Chapter 7

There are two important places in the back mountain of Qingyun Mountain. One of them is the most important holy place of Qingyunmen, the "Fantasy Moon Cave". Thousands of years ago, the talented ancestor of Qingye closed down here. From then on, Qingyunmen dominated the world and led the heroes.

After the ancestor of Qingye, the Huanyue Cave became the most sacred place of Qingyunmen. For thousands of years, only the head can enter this place.

And the other place is the ancestral hall.

As the name implies, it is naturally the place dedicated to the ancestors of Qingyunmen. From the Qingyunzi who created Qingyunmen to the ancestors of Qingyunmen to the ancestors of all generations, they all have spiritual positions in this ancestral temple, and the incense is endless every day. And on every important day, Qingyunmen will be led by the leader to offer sacrifices to the ancestors, which is also an important part of Qingyunmen.

However, except for the day of ancestor worship, it is extremely deserted here. When Lin Jingyu led the four demons to run into this place, he saw a magnificent hall in a huge open space, with four-corner cornices, glazed tile roofs, and antique red columns, as if they were telling the history of the past in this tranquility.

Waves of light smoke floated out of the deep and dark hall. Looking from the outside, I saw candles lit inside, and the long lights swayed slightly and hung in the air. However, except for an old man in simple clothes who silently swept the floor in front of the hall, there was no one.

At this time, he heard the rapid footsteps, and the old man slowly raised his head and looked here.

Lin Jingyu had a burst of regret in his heart. At that time, he only wanted to lure these demon people away from the front of the Huanyue Cave first, but he strayed into the ancestral temple, which is dedicated to the spiritual throne of the ancestors of all dynasties. If it is destroyed by the people of the demon religion, he really

With this in mind, Lin Jingyu suddenly stopped, cut the dragon sword in front of him, and turned to face the fake Shangguan Ce and others who were chasing him.

At this time, a bird suddenly woke up in the woods in the distance, and there was a noise.

Lin Jingyu was shocked. Looking at the direction where Zhang Xiaofan was, he couldn't help but worry. But after all, he knew that he was a great enemy in front of him. He was forced to set his mind, condensing himself on guard, and secretly made up his mind. Even if he died here today, he would never let these demon thieves step into the ancestral hall.

The dragon-killing sword seems to have aura, and the blue light shines, against the face of its owner, which is extremely resolute.

The old man who swept the floor in front of the ancestral hall looked at the dragon-killing sword in Lin Jingyu's hand, and his body suddenly shook.

The four people of the demon religion over there looked at each other and laughed. These people obviously have a low status in the demon religion. At a glance, they can see that this must be the important place of Qingyunmen. It seems that this time must be very rewarding.

The fake official said with a proud smile, "Little guy, I think you have good qualifications. Now that Qingyunmen has no way out, why don't you throw yourself into my door? I guarantee that you will be prosperous in the future!"

"Boh!" Lin Jingyu felt a burst of disgust in his heart. He sneered and ignored it.

The fake official policy was not angry. He sneered and said, "Okay, since you want to die, I'll do it for you!" After winning, the other three men in black immediately attacked.

Lin Jingyu clenched his teeth, and the dragon sword rippled in front of him. The magic weapon used by the three people in black, one is a yellow flying sword, the other is a strong halberd, and the other is the most strange and terrible. It is a white bone sword made of several bones, which is gloomy.

Lin Jingyu fought one against three, gritted his teeth and fought hard. He cut the dragon sword and guarded the place. Unexpectedly, he did not retreat a little, but gradually he was still in the disadvantage.

Lin Jingyu's young man entered the Qingyun Gate. He was very talented. The Taoist of Cangsong valued him very much. Not only did he teach him carefully, but even the dragon-killing sword was passed to him. I don't know if he saw the shadow of the person he admired in the past on this teenager.

And Lin Jingyu has indeed lived up to the painstaking efforts of the Taoist priest. In just a few years, with his excellent talent and the belief buried deep in his heart to avenge his parents, Taoism has made rapid progress and has been the leader of the younger generation of disciples in a few years.

Just let him work hard, but after all, his practice is limited by time, and it can't be too radical. At this moment, facing the three demons in black, the halberd in the front kept hitting, and the flying sword next to him aimed at the air to attack. What's more, the white bone sword was gloomy and cold. Under the manipulation of the demon religion, it suddenly appeared. Every time he blocked, the yin qi hit, he couldn't

After fighting so hard for dozens of rounds, even though Lin Jingyu defended with all his strength, Bi Mang, who killed the dragon sword, was gradually suppressed by the three people in black. Seeing that he was defeated, he finally couldn't help taking a step back.

The fake Shangguan Ce, who stood behind, sneered.

When he retreated, he couldn't stop. The spirit of the three people in black soared, and the magic weapons came out. Lin Jingyu rolled down in sweat and retreated one after another. He wanted to stand still but couldn't.

Suddenly, the mysterious white bone sword suddenly disappeared. Lin Jingyu was blocking the halberd hit on the head, and another sword swings the flying sword from the side. Unexpectedly, his feet hurt and he couldn't stand. It turned out that the white bone sword somehow got into the ground and sneaked in. It immediately made a big cut on his right leg, and it was bloody.

Lin Jingyu roared and cut down the dragon sword in the air. The fairy soldier hit the white bone sword and crackled slightly. The owner of the white bone sword immediately fell out and faintly saw a slight crack on the sword.

The demon master who used the white bone sword was heartbroken and quickly took back the white bone sword to take a closer look. But at this time, the other two magic weapons had arrived, and the wind was sounding. Lin Jingyu was dead. He used his last strength to control the dragon-killing sword across his head.

"Boom" made a loud noise, and the strange light flashed, and the sparks were shining everywhere. I don't know where the power came from. Zhanlong Jiansheng blocked these two magic weapons, but Lin Jingyu's eyes were also black. At this moment, when he was distracted for a moment, he suddenly saw the fake official who was standing in the distance just now suddenly appear in front of him and smiled at himself.

Lin Jingyu was shocked, but before he could react, there was a pain in his chest, and a sharp force went straight in, piercing all his body protection methods in an instant.

"Ah!"

Lin Jingyu roared, and his whole body flew out, spewing blood in his mouth. He couldn't even hold the dragon-killing sword. The body tossed in mid-air, and finally fell into the ground with a brush, just in front of the old man who swept the floor.

The blue light flows and gradually fades.

Lin Jingyu has always been tenacious. He looked down at his chest, but saw that the flesh and blood were blurred, but the real wound was only the size of a fingertip. But at this moment, a sharp spirit rushed straight into the body, rushing like an indestructible fine needle. The meridians in the body were in pain. I wanted to get up and meet the enemy again. Unexpectedly, my feet were soft and I couldn't stand up!

He gasped for breath, but the fake official policy and others over there laughed and were extremely proud.

"Little guy, how's it going? I just used 50% of the mana to beat you like this. You're about to drop it!"

Lin Jingyu's face** was obviously extremely painful, but the imminent disaster made him extremely anxious. Thinking of the ancestral temple behind him, he didn't know where the strength came from and struggled to slowly get up.

The Demon Sect and others did not stop him, but only watched the hustle and bustle like watching the monkey play.

The pain of the cone seemed to rush to the top of his head. Before Lin Jingyu stood firmly, he was dizzy again. He turned his head and gasped for breath. He staggered to the dragon-killing sword in front of the old man. He gasped and gasped, "Old man, it's dangerous here. Hurry up, go

The old man looks like the person who cleans the ancestral temple of the ancestor in Qingyunmen every day. His face is withered and the wrinkles on his face are as deep as a knife. Strange to say, Lin Jingyu fought with the demon religion, but he had been standing quietly watching, neither escaping nor talking.

At this moment, he took a look at Lin Jingyu's chest, and suddenly said lightly, "[The cone"! Are you Zhou Yin, the assassin of the Demon Sect Long Life Hall?"

The four people of the Demon Sect suffocated with smiles, and the fake official's expression suddenly cooled down and said, "I can't imagine that there are masters here. Yes, I'm Zhou Yin. Who is your Excellency?"

The withered old man did not answer him and said to himself, "The cone is originally a magic treasure, which is extremely powerful, but it falls into the hands of a cheap person like you, but it has only become a weapon of plotting people, which humiliates this rare treasure!"

Zhou Yin was furious, but he couldn't figure out the identity of the mysterious old man for a moment. Although he looked trembling, his tone was so scary that he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy and said angrily, "Who are you?"

The old man sighed and said, "Who am I?" Hey hey, even I forgot who I am. When he spoke, his face was sad and his tone was full of desolation. Then he turned his head and said to Lin Jingyu, who was stunned, "Child."

Lin Jingyu was shocked and hurriedly said, "Yes, former, senior."

The old man looked at him up and down, as if with a smile, and said, "Who are you under?"

Lin Jingyu somehow, at this moment, he suddenly had an indescribable awe for the old man. Now he whispered, "The disciple is under the Taoist priest of Longshoufeng┅┅"

Halfway through the words, it suddenly occurred to me that the Song Taoist had betrayed Qingyun. Suddenly, an inexplicable feeling surged into my mind, and my heart was so sad that I couldn't go on.

The old man nodded and whispered, "It's Cang Song! He has a good eye for receiving apprentices, hehe."

In his voice, he stretched out his hand tremblingly and held the dragon-killing sword in front of him, which was inverted in the ground.

Lin Jingyu looked at his slow movement and suddenly became nervous, as if he was looking forward to something, and he couldn't help holding his breath.

That pair of withered and old palms, I don't know how many wind and frosts he has experienced. When he touched the hard and cold hilt again, he clenched it tightly!

In the ancestral hall, a faint bell sound suddenly came out.

「qiang lang┅┅」

Suddenly, the originally dim dragon-killing sword suddenly rose green light, and the light was like the scorching sun in the sky, dazzling and unable to force it! The old man slowly pulled out the dragon-killing sword. At each point, the dragon-killing sword seemed to be trembling with excitement. The dragon chanted endlessly, and the shocking voice echoed and rushed straight to the nine days.

The old man stood up straight, slowly put the dragon-killing sword in front of him, and gently stroked it with his hand. The cocooned hand, eroded by the years, is as gentle as touching the beloved woman.

The dragon-killing sword roared, and even Lin Jingyu and the demons from afar, even felt the sudden spiritual excitement of the dragon-killing sword.

Lin Jingyu looked at the dragon-killing sword that he could hardly recognize, and radiated an unparalleled brilliance in the old man's hand. And after the withered old man held the sword, his whole body seemed to have changed, and the invisible momentum surged away, as if he were the legendary ancient sword god.

"Son, take care of it. The Dragon Sword is not used like you!" The old man said lightly in the surging blue light.

The voice just fell, and suddenly I saw the blue light burst out in an instant, and the whole open space was shrouded in green in an instant. In the roar, the dragon-killing sword flew out of the old man's hand, like an electric flash, rushing out.

The demon religion saw that the old man was so powerful that they had been careful for a long time. At this moment, they shouted and attacked the magic weapon at the same time. Only Zhou Yin stood at the end, frowned, but did not take action.

The three people almost used the same method as dealing with Lin Jingyu just now. The halberd attacked head-on, the flying sword took off, and the white bone sword was about to sneak attack. Unexpectedly, the old man ignored the yellow flying sword and the white bone sword at all. The dragon-killing sword turned into a mountain light pillar and attacked directly The demonists who led the long halberd were shocked and quickly took the long halberd to fight. They only heard a crisp sound. The dragon sword was like cutting ice and snow. He cut the halberd into two pieces, and cut the halberd into two pieces without any pause, and cut off the head.

「si┅┅」

In Lin Jingyu's stunned eyes, and in everyone's frightened eyes, the demon man was cut in half from head to toe, and the rain of blood fluttered. And there was almost no stopping. In the blood stain all over the sky, the almost demon-like green light rolled up and rushed to the other two people.

Originally, he attacked the old man's flying sword and white bone sword, but at this moment, his heart was cracked. How dare he attack? He immediately flew back and rushed to the magic weapon at the same time. It's just that the dragon-killing sword was sharp in the sky, and it came in a blink of an eye and bumped into it under the eyes of everyone.

There was almost no exclamation. The green light flooded the two people, and the sound of fragmentation broke out in a moment. I don't know what happened to the two people?

Lin Jingyu sweated coldly, and his mind was almost taken away by it!

Zhou Yin, who stood in the farthest distance, changed his face. Knowing that the old man was really a terrible man, he was by no means his enemy, so he immediately turned around and flew away.

Unexpectedly, the green light was like a mountain roaring a tsunami, and it was still mixed with red blood, like an electric light flying over and chasing after it.

After all, Zhou Yin Daoxing was higher than others. His hands suddenly trembled, and he faintly saw a flash of black gas. The green light suddenly paused in front of him.

At the next moment, Zhou Yin suddenly lost his color and said, "It's you! You are ten thousand┅┅"

Before the words fell, the green light between heaven and earth was like a mountain, which suddenly suppressed the bitterly supported black air, chopped off the head, and cut off Zhou Yin's chest.

Zhou Yin shouted, and his whole body was beaten far away, and he saw that he was not alive.

In a moment, all the four demons who had just showed off their power died.

The sky was full of blue light, suddenly like a long whale absorbing water, converged to the dragon-killing sword and flew back to the old man's hand.

Lin Jingyu opened his mouth slightly, but he couldn't speak.

The old man shook his head slightly, as if he was sighing something. Then he took a deep look at the dragon-killing sword in his hand and threw him to Lin Jingyu.

Lin Jingyu subconsciously catches it. He only heard the old man turn back to the ancestral hall and walk to the ancestral hall. He slowly said, "Cut the dragon sword, cast by the green crystal in the extremely bitter land of southern Xinjiang for thousands of years, and kill countless evil spirits. If you want to use this sword, you must move forward bravely and take the attack as the head. Even if you don't practice enough, you must be determined to kill all the strong enemies. Otherwise, you can't give full play to its divine power. Keep it in mind!"

Lin Jingyu was stunned, but when he saw that the old man was about to walk into the ancestral temple, he suddenly woke up and said urgently, "Senior, today's magic religion has invaded Qingyun. Please take action ┅┅"

The old man's body suddenly paused, but he did not turn around. He only said lightly, "The master of Qingyunmen is like a cloud, and the head of the real Tao Xuan is a wizard who is not born in the world. With him, what is there to be afraid of?"

Lin Jingyu took a step forward and said sadly, "However, the real person in charge has been seriously injured!"

The old man was obviously shocked. Huo Di turned his head and said, "Who can hurt Dao Xuan?"

Lin Jingyu was suddenly silent. Naturally, he knew the murderer, but at this moment, he was asked to say the name of the Cangsong Taoist. Somehow, it was a burst of sadness, as if he had said something with that person, but he didn't say anything for a moment!

But the old man then asked, "Where's Dao Xuan! What's wrong with him now?"

Lin Jingyu said, "The real leader was seriously injured, but I don't know why he entered the Huanyue Cave."

"Fantasy Moon Cave!" The old man's face suddenly calmed down. He looked at Lin Jingyu for a long time, but more like to himself. He sighed, "The thousand-year-old giant of Qingyunmen, what are you afraid of?"

With that, the old man slowly turned around again. Lin Jingyu lost his color and said in shock, "Senior, do you see Qingyun in danger and can't save it?"

The old man seemed to have a sad smile and said, "Young man, Qingyunmen has been built for two thousand years. How can you know the strength inside! Don't worry."

Lin Jingyu didn't know why and was about to plead again. Suddenly, he only felt the quiet dragon-killing sword in his hand. Suddenly, the sword body was hot. As if he had been stimulated, the green light lit up again.

Lin Jingyu looked at the dragon-killing sword in his hand in astonishment. Suddenly, he turned his head and looked in the direction of the Huanyue Cave. Between the peaks, a gorgeous light rose to the sky, and the dragon-killing sword in his hand seemed to be singing low there.

"It's born, it's finally born!"

I don't know when he looked at the old man there, his face was full of complex expressions of vicissitudes, and he said in a low voice: "Son, you are very lucky, and you will soon see the legendary ancient sword "Zhu Xian"!"