The Lingshan Sect has been inherited for more than 9,600 years and has 6,473 disciples. It has thousands of palaces such as Chuan Gong Hall, Dianjing Pavilion, and Wanfa Hall, which are located in the Qianniu Mountains. There are rapids in the east and west directions of the gate. It can be said that it is reflected in the sunshine in the morning and bathed in the golden water in the evening. It is very comfortable for the disciples to sit and talk about Taoism or practice and wield swords.
As one of the twenty-eight sects in the southern border of Yijie Mountain, although he is not the top among the twenty-eight sects, he is not considered inferior either. The Supreme Elder Ma Wumen has entered the Holy Ruins seven times into nothingness. If he becomes the Human Emperor in the future , that can be regarded as a first-class sect, and the disciples are full of hope for the future!
"A century ago, there were disputes in the world, but they were all about small ways. Even if all the races in other regions except our central region were in rebellion, they just wanted to coexist. The three emperors of the human race were born, and they were enough to suppress them. At that time, all races were in rebellion. The beginning of the Wu Dynasty is also called the initial replacement.
Forty-seven years ago, the sky and the earth suddenly changed, the Big Dipper shifted, and the four stars appeared together for three days, indicating great evil. The supreme ancestors returned, and monsters appeared frequently for generations. The world has become different, and times have changed. ! "
Outside the Lingshan Sect's Star Hall, Ling Yue'er, the master palm master, was dressed in a red disciple's robe. Her hair was in a high bun, her eyebrows were as bright as daisy, her nose was beautiful, her lips were cherry, and her eyebrows were a little red. She was obviously very beautiful. At this moment, her eyebrows were all It's serious and makes people scared.
Eight hundred true disciples in red were sitting cross-legged in the square below. They were listening carefully. Someone suddenly asked: "Senior Sister, if sixty years ago was the initial replacement, then forty-seven years ago to the present, what is the era called?"
Ling Yue'er solemnly said: "In the Fifth Realm Mountain, the Xuan Emperor Immortal Dynasty and the seven supreme palaces of the Middle Earth, eight million miles away, have all calculated the stars of heaven and earth, and they are named the number one in Zhenwu." The discipline has been spread to all major areas!
This year is the thirty-seventh year of the Zhenwu Era, and it will be left as a record for historians!
The true warrior is Xuanwu, the seven constellations in the north. In ancient times, the great emperors have taken the seven constellations in the north as their destiny palaces. Now that the emperor of the earth has not yet emerged, thousands of warriors are fighting for the world, and heaven is eyeing it, it is called the era of true martial arts. It should be the truth of destiny! "
"That's it!" The eight hundred disciples suddenly realized.
"Senior Sister!" A female disciple stood up and clasped her fists and said, "We already know that the supreme beings of this world have returned one after another, but... what is a generation-ending monster?"
"Monster is a term given to top geniuses."
Ling Yue'er's face showed a trace of longing and envy, "Junior sister Huan'er, as well as all the other junior brothers and sisters, we know that before the medieval times, when the last great emperor was in power, all the domains in the world were still one complete continent, stretching from east to west. One hundred and sixty-seven million miles, 280 million miles from north to south, what a vast land, vast resources, and what a world of mortals.
The martial arts inheritance and magical methods at that time were definitely not comparable to what they are now.
We, the later martial artists, practiced the martial arts of later generations. The stronger the stronger, the more powerful it was. The ancient martial arts of the mainland at that time were basically lost.
For example, the Nine Secrets of the Qinghuang, the Ancient Martial Arts Trap Technique, the Qingyun Sword Platform, etc. are all epoch-making magical powers. How many people have them?
Duandai is a kind of inheritance left over from that time, but not all Duandai families are truly Duandai. Even if they have Duandai martial arts, they are only in a minority.
But now, the true monster of the era has returned from nowhere, crossing borders to kill people and suppressing all directions. Everyone wants to gain a foothold in the world and compete for opportunities in the world. "
The female disciple Huan'er asked again: "Is it possible for a generation-era monster to defeat dozens of people in the same situation?"
Ling Yue'er's mouth showed an awkward smile: "Let's put it this way, a monster from the past was eating breakfast, served with bean sprouts, and killed 800 of you, and the bean sprouts were still cold when I turned around. I went to the third world ten years ago Shan, I saw a person with my own eyes, such a graceful person, rarely seen in the world!"
"Oh——"
The eight hundred disciples were in an uproar.
Huan'er's eyes also showed a hint of horror, and he asked curiously: "Is the Master Shen Hanyi who suppressed the Lindu Sword Dynasty a monster from this generation?"
Ling Yue'er shook her head: "No! But he is the newly promoted Human Emperor, and he can know magic before he becomes the Ancient Emperor. He is a descendant monster who is both skilled in magic and martial arts. He is even comparable to the average generation-defining genius, but he is far from the generation-defining monster. It’s still too far!”
A male disciple stood up and cupped his hands and said: "What is the difference between this generation-lasting genius and a generation-lasting monster? It sounds a bit embarrassing."
Ling Yue'er sighed and said: "Those who practice and pass down ordinary magical powers from generation to generation are geniuses, and those who practice ancient supreme and quasi-emperors' inheritance from generation to generation are evildoers. This is how the division is divided. No one can tell.
A month ago, the Qi Liangcai who defeated Shen Hanyi was the genius from the Second Boundary Mountain! "
Eight hundred disciples couldn't help but yearn for it, and a female disciple asked again: "Do we have any hope of cultivating the inheritance of generations?"
Ling Yue'er smiled bitterly: "Who is willing to teach? Do you think she is Ye Miaojin, the proud daughter of Heaven in the Third Realm Mountain? Or the Nine-Tailed Heaven who was accepted as a disciple by a certain palace in the Fifth Realm Mountain Fox girl?”
A male disciple with a handsome face said with determination: "In today's world of great strife, nothing is impossible. Warriors like us will never bow our heads. Sooner or later, one day..."
Before he finished speaking, a trace of fine sand-like blood appeared on the tip of his nose. He subconsciously grabbed a handful and exclaimed in surprise: "It's such a strong evil spirit. What is this?"
"This this……"
Not only him, but the eight hundred disciples around him stood up one after another, stretched out their hands with puzzled faces, and grabbed the floating blood.
Ling Yue'er was also a little surprised, but she was a great sage, higher than the eight hundred disciples. She immediately followed the blood color and looked towards the end. When she looked at it, her face suddenly lost all color, and she stood up tremblingly. Looking blankly towards the east river.
I saw the blood-colored sea of clouds rolling over the rapidly flowing and extremely wide river, and the rich demonic, evil and murderous aura spread like water.
On that river, there were densely packed and boundless ferocious beasts, flying in the sky, running underground, and swimming in the water. They were as small as fists and as big as mountains. They rushed towards her with unparalleled momentum. With just one glance, they killed her. A feeling of turmoil and the world falling apart.
The eight hundred disciples finally discovered it, and all of them turned pale with fear and panicked.
"Bang the drum, beat the drum, notify the sect that the ferocious beast is coming!"
Ling Yue'er shouted loudly.
Without waiting for her instructions, other disciples in a palace above had already sounded the sect's eight profound drums.
"Whoosh whoosh..."
Hundreds of sect masters were ejected into the clouds. Supreme Elder Ma Wumen, sect leader Qi Jingyuan, and the elders were all there, but everyone had a look of shock on their faces, and for a moment they felt like they were falling into the clouds and mist.
"Activate the mountain protection formation! Hurry!"
Immediately, Qi Jingyuan, the leader of Lingshan Sect, roared angrily.
However, it was too late. Seventy-two demon gathering flags suddenly appeared in the evil aura of millions of ferocious beasts outside the mountain that blocked the sky and the sun, fluttering in the wind. For a time, the sun and moon were darkened, and the mountains roared with tsunami.
Eight hundred dragons flew into the clouds, rolling up the river and flooding it!
Another three thousand Xiling giant monsters appeared from all directions, carrying the mountain peaks and smashing them heavily.
The mountain-protecting formation was only halfway open when it collapsed. Hundreds of disciples holding the formation piles vomited blood and flew back.
Then the river spread to the entire sect.
What's even more terrifying is the thousands of mountains that came crashing down. Even if the masters of the sect cast spells to crush them, a few "fish that slipped through the net" still smashed the palace and killed a group of disciples.
"boom!"
A piece of mountain happened to hit the Star Palace Square, creating a deep pit in the middle of the square. Blood splashed like rain, and broken limbs flew around. At least a hundred disciples were killed, including the ambitious one just now. Wan Zhang’s male disciple.
For a moment, silhouettes flew by rapidly, screaming again and again.
"Sister!"
Huan'er exclaimed and flew to Ling Yue'er's side, her face turned pale: "What happened? What happened? Why are there so many ferocious beasts!"
"Vicious beast..."
Ling Yue'er didn't know what happened. Seeing another mountain coming, she quickly pulled Huan'er and flew into the air. She raised her eyes and saw an uncle, and said quickly: "Uncle Wu, what should I do?"
"Deploy the formation, Lingshan Seventy-Two Swords Formation! Kill the ferocious beasts!"
Before Master Wu could answer, Qi Jingyuan, the most senior sect leader, yelled angrily.
"Here..."
Thousands of disciples, like headless flies, hurriedly held swords and flew through the river and rocks, gradually forming a majestic sword array, with a total of seventy-one small arrays and one main array! (End of chapter)
