The Evil Way of the Heavens

  Chapter 432 Qingyun Zhuxian

  The vast land of China is boundless.

  For thousands of years, countless magical legends have been circulating in this land.

  Since ancient times, all mortals have died.

  Of course, everyone in the world loves death and loves life. Under this, there is the saying of immortality.

  It is a dream of the world, and they are struggling to find the way to longevity.

  Today.

  There are countless cultivating schools on the land of China, but only a few are the most famous.

   is divided into three schools of the right way and four schools of the magic way.

  The three schools of righteousness are divided into: "Qingyunmen, Tianyin Temple and Fanxianggu."

  The four demon sects are divided into: "Ghost King Sect, Hehuan Sect, Wandu Sect and Changshengtang."

  (Note: It was the blood refining hall hundreds of years ago, but it is now banned by the Changshengtang.)

  A dispute of love and hatred has formed between each other.

  The story of this article will start with "Qingyun".

   Speaking of Qingyun, I have to say its origin.

  Qingyun is a gate, which was founded by Qingyunzi for more than two thousand years. It was founded by Qingyunzi, the ancestor of Qingye Guangdamen.

  Today.

  Zhangjiao is a real person of Tianchengzi, who is unfathomable in his Taoism, and is highly respected by the world.

  Chinese talents come forth in large numbers, and their peers include Zhenyu, Zheng Tong and other famous righteous giants.

  Among the younger generations of disciples, there are countless talents and talents. Among them, the two direct disciples of Tianchengzi, Daoxuan and Wan Jianyi, are the most outstanding, thinking that they are hard to see in thousands of years.

  Received by all the people in the world, he is called the famous school, the leader of the right way.

  It's a pity.

   Such a majestic fairy mountain, the famous sect, is being besieged by the four demon sects.

  Qingyun Qimai is full of the sound of fighting everywhere, and the air is full of blood.

  The battle was extremely fierce, and all Qingyun members participated in the battle.

  The hymn of blood and tears unfolded.

  But there are exceptions.

  Deep in the mountain behind Tongtian Peak, three-way intersection.

  The left leads to the Qingyun Holy Land Huanyue Dongfu, which is a place where Qingye retreats and enlightens Dao. Traditionally, only the head is allowed to enter. According to legend, the nameless ancient scroll and the Zhuxian sword were obtained here.

   On the right leads to the ancestor's ancestral hall dedicated to the ancestors of Qingyunmen. From Qingyunzi who founded Qingyunmen to Qingye ancestors to the ancestors of the past, all have a spiritual position in this ancestor's ancestral hall, and the incense is endless every day.

  And every important day, Qingyunmen will be under the leadership of the head, here to solemnly worship the ancestors.

  Now, there are two people standing in front of the Patriarch's ancestral hall.

  A person is about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a strong face and a calm temperament, and his eyes will flash with the essence of Taoism from time to time. At first glance, he is a generation of advanced cultivation.

  At this moment, his brows are frowning, and his eyes are looking up at the looming peak in the sky, his expression is a little worried and puzzled.

   And on his left stood an old man in a cyan robes. Huafa was white and his body was a little rickety. Even when he was standing, he kept shaking, as if he might fall down at any time.

  This person looks ordinary, but he is actually powerful in combat and has a profound realm. He is the only surviving elder of Qingyunmen.

  If it weren't for the old man to stand here, how could the young man not participate in the battle of Qingyun?

  Looking up for a long time, the young man slowly retracted his gaze, looked at the old man beside him, and said solemnly: "Old man, if he can beat you, he will definitely make you look good!"

  The old man glanced at him lightly, without any intention to speak, and calmly looked away.

"Ok?"

  The young man looked a little angry, glaring at the old man beside him, and said, "Old man, why didn't you take action to relieve the Qingyun crisis?

  If you don’t want to release it, why do you want to detain me here?

  Do you think I am a person who is greedy for life and fear of death? "

  The old man frowned slightly, and a sneer appeared on his old face: "Haha"

  The young man's eyebrows showed a trace of suffocation, and said angrily: "What are you laughing at? Answer my question!"

  The old man took a deep breath, slowly retracted his gaze, turned his head to look at the boy aside, and whispered: "How long have you been to Qingyun?"

"Ok?"

  The young man looked at him for a moment, and then he pondered for a moment and said: "Since Master Xueye brought me back that year, it has been fifteen years since then."

  The old man did not continue to speak after hearing it, his expression showed a touch of recollection, and the whole body was filled with a breath of vicissitudes.

  The young man did not say anything, but silently looked at the old man in front of him.

  After a while, the old man looked at the young man with muddy eyes, and slowly said: "You should leave Qingyun!"

"Ok?"

  The young man looked at him for a moment, and then he was full of anger, and said, "Why?"

  The old man sighed, his eyes turned to the towering Tongtian Peak, and then he said with a stern tone: "Qingyun will not have an accident, and you have to leave Qingyun before the war.

  If there is no Daoxuan's summons in the future, you must not appear in the sight of anyone in Qingyun, and you must not tell anyone that you are Qingyun.

  As for where to go, you decide for yourself! "

  The boy was silent after hearing this!

  There is no anger, no questioning, and no loss.

"Ok?"

   Seeing the young man silent, the old man suddenly turned his gaze to the young man aside, and seeing him calm and silent, a touch of surprise appeared under his old face.

  The young man was silent for a long time, suddenly raised his head and looked at the white-haired old man beside him, and said in a deep voice, "Let me go out and do something on my own?"

  The old man smiled slightly when he heard the words, and said calmly: "How to do it is your business, it has nothing to do with Qingyun."

  The young man heard the words, his expression was cold, his eyes flickered, and he took a deep look at the canvasser, his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something?

  But in the end, he still didn't say anything!

   just turned around silently, looked up at Tongtian Peak, turned around and walked down the mountain.

  This road is a small road down the mountain behind the ancestor shrine, and few people know it.

  As a teenager, he used to go down the mountain to play here for fifteen years.

  Very familiar with the road!

  Looking at the young man's back, the old man smiled slightly: "The show has begun!"

  With a movement, it turned into a light and disappeared in front of the Patriarch's ancestral hall.

  No one knows how he left, as if he disappeared out of thin air.

  Magic!

  The young man walked slowly down the mountain along the path, and when he reached the middle of the mountain, he suddenly felt a strong sword intent and a sense of oppression behind him.

   hurriedly turned around and looked around.

  The boy's eyes condensed suddenly!

  I saw that in the originally clear sky above Tongtian Peak, a piece of colorful clouds suddenly rolled in, and instantly dissipated the misty and white clouds in the entire sky.

  The colorful clouds that swept across suddenly occupied the entire sky above the blue cloud mountain. The brilliant and colorful colors were as deep as the sea of ​​stars, and they seemed to have the potential to reverse the sky.

  The young man's body shook suddenly, his eyes showed a look of horror, and he said, "Zhu Xian Sword Formation! Has Master Tiancheng made a move?"

  There is no joy in the words, but instead there is a strong color of worry.

  A moment later, a brilliant light among the colorful clouds prospered.

  On the top of Tongtian Peak, between the heaven and the earth, an ancient long sword appeared out of thin air, coming with a spirit of opening up the world.

  Caused by the long sword, like the beginning of heaven and earth, like Hongmeng first dividing, like sword dividing yin and yang...

  Countless lights and shadows are rolling like a stream, and there is an opportunity for confusion in an instant.

  (End of this chapter)