The towering Qingyun Mountain is no longer as calm as before. There are constant changes in the sky that should have been clear. First, the burning clouds that only appear at dusk on weekdays. At this moment, it is in this afternoon during the day. It is afraid that it is no more than ten thousand feet tall, hanging above the sky curtain, reflecting most of the sky red. Under this spectacular cloud, countless bright and colorful lights are crisscrossing in the sky, dominating the sky, and at the same time there is a faint sound of thunder, rumbling from afar from the sky, making people feel excited, just like the blood in their bodies is about to burn.

In today's world, the four major factions in the Demon Sect are headed together, namely the Hehuan Sect, Wandu Sect, Changshengtang, and Ghost King Sect. Among them, the Hehuan Sect, Wandu Sect and Changshengtang are all giant sects with a long history. Only the Ghost King Sect rose two hundred years ago and stood side by side with the other three factions in just a hundred years.

At this time, the army of demon cultivators, led by the four major sects, appeared unexpectedly at the foot of Qingyun Mountain, coming in a fierce manner, with the intention of destroying the most prominent Taoist sect in one fell swoop.

Qingyun was caught off guard and retreated step by step for a moment. It was not until he retreated to the mountainside of Changmen Tongtian Peak in Qingyunmen, where he relied on the advantage of the terrain to barely block the army of the Demon Sect.

But most of the Qingyun disciples enjoy the great reputation of the Qingyun Sect. There are few people fighting. After a battle, they actually lost their troops and generals. If it weren't for those elders who had been fighting for a long time to stop the old demons who had not been born in the Demon Sect for more than a hundred years, they would have lost more.

Even so, the Qingyun Sect defense line is also low in morale.

In the hall of Tongtian Peak, the atmosphere was extremely calm. The first seat of the seven veins did not say a word. The first seat of Fenghui Longshou Second Peak was even covered with blood on its chest and before there was time to change it, he rushed to Tongtian Peak to discuss matters.

Tian Chengzi's face was even more grim. Among the three sects of righteousness, among the three sects of righteousness, it can be said that the difference between Tianyin Temple and Qingyun Sect is the same. However, the Fenxiang Valley is far behind the two sects, but it still surpasses the other small sects called the righteousness-carrying forces that everyone admires. It is because the Fenxiang Valley is located in the west of the Central Plains and is far clearer about the movements of the Demon Sect forces in the northwest than the other two sects. Because of this, it was valued by the righteousness of the world.

But today, there was no news from the Qingyun Calamity Valley, which caused Qingyun Gate to fall into a critical situation of life and death.

Tian Chengzi sighed exhaustedly, forced himself to cheer up, and said loudly: "The two sects of Tianyin and Burning Incense have already heard. You can come to help in just two days. Please let go of your heart, comfort your disciples, and guard the foundation of my Qingyun Sect."

Everyone also knew that this was a critical moment of life and death, so they could not be ignored, so they stood up one after another, and their solemn expressions should be.

After shutting down everyone, Tian Chengzi came to the Houshan Zushi Hall alone, picked up the broom in his hand to clean the dust on the stone slabs. The breeze rolled up, and his clothes were printed on his thin body. It was only then that he was also an old man in his 300s.

When Wan Jian came to see this scene, he saw this scene. Somehow, he felt a little sad and sad.

When Tian Chengzi saw Wan Jianyi, he sighed in his heart, called him forward, and said, "How long has it been since you entered my school?"

Wan Jian lowered his head and thought silently, and said, "It's been nearly 150 years since today."

Tian Chengzi nodded, but did not respond. He just walked to the Ancestor Hall with Wan Jian, silently observing the tablets of the Qingyun Sect ancestors.

Wan Jianyi was still recalling the fierce battle in the daytime, but for a moment, he was actually distracted.

Just as he entered the gods, he heard Tian Chengzi say, "After I die, I will put me in the most inconspicuous corner of this ancestor's hall, and don't arrange for anyone to offer incense to me."

Wan Jian was shocked and looked up at Tian Chengzi's expressionless face, but saw Tian Chengzi falling on him, with a hint of pity and guilt in his expression.

Except for Daoxuan who was later told about this, no one knew what Tian Chengzi and Wan Jianyi said. After that day, Daoxuan almost no longer appeared on the front battlefield where the Dao Demons fought, but Wan Jianyi was alone and was invincible, carrying the banner of the leading figure of the Qingyun disciple's disciples.

But how can one person change the situation on the field with his own strength? By noon the next day, the mountainside of Tongtian Peak had become a barren land.

There were already more than a dozen white-haired and secluded elders who had not seen each other for a long time. This can be said to be the last high-end combat power of Qingyun Sect.

But Zheng Tong heard a shrill roar: "Uncle Master!"

In front of the disciples of Dazhu Peak, a monk who was as simple as a farmer, faced the two elderly demons from the Demon Cult's Longevity Hall that were coming to his face, and had no combat power.

I saw him gently brushing the long sword in his hand, his face seemed reluctant, but he shouted sternly. The flying sword emitting earth-yellow light became as dazzling as the golden sun. He jumped, and the man and sword were united, and then rushed towards the people.

For a moment, only he and his sword remained in the field, as if burning in the fire.

After the light disappeared, the two old demons had already died, but Zheng Tong, the closest uncle, died suddenly.

It seemed as if the field was quiet, and many elders of Qingyun Sect shouted loudly, raised Yu Yong, used the method of burning both jade and stones, and rushed towards the enemy formation.

Originally, the first seat of the seven veins was burdened and could not take risks easily. They had to watch these uncles and brothers who were close to each other and moved forward with no intention of cherishing their lives.

But Zheng Tong was a real person with cold outside and hot inside. However, he saw that his eyes were filled with sadness, and his hidden blood seemed to have been ignited. He held a black-section bamboo whip in his hand, regardless of it, broke through the formation of the Demon Sect and went upstream.

The black-joint bamboo whip flashed in his hand, and no one could take it. In a moment, he broke a gap.

Not to mention the people in the Demon Sect, even the people in the Qingyun Sect were surprised. Zheng Tong had no reputation in the past, but today he was so brave. The Dharma Sect was powerful and powerful. With one blow, there was no one blocking the way.

Some disciples with extra strength were even more energetic and followed the gap to attack the disciples with weak cultivation behind the Demon Sect, and forced the Demon Sect to retreat.

But after all, Qingyun Sect is a sect with the power to resist the entire Demon Sect. After a wave of attacks, the four Demon Sects suffered heavy casualties, but the final essence of Qingyun Sect was almost exhausted.

Zheng Tong was even more solo, trapped in the battle and had no room for return.

As we see, the sky is about to collapse.

At this critical moment, the seven Qingyun veins seemed to have a cry of sorrow. The sound of wind and killing in the mountains seemed to have stopped. The flying swords in the hands of all the monks seemed to have met some supreme. They bowed to the back mountain behind Qingyunmen and trembled in the master's hand. A brilliant light soared into the sky.

The Qingyun Gate Mountain Spirit Beast Water Qilin even gave up the enemy in front of him and flew into the sky with a loud roar.

I saw a figure flashing from the light. Standing on the head of the water Qilin, after a while, from afar, looking at the direction, there were six brilliant and strange lights flying from unknown places on the other six peaks of Qingyun Mountain. They were divided into six colors: yellow, green, red, green, orange, and blue, and they were shrouded together. The last seven strange lights gathered in Tianchengzi's hands until now, and the ancient sword Zhuxian was already dazzling.

Qingyun's first magic weapon, the Zhuxian Sword is unsheathed.

A huge colorful Qi sword appeared in the sky, with dense monochrome small swords beside him. Since that time, Tian Chengzi shot towards the people in the Demon Sect below.

Ten thousand swords flew together, and even the elders with high cultivation level of the Demon Sect, once they received this sword, they were also seriously injured. For a moment, the Demon Sect army retreated like a stray dog.

The power of the Zhuxian Sword is shocking.
Chapter completed!