fish looked at the six peaks in front of him and asked confusedly.

"Let me go to see my deceased first."

Looking at the platform at Chaoyang Peak, Duanmu looked at the handwriting left on the big stone with a blank expression. It was a smooth stone wall, on which several lines were engraved with a sword. A beautiful and calm handwriting is a woman's handwriting; the other is open and open, although it is crazy but unrestrained.

"Apprentice, apprentice. Why don't you listen to the teacher's warning?

Duanmu said sadly, "What's good about the people in the demon religion? Now you are in a disaster. You can see how sorry you are as a teacher.

"Fake."

"Who?"

Two figures in black floated gently up the platform, and the witch ignored Duanmu's surprised eyes and went straight to the smooth stone wall.

"If I get the heart, I would like to receive three thousand knives."

"Hum!"

The witch looked at the last messy and free handwriting on the stone wall and sneered, "Brother, this is your tone. This handwriting can't be written by anyone. It's just that you are willing to die for a woman, which is really not the behavior of our demon religion. Originally, the magic religion was just some maliciously slandered by people with bad intentions, but at this time, she took care of both hatred and pain in her relatives' hearts.

"Who the hell are you?"

Duanmu looked solemn, and his eyes were full of anger.

"Duanmu, you are really old. Don't you have a good memory?"

Huo Yi, the current demon suzerain of the previous witch, continued: "My brother died under your siege. It's hard for you to remember this hatred."

"It's you."

A cold light flashed in Duanmu's hand: "You are the witch Huo Yi, the sister of the great devil."

Huo Yi ignored him and looked at the handwriting on the stone wall: "There is no two sides. The next time we meet will be your death."

"Good fate and evil fate are all fate, and deep and shallow fate is not in heaven!"

The witch wants to laugh when she sees these words. People are going to kill you and are still playing poor words. Only his eldest brother can do this kind of thing. However, the woman named Yang Chan didn't have the heart to do it in the end. Not only that, they really became a pair of lovers. It's just that the end is miserable.

"It's you who killed my disciples, and there is nothing good about your magic religion."

The sword in Duanmu's hand is getting brighter and brighter: "Since we are here, let's make a break today."

"Hey, old man. Are you ashamed?"

The fairy lock in the fish's hand was lightly flawed, and the glow flowed: "An old man actually bullied a woman, and he is also a great beauty. You really can do it."

"You!" Duanmu's voice trembled slightly and blushed with the little girl's words.

"You Lingshan self-serving practice authentic, and the rest are all sideways. I think only you, the apprentice who is good with my eldest brother, is a wise hero."

Huo Yi said coldly, "What is right and what is magic? It's hard not to achieve it with your words. Why do you want to divide the demons as long as they are strong enough?

Lingshan practice has always been gradual and gradual, not contrary to the way of heaven, but this practice method requires years of hard practice, and the progress is very slow. The demon religion is forced to open up the body to absorb the aura of heaven and earth, which is a way to practice against the sky. This practice method is very fast, especially for the two or three years of practice of beginner demon disciples, which is enough to reach the spiritual mountain for five or six years. The speed is amazing. However, although this practice method is fast, it has a big drawback that it will lay a big hidden danger for the practitioner himself, and the future troubles will be endless.

In fact, in addition to the right and demons, there is also a kind of evil cultivation among practitioners in the world - a way to strengthen themselves by killing and eating other people's cultivation.

The difference between demons is just a difference in practice methods, and there is not much hatred between the two sides. But the evil practice is different. Because the practice method is extremely cruel and bloody, there is no difference between right and demons, so evil practitioners are the common enemies of the two schools of right and demons.

Although the evil practitioners are strong, the number is small. First, it is due to the strong suppression of the two, and second, it is inevitable that the evil practitioners are inseparable from each other, even between brothers and sons. In this way, there are fewer evil practitioners, and they have rarely seen evil practitioners in the past decades.

"Duanmu, today is the anniversary of my brother's death. I don't want to do it."

Duanmu suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, and his voice was full of desolation.

"The anniversary of your brother's death is---- that's right. Today is also the anniversary of my apprentice's death.

Duanmu stretched his right hand forward, and the air machine faintly said, "My apprentice was killed by you. Let's make a break today."

"Are you finished?"

The fish has been a little annoyed for a long time, and the fairy lock floated without wind: "You want to fight, right? Let's talk about the fairy lock in my hand first."

The fish didn't say much. The bundle of fairy locks rose sharply in the wind and circled in front of her and quickly circled away with her gesture.

"Bundle the fairy lock."

Duanmu's expression remains unchanged, but the blue light in his hand soars.

Bundling fairy locks, it's not the first time they've met. About 15 years ago, the teacher's father suppressed himself, and the eldest brother Bai Lun, together with their six brothers, defeated the demon. At that time, the helper of the magic religion was Huo Yi, who was holding a fairy lock. The eldest brother Bai Lun went to stop it in person. Unexpectedly, the witch's bundle of fairy locks was almost locked several times. Finally, after several twists and turns, the demon was killed, but the witch Huo Yi was sad and killed him with a bundle of fairy locks.

Decades later, when I saw a bundle of fairy locks again, how could Duanmu calm down?

"Ring up!"

The wooden sword light gently stroked in front of him, and a curved light suddenly blocked the way of three bundles of fairy locks.

"Oh!"

It is the first time for Yuqi to take action with the Taishang elders in Lingshan. Duanmu's means are much more powerful than Liu Ruxue. On that day, Liu Ruxue put three light escapes in a row, but the three light escapes were rushed by by the rhinoceros. The old man only covered a escape, but this escape was as strong as a wall.

The fish kept urging spiritual power, and the fairy locks kept flying back and forth against him, with endless bangs. The light escape never moved.

"Funny, old man, is your practice very high?"

"Hmm!"

Huo Yi, the suzerain, suddenly turned around and snorted coldly, and then raised a black gas in the palm of his hand and went straight to the end of the wood as a hood.

"Magic Cloud Palm."

Duanmu exclaimed. He had been facing the black smoke in the hands of the witch who had never noticed the continuous gathering in the hands of the fairy lock. As soon as the other party took action, his figure had been covered by thick smoke.

"Let's go."

The demon patriarch took a deep look at the words on the stone wall, and finally turned around and ignored the Duanmu, which would be covered by black smoke, and walked straight down the mountain.

"Brother, don't panic, I'll save you."

As soon as Huo Yi and Yuqi's figures left the platform, they found the imperial sword at the beginning.

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