At the dawn of dawn, 500 inner disciples and more than 2,000 disciples from each peak led by senior brother Nangong Wentian, second senior sister Su Liuli, and fourth senior brother Wang Hui descended the mountain one after another.
It was not until three o'clock in the morning that a flying-winged carriage custom-made from Mo Palace, surrounded by two inner disciples, slowly jumped over the three thousand steps from Tianmen Mountain and flew down the mountain.
There was a faint melodious whistle in the distance, and looking far into the distance, a graceful figure could be seen standing in the sea of clouds to see him off.
The curtain of the carriage was opened at a corner and was lowered after a long time.
"Uncle Xin, shall we go directly to the Imperial Capital of Great Zhou?"
Sun Wangcai, an inner disciple of Standing Sword Peak and another female disciple with single eyelids who had taken Xin Zhuo to Tianmen Mountain before, had their eyes shining brightly and their whole bodies were shaking with excitement.
Being able to go out with Master Xin is a great honor. Who knows how many tests they went through last night, and how many inner disciples they fought overtly and covertly to get it.
The key point is that Uncle Xin only leads two people, how awesome is this!
"Go to Fulong Mountain first!"
"Fulong Mountain? Here!"
…
After the prosperity of martial arts, Fulong Mountain has been relocated. It is 3,180 miles away from Xuantian Sword Sect and only 500 miles away from Andu, the capital of the Great Zhou Emperor.
That's right! It seems that Fulong Mountain itself is inextricably involved with Dazhou. Fufeng City on the side has been moved to an unknown place, and the original Shuiyue Temple and Qiugong Pavilion, which was converted into a sect, are not there either. However, on that hilltop, originally The Fulong Village is located more than three thousand miles away from Andu, as if it is destined.
The large sect is protected by formations and feels like spring all year round, but outside it is already the twelfth lunar month of winter with heavy snowfall.
The branches and leaves on the Fulong Mountains, which stretch for hundreds of miles, are withered, and last night's frost and dew have not yet dried up but are frozen by this morning's cold wind. Looking at it, it looks like a world of ice and snow, which is magnificent.
"Crunch, crunch..."
After a tiring journey and following a safe route, Xin Zhuo, who had traveled three thousand miles in seven days, got off the carriage and walked to the top of Fulong Peak wearing an animal skin cloak and looked around.
There is no trace of the original bandit village anymore.
It’s not just that things are different and people are different!
He was silent for a long time, and had no choice but to search in the direction in his memory. Half an hour later, he finally saw several graves covered with withered grass.
There are more than ten in total, and I remember that among them are Chai Donghu, the first boss of Hungry Wolf Village, and the Sky Cannon, the second boss.
That was the first time he killed someone in this world. Although it was not many years ago, it felt like a long time had passed.
He stared at the grave for a long time, and he still can't figure out why Chai Donghu and Soaring Cannon allowed him to go back and get a knife to hit them again. If they came up and killed them, they were afraid that their lives would have ended in chaos. What? The Prince of Western Qin and one of the ten swords of Xuantian Sword Sect no longer exist!
He smiled and looked at another lonely grave not far away, which belonged to his grandfather Xin Aotian. He had many guesses about Xin Aotian's identity back then, but they all followed the resurrection of Jiang Yugui and the departure of Ji Jiuwei and the others. And dissipated.
It doesn't make any sense anymore.
But now, he suddenly had a doubt, which was the main reason why he wanted to come here.
In a blink of an eye, he arrived in front of the grave and scattered the mound of soil at the grave with his hand, revealing a thin coffin inside.
The coffin was rotten and appeared to have been disturbed.
This small change made him breathe a little heavier, and it took half a stick of incense to open the coffin lid.
There is nothing inside!
He closed his eyes and endured it. When he couldn't help it, he blurted out "Fuck".
The trial of that group of strange people can be determined by his own intrusion, but to be honest, he can't be sure who is actually undergoing the trial. He can only guess randomly, but it is impossible that the entire Great Zhou people were trialed back then. By.
Now it seems that some of it is certain.
Grandfather Xin Aotian is like this, Cui Ying'er, Murong Xiu and others are probably also like this, and even Mr. Dongfang and others are probably also like this.
It is no coincidence that this group of people gathered in Fulong Mountain.
If you ask why...
They must be waiting for that Su Miaojin. This woman is the one who opened the Seven Days of Qingyu. She has a very deep connection and is also a tester. This group of people should be setting up a huge trial. In the end, they were killed because of their intrusion. Completely changed the meaning and made a mess.
What would happen if you didn't have yourself?
Moreover, the group in Western Qin, including Zhe Feiyan, must be the same. This was supposed to be Jiang Yugui's trial, and everyone who was so close to him should have been occupied by him.
"Uncle Xin?"
Sun Wangcai, another inner sect female disciple Li Xiang'er and Xiao Huang stood side by side and were shocked by Xin Zhuo's inexplicable curse.
Xin Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the snowy scene in the distance for a long time.
Great Zhou Andu, I wonder if it is still the same Andu as before?
Li Xiang'er bowed his hands and saluted, and asked cautiously: "We are five hundred miles away from Andu in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and a disciple of the sect sent a message. There are monsters and disciples of the evil sect who must pass through, and they have disrupted Anshu Mountain. I asked my uncle for a countermeasure. "
"Anshu Mountain?" Xin Zhuo asked.
Li Xiang'er replied: "Uncle Master, there are three small sects on Anju Mountain, Lingjian, Shaolin and Wudang. They are subordinate sects of Baicaogu, one of the nine sects of my Xuantian Sword Sect!"
"Shaolin, Wudang and Spirit Sword?"
Xin Zhuo pondered for a moment and said with a smile: "Fly over, I want to see an acquaintance."
"Here!"
…
"Spirit Sword Sect disciples will follow me to kill..."
Zhao Li held a three-foot green blade in her hand and was as powerful as a rainbow. Even though she was only in the Great Venerable realm, even though her robe was torn, covered in blood, and her long hair was messy, she still charged like crazy with hundreds of disciples.
Ahead is a steep cliff. It used to be a whole mountain, but it was broken into pieces. Standing on the edge of the cliff are seven one-horned tigers the size of houses with red eyes. They are filled with black energy and look at them eagerly. Staring at the dense crowd of "little people".
Riding on their backs were men in red, each with a calm expression and a sinister smile on their lips.
In the mid-air above the seven one-horned giant tigers, more than a dozen figures were fighting. The intense earthly immortal and even cathode energy collided wantonly with great momentum.
Almost at the moment Zhao Ling rushed forward, another woman not far away yelled angrily:
"Disciples of Wudang, slay demons and protect the Tao. Today, you will follow me, Song Xijun, to die and become a benevolent person..."
A large number of Wudang disciples in blue robes swarmed over.
"Shaolin disciples, please protect the peace of our country at this time. I, the Buddha, are merciful!"
Hundreds more monks roared and danced with murderous intent.
The three factions merged into one, and there were more than a thousand people. Their momentum was not weak, and they rushed straight towards the seven one-horned giant tigers.
"Whoosh whoosh..."
The densely packed figures charged into the formation with indomitable momentum.
And the seven one-horned tigers, urged on by dozens of men and women in black on their backs, came with a demonic aura all over the sky.
"Boom boom..."
The earth shook, and more than a thousand people and seven giant tigers rushed together. In an instant, dazzling demonic energy, blood evil energy, broken bones, and screams before death were heard at the same time.
Blood sprayed into the sky, and figures one after another were knocked high into the air, and died before they even fell.
Facts have proved that in the face of absolute power, there is no advantage in numbers.
"Little bug!"
Zhao Li, who was charging forward, looked at the body of a girl flying over his head. She was dripping with blood, her internal organs were scattered, and her death was so miserable that her eyes were split. That was the junior sister with whom she had the closest relationship.
Her eyes turned red, and the knuckles of the hand holding the sword turned a bit white. She said decisively in a voice that only she could hear: "Spirit Sword Sect has been established for hundreds of years, and the disciples of the sect are all narrow-minded people. Now they are hereditary evil spirits." If you are intruding, you should sacrifice your life to be a benevolent person and kill them!"
He jumped up and used the most powerful sword in his life, like a shooting star chasing the moon. He could even cross a level to challenge and go straight to a giant tiger on the opposite side and the evil sect disciple on top of the giant tiger!
Unfortunately, upon contact, the strongest sword was just like a mirror, shattered instantly.
Her chest hurt terribly, her head felt dizzy, she fell backwards, and a mouthful of hot blood wet her neck.
"It turns out that everything is in vain, Chong'er..."
Just when she opened her mind and went to die calmly, she was suddenly pulled by someone, and she suddenly opened her eyes. She saw that an acquaintance, Song Xijun of the Wudang Clan, her best friend, had... been deceived by that person.
Before she could speak, a yellow figure rushed over from the other side: "Senior sister, Miss Zhao Li, hurry up, I can't hold it anymore!"
Qin Lilong, also a Wudang disciple, was also deceived by that person back then.
Why do you think of that person at this time?
She put aside her thoughts and looked forward, feeling a mixture of sadness and anger for a moment.
I saw more than a thousand disciples of the three sects being washed away in pieces. Dead bodies were everywhere, and there were very few survivors.
But the seven giant tigers and the evil sect disciples on the giant tigers were still safe and sound, and they quickly came to kill them.
She vaguely heard the laughter and curses of some disciples of the Evil Sect: "This secular warrior is really weak, boring, extremely boring!"
She wanted to try her best to dispel the other party's arrogance, but she was really powerless.
He had no choice but to follow Qin Lilong and Song Xijun back, shouting in grief and anger: "The sect was destroyed and all the disciples were killed. Why didn't the Sect of Baicao Valley come? Why didn't the Great Zhou Zhenwu Division come?"
Song Xijun pulled her back, his handsome oval face with a few grains of yellow sand filled with worry: "It is said that the disciples of Baicao Valley were stopped by the evil sect at Shuikong Mountain. The Great Zhou court...the Prime Minister and the Demon Queen were in power, and the little emperor was ignored. !”
"Master and the others are not defeated yet, we still have hope!"
Qin Lilong, who is already in his twenties and has matured a lot, said confidently: "As long as we defeat them, everything will be..."
Before he finished speaking, he was stunned.
The five figures in mid-air suddenly screamed and fell to the ground, vomiting blood and dying.
It was Zhao Ling, the head of the Lingjian Sect, Sanfeng Taoist, the founder of the Wudang Sect, Zen Master Kuxing and Master Kujing, the Shaolin masters.
The elders with the highest level of the three sects were also defeated!
Zhao Li, Song Xijun, and dozens of other disciples from the three sects who were lucky enough to survive, were in a daze and immediately approached.
"master……"
Zhao Li only said two words before he choked up and had nothing to say anymore. Just like during this period, monsters and evil sect disciples suddenly appeared. He didn't know where they came from, and he didn't know how to deal with them.
"Boom boom boom..."
Seven house-high giant tigers, their four pillar-like hooves trampling the rocks into pieces, slowly approached, like shadows coming.
And in mid-air, those seven imposing figures also swooped over, looking down at them, sneering again and again.
Another young man with a bun and a tall figure came from a distance. He put his hands behind his back and said calmly:
"My sect, Huaiqiu, is a disciple of the Tianxie Sect. We are attacking this place now. You must restrain your hands!"
Although the voice was calm, it was full of evil and disdain.
"Amitabha!"
Zen Master Kuxing of Shaolin clasped his hands together with his blood-stained palms trembling, and recited the name of the Buddha.
"There is a way between heaven and earth, the way between good and evil!"
The San crazy Taoist wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with difficulty and said: "This is the land of the Great Zhou Dynasty, with the laws of the imperial court above, the people below are united, and the Eighteen Saint Sects are suppressing them. You should restrain your evil..."
That Zong Huaiqiu said with a ferocious smile: "The world of Zhou is no more than the things in the bag, and the eighteen sects are no more than grasshoppers in the autumn. The fate of heaven and earth has all returned to the evil of heaven. It is thousands of miles away from here, and my Zong Huaiqiu is the king. , no one can disobey, I want to take you as slaves, if you agree, you can be at ease, if you don't agree, you will be killed in an instant!"
Zhao Ling, the head of the Spirit Sword Sect, heard this and sneered: "If we risk our lives and strike with one blow, the outcome will still be decided!"
"idiot!"
Zong Huaiqiu took a step forward, and a dazzling Yang energy arose around him. He waved his sleeves and turned into a Yang sword, "How can you block the power of this Yang Realm?"
The pupils of Zhao Li, Zen Master Kuxing, Sanfeng Daozi and others shrank. The five of them were no more than three people from Dixianjiu Turn around and two people from Yinxu Yichonghai.
The person who made the sneak attack later, Yang Shi...
For a moment, a group of people looked ashen and there was no hope in their hearts.
It’s just...the hardest thing in life is death!
"Heavenly Evil Lives forever!"
Zong Huaiqiu looked up to the sky and laughed, "Killing you is just a matter of effort. I still want to go to the imperial capital to play with concubines and princesses, a bunch of acquired pigs..."
Before he finished speaking, he paused and saw a wind wolf double-winged carriage flying silently over his head surrounded by two people.
By chance, it stopped, and the wind blew the car curtains slightly. The man and woman driving the car had cold and stern looks on their faces, and their aura was overwhelming, even overwhelming everyone present.
Zong Huaiqiu and other Tianxie disciples and a group of people like Zhao Li looked up subconsciously and couldn't help but be surprised.
Carriages are common in the world, but flying in the sky is rare.
"Who's up there?" Zong Huaiqiu asked coldly.
A woman with single eyelids in front of the carriage said in a condescending and cold voice: "The young master of the Xuantian Sword Sect has suppressed the Great Three Kingdoms under the orders of the sect. The disciples of the evil sect must be punished!"
"Young Master Xuantian Sword Sect!"
Zhao Li, Zhao Ling and the three crazy Taoists showed excitement in their eyes, as if they were grasping at a straw when they died tragically, and their whole bodies could not stop trembling.
Shangzong Baicaogu is already a respected person with great strength, so why talk about Xuantian Sword Sect? A young headmaster has also arrived?
"Young Master Xuantian Sword Sect?"
Zong Huaiqiu laughed evilly, "I have been practicing martial arts for 150 years, and the last thing I want to see is a person who pretends to be a ghost, so I want to give it a try!"
With a strong aura of the extreme sun surrounding him, he flicked his sword with his fingers and rushed straight towards the carriage like a river flowing backward.
"Be bold!"
The woman with single eyelids took a step back, bowed and saluted: "Uncle, please try the sword!"
The car curtain was suddenly opened at a corner, a hand stretched out and flicked with five fingers.
"Buzz——"
Suddenly a strong solar wind blew in the sky, and nine huge dragon shadows suddenly appeared, like a mirage, shocking people's hearts.
The seven giant tigers were restless.
Immediately afterwards, the nine dragon shadows quickly gathered together and turned into a slash of heaven and earth, covering a hundred feet in radius and slashing down with unparalleled power.
No chance for reaction at all.
"boom--"
Zong Huaiqiu's sword light was like a hemp pole, shattering instantly.
There was shock on his face, and he was about to retreat when he felt huge pain in his body and was cut in half at the waist.
It was so pitiful that he just wanted to test it out to see if something was wrong, so he turned around and ran away, but in the end he lost his life!
Yang Shi Yi Chong Hai is so worthless!
However, the Qiankun Slash did not stop and continued to slash.
"puff……"
The six Tianxie Yinxu disciples below, the seven giant tigers below and the Tianxie disciples on the giant tigers were completely unable to react and were cut into two pieces like wheat.
Blood splattered, internal organs collapsed, and the deaths were even worse than those of the three disciples from the previous three sects.
Not only that, the ice thunder that came from nowhere struck with crazy force after the Qiankun Slash.
The corpses of giant tigers and the corpses of dozens of Tianxie Sect members were all reduced to pulp by the shock.
The smell of blood is strong, like hell on earth!
This is just one blow...that's all!
Zhao Li, Zhao Ling, Song Xijun, Three Crazy Taoists, and Zen Master Kuxing all stared wide-eyed, breathing rapidly, and were silent for a long time.
Thousands of disciples from his three sects were all wiped out in a few days. These evil disciples and the giant tiger monster were like invincible natural enemies. But now... they were killed by the man in the carriage with one blow.
It’s like child’s play!
"this……"
In front of the carriage, Sun Wangcai and Li Xiangyeer swallowed dryly. They knew that Uncle Xin was very strong, but they never thought that he would be so strong. This was not a move, this was clearly... a killing!
Only Xiao Huang was lying on the wall of the car, yawning out of boredom.
At this time, Zhao Ling, the head of the Spirit Sword Sect, reacted first and hurriedly rushed towards the carriage with fists in his hands and saluted: "Zhao Ling, a disciple of the lower sect, has met the senior of the upper sect!"
"haven't seen you for a long time!"
The carriage curtain suddenly opened, revealing a face with a faint smile and some relief.
