Zhu Xianzhi's sword Qingyun

Chapter 69
Catastrophe is coming.

In the next few days, the entire land of the Central Plains seemed to be caught in the horror of the beast god's attack. The bones, blood, and fear filled the whole world.

More and more common people and cultivators came to Qingyunmen from thousands of miles away to seek asylum, and a lot of news about the beast gods were also brought along with these people.

Just three days ago, the divine beasts and the people of the Demon Cult fought in the Poisonous Snake Valley. Except for the Ghost King Zong, almost all the people in the Demon Cult were wiped out. Poison, old blood-sucking demon, Patriarch Duanmu, and even Mrs. Sanmiao, the leader of Hehuan Sect, were among them.

"I don't know how she is doing in the battle of Viper Valley?"

In the battle of the Snake Valley, how many people of the Demon Cult died, and how many people are still alive, these things are no longer available.But for some reason, upon hearing this news, Lin Jingyu didn't feel any joy in his heart due to the destruction of the Demon Cult. Instead, he was full of thoughts about that goose yellow figure, and he unconsciously became worried about her.

Is Jin Ping'er still alive?Was she in the Valley of the Vipers?If she was still alive, where would she be now?Mrs. Sanmiao is dead, where can she go alone?
A series of questions kept lingering in Lin Jingyu's mind, and he refused to let go for a long time.

He is an upright disciple of the righteous way, but she is a sinister and cunning demon girl.

Once, he thought that he and her just met by chance, and that the farewell in Nanjiang should be the last time they saw each other.

He thought that he had left her in a corner of his mind forever, and would never think of her again.But when he heard the news, the memory flooded out like a flood.

Those days and nights in southern Xinjiang, the life and death the two experienced, it turned out that it was not so easy to forget.

Now, whenever Lin Jingyu closes his eyes, his mind will be filled with her image, talking and laughing at Yanyan, looking forward with his beautiful eyes.

Lin Jingyu tried his best to suppress the thought of rushing to the Poisonous Snake Valley, he roared in his heart and told himself that the two of them were just acquaintances in need, it was just a friendship that was born because of the same life and death, yes, it was friendship, nothing else.

Under the porch of the ancestor's ancestral hall, Lin Jingyu leaned quietly on it, but under the calm surface, there was already a battle between heaven and man in his heart.

On the path from the Patriarch's Ancestral Hall to the Huanyue Cave Mansion, there was a lot of smoke. An old man was holding an old broom, hunched over, and carefully sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground.

Year after year, day by day, the old man is always busy like this.

The pines and cypresses are evergreen and the vegetation is flourishing. Even the underground soil where he stepped on seems to be always the same moist and soft.But it is so monotonous and repetitive, he has spent a hundred years.

"Shasha, Shasha..."

The broom rubs against the soil lightly, the sound is like years in the distance, quietly echoing with ripples, passing away quietly.

"Old man, get out of the way."

Suddenly, a slightly cold voice sounded from behind him, and a man in black slowly appeared behind him.

The man in black was thin and plain-looking, but the black stick in his hand looked rather weird.

The old man was still slightly bent over, as if the years had already weighed him down and he couldn't breathe, and lines of wrinkles like knife-cuts lay across his face, as if telling the passing of time.

"Your Excellency is not a person on Qingyun Mountain, why did you come to this Qingyun place privately?"

The black figure slowly took a step closer, and said indifferently with no expression on his face: "My ghost king, Zong Guili, has heard the reputation of Qingyun Mountain Huanyue Cave Mansion for a long time, and I want to go in and see it. I wonder if the old man can let me go?"

"Ghost King Zong Gui Li?" The old man muttered a few words softly, it seemed that after a lot of effort, he finally remembered, and said slowly: "So you are the little brother Jing Yu often mentioned, Zhang Xiaofan."

Hearing the name of his good brother Lin Jingyu, Gui Li was stunned for a moment, his originally cold face softened a little: "Old man, you are just an old man guarding the ancestral hall of Qingyun Mountain Patriarch, why bother to meddle in your own business and lose your life for nothing .”

"Old man? He is not an ordinary old man." Another man's voice sounded from the bushes, and then, a black figure flashed out from the bushes, standing beside Ghost Li.

Gui Li frowned slightly, and said displeasedly: "Mr. Gui, what are you talking about?"

Mr. Ghost didn't answer Zhang Xiaofan's question, instead he looked forward to the old man, sighed and asked: "Wan Jianyi, is your left hand okay?"

"Wan Jianyi, hehe, Wan Jianyi. No one has mentioned this name for a long time."

The old man heard the word "Wan Jian Yi", and his body trembled suddenly, as if these three words were like three sharp knives, piercing his heart one by one, even his face, which was deeply scarred by the years, At this moment, there was an excited look that I hadn't seen for a long time.

As soon as Wan Jian raised his head and stared at Mr. Ghost, he seemed to be thinking of someone, with a complicated expression on his face, and after a while, he said word by word: "So it was you, if it wasn't for you back then, I would have been a crippled person. I have a grace, I will always remember it in my heart."

Gui Li's attention was only on Huanyue Cave, but he didn't dare to be interested in their past, his face was as cold as frost, and he said coldly to Wan Jian who was standing in the road: "Get out of the way."

Wan Jian glanced at Ghost Li, then at Mr. Ghost, his face suddenly became sharper, and his expression gradually became cold: "You guys came here together, it's not for any good things, it's just a place of great prosperity, I've been guarding it for many years, you guys If you want to wreak havoc here, just step over my dead body."

Wan Jianyi said lightly, his originally hunched back slowly straightened up, although his hair was already grey, but there was an inexplicably compelling vigor on his body.

Gui Li Youyou sighed: "I didn't want to kill you. But if you insist on blocking my way, I have no choice."

Wan Jianyi still calmly stood in front of Ghost Li, looked him up and down for a moment, then sighed suddenly, and said: "It's a pity that such a person has turned to the Demon Cult."

Ghost Li's expression changed, but then he snorted, and a bit of arrogance appeared on his face, as if he saw that the famous Wan Jian was nothing, he walked straight away.Wan Jian straightened his body and stood with his hands behind his back, but he didn't intend to retreat.

Seeing that the two were getting closer, Wan Jian frowned suddenly, and stood up from the ground. Almost at the same time, there was a muffled sound on the ground under his feet, and it cracked instantly, revealing a cold blue-black mysterious light. The soul shot out from the ground under his feet, and chased after him.

Wan Jian was alone in the air, his body swayed, and suddenly he shouted loudly, shaking left and right, it turned out that Ling Kong grabbed the flying Soul Devourer with his bare hands.The blood-devouring bead on the top of the soul-devouring bead became bright red for a moment, and all the dark red blood streaks lit up, mixed in the black light, and rushed straight away without hesitation.

The black air billowed, the red light flashed darkly, and the surroundings seemed to be dark in an instant, but as soon as Wan Jian charged down, all the gloomy aura seemed to have no effect on him, and Gui Li's expression changed, this kind of character can Said he was seeing it for the first time.

Seeing that Wan Jianyi was about to catch the evil thing in this world, but at this moment, in the red light of the black air, on the surface of the blood-eating bead at the top of the soul-devouring bead, a strange figure suddenly appeared from the depths of the bead. The pattern, from small to large, from dark to bright, instantly stands out from the black air and mysterious light, the golden light is brilliant, it is a Buddhist mantra "*", a strong and pure force, but it is mixed with a bit of weirdness, Shengsheng knocked Wan Jianyi's palm back.

"Da Fan Prajna!"

Wan Jian looked at Gui Li for a while, nodded, and said sincerely: "Sure enough, someone from Jiangshan came from generation to generation. With your level of cultivation, perhaps only Jing Yu, the younger generation of Qingyun Sect, can fight you. Unexpectedly, the old man survived In this year, I can still meet people like you, and I can be regarded as God not letting me down."

Wan Jian retreated suddenly, flew to the edge of the dense forest, grabbed a pine tree the size of a person's arms with his right hand, shouted loudly, and the surroundings shook in an instant, amidst the rumbling sound, he forcibly pulled up the huge pine tree by the roots, like a giant arm across the air.

Wan Jianyi is holding a huge tree in his hand, standing proudly in the air, he still doesn't have the slightest obscene and stooped look. Seeing him in high spirits, with an excited expression on his face, and his eyebrows are open, it's exactly what he looked like back then.

"Come on," Wan Jian shouted like thunder, "You have a blood-devouring orb, how about looking at my giant Qingyun tree?"

He swayed, the huge tree danced in an instant, and the sound of "Wu Wu" was extremely fast in a blink of an eye. The sky was full of tree shadows, rushing towards the sky, the wind was so strong that no other sound could be heard.

Wan Jianyi couldn't stop laughing wildly, as if he had returned to the days when he ruled the world, the expression on his face became even more excited, and he focused all his attention on Gui Li.

In the midst of the storm, Ghost Li gritted his teeth suddenly, seeing the shadows of trees approaching in front of him like a mountain, this time he didn't dodge, he raised his right hand, Soul Eater flew out with a faint red light, and made a pop among the shadows of thousands of trees, Accurately nailed to the tree, the demonic power danced wildly for a moment, streaks of red light rose from the blood-devouring bead, and wound around the tree trunk. Wherever it passed, the tree trunk burst and debris flew across.

In a short while, one-third of the trunk of the giant tree was swallowed by this monster force, but Wan Jianyi smiled instead of being startled. It is cut open like tofu.The tree trunk at the front shrouded in red glow seemed to let out a moan in a blink of an eye, and turned into powder, scattered in the wind.

Wan Jianyi lifted the remaining tree trunks in front of him, like holding up the sky, mighty and invincible, the shadows of the trees all over the sky disappeared in an instant, the storm stopped, the strong wind stopped, everything in the world stopped breathing instantly, and they all stared at the flying in the air. figure!

He descended from the sky, and amidst loud shouts, he raised a tree and slammed it down.

Gui Li clenched his teeth tightly, and suddenly waved his hands, the Taiji Diagram spun non-stop, suddenly rose above his head, blocking in front of the tree trunk like thunder.

The two powerful forces collided in mid-air, even the mountains around them seemed to be shaken, the ground under the feet of Ghost Li's feet had already sunk into the soil.

The front of the tree trunk was forced by Taiji Xuanqingdao vigorously, all of them burst, sawdust flew around, and turned into powder in a blink of an eye, scattered without a trace.But then the trunk of the tree suddenly forced down, stabbing point by point from the flashing Tai Chi pattern.Ghost Li's face became paler again, Soul Eater's demon glow became more intense, the Buddhist mantra reappeared, just below the Tai Chi pattern, golden light flickered, and another layer was impressively laid.

The strong wind was howling, and it was almost impossible to breathe in the arena. The strong wind was raging, and the two men fought selflessly in the green hills and dense forests. No one was seen, and the black shadow flickered faintly.

Mr. Ghost, who was standing aside, finally couldn't hold back and made a move.

Mr. Ghost turned into a stream of black light and flew into the air. He raised his right hand and slapped it heavily in the direction of Wan Jianyi, and a black palm print shot directly at Wan Jianyi's back.

(End of this chapter)