The autumn wind rises, the autumn leaves fall, and life gathers and disperses.
Every autumn becomes familiar, and every autumn seems to be a long time ago, an unfinished autumn to continue.
Ye Junlin looked at the people in front of him, holding the sword in his hand tightly.
In one breath, the sword sings thousands of miles away.
Lin You looked at him with a little panic. Also as a "sword warrior", Lin You knew that Ye Junlin had already taken murderous intent. If he didn't take any measures, he was afraid that they would all explain here.
Qianmo's left hand was holding a piece of talisman paper. He was thinking about whether to summon his army of "spiritual beasts".
Lin You stretched out his hand and blocked Qianmo's face.
"Use that, we are not his opponent."
Qianmo curled his lips, as if he did not agree with Lin You's words, but it was forced by the situation and he was not allowed to refute. He had to retreat aside silently and look at Lin You.
Lin You took out a scroll from her arms and was very careful, as if the priceless treasure in her hand was a priceless treasure.
The scroll is not big, it is about a little longer than the palm, and it is black all over, like a thousand-year-old black charcoal.
Ye Junlin looked at the scroll and a bad premonition vaguely arose in his heart.
Lin You held the scroll, and there was no arrogant arrogance on his face, but instead became more and more careful.
The dark dark attribute mysterious power was slowly injected into her, and then, a large piece of black fog surged on the small scroll.
Lin You threw the scroll into the sky, and then the people in Qinglin Hall, like frightened rabbits, ran away.
Ye Junlin was slightly surprised and felt that things were not simple.
He ordered the White Wolf King to take Wang Bodang away and stay away from here, and he held the Red Flame Sword in his hand and fought against him in a tough battle.
At the end of the black fog, countless ghosts whine in an instant. There are the voices of the old man, the voices of women, and the voices of children, dense and gloomy, making people shudder.
Ye Junlin pulled out his body, and the red flames rose into the sky on the Red Flame Sword in his hand.
The endless ghost suddenly became dull when he saw the Red Flame Sword. These evil things had a natural sense of fear for things like the Red Flame Sword, which were extremely yang and strong.
However, fear does not mean that they will calm down.
After a little fear, these ghosts, like Greedy Wolf who saw the prey, pounced towards Ye Junlin in an instant.
The gloomy scream made Ye Junlin's scalp numb.
He retreated slightly, his expression slightly changed. Even though he entered the Xuanwang realm, Ye Junlin still felt a sense of fear for this supernatural thing.
When two sides are in war, if one side shows fear, the other side will become more brave.
When countless ghosts saw Ye Junlin retreating, they rushed up like a roaring wave.
Ye Junlin took a deep breath, stood still, and waved his sword like the wind.
No attributes were added, but Ye Junlin's sword contained a hundred times the sword intent. The sword intent was like the wind, the sword intent was like the sea, the thunder and the killing power rushed into the middle of the group of ghosts and immediately tore a big hole.
The ghosts let out a tragic whine, and then a trace of white mist rose in the middle of the black fog, as if some ghosts had been melted.
Ye Junlin succeeded with a blow and his courage became more and more courageous.
The colorful mysterious light lingered on his body, and the fierce sword energy danced like the wind.
"Sword One, Break the Wind."
"Sword 2, kill the soul."
"Sword three, split the mountain."
"Sword Four, split the earth."
The "Sword Technique of the World" came out one after another, and the mountain breeze was like fire, and four dragons of various colors were fluttering.
The ghosts in the black mist started to moan at the moment when they saw the "Tianxia Sword Technique", because they clearly felt a fatal threat.
Four dragons flew through the air, making loud roars, loud and loud, and the shaking mountains began to tremble.
The black fog dissipated one after another after the impact of four dragons.
Countless white ghosts whine and fled everywhere, and the four dragons did not allow them to harvest them everywhere. Soon, the black fog that was originally extremely arrogant evaporated like water vapor.
On the distant mountains, Lin You and others looked at this scene, curled their lips slightly, and said disdainfully: "I thought that the 'thousand-year-old ghost' gave me something good, but I didn't expect that it was so vulnerable."
As soon as Lin You's voice fell, a huge roar suddenly burst out from the black scroll suspended in the air.
The mountains were shaking, and birds and beasts scattered.
Ye Junlin vaguely felt an extremely powerful and extremely domineering aura slowly emanating.
After a while, black mist emerged from the black scroll again.
The black fog gradually became more and more, slowly merged together and slowly condensed.
It was a "monster" with horns on his head and a long tail behind him, and an extremely burly and majestic one.
The 'monster' appeared in the world and immediately yelled several times, as if it was venting its dissatisfaction with being imprisoned for so many years, and as if it was demonstrating to people.
Ye Junlin looked at the "monster" and slowly sweated out from his hands holding the hilt of the sword.
Because he had heard of this 'monster'.
This "monster" is called "Prisoned Niu". It is said that it is the former ruler of the Bixiao Xuanyuan, including all the spiritual beasts, which belong to it.
The prison bull devoured many humans every day, resulting in the number of humans getting smaller and smaller. Later, several rulers united all humans and fought with the prison bull, and finally defeated it.
Since the prisoner cannot be killed, people sealed him into the "Dark Scroll".
Ye Junlin originally thought this was just a myth, but when he saw the true body of the "Prisoned Bull", he realized that the legend of Prisoned Bull was indeed not just a saying.
"Ao—"
The prison bull roared, and the entire ground trembled violently.
The trees began to wither and the earth cracked several extremely wide gaps.
"A rolling dragon wall."
"Two swords shine together."
"The sword energy weighs three pounds."
Ye Junlin turned violently, and the "Three Jin Sword Technique" poured out instantly.
The sword energy touched the body of the prison bull and made a series of "jingle" sounds of metal collision. The majestic sword intent actually did not harm the prison bull monster at all.
Ye Junlin didn't believe in this evil, and the "Sword Technique of the World" was winding out, but it still had no effect.
The prison bull was angry by Ye Junlin's series of attacks. It roared, bent down, and poked Ye Junlin's abdomen with its two horns.
There was a wind blowing under Ye Junlin's feet, and he avoided the attack of the prison bull several times in a row.
The prisoner was relentless and attacked continuously like a storm.
Finally, when Ye Junlin was not careful, the pair of horns as hard as swords stabbed Ye Junlin's abdomen...