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The continuous and turbulent black air continuously impacted the Nanxiaomen's mountain protection formation, like an ancient beast opened its big mouth, trying to swallow Nanxiaomen in vain, the reaction of the mountain protection formation was also It became more and more intense, and the shining radiance rose from the transparent cover, constantly being eaten away by the black air, and at the same time, it was constantly dissipating the black air.

Master Qingyu activated the defense of Nanxiaomen the moment he sensed that the formation was being attacked, and the formation for protecting the mountain had already been fully operational.

Starting from the main hall of Nanxiaomen, and then in the eight directions of Nanxiaomen's southeast, northwest, there are beams of light rising one by one, submerged in the mountain protection formation.

Another distracted elder Qing Ming who stayed at the Nanxiao Gate was at the other end instructing his disciples to deploy defenses to deal with them. He said that they deployed defenses, but in fact the main thing was to get the disciples who were not strong enough to go to a safe place, and then move the barely able disciples to a safe place. The combat power was drawn out.

The Nanxiao Sect dispatched a large amount of manpower and material resources to attack the lair of the Weeping Blood Sect. Now most of the elite members of the sect are still on the way and have not rushed back. He may not even be interested in delivering food to the ancestor of the Weeping Blood Sect.

The ancestor of the Weeping Blood Sect attacked Nanxiaomen at this time, and the timing was really just right.

But even so, if the Patriarch of Weeping Blood Sect attacked Nanxiao Gate alone, it would be impossible for him to take down Nanxiao Gate, and he might not be able to take down the mountain protection formation alone.

If he brought all the minions of the Weeping Blood Sect with him at this time, it might really be difficult for Nan Xiaomen to deal with it.But he came here alone, even if he is a cultivator who has crossed the tribulation half-step, and has used the secret method to greatly improve his cultivation, it is impossible for Nanxiaomen to suffer heavy losses.

If a top immortal sect like Nanxiaomen wants to attack its stronghold by force, if there is not an extremely huge gap in strength, it is simply a dream. This kind of immortal gate's overlapping defensive attack methods is not to be ignored.

These formations are constantly being maintained and strengthened, and no sect will hesitate to invest energy in them. Only those sects that are declining do not even have the financial resources and manpower to maintain the formation. Even if they guard a powerful defensive formation, they cannot exert it. Only the strength of the formation can be easily broken through the mountain gate.

Nanxiaomen is in full swing, and the budget invested in the protection of the mountain gate is astonishingly large every year. These formations are usually quiet and inconspicuous, but once this time comes, they will build an indestructible city wall for everyone in Nanxiaomen.

The same is true for the leader of the Demon Sect like the Weeping Blood Sect. Various formations and strange tricks emerge in the base camp. It is not easy to attack by force. Therefore, after the war 500 years ago, they retreated to Chimai Mountain. To be able to watch them stay behind closed doors, this time when the Nanxiao Clan stormed the Weeping Blood Sect, almost all the elites of the sect were mobilized, and it was only when the interior of the Weeping Blood Sect was empty that they could win so easily. The most important thing is One point is that most of the protective measures in the Weeping Blood Sect belong to the ancestor of the Weeping Blood Sect. He was trapped by two Mahayana monks from Nanxiaomen and Lingyaomen. The people below can't make full use of the various settings of the Weeping Blood Sect.

But Nanxiaomen is different. Now Qingyu is the head of Nanxiaomen, with the highest authority, and can mobilize all means to attack and defend.

Although the desperate fight of the Patriarch of the Weeping Blood Cult will cause great trouble to Nanxiaomen, it will hardly hurt Nanxiaomen.

The black qi and Huaguang constantly offset each other and antagonize each other. If this continues, the black qi can't even enter the door.

The blood energy suddenly surged, pouring back towards the mountain protection formation, and a cloud of blood rained on the transparent shield. After a while, the blood rained again, and the defensive formation above Nanxiao Gate was continuously corroded. Also almost disappeared.

In some places, black air is already faintly seeping in.

The rain of blood was still pouring down one after another, but a soft white light rose up the shield, blocking the black air tightly from the formation.

However, the ancestor of the Weeping Blood Sect was not angry at all, and there was a faint dangerous smile on his face that could only be seen in outline. His figure hidden in the black mist moved instantly, breaking through the The magic circle above Kainan Xiaomen, surrounded by black energy and blood, smashed straight in like a huge meteor,

The air made a sharp blasting sound under the strong friction, the high temperature distorted the air, the boiling black gas disappeared in the burning, and finally there was only a surging blood that broke through the restriction and fell into the ground surrounded by thousands of swords.

Master Qingyu's complexion changed, and he rushed in the direction of Wanjian Formation.

At the same time, Han Nansong, who broke out from the quiet room, also rushed in the same direction.

The Ten Thousand Swords Formation of Nanxiaomen is the ultimate ownership of all monks' spirit swords in Nanxiaomen.

Except for self-explosion or the shattering of the natal spirit sword under some special circumstances, all the fallen spirit swords of the Nanxiaomen disciples will gather here.

Tens of thousands of spiritual swords have been inserted into this land, and after a long time, Senhan's sword energy has already soaked every inch of the land here. Within the Ten Thousand Swords Formation, not a single blade of grass will grow, even if it is a few miles away from the Ten Thousand Swords Formation, the grass and trees are too. sparse.

But the reason why Master Qingyu was so nervous was that there was an ancient magic sword being suppressed in Nanxiaomen's ten thousand sword array.

Those years when this ancient magic sword was born were truly bloody and bloody. They were all eroded by the magic sword, but the power of the magic sword in his hands was even higher. If it wasn't for the ancestor of Nanxiaomen who turned out later, no one knew what would happen next.

Even if Master Qingyu rushed to Wanjian Formation when he discovered the purpose of the ancestor of the Weeping Blood Cult, it was still too late.

——The formation has been broken by the Patriarch of the Weeping Blood Sect, and the magic sword that has been buried for thousands of years has also broken the shackles of the spirit sword.

A red sword with a slightly curved tip and a height of several feet appeared in the air.

After being sealed for so many years, the body of the sword has become dull and dull, but the thick dead energy and blood energy around it are still astonishingly strong. The vegetation near the Ten Thousand Sword Formation withered and withered the moment the breath of the magic sword leaked.

The cloud of blood mist tried to rush into the magic sword. Unexpectedly, as soon as it touched the magic sword, it screamed and was swallowed and absorbed by the magic sword. It also started to shine.

How can it be so fast? !

It can be said that the formation of Wanjian Formation is not weaker than Nanxiaomen's Mountain Protecting Formation at all, even worse, even if the ancestor of the Weeping Blood Cult smashed the formation with a desperate blow, those spirit swords should not be left untouched. No response, let him release the magic sword so easily!

At this time, from the corner of Qingyu's eyes, he had already caught a glimpse of Han Nansong who was rushing over, before he had time to think about these doubts, he tossed the order in his arms and said, "Go on."

Han Nansong subconsciously accepted the order to be the head of the sect, and Qingyu Daoist jumped into the Ten Thousand Swords Formation, activated the emergency formation, and closed the entrance of the formation. The demonic sword of demonic energy confronted each other.

The magic sword was full of blood and blood, and some weak spirit swords could not bear the coercion, and turned into powder at the moment when the magic sword blazed brightly. The real Qingyu's long sword was unsheathed, and thousands of sword shadows appeared in the sky, and they turned into powder again. One, all the spirit swords in the Ten Thousand Swords Formation were activated together and rose into the sky.

The moment he saw Master Qingyu jumping into the Ten Thousand Swords Formation and closing the Ten Thousand Swords Formation tightly, Han Nansong's eyes changed - despair and panic, panic and fear.

The magic sword is out of its sheath. If you don't want him to harm the world, you can only suppress it again.

But who was the person who suppressed the Demon Sword in the first place?

He is the founder of Nanxiaomen, a cultivator who possesses absolute strength and can cross the world with a single sword.

No matter how good Master Qingyu is, he is only a cultivator at the peak of the distraction stage. If he wants to suppress the magic sword, the biggest possibility is...

Han Nansong's complexion was as pale as gold paper, and he was about to embed the master's order into his flesh.

As if his mind and soul had been pulled away, Han Nansong fell into a trance, and a heart-piercing pain filled his heart.

There was a crazy urge in his heart to tear open the closed Ten Thousand Swords Formation, but his rationality firmly held him back and prevented him from moving.

Because he knew what would be the consequences of breaking the restriction and letting go of the magic sword.

He can't do that.

The violent fluctuations in his heart were about to tear him apart, but he could only stand outside and watch everything happen, which was about to drive him crazy.

However, after his eyes touched something, Han Nansong suddenly jumped towards it.

Things in the formation cannot come out through that place, but people outside the formation can enter from there.

The strong wind blew the soul, and countless raging sword energy slashed across the body, and the flesh and blood burst under Senli's sword energy, but Han Nansong didn't seem to be able to see the countless scars on his body, nor could he feel any pain, and he was desperate to break through there go in.

Only one thought swirled in his mind: Absolutely, absolutely not let this happen again.

which thing?

In a daze, he seemed to vaguely see a blue long sword stuck deep in the ground, and a dissipated figure.

Previous life

Han Nansong seemed to be unable to hear any sound or see anything else.

He stared at the few short words with tearing eyes, and the despair in his eyes was like a crazy and trapped beast that had already reached a desperate situation.

He used to think that the most embarrassing time in his life was just being controlled by others, making a big mistake, and falling from being a senior brother of Nanxiaomen respected by thousands of people overnight to being a disgrace of Nanxiaomen despised by everyone. , The day of the traitor of Xianmen.

The most embarrassing thing is that when he escaped from the secret environment, the golden core was shattered and the Dao foundation was completely destroyed.

The most difficult is just those days when dragging that crippled body to survive.

most painful?Since that day, every minute and every second of every day has never been painless.

He thought, no matter what, it's nothing more than that.

Today, however, he knows he was wrong.

When he learned that his master, who had been refusing to give up all this time, and was determined to extinguish the last ray of hope in his heart until he confessed to him, died on the Ten Thousand Sword Formation that he had tampered with. Only then did he know that the most embarrassing, embarrassing, difficult and painful moment in his life had really arrived.

Master Qingyu failed to prevent the birth of the Demon Sword, but relied on the Ten Thousand Sword Formation to severely damage the Demon Cult Alliance.

——After the formation eye was destroyed, Master Qingyu used himself as the formation eye and fought hard for nine days, but lost to the large number of Demon Cult Alliance, and finally fell with the last trace of spiritual power dissipating in the bone marrow.

All hope is lost.

He left everything behind, regardless of whether his behavior would turn all the humiliation he had suffered before into ashes, and no matter how impossible it was to break through the blockade and rush to Wanjian Formation from where he was at this time, he Just want to, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up again.

But when he rushed to the battlefield covered with scars and dripping with blood, he only saw a solitary cyan long sword stuck in the bloody ground.

Master Qingyu did not wait for his unworthy and sinful apprentice after all.

The scorching sun hung high, and the dazzling sunlight swayed on the sharp long sword into a ball of fire that burned his eyes. His eyes could not see for a while, and the world in front of him became distorted and illusory, like a nightmare from which he could not wake up.

That sword light was once gentle. He remembered that this gentle sword light once illuminated the first half of his life. It was the warm and caress he had when he was a child, and it was the love he wanted to chase after when he was young. His goal is the one he respected and loved the most, Master.

The author has something to say:

I'm finally writing to the end, happy~

Although I think there may be several chapters to explain various things, but the big boss is almost finished, and it can be regarded as the end!

I never thought that one day I would be able to write so many words, and I felt that I had broken through myself. After all, I have had countless essays that have been stuck in my mind for so many years.

Maybe some articles are just a brain hole, some have hundreds of words, and some have a little more words, but they haven't insisted on writing them down.

If there weren't so many little cute spurs this time, I was worried that this article would be dragged into the Year of the Monkey by me again.

Hug the cuties~

Then here is where I want to thank the little cutie who gave me the inspiration for Wanjianzhen, otherwise I would have to grab my hair and want to end it.