The Demon of Loyalty, the ancient beast Lao Ha and the Western Sea Giant Ao sneaked quietly to the edge of the Southern Wilderness. When Lao Ha's lair was reached, Mo Lingxian was no longer here.
It is effortless to track the enemy. The black footprints left by the enemy on the ground are too clear. Not to mention a group of human kings and Gui Xian, even a child can chase the enemy. However, the traces left by Mo Lingxian are too clear.
Being alert, Qin Chui and others did not dare to be careless. They disappeared, restrained their anger, exercised great caution, and slowly and slowly pursued downwards... While they were tracking, they were not far to the south.
Suddenly there was a loud banging sound, and the true cultivation force exploded, disrupting the spiritual energy of the world.
There are fierce people fighting fiercely!
The power that emerged from the battle between the two sides floated over. The little golden toad Qingyun, who was walking with her seniors and was responsible for holding the old clam in her hand, felt nothing at all, but the old demon Qin Chui beside her shuddered violently.
The place where the battle took place was in the same direction as the ink footprints.
After a while, the movement disappeared, and the world returned to tranquility. Qin Chui and others rushed over immediately. When they pursued them into a barbarian village in the shallows of the southern wilderness, their footprints were broken.
Thick black blood stains were scattered at the entrance of the village. Two corpses of Mo Lingxian, one large and one small... could no longer be regarded as corpses. They were simply two piles of mutilated limbs and rotten flesh. It took a lot of effort to just make out some shapes.
Another expert took action and beat the two black immortals into a pulp? This was an unexpected surprise, but he still didn't dare to be careless at all. The few people remained invisible, and Qin Chui spread out his true consciousness and explored the inside of the stronghold.
There was some chaos in the village. A group of barbarians surrounded a Han Chinese scholar-like figure. All the barbarians looked sad. The old scholar's beard was covered with blood, and he closed his eyes and fell to the ground unconscious.
Several barbarians who looked like elders came and went in a hurry. Some were carrying pillows and quilts, and some were holding herbs in their hands, as if they wanted to rescue the 'old scholar'.
Qin Chui, who was able to gain his true knowledge, made a circle around the injured person, then narrowed his eyes and whispered to his companions: "Return to immortality."
Not the Mo Lingxian, but the Guixian.
After checking the area again, there was no trace of the enemy, and Qin Chui and his party appeared.
In broad daylight, several people suddenly jumped out of the air. The barbarians who were already panic-stricken were frightened, but the panic turned into panic. The barbarians who came forward were still very polite. What was especially weird was that,
He followed the ancient ritual of the Han family and bowed and handed over his hands ten feet away: "I don't know that the descendants of the Hetan family are coming to greet you from afar. Don't be surprised. Dear gentlemen..."
Before he could finish his words, the little golden toad Qingyun, who was holding a clam in his hand and walking with several seniors, suddenly smiled and said: "You're welcome, as long as we don't invite us to eat, everything is easy to discuss."
Su Jing, Qiu Ping'an and his wife had been to this village before. The barbarians there were courteous and polite, and they were even more particular about their words than those in the eastern part of the country where the academic style is strongest. They paid attention to those red tapes, and the barbarians were warm and hospitable. When they saw Su Jing, they were
Take him home and invite him to eat his father. According to the barbarians themselves, an old man with a white beard passed here in ancient times and taught everyone etiquette...
Later, the old man with the white beard came back and settled in the village. He was the old scholar.
When the sages returned, the barbarians rejoiced together and lived happily together with the old scholar. They also became more and more particular about etiquette. The only thing that made the barbarians uneasy was that the old scholar always had headaches. When he got in pain, he would sweat like blood and his face would turn pale.
Paper... The barbarians use the four-character idiom very well, although they have never seen what white paper looks like.
If you have a headache, just have a headache. Barbarians don’t know how to cure this disease. The old scholar only has pain and will not die. Everything was fine at first. Unexpectedly, just now, a yellow-faced woman came to the village near the village holding an eyeless baby. The old scholar
It was like a civet cat that saw a weasel and suddenly became furious and jumped out of the stronghold to kill the intruder.
The barbarians couldn't understand the fierce battle that followed. They only knew that the battle was sudden and the explanation was quick. The two "guests" turned into black rotten flesh, and the white-bearded great sage fell back into the stronghold and fell into a coma.
This is what happened.
The old demon Qin Chui knows how to kill but not save people, and the old clam in Nanhuang can eat people but not heal people. Fortunately, there is also Ao Zhu, a profound Buddhist, who steps forward to diagnose the old scholar's pulse. No matter what, as long as he kills Mo
It must be one of our own.
The old scholar was seriously injured, and based on what Ao Zhu found, this person's cultivation level was much higher than his own. He had to wake up immediately. Ao Zhu didn't have the ability, so he could only warm up his energy and wait for him to wake up.
Wake up. At this moment, Qin Chui, Aozhu, and Qingyun raised their eyebrows at the same time. They each reached out and pinched a small golden sword from the air in front of themselves. They came from Lishan and heard from Su Jingjian.
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Daxiu's sermons are very different from those given by teachers in private schools. The content is not mentioned and the process is not mentioned. Only the time is mentioned. A class in a private school lasts for an hour. Daxiu's lectures can take as little as three to five days or as long as more than a month. It is just one lecture.
The precedent of three months was not too uncommon in the past.
When he entered the class, Su Jing made it clear that this class would not be too long, but in order to achieve perfection, it would take four or five days. The world was changing, and people were busy. During the class, whether it was his own disciples or cultivators from other sects,
If you have anything to do, you can get up and leave at any time. After saying this, after a pause, Su Jing said with a smile: "I have been ordered by the master to guard the sect. As long as the monsters don't come to attack the mountain, I have nothing to do. Let me tell you seriously.
'Jie'."
Let's get back to business, Su Jing starts the class.
He was completely unprepared in advance, but he excelled in his eloquence and knowledge. There were three corpses around Su Jing who helped him out and made jokes from time to time. Most of the words spoken by the three dwarf gods were jokes, but they also made this calamity a lot easier.
Time flies, three hours pass, and it is already night in Middle-earth.
Shenhe, Xingfeng and Dachengxue are still halfway. Because they are moving forward in a large group, and there are giant pavilions transporting them, the speed of the previous movement is not fast, at least not as fast as the King of Humans who is rushing forward with all his strength. The movement is not fast enough, but the clouds in the sky are
The journey is getting bigger and bigger: along the way, cultivators from small sects are constantly joining the teams of the two major sects.
Some of them took the initiative to seek refuge and learned of the drastic changes in the world. When they were leaving the mountain, Dacheng School troops were crossing the border. The leader immediately flew up to greet them, hoping that the two heavenly sects could go together and would not reject anyone who came from the mountain;
More Xiu family members couldn't make it, and all that came were spiritual messages... messages calling for help. For most of the day, the two heads of the family, Shen He and Zigui, the elders of Lishan and many gentlemen of Dacheng School, had already lost count.
How many urgent messages have been received from fellow sects asking for help?
Attacked everywhere. Countless sects.
The Mo disciples who attacked the Xiu Sects all over the world all came from the dozen or so sects that had been in seclusion and closed the mountains before. Once those sects were opened, not only did the Xiuzong within them become infected with Mo color, but their cultivation levels also skyrocketed.
The little Xiu Tong who turned around easily killed Yuanshen Da Xiu when he came out of the border.
Perhaps the leader of the Black Giant Spirit felt that it was enough to bewitch both Buddhist and Taoist sects, and more than a dozen cultivation disciples were enough; or perhaps there was a limit to the Black Infestation, and their strength when they came to the Middle Earth was not enough to conquer the entire cultivation world, so
For the rest of the sects, don’t be jealous or immoral. If you don’t want to be persuaded, let alone surrender. Just kill them!
Many sects are in emergency, many sects ask for help; many sects are destroyed, and many sects are still struggling to persist. Shenhe cannot save everyone, and the accompanying Fourteen Star Peaks frequently attack, but they can only rescue the practicing sects nearby. The world is so big, The sinking river is beyond the reach of the whip.
Chen He sat upright on the cloud head, silently reciting the mantra... half a stick of incense and chanting the mantra. He woke up from sedation and looked at Mr. Zigui next to him, who nodded: "Sir, please."
Breathing out, he stood up, put his palms together, formed a seal, and then rubbed his hands together. A green light burst out from Chen He's palm, and a thousand and one swords rushed straight into the sky with cold light. When they reached the sky, the swords scattered in all directions, and long swords flew. Go to all directions. Travel through the entire Middle Earth!
The sword carries the spiritual message.
From the moment Chen He casts the spell, wherever the Xun Sword passes, even a little demon who has just awakened his spiritual wisdom, or a child who has just entered the Heavenly Realm, as long as he is a practitioner, he can hear Chen He's words in his ears. sound:
Evil dominates the world, evil ink bullies the sky, and everything in China is in trouble. The imperial court has been destroyed, the Heavenly Sect has been destroyed, and a great catastrophe has come to the world.
Zhutian Sect, the Southern Wilderness, the Far North, and all the important places in the West Sea were violently attacked...However, Dachengxue defeated Mo for three thousand miles, and killed three thousand of Mo's people from the mountain. There was a great victory at Tiandou Mountain in the Southern Wilderness, and all the Mo disciples in the Ice Plains of the Far North were lost. , the Battle of the West Sea was a complete victory.
The evil spirits want to destroy our Middle-earth world, but little do we know that the beautiful world is protected by beautiful people.
If you hurt my comrades, you will hurt my limbs. If you hurt my homeland, you will hurt my heart. This hatred is irreconcilable.
All the people in the world have learned from each other, and the evil spirits who have been killed have listened. Return to Zigui to hold the scroll, sink the river to worship the sword, and swear an oath to heaven together. Within ten days, the soldiers will leave the mountain, kill your body, and cut off your dirty soul consciousness.
Chen He warned his colleagues from all directions that from today onwards, the gates of the Lishan Sword Sect will be opened wide. No matter what is good or evil, no question about the sect, no question about grudges, as long as you are willing to drink a cup of wine brewed with black ink blood, you will be the honored guest of Lishan.
...
At the critical moment, Lishan's door is open, and all Chinese cultivators can go to Lishan to take refuge. However, just saying "escape" would hurt morale, so Shen He changed the wording. However, no matter how the wording was changed, within ten days The soldiers came out of Lishan, and the chants of revenge were like real gold falling on bluestone, and they were loud and clear! Mr. Zigui promised a thousand gold, and Master Shenhe ordered Wu Gai. During the disaster, between life and death, the flags raised by Lishan and Dacheng University were: Fight back!
Jian Xun flies around in all directions, ordinary cultivators can hear it, and Mo Se disciples can also hear it... It's just that they have to hear it.
This is the responsibility of Tianzong and the backbone of Tianzong.
There are also reports in the sword news that there are indeed heavy casualties in Middle-earth, but there are also wonderful victories in the southeast, northwest, and the beautiful world has its own beautiful people to guard... There are victories and counterattacks. How can we not make people's hearts beat? Sword When the news of the sacrifice came out, clouds moved in all directions, and Xiu Zong, who had not been attacked, rushed to Lishan in all likelihood.
If you can drink a bowl of wine brewed with ink blood, your practice in this life will be worthwhile.
After Shen He was summoned, Mr. Zigui asked: "How are Lishan now?"
"Everything is normal, my junior uncle has started classes, and he is talking about the 'Way of Tribulation' in a brilliant way." Shen He responded with a smile.
A few smile lines appeared on Mr. Zigui's face: "It's a pity that I couldn't hear the preaching of an expert with my own ears."
It sounded like they were just polite words, but Shen He's scheming actually accepted the words. He nodded in agreement: "Yes, this class, taught properly by Junior Master, is excellent."
When the two leaders were talking, the midnight hour had not yet arrived, and the midnight hour was getting thicker.
It was so dark that it looked so dark and chaotic. It was not because of any tricks used by the Mo believers, but because the moon was far away from the mountains and there was no moon in the middle of the earth. Without the moon at night, no matter how bright the stars were, it was of no use.
It must be chaotic.
In the west, Mitiantai, a large temple stretching for hundreds of miles is located in the chaotic night. In the past, no matter day or night, the ancient temple remained solemn and sacred. A glance from a distance can make people feel peaceful, but tonight the ancient temple is so majestic
It has been changed, like a ferocious beast, lurking in the darkness.
There was silence in Mitian Terrace.
Suddenly, a burst of mournful crying came from the south.
The sound of crying quickly approached the Midian Terrace. A big man burst into tears and ran towards the Midian Terrace.
I cried heartbreakingly and ran as fast as lightning.
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I'm sick and feel very uncomfortable. This is the only chapter left today. I bow and apologize.