This is a land of undulating mountains, filled with clouds and mist, and dense vegetation.

Suddenly, the void twisted, and a figure walked out of it, moving like a dragon and a tiger, full of high spirits.

The sharp light in the black and white eyes was clearly the Lin Yang who was killing everyone in the Shushan cave.

At this time, he walked out of the void full of murderous intent, and a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood could be vaguely seen behind him.

At this time, the sea of ​​clouds rolled, and a figure came out of the cloud tide, came to him, and bowed down.

"Qian Ming, meet your senior!"

Amid the mist, an old man knelt in front of him, saluted him, and was then helped up by him.

That man was none other than the abandoned disciple of Kunlun, the old Taoist Qian Ming.

"How long did I use it?" Lin Yang asked him.

"It's been half a month since senior entered the Shushan Cave!"

"Did it take half a month? Shu Mountain has been destroyed. Next, I want to destroy the Tianshi Sect in Longhu Mountain!"

Lin Yang spoke coldly.

"Junior, please do as you are told."

Qian Ming spoke respectfully.

Lin Yang couldn't help but feel a little emotional when he saw the man in front of him, whose beard and hair were all white and had become an old man.

"I gave you the immortal bones back then. I had good intentions, but I didn't want you to be affected by this and almost die."

Lin Yang already knew what happened thirty years ago, and knew that Qian Ming was surrounded and killed by his fellow sect members, and finally had to escape desperately, escaping to a very dangerous place overseas to save his life.

"It's because the juniors are so incompetent that they can't even hold on to the opportunities given by the seniors!"

Qian Ming said with regret.

In the past, Qian Ming was still a young man who had just started. At that time, all Taoist schools in the world were still crawling under Lin Yang's shadow.

At that time, Qian Ming was young, smart, diligent, hated evil as much as he hated evil, punished evil and promoted good, and helped the common people, and was quite meritorious.

Moreover, Qian Ming is very talented and has excellent root bones, which are spiritual bones.

Although it is not as good as a natural immortal bone, it is far beyond that of ordinary people.

Lin Yang admired him, so he used great magic power to refine the origin of the immortal way into Qian Ming's body, helping the spiritual bones in his body to advance into immortal bones, laying the foundation for his future breakthrough to the immortal way.

Later, when Lin Yang returned from pacifying the foreign tribes in the west, he was ambushed and attacked by the Taoist Sect of the Middle Earth until he died.

At that time, Qian Ming didn't know about these things. He was sent out by the sect to perform a mission.

When he came back, he received the news that Lin Yang had died.

He was filled with grief and anger, and several times he vomited blood and fainted.

Although he questioned him again and again, he got the same result. Lin Yang fought against the Western aliens and died of exhaustion.

This was the reply given to him by the entire Middle-earth sect.

Although he didn't believe it, he had nothing to do.

For so many years, he has been secretly investigating what happened back then, trying to get the truth, but he has found nothing.

It was not until later when he was ambushed by Qianyuan, Qingxu and others, and was seriously injured and dying, that he learned the whole story from Qianyuan and others.

Later, he was lucky enough to survive, and even got a chance deep in the desert. He got the Soul-Lost Flag and the Blood-Transforming Knife, and his cultivation improved further.

Later, he challenged Lin Huang but was defeated and was forced to retreat. On the way, he met Lin Yang.

Because he had been greatly favored by this senior, Qian Ming was willing to do as he was asked. This time Lin Yang destroyed Shushan, so he took him with him and let him watch outside.

"Things like them really don't deserve to live!"

Lin Yang shook his head. Thinking of what happened back then, he couldn't help but feel angry, and the killing intent surged crazily in his heart.

For this kind of thing, the initial sacrifice...

does it worth?

Then, Lin Yang seemed to notice something, he frowned slightly, and then used his magic power to deduce the secret.

"Huh? Really? Why did he come out?"

Lin Yang deduced the secret, and he vaguely saw a picture.

Under the pitch-black sky, there were gusty winds and black mist.

A man in a white robe stood upright in the sky, facing a group of vampires alone. He was exuding spiritual light, like an immortal alive in the world.

It is none other than Kunlun Headmaster Qian Zhen!

Moreover, they seemed to be discussing something and had no intention of taking action.

Then, the power of cause and effect spread, the scene completely dissipated, and Lin Yang came back to his senses.

"Senior, what happened?"

Qian Ming saw Lin Yang frowning and couldn't help being curious, so he asked.

"Oh, your senior brother Qianzhen has come out and seems to be discussing something with the vampires!" Lin Yang said casually.

Although he did want to kill Qian Zhen, he had more important things to do at this time.

If people like Shushan hadn't caused darkness due to their own selfish desires, he should have done this before even destroying Shushan.

"What?" Qian Ming was furious when he heard this, and the light in his eyes was cold and scary.

Qian Ming now knows his senior brother too well. He is not the kind of person who would think about the common people at all.

It is definitely not a good thing to go to see the Vampires. It is even possible that they are planning something together.

"Senior, what are your instructions?"

Although he was angry, with Lin Yang here, Qian Ming did not dare to make his own decision, so he asked immediately.

"You are now also a master in the tribulation period, and you are not far away from ascending to immortality. Why do you need to ask me about everything?"

Lin Yang smiled.

"Just watch and deal with it! I have an important thing to do now, so you don't have to follow me."

"Okay, then junior, go and keep an eye on him secretly. If he really wants to do harm to our country, this junior, I will kill him!"

Qian Ming is now a great master in the middle stage of the Tribulation. In terms of cultivation alone, there are only a few people in the world who can beat him.

And Qian Zhen is definitely not among those ranks, so he is very confident.

And no matter what, he still has a blood-transforming knife in his hand!

With this magic weapon from the Conferred Gods Era in hand, Qian Ming has a chance of winning even if he faces the two Loose Immortals from Shushan before.

"Okay, but you have to be careful!" Lin Yang warned.

Although Qian Ming is very strong, Qian Zhen, the headmaster of Kunlun, is not a fuel-efficient lamp, and...

"Don't forget, he has... a magic whip in his hand!"

Beat the magic whip!

As soon as these three words came out, it seemed that the speed of air flow had slowed down. One of the most powerful divine soldiers on the battlefield of the Conferred Gods in the past had killed countless immortals.

And when Lin Yang died that year, this magical whip...

Great work!

"Yeah!" Qian Ming nodded with a heavy face, then turned and left.

The void was rippling and clouds and mist were lingering. At this time, only Lin Yang was left here.

He didn't waste any time and quickly set off to fly in one direction.

…

"Ayi, you have been writing and drawing here for many days. What have you realized?"

On the concrete floor at the entrance of the manor, Geng Yi was holding a one-meter-long writing brush, dipping it in water and writing and drawing on the ground.

Just like the old men who get up early in the morning to practice calligraphy in the park.

Because it was the first time to use such a long brush, Geng Yi's handwriting was crooked and unsightly.

Even though his wrists were sore and his forehead was covered with sweat, Geng Yi had no intention of stopping.

But Luo Qinghan, who stood aside and couldn't see the way through it for a long time, didn't think so.

The girl looked at the ghostly symbols all over the floor and couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

What does this have to do with kendo?

But at this time, in Geng Yi's eyes, the ghostly symbols all over the ground were like terrifying sword lights, cutting through the void and annihilating everything.

Every crooked and shapeless word exudes indescribable sword intent. That sword intent does not come from Geng Yi, but from the piece of paper in Geng Yi's hand.

On a piece of snow-white rice paper that is not too big, there is a four-line poem. Each word is in a running script format, casual and natural.
To be continued...