Swallowing the heavens begins with Douluo

Behind the stone gate is a huge space.

Majestic, solemn, solemn, and grand, these words that describe a space that are shocking are extremely suitable when used to describe this space.

Long Xiao's eyes rose slightly, looking at the towering snow-capped mountains above his head, and he suddenly understood.

The demon sect's residence was actually a deserted man who, with his supreme perseverance, hollowed out the heart of this snow-capped mountain and built a magical place that was hidden in the world and could escape Haotian's eyes.

"Really, it's not too troublesome." Long Xiao only had these words to comment on such a magnificent place.

I have seen the majesty of the Dragon God Hall and the existence of alien spaces.

In Long Xiao's eyes, such a huge project built purely with manpower and material resources is just a waste of energy.

If it is really powerful, it should open up a unique space in every life.

There are several clear sword marks left behind the stone door, and below the sword marks are several white bones.

There is a smell of decay in the air.

When you step into the stone gate, you will see a long staircase that extends all the way up from the door.

Daming Lake is at the bottom of the snow-capped mountains, but the end of the stairs is at the top of the snow-capped mountains.

After climbing tens of thousands of long stairs, a huge stone beam spanned the end of the stairs.

The stone beam is about tens of meters wide and several thousand meters long. There are dark spaces on both sides. If you look closely, you will see that those dark spaces are actually cliffs!

And this stone beam at the end of the stone steps is like a slender spider thread, stretching between the stone steps and the palace in the distance.

There are many more thick stone beams like this, extending from all directions, like a spider web, but the ends of all the stone beams are gathered in one place.

That is where the real palace of the Demon Sect is.

Walking along the stone beams easily, within a moment, a stone flat appeared in front of you, and a majestic palace stood on the stone flat.

The bottom of the stone flat is based on bluestone, the palace walls are white, and black railings are erected around it. The only colors in this space are black, white, and blue. It seems that it is precisely because of such simple colors that this palace stands tall on the mountain.

The palace at the top shows an indifferent temperament.

The quiet light came in from nowhere. Through the dim light, Long Xiao could clearly see that there were countless corpses piled up in front of the palace door.

These corpses were wiped out of life by someone using extremely clean swordsmanship.

It can be seen from this that the newcomer's swordsmanship has reached a terrifying level.

Judging from the marks left by his swordsmanship, it seems that all he needs to do to kill someone is one sword strike.

No matter how advanced the opponent's cultivation is or how powerful his defense ability is, he just silently cuts out a sword, and then the opponent dies.

The scene of so many dead bodies piled up was extremely shocking. Long Xiao frowned, with a hint of displeasure on his face.

The robe was waved lightly, and the light bloomed. In an instant, all the dead bodies and the armors and robes were turned into ashes.

As the robe was waved, all the ashes washed down and landed in the claustrophobic space under the stone beam.

After completing this action, Long Xiao strode up the palace stone steps and arrived in front of the palace gate.

Pushing open the door, a stone tablet more than ten feet high appeared in front of Long Xiao.

The sword marks are intertwined on the stone tablet, leaving a few clear large characters.

"Academy Ke Haoran's Demon-Destroying Sect is here."

The sword marks on the stele are more than several inches deep, and the handwriting seems to have an indescribable sense of heroism.

The sword blades are crisscrossed vertically and horizontally, and the handwriting seems to follow a set of sword techniques.

Looking at those handwritings, Long Xiao couldn't help but have a strange idea.

"Qin Feiyu must have watched too many stories about Yitian Slaying the Dragon. The last time he integrated the formation into the portrait, this time he incorporated the sword style into the handwriting."

In this regard, Long Xiao's evaluation only has two words!

"ill!"

Long Xiao had no interest in swordsmanship at all. He just glanced at it briefly and stopped looking at it.

Go around the stone monument and walk forward.

Behind the stone tablet is where the main hall is. Thirty-six tall stone pillars rise from the ground to support the dome of the palace.

A pile of high corpses had been piled up in the spacious hall at some point, and a skinny old man was sitting on top of the corpses.

His breathing was so slow that it was almost inaudible, but Long Xiao was sure that he was still alive.

This old man is naturally the elder of the Demon Sect named Liansheng.

It was also the root cause of the destruction of the Demon Sect.

Long Xiao stepped into the palace and did not walk towards him. He just leisurely raised his hands and began to study the formation that had locked Liansheng for more than ten years along the stone wall of the palace.

Regarding the stranger who suddenly appeared in the palace, the old man just raised his head and glanced.

After completing this action, he closed his eyes again.

Long Xiao ignored Liansheng and just walked slowly along the inner wall of the palace,

Carefully look at the locations of the sword marks on the wall and the formation formed by those sword marks.

The Fan Cong Formation is so magical!

Ever since he stepped into the Demon Sect's hall, he could feel a strange aura.

There are people in the world who practice Buddhism, some who practice demons, and some who practice Taoism.

These people have different talents and different levels of learning. However, after more than a hundred years, their body and soul disappeared.

A lifetime of hard work will turn into smoke and dust and dissipate between heaven and earth.

However, the aura in the Demon Sect's main hall was complicated, and the Yuan Power cultivated by the dead Demon Sect disciples did not dissipate, and was actually imprisoned here.

This great formation is the real cage, the cage that imprisons all power.

Compared with the few strokes in the self-portrait, this large formation is more than a hundred times more complicated.

The sound of kicking him sounded from the front of the palace door. This time, three people, two women and one man, came in.

Seeing Long Xiao wandering around the palace, the three of them were slightly shocked, but they wisely saluted him first.

It seems that they have reached some kind of agreement and will no longer fight.

As if sensing someone stepping into the hall again, Liansheng opened his eyes and said in a buzzing voice: "I didn't expect that this place would be so lively today, and young Junyan would come here one after another. It seems that after more than ten years, the Demon Sect Mountain Gate has once again opened its doors.

It’s on!”

With Liansheng's words, everyone's eyes immediately focused on him.

Sitting among the bones was an old man whose shoulders were pierced by iron chains, and a pile of iron chains were wrapped around his waist and abdomen.

No matter how you look at it, it smells weird.

Ning Que pulled out the long knife behind him, pointed the blade straight ahead, and shouted sternly: "Who is this person? How dare you pretend to be a ghost here."

"I am a self-defeating person. Back then, I made a big mistake, causing a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood here. Hundreds of innocent people died because of me,"

"I have been repenting here for more than ten years, mutilating myself to atone for my sins."

There seemed to be a strange magic power in Liansheng's words, which sounded upright and peaceful, like a spring breeze.

Long Xiao sighed and said casually: "If I were you, I would choose to kill this man with one knife instead of listening to his nonsense."

Ning Que was startled for a moment, and Mo Shanshan pulled Ning Que's sleeve and said: "Thirteenth Senior Brother, this person speaks openly and has extraordinary compassion. Even though he is in the main hall of the Demon Sect, he doesn't seem to be a bad person. Otherwise, we

Let’s ask clearly before taking action.”

"Look at him, he looks like a solid wood, and his shoulders, waist and abdomen are chained with iron chains. Even if he wants to kill us, he can't move his hands."

Liansheng's gentle voice sounded again: "Looking at your attire, this little brother should be from the academy. However, judging from your aura, it is obvious that you have just entered Dongxuan not long ago. The academy is really inferior to each other."

"Little girl, you have slender fingers and thick calluses on your fingertips. It seems that you must be proficient in formations and talismans."

"And your attire is the attire of a disciple of Mochiyuan in Dahe Kingdom. Based on your level, it seems that you are the descendant of Xiao Wang."

"As for the girl in red, the vitality in her body is so deep, she should come from the Xiling Daomen. I just don't know, is Wei Guangming okay?"

The expressions of the three people changed drastically in an instant. The old man was able to guess the history of the people just by looking at the costumes of a few people.

This mentality is terrifying.

Ye Hongyu couldn't help but ask: "Who are you?"

Lianshang frowned and said gently: "Before, I said that I am a self-binding person."

"More than ten years have passed, and this world should have wiped out all traces of my existence,"

"Let me think about it, who am I?"

"I was once the protector of the Buddhist gate of Washan Lanke Temple and in charge of the Buddhist sect's Great Sun Tathagata Sutras,"

"I am still one of the three great priests of Xiling Temple, Judgment,"

"Master Liansheng!"

"The Lotus God Seat!"

After hearing Liansheng's last words, Mo Shanshan and Ye Hongyu's expressions changed instantly.

With a pop, Ye Hongyu took the lead to kneel down and kowtow respectfully to the person sitting on the pile of corpses: "Judgment Department, Ye Hongyu, kowtow to the Lotus God's throne."