Qingyang Mountain is the highest mountain in the eastern part of Central China, and it stands suddenly on the vast land of Qilu. Since the civilization of Central China, emperors of all dynasties have been Fengshan here, and their humanistic status is unparalleled. It is praised as the number one mountain in Central China by countless literati and poets. Because of this, no sect has ever dared to establish a sect in Qingyang Mountain.

When he first arrived at Qingyang Mountain, Tang Cheng sighed. Thinking back to those days, the fake monk Yuanjue claimed that he had traveled between Qingyang Mountain and Jiluozhou overnight to subdue demons and eliminate demons. At that time, Tang Cheng was still envious of the elegance of Monk Yuanjue who came to ride the sword and eliminate demons in the world. But in Tang Cheng's view, it was a very obvious lie.

The distance between Jiluo Prefecture and Qingyang Mountain is not a thousand miles away, but is calculated in units of tens of thousands of miles. In the world of cultivation, more than 99% of monks do not have the ability to travel between the two overnight, so don’t mention a guy like Yuanjue.

The stars are hidden in the blue sky, the stars are hanging in the southwest, and the moon is only a pale corner, which may disappear at any time, and the sky in the east is still pale.

Tangcheng stood on the tall branches, rippling with the wind. In this sparse forest belt, Tangcheng was not the only monk. Among the dozens of miles long forest belt, there were about seventy or eighty people who did not know Tangcheng, among which Zhao Ningshuang, who met when choosing a son-in-law in the Dragon Palace.

This handsome man who seemed to be a woman was not very lucky. When Lou Guandao and Huanzhendao were in conflict, he was terrified by Tang Feifan and almost died at the hands of Li Yi. Although he was rescued by King Zhao and successfully escaped, his life was quite difficult after returning to Huanzhendao.

The disciples of the sect disliked him for losing the face of Huanzhen Dao and kept mocking him. It was not until his master, King Zhao, advanced to the soul and became the elder of the sect, that this phenomenon was completely cut off.

Zhao Ningshuang himself knew shame and then bravely. With his hard work, he finally watered the gorgeous flowers. He formed the Yuan Dan half a year ago and consolidated it before going out for training three months.

King Zhao was worried that his only disciple was safe, so he kept protecting him secretly. I don’t know if he was unlucky, but Zhao Ningshuang’s first attack was the strange monk from the Demon Sect.

Although that guy's magic skills are endless, Zhao Ningshuang has the help of King Zhao, and has difficulty winning with the help of King Zhao.

From the scattered news, Zhao Ningshuang learned that the Demon Sect had an unprecedented gathering in Qingyang Mountain. Zhao Ningshuang, who was determined to grow rapidly in the training, couldn't wait to come. However, this spectacular scene almost scared him to death. It was King Zhao who took action and killed several waves of people who saw Zhao Ningshuang's beauty and came to harass her in groups before she got out.

In addition to the True Dao, there are also monks coming to Louguan Dao, and it is a new Yuanshen monk Sima Chengzhen. Among the remaining monks, Pudu Zen and Pure Land Sect, all came to the Nalanda Temple. These people were spread apart in a sparse forest that cost dozens of miles long, divided into several gangs, with a distance between them and full of vigilance. Of course, they were not wary of each other, but were worried that once a conflict broke out with the Demon Sect, the battle would be unpleasant to affect them.

Among the seventy or eighty monks, not many of them had strong combat power. Tang Cheng just glanced over these people, and he only paid attention to one casual cultivator.

Although this person is a casual cultivator, he is also a soul cultivator. This point alone has to be taken seriously. His outfit is also very distinctive. He is wearing a green robe and a long sheathed sword tied by his waist. The scabbard is simple and desolate. This person's face is as white as jade, with three long beards under his jaw fluttering, his eyes are slightly closed, and he keeps playing with a short red ruler in his hands, and his mind is casual.

From the conversations of the crowd, Tang Cheng knew that this man was named Pengxuan Sanren. He rarely took action and was not famous. He only knew that the short ruler of fire jade in his hand was named Liuzhang Fire Dragon, which was a superb magic weapon with great power. As for the long sword on his waist, it had never been sheathed, so he didn't know how powerful his sword technique was.

It has been half a month since Tang Cheng left Jixiang Mansion. The confessions obtained from Liu Feifei and the four people are also of no value. The only useful thing is that on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, the demons in the world will kneel down to welcome the birth of the new demon lord in Qingyang Mountain.

Although he didn't believe in this absurd news, Tang Cheng couldn't help but come to Qingyang Mountain to check it out. Tang Cheng's original intention was to take a look and then return to Kunlun, because the day when Yao Xian'er formed the elixir was approaching, and he really didn't spend much time.

However, it doesn't matter if this check is not important. Tang Cheng suddenly found that the huge Qingyang Mountain had become a demon nest. The Demon Sect saw that Qingyang Mountain had no characteristics of sects, and gathered here, and its true appearance was extremely huge. It is estimated that there are no less than ten thousand Demon Sect monks coming here one after another.

Fengshantai is the place where the prosperous emperors promote martial arts. It is a thousand feet long and wide, and is extremely wide. It is a five-color altar on the edge of the northern edge. White, blue, black and red gold symbolizes gold, wood, water, fire and earth. During Fengshan, the emperor will climb to the altar and enfeoff the heaven and earth.

At this time, these people were huddled together on the Fengshan platform, which really made people feel numb. Tang Cheng noticed that there were 180 Yuandan monks among them. Although the level was of varying quality, the number was enough to fully exert Kunwu Jianzhai.

Of course, it's just a competition of the number of people. If the two confront each other head-on, within a quarter of an hour, Kunwu Jianzhai can kill these guys and urinate.

Today is the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month. As time goes by, the atmosphere at Fengshantai becomes more and more fanatical. Some people in the forest gradually cannot bear the pressure and quietly retreat. This is a wise move. The monks compete for immortality, or they also need to add Taoist traditions, but they will never be energetic. If they fail, they are the demeanor of a monk. There is nothing shameful about it.

At this time, the morning sun suddenly jumped out of the horizon, and the sunlight pierced the sky and sprinkled the land of Qilu. From the distance from the east, the rocks of Qingyang Mountain reflected the blue light, and the two shone together, as if they were the scorching sun in green. This is the origin of the name of Qingyang Mountain.

The soft sunlight shone directly before the throne of Fengshantai. A figure slowly appeared on the five-color altar. Its color was like ink, and the nearby light seemed to be distorted and swallowed, and he could not see his specific appearance.

"Respect the Demon Lord!"

Ten thousand monks shouted in unison, and their voices rang for a hundred miles, climbing up the dead forest where Tang Cheng and others were, birds neighed and thousands of beasts ran wildly.

Tang Cheng smiled and looked around, but everyone was shocked and their colors changed. Only the three of them looked calm. They were Peng Xuansan, Sima Chengzhen, and Zhao Wang.

In their opinion, although there are many people in the Demon Sect, they are just native chickens and tile dogs and are vulnerable. They will fight when they want to fight, and they will leave when they want to go. It is just a joke to use the human sea tactics to ambush the Yuanshen monks.

The four soul cultivators, including Tang Cheng, were quite disdainful of this. They did not expect that the so-called demon lord would be so stupid to self-destruct his shortcomings.

However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred on the Fengshan Platform. On the square Fengshan Platform, eight purple-red pillars of light suddenly appeared. The pillars of light rose about a foot high and then shattered, turning into thin needles, piercing them in all directions.

The monks of the Demon Sect were kneeling in the place to worship the Demon Lord, but unexpectedly they suddenly changed and caught off guard. They were all attacked. Tang Cheng suddenly changed his expression and said in a stern voice: "The Demon Needle of the Wujian! Tang Feifan!"

Tang Cheng absolutely did not expect that the demon lord who poisoned sentient beings was actually an acquaintance of his family. What does this scene mean in front of him mean? Instinctively, Tang Cheng wanted to stop Tang Feifan, but these monks on the Fengshan Platform were not worthy of pity at all. Every person died was a blessing for the people, so Tang Cheng did not move.

There are many people who have the same idea as Tang Cheng, whether it is Peng Xuansan Ren or Sima Chengzhen, they all watched the massacre happen.

The monks of the Demon Sect on the Fengshan Platform were extremely frightened. Although they didn't know why their demon lord suddenly took action, driven by the desire to survive, light shone brightly, and protective magic weapons were activated one after another.

However, under the puncture of the Wujian Magic Needle, these magical instruments were easily penetrated. The sunset, barriers, golden bells, and jade clothes could not withstand even a breathing time.

After three breaths, more than 10,000 monks were slaughtered Yi Kong. There was no sound on the Fengshan Platform, only the Wujian Demon Needle was ringing happily. Tang Feifan slowly floated down from the five-color altar. At this time, everyone could finally see his true appearance.

Tang Feifan was wearing a purple robe, with a handsome face, and his purple pupils shone with the magical light. When his eyes flashed, there seemed to be a lightning flash.

The broken magic weapons and robes on the Fengshan Platform were piled up like mountains, but there was no flesh or blood. Any monk who was hit by the Wujian Demon Needle would be swallowed up in an instant and turned into a handful of ashes.

Wherever Tang Feifan walked, the immortal demon needle split, as if we were welcoming his own emperor. Suddenly, Tang Feifan cast his eyes into the dry forest, shocking everyone who stayed behind.
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