Shocking.
When the majestic Qingyun Sect, the leader of the Righteous Sect, personally admitted in public that the Zhu Xian Sword was lost, everyone present was shocked.
You know, over the past thousand years, no matter how unfavorable the Qingyun Sect has been in its external operations, how many masters and geniuses have died. But as long as there is the Zhuxian Sword and the Zhuxian Sword Formation, there will be a chance to close the mountain gate and start all over again a hundred years later.
But now that the Zhuxian Sword is lost, does that mean that the Zhuxian Sword Formation is not invincible?
In addition, since the Zhuxian Sword has been stolen, does that mean that if we follow the situation of Qingyun Sect and find a place where evil spirits gather, will there be another undefeated sect that is number one in the world?
"Buzz~"
High in the sky, Zhang Xiaofan was wearing a noble purple Taoist robe and holding a short, nameless stick.
His figure looks tall and majestic against the background of the sky. In the sky behind him, the sun hangs high and shines brightly. It makes people feel a sacred and solemn atmosphere, as if a god has descended to earth.
The unicorn surrendered under his feet, and the white clouds rolled and floated in the sky, as if it were his car, adding a sense of mystery and majesty.
His eyes were firm and deep, and his face was resolute and candid. At this moment, he no longer looked like an ordinary boy, but a great hero who could take on great responsibilities.
As the short stick in the young man's hand moved, the dense and endless colorful sword energy in the sky slowly rotated, and an endless chilling air suddenly filled the air. Everyone in the Mao Wang Zong direction began to have solemn expressions.
I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but the sword seemed to be pointing towards the Cat King Sect.
The Ghost King touched and took out a golden flag from his arms, on which golden light flashed, and there were countless giant pigs running happily. There seemed to be something wrong with the situation. Although the Qingyun Sect could only be a pure shock, he did not dare to gamble even if there was even a slight possibility.
Baguio pouted her lips and frowned slightly. Except for Lele, she didn't like being pointed at with a sword!
"Uh-huh~" A sweet hum, the voice was soft and touching, and it was heart-wrenching. However, the heaven and the earth trembled invisibly, making everyone's hearts sink.
The Zhuxian Sword Formation, which was as powerful as a mountain or a sea, suddenly started to shake, and the sword energy was flying around.
"Shuashuashua~"
Colorful sword energy fell from the sky one after another, and some Qingyun disciples were hit directly without being able to dodge, and fell to the ground seriously injured. Especially Xiao Yicai, who was hiding in the corner wearing a bamboo hat, had more than a dozen sword energy directed at him, even with a twist.
Xiao Yicai:? ? ?
The sword fell like rain, and the heaven and earth were in awe!
Zhang Xiaofan, who was still arrogant just now, shook his body and his face suddenly turned pale. Obviously, with his strength, he simply cannot control this huge sword array, which is comparable to the power of an immortal god.
"Pfft~"
Enveloped in the light of the Ancient Zhuxian Sword, the young man spit out a large mouthful of blood.
But now most of the people in the square are disciples and elders of the Qingyun Sect, and among them are his most beloved master, master's wife, and senior sister. If the sword array were to follow the trend and fall directly, he might only be slightly injured, but The entire Qingyun sect is definitely severely damaged.
No, absolutely not!
"Ah!" With a loud shout, Zhang Xiaofan's arms bulged with veins, he frantically raised his stick and stopped the sword.
Give it to me!
"Everyone, disperse!" Daoxuan also saw something was wrong at this time and quickly began to evacuate the crowd.
The divine monks from Tianyin Temple and Shangguan Ce from Fenxiang Valley emitted golden light and fire, looking directly at the little girl Baguio.
With a soft snort, the Zhuxian Sword Formation shook, and even seemed to collapse. How could there be such a powerful person in this world?
Is this reasonable?
There was thunder in the sky, shaking the sky.
Standing on the water unicorn's head, Zhang Xiaofan's knees went weak, and red blood flowed out from all his orifices, slipping quietly and dripping on the nameless stick.
"Little junior brother!"
Tian Linger was a little nervous and wanted to step forward to save him, but the whole person flew backwards, but Tian Buyi took action and pulled him back directly.
Zhang Xiaofan gasped heavily, as if all the bones in his body were about to shatter. He slowly raised his head, and all he could see was the darkness in the sky!
A golden, solemn light burst out quietly, accompanied by a ray of cyan light.
On the short stick held in the young man's hand, countless tiny blood-like red blood threads suddenly glowed together with the golden stream of light. Under the shadow, blood flowed as if burning life.
The intertwined light of gold and green suddenly bloomed from the stick, illuminating his face. Slowly in front of him, a Buddhist mantra appeared on the transparent bead at the top of the stick.
"swastika"!
Immediately, as if symbiotic with this mantra, a Tai Chi pattern with flashing blue light appeared vaguely on the base of the "卍" character.
Everyone was shocked!
The young man slowly raised his hands, and the endless sword energy finally slowly disappeared and returned to the mountains.
The clouds are clearing and the sky is bright.
Time seemed to have stopped for a moment.
There was a cold wind blowing gently.
There are fallen leaves, falling one after another.
The young man still kept his hand raised, but the light of the stick gradually faded away. Just looking at his face, blood was flowing, with a hint of desolation.
Daoxuan instantly flew into the air and stood in front of him, looking serious and staring quietly. Zhang Xiaofan opened his mouth slightly and looked at him. Suddenly, the place became quiet.
"Brahma Prajna! This is Brahma Prajna!"
Suddenly, in the distance behind, monks from Tianyin Temple came out one after another. All the monks, including Pukong, were shocked and inexplicable. They pointed at Zhang Xiaofan and asked: "How can you practice the true method of Brahma Prajna in our Tianyin Temple?"
Only Fa Xiang stood silently behind the excited crowd, staring at Zhang Xiaofan in front of him without saying a word, as if a light flashed in his eyes.
Zhang Xiaofan slowly walked down from the sky, as if every move he made took all his strength, until he landed on the ground and faced everyone.
Tian Buyi's face was livid, and he stood there motionless, with blue veins popping out in his hand holding the Red Flame Fairy Sword.
All the disciples of the Qingyun Sect looked at this man in astonishment as if they were seeing a monster for the first time. This young man had made the disciples, teachers, and the entire Qingyun proud just now.
Tian Linger's face was extremely pale. He took a few steps forward and suddenly stopped again. The short distance between her and Zhang Xiaofan suddenly became so far and insurmountable!
"Xiao Fan." She said in a low voice, as if she no longer believed it, "Master, is it true?"
Zhang Xiaofan's lips began to tremble, as if the deepest fear was rising from his heart bit by bit. He looked past Tian Linger, at his master, and at all his fellow disciples in the distance.
Everyone's expressions were so strange.
He suddenly wanted to shout loudly, but he opened his mouth wide and couldn't say a word!
The evening breeze blew his clothes and fluttered gently.
After a moment of silence, Daoxuan stood in front of Zhang Xiaofan with a complicated expression. In vain, he thought that he was unparalleled in wisdom and scheming, and even the first senior brother Wan Jian, who had once been the most talented person in the entire sect, eventually fell under his scheme.
In the end, he never expected to be deceived by Lao Qi, the most honest disciple of all time.
What is this, great wisdom and foolishness?
Master Daoxuan seemed to be thinking about his words, and after a long while, he slowly said: "Just now, a Taoist friend from Tianyin Temple identified you as the master of the Zhuxian Sword Formation. The Taoist method used was actually the 'Great Brahma Prajna' that has never been taught by Tianyin Temple. 'True Dharma, is there such a thing?
Zhang Xiaofan said nothing.
Suddenly, the atmosphere in Yuqing Palace seemed to be slightly tense, and everyone stared at Zhang Xiaofan in silence.
There seemed to be something invisible beating gently in the air.
After a long while, Zhang Xiaofan said slowly: "Yes!"
What?
Suddenly, there was an uproar in the hall.
Although they had already expected this answer, after Zhang Xiaofan said it, the monks of Tianyin Temple still looked excited. Only Pu Hong, who was sitting in front, and Fa Xiang, who was standing behind him, had no expression on their faces and remained speechless.
But here at Qingyun Gate, Tian Buyi's face became more and more ugly, and the faces of Tian Linger and others were also extremely pale. In the midst of astonishment, the Ghost King and the little yellow cat looked at each other with expressionless faces, but the corners of their mouths were raised a bit.
happy!
Master Daoxuan frowned and glanced slightly at Divine Monk Puhong of Tianyin Temple. However, the Master slowly closed his eyes and made it clear that he would not speak for the time being.
But as the leader of the righteous path, he naturally wants to give the world an explanation.
Master Daoxuan snorted coldly in his heart, turned to Zhang Xiaofan, raised his hand, and signaled silence to the noisy crowd.
"Where did you learn the true Dharma of Brahma Prajna in you?"
As soon as this statement came out, everyone immediately became nervous. The key to this is that it vaguely affects the private undercurrents of the two major factions of the Righteous Path today. This answer must be earth-shattering!
But Zhang Xiaofan still knelt there silently and didn't say a word for a long time.
Master Daoxuan's pupils shrank and he said coldly: "You still don't tell the truth?"
The world around him was silent, but it seemed to have turned into a huge invisible wall, sandwiching the young man in the middle and squeezing him coldly.
Zhang Xiaofan slowly felt out of breath, but he still didn't speak.
Maybe, even he himself doesn't know what he is insisting on?
In an instant, it seemed as if the eyes and voices of the people around him became so far away, and the scene in front of him seemed to have returned to many years ago. He was facing the old monk who saved his life. The little boy stubbornly and firmly faced him. Said: "I know, I won't tell you until I die!"
Don’t tell me even if you die!
Not even to death... Not even to death... Not even to death...
"explain!"
There was a loud shout that shook everyone around, but it was Tian Buyi who frowned and stood up angrily, startling everyone.
His face was extremely serious, but the worry in his eyes was getting heavier and heavier. What Zhang Xiaofan had already admitted at this moment was a serious violation of the Qingyun Sect and the Taboo of the Righteous Dao. According to common sense, he would probably die.
Tian Buyi was shocked and angry, but he saw that this young disciple didn't seem to know that his life was on the line, especially since people from Tianyin Temple and Fenxiang Valley were here. Even if Qingyun Sect wanted to protect it, there was nothing he could do.
If this continues, Zhang Xiaofan's life will really be in danger!
The most important thing is that this little guy is now the only person in the Qingyun Sect who can control the Immortal Killing Sword Formation. If he is really forced to have no choice, then...
Helpless, Zhang Xiaofan slowly lowered his head and said nothing as if he was possessed by an evil spirit.
For a long time,
Master Daoxuan sighed and said slowly: "Zhang Xiaofan, after you join my Qingyun sect, will we treat you badly in any way?"
Zhang Xiaofan immediately shook his head and said: "Master, no, there is no such thing. My master and my wife are very good to me..."
However, Zhang Xiaofan's face looked extremely painful, and two thoughts kept fighting in his mind, saying: "But, this disciple really has no choice but to suffer, I, I can't..."
"explain!"
Suddenly a loud roar shook the whole place, like thunder, startling everyone. Zhang Xiaofan couldn't help but took a step back and looked at the man, suddenly feeling frightened.
The person who made this roar was not from Qingyun, but Pukong, one of the four great monks of Tianyin Temple.
Pukong is the lowest ranked among the four great monks of Tianyin Temple, but he has the most fierce temper. When he was young, he subdued demons and killed countless demons with the golden bowl of Buddha, a rare Buddhist treasure in his hand.
Later, as he grew older and understood the meaning of Buddhism more deeply, he gradually lived in seclusion in Tianyin Temple.
The Zhuxian Sword Formation lost control just now, and I don’t know why. The Zhuxian Sword Qi that fell on him was the most powerful and the most powerful. At this moment, his monk's robe was stained with blood everywhere, and he looked like a Buddhist monk. He looked like a ghost from hell. No wonder Zhang Xiaofan and others were startled.
This time everyone from Tianyin Temple came to Qingyun Mountain to celebrate happily, but now the supreme true Dharma Brahma Prajna, which Tianyin Temple has never taught to outsiders, has been learned by a young disciple of Qingyun Sect. How can this happen? ?
At this moment, Pukong was looking at Zhang Xiaofan hesitating, feeling angry and unspeakably upset, and couldn't help but use the Buddhist lion's roar.
at this time.
A ferocious monk, covered in blood stains, stared angrily at Zhang Xiaofan, as if he was a man-eating evil spirit!
There was silence in the Yuqing Palace for a moment.
Ah──
Suddenly, a heart-rending scream sounded from the edge of the disciples. It turned out to be one of the survivors of Caomiao Village: Uncle Wang. Back then, he was frightened and went crazy, so he was always taken care of by Lin Jingyu from Longshou Peak.
Today was the day that Zhang Xiaofan was happy to take over as the head of the family, so Lin Jingyu brought him here to let his second uncle witness his nephew's rise and feel happy.
Uncle Wang's face was bloodless, his entire face was pale, and he was shaking all over. He pointed tremblingly at Pukong and screamed: "Ghost! Ghost! Ghost! Ghost..."
The voice was so shrill and shrill that even though it was bright daylight, everyone in the hall felt a chill at the same time.
Even Pukong, who was angry just now, was startled by Uncle Wang at this moment. He was confused and hurriedly defended himself a little unclearly: "What are you talking about? What the hell am I?"
But Uncle Wang seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit, and his whole body was shaking desperately. Lin Jingyu next to him tried his best to comfort him, but it had no effect at all.
I saw him slowly shrinking up. He didn't even dare to look at Pukong again. His eyes were closed tightly. He was obviously extremely frightened. He just kept saying: "Ghost! Ghost! He killed someone - don't kill me." Don't kill me, me, me, ah! Ahhhhhh..."
Suddenly, a haze silently enveloped the place. The bodies of Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu stiffened at the same time, especially Zhang Xiaofan. There seemed to be a faint red light in the depths of his eyes.
The whole family was massacred, and the hatred was irreconcilable!
Being watched by everyone, Pukong was furious and said angrily: "I don't recognize this person at all. What are you looking at?"
Zhang Xiaofan tried his best to control himself, but his heavy breathing already revealed their inner excitement.
"Why did he say it was you?" The young man asked slowly, word by word.
Pukong was furious: "How would I know? He is just a lunatic!"
At this time, a Buddha's name was suddenly heard, and Master Puhong, who was sitting behind Pu Kong, suddenly spoke and whispered: "Amitabha, if you sow evil, you will reap evil consequences.
Sin, sin! "
As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell into silence for an instant, and Pukong's body became like a piece of wood. After a while, he slowly turned around to face Master Puhong and said in a harsh voice: "Senior brother, what did you say?"
Master Puhong seemed to feel guilty. He closed his eyes and lowered his eyebrows, and whispered for a long time: "Dharma."
Fa Xiang, who had been looking ugly and pale since Uncle Wang's sudden illness, shook his body and said: "Disciple is here."
Master Puhong said slowly: "There is no need to hide it, just tell them! Junior brother did something wrong back then, and we must not wrongfully accuse this donor Zhang again today."
There was a loud noise in Zhang Xiaofan's mind, and there was a faint sound whistling, as if it was tugging at his heart.
The Faxiang slowly walked forward, looked at the countless astonished faces, then landed on Lin Jingyu and Zhang Xiaofan in the field, and finally stopped on Zhang Xiaofan.
"Back then, it was indeed our people from Tianyin Temple who killed all the villagers in Caomiao Village at the foot of Qingyun Mountain!"
What! ! ! ? ? ? ?
In an instant, countless voices of horror, shock, disbelief, and anger erupted like explosions in the Yuqing Palace of Qingyun Mountain. Even Taoist masters such as Master Daoxuan and Tian Buyi couldn't help but change color on their faces.
Lin Jingyu even pulled out his master, Cangsong Zhenren, who went crazy and passed away. When he was dying, the dragon-slaying sword he gave him was rippling with blue light, but there was a small gap on the blade.
Zhang Xiaofan's heart suddenly sank so slowly, so deeply, so deeply. Then, there was the familiar cold feeling from a long time ago, and the deep bloody anger enveloped him!
After everyone calmed down completely, Faxiang slowly continued to speak.
"The murderer is my third uncle, Master Puzhi, one of the four great monks."
As soon as this statement came out, there was another sensation, and everyone was completely stunned.
Zhang Xiaofan's body swayed once, then again, and he couldn't feel anything anymore, as if the whole sky had collapsed.
He has been thanking the eminent monk day and night for more than ten years, but now his fellow disciples tell him that the respected and compassionate master is the murderer of his entire family?
This world is so incomprehensible!
Then, in the eyes of those people, am I just a joke?
Pitiful!
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