Zhu Xianzhi's sword Qingyun

Chapter 95

The four-spirit blood formation is really an evil formation unparalleled in the world. The ghost king hides in the red blood light of the four-spirit blood formation, which can steal people's minds. They will all turn into mindless living dead and be driven by him.

This time, in order to be able to dominate the world, the Ghost King, after learning the news of Master Xuan's disappearance, immediately led his people southward, all the way to Qingyun Mountain, intending to kill Qingyunmen's biggest opponent directly.

The ghost king came all the way, and the souls of many righteous disciples and ordinary people have been absorbed by him, and they have become slaves and thugs of the ghost king's sect. More than [-] mighty men have surrounded Qingyun Mountain.

Qingyun Mountain, Tongtian Peak.

Looking out from Tongtian Peak, the sky in the distance is no longer as cloudless and blue as it used to be. At this moment, a violent blood-red light enveloped the sky, turning into pieces of red clouds, and it was coming towards Tongtian Peak. .

In a remote corner of Yuqing Palace, Master Shuiyue leaned against Lu Xueqi's ear and asked with pity: "Xueqi, why are you still in Qingyun Mountain after you have been away for so long?"

Lu Xueqi smiled slightly, as if she didn't pay attention to the life-and-death battle not far away: "I have already promised him a heart, and the place where he is is my home. No matter what happens in the future, I will Always be with him"

Although Lu Xueqi's voice was soft, her expression was extremely firm. Based on Master Shuiyue's understanding of her disciples, she knew she could not change her mind, so she stopped talking, sighed, and stood aside.

The atmosphere in Yuqing Palace became more and more solemn, and everyone's expressions also became gloomy.

Suddenly, a desperate cry came from a distance, followed by a ferocious roar, like thousands of beasts rumbling.

The cloud of blood had already covered the sky above the Palace of Yuqing.

A disciple of Qingyun with a look of despair stumbled into the Yuqing Palace and shouted in a trembling voice: "The devil, the devil from the Demon Sect has come up the mountain..."

All the people looked out the door together in an instant, all of them showed expressions of astonishment and disbelief. Slowly, a breath of despair permeated the majestic Yuqing Palace.

A blood-colored red light floated over, covering the sky and covering the sun. Looking from Tongtian Peak, the entire sky turned blood-red.Under this red cloud, everything is dyed red, the sky is red, the mountains are red, the clouds floating in the sea of ​​clouds are red, the water flowing from the Hongqiao is red, and even the cold mountains are red. The wind blows, as if it is also red.

Countless figures are climbing up from the bottom of Tongtian Peak from all directions. There are almost no gaps in the dense crowd. There are figures everywhere. Everyone's eyes are shining with a red strange light. These are the righteous ways controlled by the ghost king sect. Comprehension and ordinary people.

On the sky, a group of red shadows a hundred times deeper than the sky, which looked like a blood cell, slowly flew to the sky above the sea of ​​clouds platform, and there was a burst of laughter from inside.

"Hahaha, isn't there anyone in the Qingyun Sect of Nuo Da who can rival the old man? Where is Daoxuan? Where is the Zhuxian Sword? Don't you have the Zhuxian Sword Formation, which is known as the world's invincible? Where is it? Hahaha!"

The laughter was presumptuous and rampant, almost hysterical, but the violence in it shrouded the entire Tongtian Peak of Qingyun Mountain in an atmosphere of despair.

Just when everyone was almost desperate, a dazzling blue light shot out from the back of Yuqing Hall, landed on the Hongqiao, and blocked the Qingyun people.

When the blue light slowly dissipated, it gradually revealed that it was the former Qingyun Tianjiao, Nagato Wanjianyi who shook the demon gate with a sword a hundred years ago.

It's just that Wan Jianyi at this moment is dressed in long robes, with white hair and gray beard, and looks radiant, like a god, and he doesn't have the same decadent appearance as in the ancestor's ancestral hall.

"Senior Brother Wan!"

As soon as Wan Jian appeared, many chief elders of Qingyun Sect bowed their hands and bowed down.

Everyone still remembers the scene a hundred years ago, but no matter what happened back then, it is always a good thing for someone like Wan Jianyi to come out to preside over the overall situation at this juncture of Qing Yunmen's life and death.

The ghost king stood in the air, watching Wan Jianyi standing proudly with his hands behind his back, floating like a fairy, and said coldly: "You are the Wan Jianyi who ravaged my wild temple a hundred years ago?"

Wan Jianyi stared at the ghost king in the air with lightning-like eyes, the corner of his mouth moved slightly, and said disdainfully: "No, it's Wan Jianyi, who would have thought that I hadn't been born for a hundred years, and the unknown pawns back then would be so rampant. It seems that the Demon Cult is really a Talent withers."

Back then when Wan Jian held a dragon-slaying sword and ruled the world, the ghost king was still a disciple of the ghost king sect, so Wan Jianyi said this.

Faced with Wan Jianyi's verbal ridicule, the ghost king seemed not to mind at all, he opened his arms, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Although the world is big, there are not many people who can make me see it. One. If Daoxuan, Lin Jingyu, and you Wan Jianyi were all in Qingyun, I might still be a bit scruples, but now that Lin Jingyu is dead and Daoxuan is nowhere to be found, with you Wan Jianyi alone Jian Yi, can you still block my Four Spirit Blood Formation?"

Among the three people with the highest cultivation level in Qingyunmen, only Wan Jianyi is still there. It is indeed delusional to rely on Wan Jianyi's own strength to resist the blood formation of the four spirits.

However, Wan Jianyi stood at the front of the Hongqiao without fear, looked at the proud figure in the sky with a pair of clear eyes, and said indifferently: "Whether we succeed or fail, I, Qingyun people, will live and die with Qingyun!"

Wan Jianyi's hoarse voice hit the hearts of every Qingyun disciple like the ringing of a bell in the morning.

When the Qingyun is there, there are people; when the Qingyun dies, people die.Isn't that what they have been upholding all these years?
Looking at the old man standing alone at the head of the bridge, the hearts of Qing Yun's disciples became firm, and their hands holding the sword tightened even more.

"Swear to live and die with Qingyun!"

Thousands of Qingyun disciples shouted in the wind.

Clouds of blood swayed and the wind raged, spreading the vows of Qingyun disciples throughout the entire Qingyun Mountain Range.

In the back mountain of Longshou Peak of Qingyun Mountain, in the secluded Tingtao Building, Lin Jingyu lay quietly on an old wooden bed.

Along the mountain wind, the pungent bloody smell drifted into the Tingtao Tower one after another, replacing the original quaint rosin, filling the entire Tingtao Tower.

After a while, suddenly a blue light shot out from between Lin Jingyu's eyebrows, and with a "Zheng", it turned into a glowing immortal sword and stuck it on the ground.

This celestial sword is emerald green all over, the blade is slender and as clear as water, it is Lin Jingyu's talisman Dragon Slaying Sword.

Gradually, the dragon-slaying sword flourished, filling the entire Tingtao Tower.

After a while, when the rays of the sun cleared away, a beautiful woman came out from the Dragon Slaying Sword.

The woman was dressed in a blue water skirt, she was charming, her eyebrows were looking forward, her eyes were like water, and when she looked carefully, she was the golden bottle that had turned into a sword soul.

Xu Shi smelled the smell of blood all over the room, Jin Ping'er moved her nose slightly, and walked to Lin Jingyu's side.

Jin Ping'er sat by the bed, gently lifted Lin Jingyu's chin with a pair of jade hands, looked at Lin Jingyu's handsome face with a charming smile, and said softly: "My Young Master Lin, if you don't wake up, I'm afraid It's time for your Junior Sister Lu to die."

Jin Ping'er's words reached Lin Jingyu's ears softly, and his fingers moved slightly.

(End of this chapter)