The Opening Summons The Black and White Impermanence

Spirit Sword Sect,

The history of the sect that has been carrying for many years has long been traced, but I just know that Jianzong was indeed glorious for a period of time.

But it also gradually declined over time,

30 years in Hedong, 30 years in Hexi,

The Spirit Sword Sect has always been unable to resist the baptism of years and the teasing of fate. Since the peak of the sword **** Qingxi Xuan, there has never been a strong person who can aspire to immortality.

Zongmen has also changed from first-rate to last-rate,

However, the people of the Spirit Sword Sect are still very prosperous. Counting the family members in the sect, the number is no less than 20,000.

The main reason is that the Spirit Sword Sect does not have such strict requirements for accepting disciples, and it does not matter what kind of aptitude and spiritual roots.

As long as it is a living person, it can be disabled.

These almost no threshold requirements can greatly satisfy the desire of mortals to cultivate immortals and ask questions.

"Sect Master, Sect Master, there is another group of people who want to worship our Spirit Sword Sect. I saw that there are more than twenty people."

The elder of the Spirit Sword Sect, elder Zhou Xing rushed to the house of Sect Master Xu Ling and shouted.

"Da Lao Zhou, didn't I say that I shouldn't disturb me when I am practicing in retreat."

Xu Ling said with a look of disgust.

"Sect Master, your cultivation base of the five mortal realms, I think there is really no need to retreat."

"Follow us down the mountain to promote the Spirit Sword Sect. Isn't it good for him to accept apprentices to get started?"

"Now is a good season for apprenticeship. The entry fee for one person is one or two. Every year, the disciples can go out to make miscellaneous fish and make a little money, which is enough for us to squander."

"Fart, do you think I'm as unpromising as you? Thirty years ago, you were stuck in the third mortal realm and couldn't break through. Now thirty years have passed, and you are still the third mortal realm."

"Tell me about you, as the elder of my Spirit Sword Sect, what is your face."

"Sect Master, do you still say me, don't you do the same? The old Sect Master is a mortal at any rate, and you haven't broken through in 20 or 30 years."

"Da Lao Zhou, you dare to confront me, I am the Sovereign!"

"Sect Master, you still want to accept the twenty disciples. If you don't accept them, I want them all. Don't ask me for rebates later."

"Da Lao Zhou, Da Lao Zhou, there is something to discuss, who said I don't want it."

Xu Ling's tone immediately changed.

Twenty disciples, that’s twenty taels of silver,

Real money, who doesn’t want it,

Even if he and Da Lao Zhou were evenly divided, it would be enough to go to the Chunxiang Tower next door to play for a month.

"Then you but hurry up, people are still waiting outside."

"When I change my clothes, I'll go. You'll be ready to set up the noodles first, and I'll be there later."

Tate Lao Zhou closed and left,

Suzerain Xu Ling also hurriedly changed the formal clothes worn by the successive masters of the Spirit Sword Sect.

He even took out the magic weapon of the Spirit Sword Sect,

Spirit sword, Jinghong.

After half an hour,

In the main hall of the sect of the Spirit Sword Sect, twenty new disciples kneeled in the hall respectfully, waiting for the master’s instructions.

"Everyone, you must all admire the prestige of my Spirit Sword Sect before you want to worship us."

"The Spirit Sword Sect has a history of five thousand years, and there have been a lot of strong men here, I won't tell you one by one."

"As long as you abide by the rules and practice with great concentration, you will be able to retain your own names on the land of Qin and Jin in time."

"Have you seen this sword."

"This is the treasure of the Spirit Sword Sect's Zhenzong. It is not something that can be shown to others casually. I think it will open your eyes when you wait for you to get started."

After Xu Ling finished speaking, he immediately pulled out Jinghong.

The fiery red sword aura broke through the scabbard and filled the whole hall,

Xu Ling took advantage of the trend and waved the "Rainbow Clear Way" in the Fairy Dance Sword Fight.

I saw the sword energy condensed into a fiery stream and burst forward,

Everyone was shocked,

Unexpectedly, the Sect Master of the Spirit Sword Sect is so powerful,

Suddenly became obsessed,

Only the elder, elder Zhou, looked at it and sighed.

He had seen this trick "Shen Hong Kai Dao" twenty or thirty years ago. Whenever new disciples join in, he will take it out to practice and pretend to be compelling.

They didn't know that Sect Master Xu Ling would use this trick, and after the trick, he had to retreat for ten days to regain his vitality. . .

"My lord, this guy really looks like he's two times wrong, do we have to be careful not to be spotted."

Outside the hall of the Spirit Sword Sect,

The dead ghost is sneaking in with his subordinates quietly,

It just happened to come across Xu Ling's trick "Shenhong clears the way".

"You have to be careful, he's not the weather, if the Yin Soldier is attracted, it will be troublesome."

On the Qin and Jin realms, dare not fear the ghosts of Yin Cao’s underworld soldiers, that’s really not there.

The dead ghost took his subordinates and waited until all the people in the hall had left before daring to show up.

Where is Qingxixuan’s tomb? The dead ghost asked clearly after taking control of a young disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect.

Bypassing the Zongmen Hall and running towards the back mountain, there is basically no one guarded there.

But it’s not that the tomb of the founder of the mountain is not important in the Spirit Sword Sect, but most of the disciples are worried about the haunting of the mountain, so no one wants to go.

Over time, the back mountain was deserted, and even the tomb of the ancestor master has not been visited for decades.

A sect has been mixed to such a degree that even the deadly ghosts have to feel admired.

tomb.

A large ‘tomb’ hangs on the stone wall of the back mountain, surrounded by weeds, and is even taller than a human.

A full moon hung in the sky, mapping the word'tomb' a little pale.

The vain ghost began to wonder whether it was the authenticity of the subordinates’ intelligence.

What kind of powerful monks can be in this place where the birds don’t shit,

The quack warlocks who cheated on food and drink are almost the same,

But now that he is here, the dead ghost walked in with his subordinates in his heart to give it a try.

In the mausoleum,

Several stone swords hung on the top, each with a name engraved on the blade,

‘Heaven’s Sin’,

‘Heaven Wrath’,

'Curse',

…

Although they are stone swords, they always give people an aura of majesty, as if there are secrets hidden behind them,

After the ghosts such as the dead ghosts have penetrated into the inner side of the tomb,

A huge stone gate blocked their way,

A line of large characters is engraved on the stone gate,

‘Any disciple of my Spirit Sword Sect must not enter the tomb or be punished as rebellion. ’

At the same time, there is a guard talisman posted on the stone gate,

"Hey, what a gusty tone, you really think you are some kind of strong."

The vain ghost tore off the guard talisman,

In an instant,

There was a huge shock from the mausoleum, and it seemed to be about to collapse...

Spirit Sword Sect,

Xu Ling's room,

Xu Ling, who had just pretended to be a new disciple, was meditating and adjusting her breath.

There was a buzzing sound from the Jinghong sword beside him,

"Are you not pretending to be enough? After a few days, I will recover and continue. Now I'm obediently, I need to be clean."

Xu Ling rushed to the swordsmanship,

But it was okay for him not to speak. With this opening, Jinghongjian's agitation became more violent, even in the end? Freed from the shackles of the scabbard and went straight to the tomb of Houshan,

"Fuck, Yaoshou, what will I do after you leave!"

Seeing Jinghong gradually disappearing from sight, Xu Ling could only sigh weakly.

Tomb of Houshan,

The dead ghost broke open the guard talisman, and what appeared before the ghosts turned out to be a well sealed by the dust of gossip.

There are still many red ropes tied to the location of the well, which seems to be suppressing something underneath.

"Is Qingxi Xuan a water ghost?"

Seeing the scene in front of me, the vain ghost was stunned.

Unexpectedly, the founding father of the Spirit Sword Sect was with him.

"My lord, do you want to break the seal to see?"

"Nonsense, of course I have to watch it, or am I on vacation."

The dead ghost swore angrily, and immediately stretched out his ghost claws to tear the red rope above it.

Whoosh...

The sound of breaking through the air came from the blade, which directly stopped in front of the dead ghost.

The sword aura is compelling. It seems that anyone who wants to break the barrier will ruin him in Jiuyou Huangquan in the next second.

"A broken sword dare to stop me!"

When the dead ghost saw the situation, the anger surged, and the ghost claws added three points of ghost energy, and it straightly caught on Jinghong’s sword.

Sword aura,

Ghost,

Interlaced,

A spirit sword without a master was able to contend with the ghost emperor realm, and even the dead ghost was shocked.

This Spirit Sword Sect is indeed well-deserved, 7 if there is no powerful monk sitting in town, it is impossible to sacrifice such a powerful divine weapon.

But it's a pity,

The sword, being strong, is nothing but a masterless thing, but it can't help him.

As the ghost spirit continued to rise, Jinghongjian screamed, losing his spirituality and falling to the ground.

"waste."

The dead ghost coldly snorted,

There is no obstruction in front of him, and the dead ghost will untie all the red ropes on the gossip array...

Outside the Spirit Sword Sect,

Slowly gusts of wind came slowly,

Silence in the deep night sky, slowly echoing the cry of a woman,

Sad and desolate,

After people listened to it, their spine became cold,

The tens of thousands of people in the Spirit Sword Sect were all awakened from their sleep at a time, and no one knew where the cry came from.

"Sect Master, Sect Master, have you slept yet, get up quickly if something goes wrong, Bianima is asleep!"

Da Lao Zhou smashed the door crazy,

Such a big thing happened in the sect, can Xu Ling still be able to sleep?

"Yeah, want to scare me to death."

Xu Ling opened the door and yelled, "I'm not dead yet, be polite to me, I'm the Sovereign."

"Return Lord Nima, listen carefully, is it haunted?"

Da Lao Zhou pointed to the Spirit Sword Sect that had been messed up and said,

Xu Ling listened attentively, and it turned out that it was a female ghost crying at night.

"Fuck, Da Lao Zhou, haunted, you have to protect me, if I die the Spirit Sword Sect will break the incense."

"My Nima."

Da Lao Zhou vomited,

Regarding status, Xu Ling is the lord of a sect. He even asked him to be a great elder to protect him.

In terms of strength, Xu Ling is a mortal in the five realms, and the elder Zhou is a mortal in the three realms. It's not clear who protects who.

"Hurry up and find a way, otherwise no one can run away when the ghost really comes out."

When the blood is raining, crying in the night comes,

The gossip array opens, the resentful spirit is present,

…

"Big Lao Zhou"

"Hurry up and ask for help. Isn't there a Chenghuang Temple in the nearest town to us? Hurry up and ask Master Chenghuang for help."

"The Chenghuang Temple is too far away, so I'd better go to Lijia Village at the foot of the mountain and invite the stone statue of Lord Die, and he can do it too."

The lord of the Tang and Tang sect, at a critical moment, thought about how to ask God for help.

Da Lao Zhou also vomited, can't I think of an immediate solution?

For example, organizing disciples to fight against ghosts and so on...

As long as the ghost is not very powerful, I believe that 20,000 disciples who have almost no cultivation base can drown him with one mouthful of foam...

The sound of the female ghost crying in the night did not go away for a long time, and accompanied by the crying, the Spirit Sword Sect also started a chaotic torrential rain.

The big bean raindrops spilled out, knocking on this mountain range, and the rain soon turned into blood, making the Spirit Sword Sect even more terrifying.

"That's not right, Da Lao Zhou, this is a rain of blood!"

Xu Ling seemed to remember something, looking at the blood falling in his palm, thinking slightly.

"Do you think I'm blind? Of course I **** know it's blood."