Hujiacun.
Under the early morning sunshine, the village is full of vitality, with the sound of chickens crowing, dogs barking and being beaten one after another.
The middle-aged scribe took the lead, followed by the white-faced scholar, walking together on the dusty village road. Their steps were steady and powerful, as if they were stepping on heavy years.
The middle-aged scribe is tall and tall, with wrinkles on his face, like a landscape painting, showing his vicissitudes of life. His eyes were deep and bright, as if they held endless stories. The white-faced scholar is gentle and elegant, with a handsome face and an air of youth. He behaves politely and speaks with grace.
The two walked and talked, discussing the current situation, life, and the future.
These two people are naturally the Ghost King and the first protector of the Cat King Sect: Qinglong. The two talked about it all night, but in the end they still had no clue. Now I want to go to the courtyard in Baguio and ask what Elvis means.
According to common sense, the little ancestor is usually either fishing or fooling around with Baguio. In the past three years, I don’t know what this person and the cat are busy with all day long. Sometimes I don’t see anyone for ten and a half months.
Although he was a father, he naturally felt a sense of awe when faced with Elvis's unparalleled power, which far surpassed his own. Naturally, he did not dare to pay homage to him.
If it weren't for the Maowang Sect's unprecedented opportunity in a century, and that from now on all of them could live openly and openly under the sun, he wouldn't actually want to come.
too much stress!
"Hey!" The two sighed at the same time, and then looked at each other.
But, I have to come!
When the black-hearted old man greatly increased his strength and unified the Holy Sect, he led thousands of demon sect elites to attack the Qingyun Sect and dominate the world. The Ghost King was one of them, even though he was just an unknown soldier shouting from behind.
To this day, every sleepless night, he is often awakened by that terrifying dream.
Before the war started, everyone was full of confidence. After all, there were so many masters, and the black-hearted old man and his wife also mastered two artifacts, the Bloodthirsty Bead and the Albizia Bell, which were comparable to the Nine Heavens Divine Weapons.
Some leaders have even begun to discuss the distribution of the future areas of Zhongzhou.
It was easy after going up the mountain. The strength of the entire four sects of the Holy Religion was definitely far greater than that of the Qingyun Sect. Everyone was chatting and laughing along the way, and some members of the Hehuan Sect were even planning to go to Xiaozhu Peak to discuss important matters of human ethics with two young nuns.
A glass of wine afterwards will make you happy forever.
Then, Tian Chengzi, the head of the Qingyun Sect of that generation, appeared. Holding a long sword that looked like a stone but not a stone, he flew into the air and stood upright in front of the Holy Cult people.
A man with a single sword is as majestic as a prison!
Zhuxian Ancient Sword!
The legendary ancient sword of killing immortals that is unparalleled and indestructible, the supreme immortal weapon used to subjugate demons and subjugate demons in the righteous way, has finally reappeared in the world. A beam of light flowed quietly from the legendary ancient sword like gentle water and reached Chengzi that day.
"God-given sword, slay evil spirits!"
Although everyone in the Holy Sect is a little timid, there are so many masters together, and there is also the old man with a black heart, the best master in the world, and two Nine Heavens Divine Weapons. Such a powerful man, such a magical weapon!
No matter how powerful the Zhuxian Sword Formation is, can Tian Chengzi still be able to kill them all before his strength is exhausted?
No big deal!
Thinking of this, everyone immediately puffed up their chests, put their hearts in their stomachs, and began to scold him. Many people who came from the market were scolding him harshly. In short, it is almost necessary to have various relationships beyond friendship with the eighteen generations of the Qingyun Sect, from old men and women to cats and dogs on the mountain, and the water unicorn.
After all, it is the Holy Sect. All things in the world are harmonious and unique. They are all equal, so there is no choice!
Tian Chengzi's face was as usual and his expression was peaceful. He held the Zhuxian in his hand and raised his sword to point at everyone. He had such a calm expression, like an immortal who cannot be blasphemed.
Then, the majestic purple energy first rose from the mountain behind the Tongtian Peak of Qingyun Mountain. It was as fast as lightning and its momentum was unparalleled. It soared into the sky, like a huge purple pillar standing in the sky, and suddenly appeared in this vast world.
Purple gas steamed, flowed turbulently, rose through the air, and finally landed on the ancient Zhuxian sword that looked like stone but not stone.
The next moment, the Ancient Zhuxian Sword lit up. Even though they were far away, countless human beings could still feel that something was touching the ancient sword high in the sky. Wake up slowly from a long slumber.
On the Zhuxian Ancient Sword, light bloomed, illuminating Tian Chengzi's face.
He was wearing a dark green Taoist robe that was blowing in the wind, making a hunting sound. He held a sword in his right hand, with a solemn expression, and clenched the sword formula in his left hand. His low voice came from the sky and the earth, like a Sanskrit chant or a strange mantra, echoing far and wide.
Suddenly, he waved the sword technique in his left hand and pierced the sky. Almost at the same time, six-colored rays of light rose up from the other six towering peaks of the Qingyun Mountains at the same time, penetrating the sky like a rainbow, breaking through the sky, and streaking across the sky. The long trajectory finally landed on the ancient sword of killing immortals.
In an instant, the Zhuxian ancient sword was swallowed up by the dazzling brilliance, like the rising sun falling into the world, unable to be seen. The brilliant light burst out from the ancient sword, and immediately dispersed the black air that was originally hovering at one end of the sky. trace.
In the strong light, the seven-color light merged into one, rising in the dazzling white light, and turned into a huge seven-color sword in the sky, with brilliant light and flashing rainbow light.
Then, under the continuous injection of spiritual energy from the Seven Meridians Mountain Peak, the huge colored main sword began to gradually grow larger, and in the process of growing larger, it gradually separated into various small monochromatic Qi swords, more and more, densely packed. began to spread across the sky.
Tian Chengzi said coldly: "Under the Zhuxian Sword, demons and evil spirits have never escaped alive. If you are smart, you will surrender and live in isolation in Qingyun Mountain for the rest of your life. I will spare your life."
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Facing the general trend of the world, the people of the Holy Cult were a little timid at first, but after hearing these words, they suddenly relaxed.
To surrender before even fighting? This guy must have some scruples!
In the Holy Religion, there is no such thing as being merciful and forgiving. Since you have offended someone, you will find a way to punish them all over the house, not even a single earthworm can be spared.
So, the advantage is mine!
The black-hearted old man naturally had the same idea. This Immortal Killing Sword Formation is so powerful that most of its power is probably placed under the decoration outside to scare people.
But who is he? Unifying the Holy Religion, the first person in the Holy Religion in three hundred years, with countless blood stains on his hands. It's just a sword formation, and you want him to surrender?
Think he was scared?
happy!
"Don't talk nonsense. You are an old guy who is hundreds of years old and you are still acting like a mother-in-law. If you want to be beaten, you will be beaten. After the beating, I am still waiting to go home for dinner! Rubbish!"
Tian Chengzi smiled coldly, stabbed the sky with a sword in his right hand, and swung it slowly.
As the light on the ancient sword Zhuxian Sword flashed dazzlingly, the sound of thunder began to be heard faintly in the sky. Above the whole sky, there was a rumble and roar, and the powerful Zhuxian Sword Formation rotated together, especially the seven-color main sword which was even more radiant. Sheng, cannot be seen visually.
In the white light, from the ancient sword Zhu Xian, a purple air suddenly rose up into the sky and went straight into the Zhu Xian sword formation. In an instant, purple air swords gathered within a radius of ten feet.
Immediately afterwards, the other six colors of light rose up one by one, flashing dazzlingly, flying into the sky, and instantly formed a seven-star position in the Zhuxian Sword Formation, each of which was a huge single-color sword formation, majestic.
The wind and clouds are roaring, and the wind is hunting.
There was a sudden thunder in the silent place, roaring loudly, like the hearts of thousands of people shaking. The sword light in the sky was flowing, the colorful light was shining, and countless colorful air swords crossed the sky and roared down.
Like the wrath of the sky, it rushes forward, with the purple energy leading the way. It can't be seen at a glance, and its power is astonishing. And behind Zi Zi, every ten feet away, there is a sword energy gathering and flying towards him, roaring and surging, which is beyond the imagination of human beings.
Looking at this almost destructive scene, everyone in the Holy Cult became distraught and their palms became sweaty.
"Block it. With such a momentum, he may make one move at most!" The black-hearted old man has amazing eyesight and can see the reality of this sword formation at a glance.
Unfortunately, fate is bad.
"Boom~"
With one move, the entire holy religion collapsed.
All the members of the holy sect were shattered. From the major sect masters to the disciples, everyone wished their parents had two extra legs and ran away like crazy. In the end, Wan Jianyi and five juniors were allowed to rush into the Holy Church and majestically carve words on the sacred statue of the Holy Mother. No one dared to intercept them.
Why does the current Ghost King want to turn to the right path so much? What he is afraid of is the Immortal Killing Sword Formation. Although the thing has never been moved in history, no one knows whether it can move.
Who is not afraid of death?
"Sect Master, do you think Senior Cat King can block the Immortal Killing Sword Formation? Is it too dangerous for him to take the young lady to visit the ceremony?" Qinglong suddenly worried.
Having watched Baguio grow up, he still cares a little about the little girl, although not much.
The Ghost King glanced at him: "How about you go?"
Qinglong smiled awkwardly: "I think that senior Elvis Presley seems a bit unreliable."
"Nonsense!" The Ghost King immediately shouted loudly: "Ye Ye, brilliant as the wind and the moon, saved my Ghost King Sect from water and fire. He is a very benevolent, generous and benevolent man, how can he be unreliable!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the water in the nearby river suddenly surged. The river, which was originally flowing calmly, created waves one foot high and the water was churning.
Both of them stopped and stared at the swell of the river, lost in thought.
According to usual habits, Le Ye should be fishing at this time, so the water in the river has risen by one foot. Is it because he spread the bait?
The Ghost King raised his head and glanced at Qinglong. The two looked at each other in confusion.
This Le Ye does seem a bit unreliable!
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Leyao courtyard.
Under the big locust tree, a girl in green dress was playing the flute quietly.
The sunlight filtered through the leaves and fell on her face, making her look even more beautiful. The sound of the flute is melodious, as if telling an ancient and mysterious story.
The girl's tender fingers flicked gently on the flute, and each finger was like a flowing string, playing a beautiful melody.
Under the big locust tree, a little bird stopped on the branch, as if attracted by the sound of the girl's flute. It tilted its head, listening to the beautiful music, as if thinking about something.
A breeze blew by, and the leaves swayed with the wind, as if they were playing beautiful music with the girl.
"Pa~"
The little yellow cat appeared, slapped the little bird and flew it into the sky, then leaned back and rubbed the girl's neck, feeling aggrieved.
The sound of the flute stopped.
Baguio smiled and touched the little yellow cat's head: "What's wrong, who dares to bully me, Le Ye, the majestic Cat King Sect?"
Hearing this, the little yellow cat was immediately filled with indignation.
"Wow!"
[According to the rules of the fishing world, I threw so much bait, but those fish didn't sacrifice at least two boys and girls.
presumptuous! After a while, I went to drink up the water in the entire river to see if they dare to tease this great fairy cat like this in the future!
Damn it, this cat is in a bad mood right now. Although it has nothing to do with you, can you apologize to me? 】
Baguio:? ? ?
The girl was a little silent for a moment.
"Miss, miss, it's not good. All the fish in the village's river have floated up. The veterinarian checked and said they were all knocked unconscious by heavy objects."
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Little yellow cat:......
Baguio:......
The Ghost King and Qinglong who just came over:...
Is it outrageous or Le Ye is outrageous!
"Haha, Elvis Presley is indeed a wise man. Even the way he feeds the fish is different. It's bitter first and then sweet. Remembering the bitter and remembering the sweet. Maybe this is the true meaning of life.
Teaching is also carried out in daily life, high, really high! "The Ghost King applauded lightly and praised.
The little yellow cat was furious.
He was obviously fishing, who said he was feeding the fish? slander!
Baguio lightly covered her mouth and quickly suppressed her laughter.
"Haha, Dad, why do you have time to come to my small courtyard today? Recently, more and more pigs have been sold in various places, and the blood pool has been dug deeper and deeper. Have you made great progress in your cultivation?"
Talking about this, the Ghost King became interested.
"Haha, of course, with so much energy and blood to train the body, and the Thousand Pig Soul Banner to increase strength and baptize the spirit. Now the overall strength of our Ghost King Sect has increased by at least 30% compared to more than three years ago.
This is also thanks to senior Elvis Presley sitting behind the scenes and strategizing! "
Speaking of this, the Ghost King felt a little emotional.
The little yellow cat raised its head and looked directly at the sky.
You know what I mean!
"However, Yao'er, a big event happened recently, and my father came here just to discuss it with you.
The Qingyun Sect will hold a Qingyun Ceremony that happens once every sixty years in two years. The head of Daoxuan personally invited our Mao Wang Sect to participate in this grand event, which is equivalent to standing on the right path for us, so we must go.
But who will go? I will discuss it with your Uncle Qinglong, but I am still not sure about the candidate, so I thought of coming over to discuss it with Senior Elvis Presley.
After all, my Elvis sect is the Elvis sect of my predecessors. "
The little yellow cat suddenly became a little embarrassed.
Look, this is called being sensible!
It's better to be a male and be obedient, unlike these beautiful and lovely females who always have to take a bath and wash their feet. Good night. If you are tired, go to bed.
Baguio was startled and carefully looked at the humble expressions of his father and Qinglong. After pondering for a while, he understood.
"Shua~"
A stone sword that was neither stone nor jade appeared in Baguio's hand, and he let out a joyful sword chant.
"Hey, Dad, are you and Uncle Qinglong afraid of this Immortal Killing Sword?"
Ghost King:? ? ?
Qinglong:? ? ?
After a moment of silence, their eyes became brighter and brighter.
The Qingyun Sect, the leader of the righteous path, and the three major sects are powerful in the world. From today on, the Mao Wang Sect is justice!
With the sharp sword in hand, we can punish all directions!
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