Pretending To Be a Holy Place, I Was Signed For a Thousand Years

   Chapter 140 Daoist Qing Hui, may you wish to use your sword!

   Xiaohanshan Temple, Bodhi Cliff.

   Zhang Ming's eyes narrowed, and he said solemnly, "Zhou Yimo...isn't he from the Scarlet Fire Demon Sect?"

  Others are also a little confused.

   "Isn't this guy the elder of the Scarlet Fire Demon Sect? Why is he killing the people he brought?"

   "Stupid, don't you understand now? He brought the people from Snake Hall and Turtle Hall. I'm afraid he didn't intend to let them go back alive!"

   "I understand... The Scarlet Fire Demon Sect and Qiongyu Sword Sect both lose, which is his goal!"

  “…”

   They quickly understood the situation and couldn't help but sigh that this guy named Zhou Yimo has such a deep scheming!

   However, the other party never imagined that even if he killed everyone, he would not be able to hide it.

   How would Zhou Yimo know that what he did was just regarded by Xuanci as the content of a gambling fight.

   But no matter what, the desperate situation faced by Zhan Hong and Qiongyu Sword Sect is real. They were seriously injured or weak, and could not compete with Zhou Yimo in the Yang God realm.

  Xuanci had a smile on his face: "Daoist Qing Hui, you can see the cause and effect now?"

   "If it wasn't for you to provoke the Scarlet Fire Demon Sect and go to the Fishing Boat Song Festival, they could have resisted Zhou Yimo's siege. The so-called evil cause brings evil results, and it is not at all possible to help others. This is the cause and effect of what the old man said and cultivated!"

   He finally saw the hope of winning this debate.

   This unknown Zhou Yimo was influenced by his own causal power and exposed his strength. Now on Mount Qiongyu, who else can reverse this battle?

   However, in his eyes, the Daoist Qing Hui who was sitting in meditation just looked over calmly and said indifferently: "Master Abbot, maybe there is a cause, and then there is an effect."

"But this effect... may not be entirely caused by the cause! As long as there is no result for a moment, the affairs of this world are uncertain, and anyone may be a dark horse. Because you can never know what God has arranged for you in the dark. "

   Xuanci frowned slightly.

   He felt a little uneasy in his heart.

  Like the previous three gambling fights, it was clear that it had the upper hand at the beginning and the middle, but at the end, accidents happened frequently and the ending was reversed.

   The cause and effect of this Qing Hui Taoist... Could it be poisonous?

   And to make matters worse, the Buddhist altar in his body has been cracked, and this is the last round of gambling he can take out.

  Thinking of this, Xuanci closed his eyes.

   Even if he runs out of his lifespan, he will interfere with this cause and effect and set a chance for victory!

  …

   Qiongyu Mountain, Zhuxian Sword Terrace.

   Although Zhanhong was weak, he stepped out resolutely and faced Zhou Yimo in mid-air.

   "Where did you come from, and you want to hit Qiongyu Sword Sect and Scarlet Fire Demon Sect at the same time?"

   At the moment when the opponent slaughtered the disciples of Snake Hall and Turtle Hall, he also wanted to understand the reason.

   Zhou Yimo has been lurking for many years this week, and he is not really for the Red Fire Demon Sect at all, but has other plans.

  Cheng Xiaocheng thought of the fallen Luo Yu Demon Lord last time, and couldn't help asking: "Zhou Yimo! Since that's the case, the last time Luo Yu Demon Lord attacked my Qiongyu Sword Sect, was it because of you that it was you?"

   Zhou Yimo laughed and said: "You two are really smart people, yes, all the plans about Qiongyu Sword Sect are from this seat! Now you are dead enough to understand!"

   "Damn it! No wonder you're going to be an elder!"

Cheng Xiaocheng's brows trembled with anger, and he shouted, "Although Demon Lord Luo Yu was accidentally beheaded by Elder Qing Hui, but now that I think about it, it has gone with your heart! Your mind is so deep, who are you...?! "

  As of now, everything makes sense.

   It’s just that Cheng Xiaocheng doesn’t know yet.

  The Tiger Hall of the Scarlet Fire Demon Sect was also secretly sent by Zhou Yimo to Lingshu Temple, and was killed halfway.

   And the Sect Master of the Red Fire Demon Sect, Shangguan Yu...

   Hehe, not to mention it.

   Zhou Yimo smiled and said: "You don't need to know who this seat is. Well, this seat's patience is limited, everything ends here, you... all die for me!"

   said, he stretched out his hand.

  The clouds in the sky are boiling, with black rays of light, falling like a stream of fire.

   This is exactly the trick that slaughtered the disciples of Snake Hall and Turtle Hall just now!

   "Disciples, Mitsurugi fights to the death!"

  Cheng Xiaocheng threw the cane out with all his might, and made it go straight to the black cloud and rain in the sky.

   However, before she started, she felt a pain in her chest, and blood spilled out of the corner of her mouth uncontrollably.

   All the disciples were determined to die, and they ordered the flying swords, like ten thousand swords, to shoot at the falling rain of light.

  Unfortunately, they are too weak.

   I saw a flying sword with a handle, in mid-air, it was hit by a rain of black light, and it was quickly broken into two pieces.

  The flying sword collapsed and fell into pieces.

  Cheng Xiaocheng's crutch magic weapon was only halfway through the flight, and it was blasted into the ground.

  The black light, like a cloud, covered the entire sky and pressed down on everyone's heads.

"Elder Cheng, today I first learned the way of swordsmanship, and I didn't expect to encounter such a crisis. It seems that there is indeed a certain number in the dark." Zhan Hong sighed and said, "Forget it, just look at my last sword, Can you smash this will?"

  Cheng Xiaocheng was startled, looked up at the sloppy young man standing quietly in front of him, you...have a sword?

   A group of disciples also looked desperately.

   At this moment, they have reached a real desperate situation.

   But, Senior Brother Zhanhong... can you still save them?

   provokes changes in the world and gathers vitality like rain. This is a terrifying blow from the Yangshen Realm!

   Zhou Yimo stood above the clouds and said with a cheerful smile: "Hahaha! Qiongyu Sword Sect... one of the three sects and seventeen sects, from today onwards, it will be officially delisted!"

   Black clouds and rain pressed down to the front.

  Zhan Hong suddenly looked at the Zhuxian Sword Stage, which was the only place that was shrouded in darkness at the moment and was still lit.

   Four sword-meaning phantoms stand between heaven and earth.

"It is neither copper nor iron nor steel. It was once hidden under Mount Sumeru. You don't need to reverse yin and yang to refine it. How can water and fire quench the edge? Blood stained clothes."

   This is a verse mentioned by Bai Shatang after he came to Qiongyu Sword Sect.

   She said that this was the sentence that Elder Qing Hui sang when he was setting down the Zhuxianjiantai that day.

And before he left, he had heard Daoist Hui say clearly: "Zhanhong, Pindao appreciates your determination. Since you insist on doing this, go back to Qiongyu Sword Sect tomorrow, there... there is this world. The most powerful four swords."

   He didn't understand before.

   Now, after five days of comprehension in Zhuxianjiantai, he vaguely understood the true meaning of it.

  This sword...the strongest in the world!

  In this case...

   He stretched out his hand and shouted at a sword-meaning phantom standing in the east: "Daoist Qing Hui, please use the sword!"

   Everyone looked at him at once.

   What is Senior Brother Zhanhong talking about? Qing Hui Dao Chang is obviously not on the mountain, how could he hear it?

   And the people on the Bodhi Cliff instantly set their eyes on the blue-robed Taoist who was sitting quietly.

   In such a desperate situation of life and death, the other party... is actually borrowing a sword?

   Is this a joke?

  Xuan Ji laughed and said: "Qing Hui, you are a spiritual person, your head doesn't seem to be very bright!"

  Others also talked about it, is this guy named Zhanhong stupid?

   However, only Abbot Xuanci suddenly raised his head and looked at the indifferent Taoist opposite.

   "Qing Hui, you... Could it be that you can borrow a sword across thousands of miles?"

   Countless people in Qiongyu Mountain and Xiaohanshan Temple, he was the only one who took this sentence seriously.

   Xuanji immediately asked suspiciously, "Senior brother..."

   However, before he could finish speaking, he heard the Taoist across from him say calmly, "Yes, I'll lend you to Zhuxian."

  This... This Qing Hui Daoist is actually agreeing?

   Everyone was stunned when they heard the words, and they quickly turned their heads and looked into the mirrored scene.

   I saw that there was nothing on the Zhuxian Sword Stage, and it was only a phantom of the sword intent, which was only regarded as a ray of light. At this time, it vibrated violently.

   Immediately, a sword shadow from the east rushed out.

  Zhan Hongfuzhi stretched out his hand and grasped it in his heart, and a long sword with a simple and simple style appeared in his palm.

  This sword is not a real thing, but a condensed sword intent, with only one blow.

   But this blow... is enough!

   He clenched his sword and slashed towards the thick darkness above.

  Cheng Xiaocheng and all the surviving disciples stared at the seemingly ordinary ancient sword.

   There was no murderous intent on this sword.

   But only Zhanhong, who held it, knew inexplicably that this was the number one killing sword in the world!

   Zhuxianli, slaughtered immortals, and trapped immortals with red lights everywhere. Jue Immortal changes infinitely wonderfully, and the blood of Daluo Immortal dyes her clothes.

   This poem has already revealed everything, even if this is just an illusory sword transformed by sword intent, how can it be that Zhou Yimo, who is only in the Yangshen realm, can compete?

   Therefore, at the moment when this sword was cut, everyone saw a scene that they would never forget in their lifetime.

   The entire sky was split in half by this sword.

   Layers of black clouds and rain rolled back at this moment, and a terrifying crack appeared in the sky and the earth.

   And in the center of the crack, stood Zhou Yimo with an unbelievable face.

   He opened his mouth wide, as if to say something, but froze for a moment, saying nothing.

   rumbling—

   There is a space storm violently moving in the crack, but it seems to be restrained by an invisible sword, unable to penetrate this world at all.

   Everyone froze.

   "This is... splitting the world we live in?"

   "Old legends say that those with extreme cultivation can rise to immortality. Will this black crack become an immortal world?"

   "Impossible, how is this possible!"

   "Is this the power of Senior Brother Zhanhong? No, it's not Senior Brother Zhanhong, it's the Sword of Immortal Executioner! This is the power of the Sword of Immortal Executioner set up by Daoist Qing Hui!"

   "Terror, terror beyond the world's cognition!"

  “…”

  The disciples of Qiongyu Sword Sect recovered after being sluggish, and discussed each and everyone in disbelief.

   However, no matter how unbelievable, the facts are in front of us.

  Cheng Xiaocheng's eyes were stunned, and he suddenly turned to look at Zhou Yimo who was stagnant in the air.

   She suddenly understood.

   It's not that Zhou Yimo doesn't want to move or speak, but his body has been chopped into nothingness, and only the last scene of his life remains in place.

   "I'm afraid... even the founder of my Qiongyu Sword Sect couldn't cut such a terrifying sword..."

  Cheng Xiaocheng looked at the young man standing still in front of him, and felt extremely shocked.

   However, at this moment, Zhan Hong turned his head slowly, looked at the phantom position of the sword intent in the east, and Zuo Yi said, "Thank you Qinghui Daoist for borrowing the sword!"

  It was only then that everyone reacted. It wasn't that Zhan Hong was too strong, but... Daoist Qing Hui was too incredible!

   Who would have thought that even if Daoist Qing Hui was not in Qiongyu Mountain, he would be able to lend a sword that could shatter the world!

   Zhou Yimo, who was stagnant in the air, cracked inch by inch the moment Zhan Hong turned around.

   Like a bubble, it blows away in the wind.

   "We...saved!"

   "Zhou Yimo... Zhou Yimo is dead!"

   "The Qiongyu Sword Sect did not destroy the sect, but the Scarlet Fire Demon Sect was defeated. It's great, it's really great!"

   A disciple wept with joy.

   They suddenly surrounded Zhanhong, threw him high in the sky, caught him again, and cheered.

  …

   However, on the Bodhi Cliff of Xiaohanshan Temple, the atmosphere was extremely solemn.

Abbot    Xuanci couldn't help standing up, looked at Zhang Ming with a look of fear, his palms trembled a little, and said, "This is impossible! There is no way to ascend in this world, how can you break the shackles of heaven and earth!?"

   His words made Zhang Ming stunned.

What does    mean, can't this world fly up?

   What happened to the reincarnated or broken immortals like Li Changshou and Guo Xiang? The immortal world was shattered?

   He couldn't help but ask doubtfully, "Master Abbot, dare to ask why there is no way to ascend in this world?"

   Xuanci's eyes narrowed.

   "It's no secret. Although my Xiaohanshan Temple is not the top sect in the world, I have also heard that no one has ascended to the heavens in the past three hundred years, regardless of the three schools or the cultivation forces outside the Great Jin Dynasty."

   He hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "As for the reason, the old man's cultivation base is low and cannot be known."

   Zhang Ming narrowed his eyes.

  Ascension?

   What realm do you have to reach to soar?

  Why can't they soar?

  If you can't soar, where have the most powerful people in this world been for the past three hundred years?

   The world is free and slumbering...

   Or the reincarnation of Bingjie?

   At this moment, although he surpassed Xuanci in the debate of the law, more doubts arose in his heart.

   Even, why did you come to this world, what is the origin of the system, and what mission or purpose does it have?

  Everything becomes an unexplainable mystery.

   "Don't worry, all the secrets in this world are destined to be revealed as I move forward."

   Zhang Ming thought to himself.

   Then, he raised his eyes to look at Xuanci and asked, "Master Abbot, in this debate of cause and effect, the poor road has won four battles in four battles, do you have anything else to say?"

   Following his question, the waterfall scene outside the cliff shook suddenly, shattering into pieces of dust and falling.

   Xuanci, who was standing under the Bodhi tree, also trembled and spat out a mouthful of blood.

   Everyone couldn't help exclaiming: "Abbot Xuanci!" "Brother Abbot!"

   Xuanci shook his head with a lonely look.

   He folded his hands and said, "The cause and effect here begins with oneself and ends with oneself. Daoist Master Qing Hui, it is the old man who has lost, it is your burden, and the cause and effect of suppressing me!"

   After he finished speaking, the breath on his body fell one by one.

  In the corner where no one can see, the Buddhist altar full of cracks collapsed at this moment.

  If the path of cause and effect fails, the path of practice is cut off.

  The day when the Dao collapsed, the time when life fell.

   Xuanci slumped down on the futon, wrinkles grew rapidly, and his body became extremely old.

  Xuan Ji, Xuan Yin, Xuan Nian and others showed grief in their eyes.

   A supreme powerhouse at the peak of the Yangshen Realm actually lost.

   is not lost in a head-to-head confrontation, but in his own Taoism struggle, and his obsession is wiped out.

  How sad this is!

  In an instant, Abbot Xuanci no longer had any traces of cultivation. At this moment, his face was pale, like a twilight old man, breathing hard.

   "Qing Hui Daoist, there is still one thing I don't understand, the sword platform of Qiongyu Mountain is what you set up?"

   He didn't even understand it yet.

  Why can the sword platform be lent thousands of miles away, and why can it break the shackles of this world.

  Qing Hui, do you really understand...

what does that mean?

  The strongest people between heaven and earth have been trapped on the road of ascension for three hundred years. If they knew that someone in this world could cut the shackles of heaven and earth, they would definitely come to you and try to ascend to immortality.

   This is a major event that will change the pattern of the world, and it is also a trouble that cannot be shaken off!

   Zhang Ming didn't realize what happened.

   He just nodded slightly and said, "That's right, this Zhuxianjiantai was indeed created by the poor Taoist."

   "However, this sword is not a real sword, it's just a sword intent left by my ancestor Lingshuguan. If it wasn't left by the predecessors, how could it be called the word 'bearing'!"

  PS: 4400 words to send

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