The Opening Summons The Black and White Impermanence

"Da Lao Zhou, think about it, the prophecy left by the ancestors."

Xu Ling quickly reminded,

Although the Spirit Sword Sect was getting lonely day by day, he did not dare to forget the prophecies uploaded by the ancestors.

‘When a woman’s cry came from the night sky full of blood and rain, the grievances of a thousand years will finally be washed away in a moment, and the white figure blooms in the forbidden area of ​​the Spirit Sword Sect, and all or the end of the nightmare is coming. ’

"Ta Lao Zhou, hurry up and select a group of elite disciples to go to Houshan with me. I guess 80% of them have something wrong there."

Although Xu Ling lived in a muddle-headed manner,

But after all, the Spirit Sword Sect was glorious,

The Tomb of Houshan is the most taboo place in the entire sect.

That is the place that the sect masters of the Spirit Sword Sect need to protect,

Once the contents inside come out, maybe it will bring out a rain of blood and dust,

"Fuck, don't scare me, isn't that a legend."

Big Brother Zhou also panicked,

It looks a lot like the language now,

"What are you talking nonsense, go quickly!"

Xu Ling made a real fire once in a rare time.

This is the only thing his master told before his death.

We must be optimistic about the tomb of Houshan, and never let the ghosts in the gossip array appear.

The sect can fall, the disciple of the sect can be incompetent, but the gossip array must not be opened...

Xu Ling realized why Jinghong left the scabbard uncharacteristically. It turned out that he also felt the strangeness from the back mountain.

Pushing the stupefied big man Zhou, Xu Ling hurriedly rushed to the Tomb of Houshan.

After the red ropes were torn apart by the dead ghosts, the talisman engraved on the gossip array began to become restless.

It seems that something is impacting outward from the well head,

"My lord, should we stop for a while?"

The ghosts around the dead ghost seemed to feel something terrible under the wellhead suppressed by the gossip array and wanted to come out.

But no one knows what it is,

As a ghost, sometimes the sixth sense is also very accurate.

"What are you afraid of, there is the emperor, who is my opponent except the Yin Cao Nether Mansion."

The vain ghost disagrees,

The ghost claws turned and slapped straight in the center of the gossip array.

Zheng~~~

A flaming flying sword mixed with a stream of scorching heat,

Cut off the whole arm of the dead ghost neatly, and the wound was still burning.

"Damn it!"

Wrathful ghosts are furious,

I dared to hurt him with a broken flying sword,

Immediately, ghosts surged and sealed the entire tomb.

The breath of decay and death spread to each other, and even the Shocking Sword could not resist it.

Gradually, the originally hot sword body also faded indifferently, and then fell to the ground.

Damn~~~

Mottled rust appeared on the blade. Ghost energy corroded its spirit body, making it weak and weak like other ordinary swords.

"The emperor will see what is inside today!"

The vain ghost roared and slapped heavily on the gossip array, only to hear a creak and crack.

The gossip array, broke in response...

Yin Cao Jifu,

Inside the city in vain,

Absorbed the millions of dead souls of Dongying,

Therefore, the number of Yin soldiers has been doubled,

In order to prevent turmoil in the vain city, Cui Pan even mobilized dragoons to guard the left and right.

A flood dragon was carrying Yin soldiers to complete a patrol mission and was preparing to return to life. Suddenly, his heart became tense, as if he had a premonition. It hurriedly landed on Huangquan Road, with blurred eyes in his eyes.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing Jiaolong's strangeness, the Yin Soldier on his body couldn't help but asked,

"Oh, it's her."

Jiaolong said to himself,

It was her who awakened the memory of the Flood Dragon. Perhaps the entire Flood Dragon clan had forgotten her, but the dragons were connected by blood. Now that she can return to the world again, she naturally has the feelings of the same clan.

"I'm going to meet with Cui Pan, I can't take you back."

The Jiaolong leaned down and let the Yin Bing return to life alone,

"What the **** is going on."

The Yin Soldier is puzzled,

"It's an internal matter of my Dragon Clan, but it's also related to the Yin Cao Jifu. I am afraid that this matter needs to be dealt with by Cui Pen."

Jiaolong said with a look of guilt,

In desperation, he could only leave the Yin Soldier to return by himself, and he ran towards the judge’s palace.

Along the way,

Jiaolong also met other people of the same clan,

Like myself, she felt her existence, so she hurried to the judge's hall, hoping to calm her anger before the disaster strikes.

Ten, twenty...

Later, almost all the dragons arrived at the gate of the judge’s hall, possessed and bowed to Cui Pan, hoping that Cui Pan could listen to them explain the imminent disaster.

The dragons have such an abnormal shape,

Cui Pan is definitely outside,

It’s really surprising that the entire ethnic group can be affected by the appearance of a dragon.

As the patriarch of the Jiaolong clan,

At this moment, he was lowering his head and waiting for Cui Pan's reply.

"Bai Jiao."

Cui Pan muttered the name of the world's flood dragon silently.

Bond with people,

Imprisoned for ten thousand years,

Mixed with the source of endless resentment,

It is also the existence of the dragon family like a nightmare,

Originally, the Jiaolong clan thought that Bai Jiao was no longer there, but now it has appeared in everyone’s mind.

Is a resentment towards the dragons,

It's also the anger towards the human race,

Ten thousand years of melancholy, all that burst out for a while, only destruction and killing,...

Spirit Sword Sect, Houshan Mausoleum,

The blood is pouring outside, the resentment is soaring inside,

What the Wounded Ghost and Yiying Ghost saw was a beautiful fair-skinned woman,

Tall and tall, like a fairy,

The slender fingers revealed the worldly wonder,

Unfortunately,

She has white hair fluttering,

"Well, is the founder of the Spirit Sword Sect, a female ghost?"

The ghost is surprised in vain,

"Are you the Qing Xixuan."

The woman didn't have any expressions at first, but after hearing the three words Qing Xixuan, there was a scarlet killing intent in her unwavering eyes.

"Green Xixuan."

She angrily repeated the name that had entangled herself for thousands of years,

hatred,

Can't fully swear the anger in her heart,

"Smelly lady, I want to ask you something!"

The dead ghost scolded,

In a trance,

The woman has come to the front of the vain ghost, she stared at the vain ghost with her eyes,

"No, I'm mentioning this name in front of me."

Bang~~~

The voice fell,

The woman's hand pierced straight through the chest of the dead ghost, squeezing his soul to pieces,

The scary power of blood red spreads outward,

The ghosts brought by the dead ghosts never survived,

All buried in the tomb,

Roar~~~

An angry roar,

The woman turned into a dragon and broke through the tomb of Houshan, hovering directly above the Spirit Sword Sect, accompanied by the rain of blood.

The mountain remains unchanged,

Still the disgusting human breath,

Resent for thousands of years,

Endless blood feuds, only killing can quell my anger,

Accompanied by the sound of the dragon chant, the figure of Bai Jiao landed in the Spirit Sword Sect again,

Those disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect who were still avoiding the rain of blood, no one cared about how many other dragons that shouldn't exist around them.

Huh~~~

Three thousand white hairs turned into bloodshots flying,

The disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect was swept and severed, and countless blood bloomed in the rain of blood,

Broken arm wreckage, flying horizontally on the spot,

"Killing!!!"

At first, someone kept shouting, but no one could escape the anger of Bai Jiao after all.

Fan Shi He Qing Xi Xuan

People who are related to the Spirit Sword Sect,

All have to die,

The blood-red thunder fell from the sky, and hit the plaque of the Spirit Sword Sect’s ten thousand years of perseverance. The hot fire burst out, igniting ten thousand years of loneliness.

Three thousand white hair and three thousand hate,

Eight hundred melancholy eight hundred deep.

Paper shredded vacant umbrella ribs,

Ruthlessly dismantled Xiao Yin as a ghost.

The world is ruthless, why stay longer,

There is no life in the great world.

The white hair flew into a thread of hatred, wrapped around the bodies of countless spirit sword sects, piercing through their bodies, crushing their hearts,

Then let them wash away their sorrows in their old age with a whole suit of scarlet,

Since Qing Xixuan is no longer there,

Then let everyone feel the pain they have felt before,

Dead, or not terrible,

The terrible thing is the despair before death,

No one can show up to save their lives,

Because Bai Jiao is the end of everything...

Xu Ling took Da Lao Zhou and several disciples to the Tomb of Houshan.

No one thought that the closed stone gate would be opened.

And the stench from inside made those disciples afraid to take a step.

The people of the Spirit Sword Sect had no spine to speak of, but Xu Ling had to go in.

That's an ulterior secret passed down from generation to generation by the Spirit Sword Sect.

If there is still something in this world worthy of your own life to guarantee, then I’m afraid this is the only thing.

"Sect Master, be careful."

Da Lao Zhou also stopped,

"Don't worry, when I die, the position of Sect Master will be yours from now on."

After Xu Ling hesitated for a moment, he walked in resolutely.

Inside the mausoleum,

The gossip array is damaged,

The remains of ghosts scattered all over the place,

Inside the empty body, only the soul that has not yet dispersed,

"It seems that she really came out."

Xu Ling sighed,

Can then,

Xu Ling's face changed drastically.

Now that the Bai Jiao came out, wouldn't the Spirit Sword Sect be over?

He turned his head back abruptly.

Almost all of the 20,000 disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect are mortals, and Bai Jiao leaves, I am afraid that no one will survive.

no,

Even if the cause and effect cannot be undone, he must save the lives of the Zongmen children before the sin deepens.

Xu picked up the Jinghong Sword that had lost its spiritual energy on the ground, and ran back to the Spirit Sword Sect in a panic.

Da Lao Zhou still yelled frantically behind him, without looking back,

Take a step,

Thousands of people died.