Big dreamer

Shen Luo smiled slightly, and then selected some of his experiences over the years that were not very important and told them to the two of them. Shen Mumu listened with pleasure, and Shen Ci also found it eye-opening.

Shen Luo then gave the two some tips on cultivation experience, which made them feel greatly rewarded.

The three brothers and sisters chatted for a long time and didn't stop until the moon came up.

"Brother, just rest at home today. I will bring the other younger members of the clan to you tomorrow," Shen Ci said.

"That's not necessary. I have become accustomed to pure cultivation over the years and am not used to being in crowded situations. I will leave the house to you and I will leave now." Shen Luo stood up and said.

"Leaving so soon?" Shen Ci and Shen Mumu were both shocked.

"I'm going to the Spring and Autumn Temple, which is very close to my home. If you have anything to do, just go to the Spring and Autumn Temple to find me." Shen Luo said.

After hearing this, Shen Ci and Shen Mumu breathed a sigh of relief.

"You don't have to see each other off." Shen Luo said to the two of them, and disappeared in a flash.

Shen Ci and Shen Mumu felt lost, and they recovered after a long time. They looked at the storage artifact and discussed the distribution of the items in it.

Shen Luo was already at a height of 10,000 feet. He glanced at Chunhua County below, then turned around and fled towards Chunqiu Temple.

He does not intend to interfere too much with the development of the Shen family. Although the calamity has passed, there is no guarantee that his enemies will not remain. The Shen family is too weak and it would be inappropriate to have too much involvement with him.

The distance of hundreds of miles was nothing to him now, and the old site of Chunqiu Temple soon appeared in his field of vision.

In the Spring and Autumn Temple, the damage caused by the demon's extermination is still there, and many buildings are still collapsed there. Only a few buildings have been repaired, and they look quite shabby.

There is not much popularity inside the temple. It is deserted everywhere and there is no sound at all. It is completely different from the lively scene back then.

When Shen Luo saw that the sect he was born in had become like this, he sighed in his heart and flew down.

Falling into the view, he quickly frowned.

The doors of the repaired buildings were open at the moment, and two of the doors were still on the ground. There were also a few new deep marks on the ground at the door, as if they had just experienced a battle.

Shen Luo's consciousness spread, and his expression quickly darkened.

In a room inside the temple, there were actually two corpses. Judging by their clothes, they were disciples of the Spring and Autumn Temple.

He frowned slightly, expanded his consciousness, and quickly turned his head to look at a mountain peak more than ten miles away.

The spiritual energy there was fluctuating, and there were immortal cultivators fighting, and the mana fluctuations of one of them were familiar, it was the Chunyang Sword Jue.

Shen Luo didn't hesitate and immediately flew away there.

With his current level of cultivation, he reached the place of battle in an instant and landed quietly outside a valley.

Two groups of monks were fighting in the valley. On one side were two monks wearing blue robes. They were disciples of Spring and Autumn Temple, and their cultivation levels were only at the Qi refining stage.

"Hey, Qin Ming!" Shen Luo looked at an old man in green robes with gray hair, who was wielding a mahogany talisman sword.

This man's appearance had changed drastically, but he could still vaguely recognize him as a fellow outer sect member when he was a boy. However, they were not familiar with each other and had only met a few times.

Qin Ming's body flashed with red light. He was practicing the Chunyang Sword Art and had reached the middle stage of Qi refining.

As for the other, a round-faced young man wielding a black war sword and talisman, Shen Luo didn't know him. He seemed to be Qin Ming's disciple, and he only had the early stage of Qi refining.

The three people opposite were all wearing black robes with a black cloud pattern embroidered on their sleeves.

The three of them were also in the Qi refining stage, with one middle stage and two early stages, but they had the advantage in numbers. Moreover, the three of them controlled three identical black talisman swords to form a sword array, which was filled with sinister black energy and was quite powerful. It looked like he was suppressing Qin and Ming.

"Haha, Qin Ming, you want to occupy this Qinghua Mountain spiritual vein with your little effort, so you better let it go." The leader, a black-faced old man full of anger, laughed proudly.

"Old ghost Heiyan, this Qinghua Mountain was inherited by the founder of Chunqiu Guan, you can't even think of taking it away!" Qin Ming's eyes breathed fire, he cut his finger and smeared the blood on the peach wood talisman sword.

The runes on the talisman sword suddenly lit up, and a red sword energy that was seven or eight feet long burst out, tearing a large hole in the black energy of the opponent's sword formation.

"Okay! The Chunyang Sword Art is indeed powerful, but it's a pity that you are too weak to exert its power! Obediently offer the sword art and Qinghua Mountain's spiritual veins, and I, the Valley Master, can still spare your lives!" The black-faced old man said in the eyes of the black-faced old man. A trace of greed flashed through him, he bit the tip of his tongue and spit out a mouthful of blood, which fell on a black talisman sword, and then he muttered something!

The other two people also did the same thing. The three talisman swords were filled with black light amidst the sound of the spell, and the roaring sound was loud, and the torn black energy was instantly healed.

The black energy in the sword array immediately surged and turned into a thick black wind pillar several feet high, rushing towards Qin and Ming.

This black wind column was extremely powerful, and a layer of the ground was blown away wherever it passed.

Qin and Ming's talismans started spinning wildly as soon as they touched it. They couldn't control it at all. Their expressions changed drastically and they hurriedly flew back.

"Haha, let you see the power of my Black Cloud Valley Yinfeng Talisman Formation! Come and accept your fate!" The black-faced old man was somewhat out of breath, but his expression was extremely excited, and his hands were dancing wildly to make seals.

Black light flashed, and two black ghost heads the size of millstones shot out from the strong wind and rushed toward Qin Ming and the round-faced young man.

The round-faced young man's cultivation was only at the early stage of Qi refining, which was far inferior to Qin Ming's. He was already struggling to support himself, but when facing the attack of the black ghost head, he could no longer resist, so he closed his eyes and waited for death.

At this moment, a wave of heat hit him, and a piece of red light shot from the side, forming a thin red light curtain that blocked the two black ghost heads.

The black ghost head opened its big mouth and bit into the red light curtain. The light curtain suddenly trembled, but it still barely resisted the ghost head.

"Master!" The round-faced young man escaped from death and looked at Qin Ming next to him.

Qin Ming was holding a fiery red talisman in his hand, and blood poured out of his palm and poured into the talisman, forming this red light curtain.

Just using this method obviously consumes a lot of energy. Qin Ming's already pale face is now as white as a piece of paper.

"The thieves are powerful, I'll stop them, you can take the opportunity to run away!" Qin Ming shouted urgently.

"How can a disciple abandon his master and live alone?" The round-faced young man shook his head and said.

"Confused, it doesn't matter whether you or I live or die, but the orthodoxy of Spring and Autumn Temple cannot be ruined here no matter what, why don't you leave quickly!" Qin Ming's eyes turned red and he shouted angrily.

The round-faced young man was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand to recall the black sword, turned around and fled in the distance.

"Don't even think about it, neither of you two can escape today!" The black-faced old man sneered, injected more mana into the black talisman sword, and made the seal with both hands faster.

Whoosh whoosh!

Three more black ghost heads shot out from the black wind column and hit the red light curtain hard.

The trembling red light curtain could no longer hold on and exploded, turning into countless balls of red light and scattering.

The red talisman in Qin Ming's hand fell into pieces and completely lost all spirituality.

He himself spurted out blood and flew backwards. The mahogany talisman sword also lost all its power and fell to the ground like a stone.