Chapter 378 Breaking Mirror

At this time, on Qingyun Mountain, the righteous path was already in decline and was struggling.

If the Ghost King hadn't expected the strength of Shui Qilin, I'm afraid Daoxuan would have destroyed the Qingyun Sect before he could even sacrifice the ancient sword of Zhuxian!

Since the death of the Qingye Patriarch a thousand years ago, Shui Qilin has been staying in the blue water pool and has never really shown its power. Even the battle between the righteous and demons at the foot of Qingyun Mountain a hundred years ago, Shui Qilin did not go down the mountain to participate in the battle. Therefore, this generation of Qingyun Sect members, including the Taoist Cangsong, do not know what the power of Shui Qilin is?

But after being awakened by the battle between the Demon Cult and Qingyun disciples, Shui Qilin, as a mountain-suppressing spirit beast, naturally took action. This sudden change caused heavy casualties among the Demon Dao people, and dragged the two sect leaders of the Demon Cult Poison God and the San Miao Madam, and won time for Daoxuan to sacrifice the ancient sword of Zhuxian.

After a while, a low and strange roar suddenly came from the distant sky.

The brilliant light shines across the world, and the figure in the depths of the light holds a sword toward the sky.

Taoist Cangsong, who had been standing beside the Ghost King and Yu Yangzi and was silently paying attention to the battle situation, began to pale after the light appeared. At this moment, he saw the water Qilin flying into the sky, his body shook for a moment, and said in a lost voice: "Zhu Xian!"

The Ghost King and Yu Yangzi changed color at the same time. The Ghost King said in shock: "Didn't you say that only by practicing Tai Chi Xuanqing Dao to the Taiqing Realm can you control the ancient sword of Zhuxian and activate the 'Zhuxian Sword Formation'?"

Cang Song smiled bitterly and said, "No, but I didn't expect Daoxuan..."

At this moment, everyone had stopped fighting. Tian Buyi and others fell back to the ground, and everyone in Qingyun Sect looked excited.

This legendary ancient sword that once intimidated the world in the hands of Qingye, the ancestor of Qingyun Sect.

Today, he appeared again in the hands of the head of Zhenren Daoxuan at the most dangerous moment of Qingyun Sect.

In the air, the water Qilin flew under Daoxuan and roared in a low voice. The beast's head was slightly lowered, as if it was also facing the ancient sword, with indescribable fear and respect.

In the sky, in the blooming light, a strange echoing sound of curses suddenly sounded, like the singing of gods and Buddhas in the sky, like the grim smile of the Nine Nether Demons. The nameless shock drowns everyone on the Qingyun Mountain.

Suddenly, at the back mountain of Tongtian Peak, in the direction of the Huanyue Cave, a purple aura rose up and shone directly on the water Qilin and Daoxuan above his head. After a while, from a distance, he looked at the direction. There were six brilliant lights flying from unknown places on the other six peaks of Qingyun Mountain, divided into six colors: yellow, green, red, green, orange, and blue, and enveloped them together. The last seven strange lights gathered in Daoxuan's hands until now, and the ancient sword Zhuxian was already dazzling.

The world changes color, and there is a thunderous sound!

A huge thunder exploded in the air, the strong wind was strong, and the crowd changed color. Sand and stones flew away from Tongtian Peak, dust was flying, and the seven wonders of lights were endless. Above the Zhuxian Ancient Sword radiating bright light, a Qi sword shining with colorful colors slowly appeared, constantly increasing, and at the same time, various Qi swords were constantly separated from the main sword, more and more, and instantly spread across the sky, flowing the entire Tongtian Peak mountain, extremely beautiful!

Dao Ren Cangsong trembled slightly and said, "Zhu Xian Sword Formation, Zhu Xian Sword Formation..."

At the same time, the Poison God and the Ghost King stomped their feet and made a quick decision: "This formation is too powerful, we cannot compete with each other, let's go!"

Yu Yangzi and San Miao Fairy were both stunned. They were about to argue, but for a moment of hesitation, the dazzling Zhuxian Sword Formation in the sky had already changed.

The colorful Qi sword above the ancient sword Zhu Xian was obviously the main sword of this formation. At this moment, it had become extremely huge, lying in the sky, and even the giant beast Water Qilin looked far less than it. As for the monochrome Qi sword in the sky, it was even dense, like clouds and mist, and I was shocked.

This rare wonder scene in the ages has no excitement, only a wave of solemnity and coldness.

Master Daoxuan shook his body faintly on the water unicorn, and at the same time he recited the magic spell, waved the ancient sword of Zhuxian with his right hand, and pointed the magic tricks with his left hand like swords, and slashed downwards!

"hiss……"

A flash of light flashed on the Zhuxian ancient sword. After a moment, countless qi swords that were overwhelming in the air rushed down with an extremely sharp momentum and rushed straight towards the people of the Demon Sect.

The sword falls like rain, and the heaven and earth are slaying!

Countless demon disciples fought against each other, but the Qi sword was as if invincible as it was, and it stabbed down mercilessly. The slightly shallow skill was immediately penetrated into the ground and blood splattered.

On Tongtian Peak, ghosts and wolves were crying and howling, screaming endlessly. Countless broken limbs and flesh splattered, blood and flesh flew everywhere, bloody storms, like hell. In this situation, even the people from Qingyun Sect changed their faces slightly.

The faces of the four major sect masters of the Demon Sect changed drastically. In a blink of an eye, the people around were almost injured under this incredible strange formation. Seeing the sword of the Zhuxian Sword Formation, the seven-colored main sword in the sky continued to separate out more monochrome Qi swords, and the coverage was getting wider and wider, almost surrounding the entire Tongtian Peak!

At this time of crisis, the Ghost King's thoughts changed sharply and suddenly found that the body of Daoxuan Zhenren was shaking in the sky, obviously very difficult, and shouted anxiously: "Everyone, Daoxuan Old Thief is seriously injured and unable to fully control this formation. We will immediately work together to attack one place!"

Originally, the people of the Demon Sect were in a mess, and they almost instinctively resisted the deathly sword rain falling in the air. At this moment, they suddenly heard the Ghost King shouting, and they didn't think much about it. Headed by the Ghost King, almost all the Demon Sect masters on Tongtian Peak rushed up and rushed towards the place with the least monochromatic Qi sword in the easternmost direction.

Along the way, there were endless screams. The swords that were killing people's lives like a demon sneered in the sky, terrifying and beautiful blood flowers spread among the sky. The people from Qingyun Sect were stunned and forgot to stop the people of the Demon Sect. But even when they remembered, they were afraid that they could not reach the level of the swords falling all over the sky like rain. If they moved around, they were afraid that they would be injured in the sword rain first.

Finally, after leaving nearly a hundred corpses, dozens of demon sect masters rushed out from the east. The four major sect masters, including Taoist Cang Song, were all injured, but eventually escaped.

The sword rain in the sky finally weakened slowly and stopped slowly.

Countless scattered blood flowers fell quietly, turning into shocking bloody scenes, covering Tongtian Peak in a bloody color.

"This is Zhu Xian!" Wang Meng murmured at the Zhu Xian Sword that was showing great power.

In his opinion, this Zhuxian Sword is the incarnation of countless evil spirits. Countless evil spirits in the sky and underground gather, and the murderous spirits are truly worthy of the name Zhuxian.

Even Wang Meng's immortal body at this time, if he is careless, he will be invaded by evil spirits. Although he will not be injured, he will inevitably have some trouble.

The most obvious example is Daoxuan at this time, the most controller of the Zhuxian Sword. At this time, he was completely possessed by the devil.

Looking at the sword of Zhuxian in front of him, Wang Meng was also a little excited. He had already obtained the Fulong Cauldron and controlled Shura before. According to his plan, it seemed that it was appropriate.

But after seeing the Zhuxian Sword, Wang Meng realized that he had to get the Zhuxian Sword. There was only a formation but no sword. How could he talk about Zhuxian and the God? Destroy the world?

Although the Zhuxian Sword at this time is still far from the divine object in the legend, it doesn’t matter. Wang Meng himself is not the Lingbao Heavenly Lord, so he will slowly improve.

"But this Zhuxian Sword seems to be snatching the evil spirit with my formation?"

Thinking in his heart, Wang Meng shook his head again, it doesn't matter. In his opinion, the Zhuxian Sword was already his must-have. Just grab it, it's all his own.

"After the battle between the two masters and demons, my formation has been initially sacrificed and refined. With the Zhuxian Sword, that is my Zhuxian Sword Formation. Under the sword formation, the gods are at dusk. You can use your strength to attack the sky and kill everything!" Wang Meng thought, and his eyes burst into light.

...

Above Qingyun Mountain,

Since the Demon Sect’s defeat a hundred years ago, all the people in the Demon Sect have worked hard to govern over the years. To this day, the Demon Sect’s strength is as strong as the four major sects, which have surpassed any of the three great sects of the righteous path. Unexpectedly, in today’s battle, not to mention that Daoxuan Zhenren launched the Zhuxian Sword Formation, first of all, there were more than a dozen people who died with the elders of Qingyun Sect in the Yuqing Hall, and then more than a dozen people died under the Zhuxian Sword Formation. All the four factions suffered casualties and suffered huge losses.

The poisonous god looked at the Qingyun Sect in front of him and sighed: "Now, what should we do? I'm really unwilling to evacuate like this!"

Yu Yangzi, who was elected to take charge of the overall situation this time, looked a little ugly when he heard this, and frowned and said, "The Zhuxian Sword Formation is so powerful that we are afraid that it will be difficult for us to crack in our entire life. So what can we do?"

The Ghost King shook his head, but a smile appeared on his face and said, "I won't see it."

The Poison God and others looked over and said, "What, Brother Ghost King, do you have any opinions?"

The Ghost King said lightly: "From today's battle, Daoxuan can master the ancient sword of Zhuxian and activate the Zhuxian sword formation, but it is obviously barely powerful, and the power of the Zhuxian sword formation is greatly reduced. Secondly, the power of the Zhuxian sword formation is so huge that it consumes essence and spiritual power. How can it be idle? I believe that Daoxuan must have relapsed at this moment, even if he doesn't die, he will lose half his life!"

"Not bad!" Yu Yangzi nodded and agreed.

The old poisonous god looked at the Ghost King. His face suddenly changed and he said, "Brother Ghost King, can you think..."

The Ghost King said decisively: "Yes, I am going to return to Qingyun! At this moment, it is the most vulnerable moment in a thousand years since Qingyumen. If we don't take this to eliminate the big troubles in our hearts, when will we wait? Moreover, Qingyunmen did not expect that we would dare to kill again just after we rushed out of the death ground, and we would definitely win a great victory!"

All the people in the demon sect around him changed color at the moment. Even the old immortal like the Poison God who had seen countless worlds was shocked by the Ghost King's words.

The Ghost King looked around and said excitedly: "Today is a great moment for the century-old shame of the Snow My Holy Church. You all made a great oath with me in front of the Throne of the Virgin Mary. Why not fight hard today?"

The people in the Demon Sect looked at each other. Naturally, these people were not cowardly, but just a moment ago, they had just escaped from Qingyun Mountain, but now they are going to kill back to the mountain in a blink of an eye. The courage of the Ghost King, or the idea of ​​ignoring life and death, is really hard to accept.

After a while, no one responded.

The Ghost King's expression gradually became ugly, but he knew that it was a good opportunity at this time. His eyes flashed, and his heart suddenly turned a thousand thoughts. He suddenly turned around and said loudly to the Demon Sects such as the Poison God and said: "Everyone, I have decided to make a hundred-year shame for the Savior of My Holy Sect. My Ghost King Sect would rather be crushed to pieces than to be worthy of the Holy Mother King. At this moment, the Qingyun Sect died and the wounded. The head of the sect, Lao Zhe, was seriously injured and nearly died, and he would definitely not be able to use the Zhuxian Sword Formation. My Ghost King Sect will kill back to the mountain now. If it can succeed, it will be the protection of the Holy Mother King. If it is outnumbered, let me die at the top of Qingyun Mountain. In the future, I will pay a clear conscience to visit the Holy Mother King under the underworld!”

After saying that, the Ghost King did not look at everyone, and flew up first, and indeed headed towards Qingyun Mountain. Qinglong and Youji looked at each other and immediately followed closely. Then the disciples of the Ghost King Sect didn't say much, followed one after another, leaving only the stunned Poison God and other members of the Demon Sect, standing there as if they were stunned.

After a while, the Poison God and others came to their senses, but before they could speak, they could hear the noise gradually appear among the Demon Sect's sect behind them. The Poison God and others secretly complained in their hearts. When they turned around, they saw that most of the Demon Sect's sects had an angry look on their faces.

On the Tongtian Peak of Qingyun Mountain, it was now shrouded in a heavy atmosphere. Dao Xuan, who was seriously injured in his energy, looked at the broken Yuqing Palace, his face full of depressed expressions.

In this battle, Qingyun Sect suffered heavy casualties. Under the siege of the Demon Cult, 14 elders died in battle, and four or five were seriously injured, namely the seven veins. In addition to the head of Dao Xuan Zhenren, Dao Ren Cangsong of Longshou Peak betrayed, the first Shang Zhengliang of Chaoyang Peak, and the first Taoist Tianyun of Luoxia Peak died unfortunately. The remaining Tian Buyi, the first Tian Shuchang of Fenghui Peak, and Master Shuiyue of Xiaozhu Peak were all worried and covered in scars.

Zhenren Daoxuan shook his body and could hardly support it. The Qingyun Sect's former pride in the past was almost completely lost in this battle.

Daoxuan sighed, closed his eyes and said, "I, Daoxuan, are sorry to the ancestors of Qingyun Sect!"

His voice was desolate and indescribable pain. Everyone heard it and was silent for a moment.

He was about to say something when a sharp roar outside the Yuqing Hall suddenly sounded, and strange lights flashed, and a terrifying cry was endless for a moment.

I saw a figure flying, and it was the Ghost King, the Poison God, Yu Yangzi and Sanmiao Fairy who led the four major factions of the Demon Cult to launch another attack!

People in the righteous way, whether they are Daoxuan or Tian Buyi, are all shocked and angry, and their eyes are as if they are about to spit fire.

They never expected that the members of the Demon Cult would have the courage to kill them up the mountain again.

Within one day, the sacred and inviolable Qingyun Mountain was killed by these people from the Demon Sect. It was a great shame since the establishment of the Qingyun Sect!

But at this time, it was not the time to think too much. Qingyun Sect was already seriously damaged. Although everyone was trying hard to support it, they were helplessly outnumbered and were immediately suppressed and the situation gradually became critical.

In a moment, Daoxuan seemed to have made up some determination, raised his arm and was about to summon the Zhuxian Ancient Sword again. In an instant, an incredible hot white light appeared from the body of the ancient sword. In just a moment, the huge Yuqing Hall was completely enveloped.

Everyone was shocked and stopped.

But in the light, I saw that the body of Daoxuan Zhenren shook a few more times.

The Ghost King and others had such experience and experience. Needless to say, they rushed forward together. Tian Buyi and others shouted angrily. But there was no time to help. Unexpectedly, although Daoxuan Zhenren was weak, he held the Shuxian Ancient Sword in his right hand, and waved forward with his right hand. In an instant, the white light rushed over like a huge wave. The Poison God and others exerted their strength together, and the two collided with each other, and a loud bang.

The Yuqing Palace, which was originally half broken, collapsed at this moment, and even the remaining broken walls collapsed, and dust flew in an instant. The Ghost King and others couldn't help but take a step back, and the faces of the four people changed color. The power of the Zhuxian Ancient Sword was so powerful that it was incredible.

But even so, Daoxuan Zhenren sprayed a mouthful of blood in the light of the Zhuxian Ancient Sword, but he refused to do anything and forced himself to float onto the water Qilin's body. The water Qilin roared and flew towards the sky with his teeth and claws.

Suddenly, only the light of Zhuxian was left behind, flashing with dazzling light, becoming more and more prosperous. Accompanied by the sound of chanting curse, the extremely brilliant colorful Qi sword appeared in the sky again, constantly separating the monochrome Qi sword, and the light was overflowing.

Everyone in the Demon Sect lost their lust. The Poison God stomped his feet fiercely and said anxiously: "This formation is too powerful and cannot be defeated. Let's retreat first."

Although the Ghost King looked at the shaky appearance of Daoxuan Zhenren, he could not figure out how this man was seriously injured and wanted to die. How could he still activate such a shocking magic array that consumed essence? However, since this formation was activated, its power was extraordinary. He did not dare to bet on the life of the disciples of the Demon Cult. He sighed and flew up to signal his disciples to retreat.

At this moment, the sky was covered with Qi swords like mountains and seas, and the Zhuxian Sword Formation had already launched an attack on the Demon Sect and others. This time, Daoxuan Zhenren seemed to have taken the initiative. Not only did the sword rain fall sharply in the sky, but the huge seven-color main sword in the sky was also controlled by invisible curse power, and rushed down with the momentum of opening the sky and breaking the earth.

The power of this master sword is not easy. With one sword, blood and flesh flew across several feet in an instant. Nearly ten people didn't even shout, and even their remaining power was enough. Yu Yangzi couldn't avoid it. Even his left hand was cut off. He immediately cried out, and his body turned into a sharp light, breaking through the air and fled.

At the same time, the Taoist Master Daoxuan in the sky was exhausted, his body tilted, and almost fell off the water Qilin, and finally managed to hold on. He looked down and saw that at this moment, most of the people from the Demon Cult had escaped, but a few were still on Tongtian Peak.

He wanted to kill all these demon thieves, and he wanted to use his last spiritual power to kill all the remaining people. As for what would happen next, he didn't want to care about it.

But just as he was circulating his spiritual power, a white light that was so fast that he could not imagine suddenly appeared in front of him, and then disappeared.

Everything seemed to have not happened, but... something happened!

Dao Xuan's face suddenly turned pale, and a mouthful of blood spurted out suddenly. He shouted: "Zhu Xian!"

The people of Qingyun Sect were shocked and hurriedly looked at it, but they saw their sect-sect-sect--"Zhu Xian"

It disappeared, and everyone was stunned and felt as if they were depressed!

Underground, Wang Meng looked at Zhuxian Sword trapped in the Fulong Cauldron and making a faint sound of sword sound, and smiled slightly.

"With this Zhuxian Sword, my formation has a core!"
Chapter completed!