That day, the sky was clear and clear, and the sky was blue.

The mountain gate of Shengtian Sword Sect opened, and a Yunzhou flew out. It had probably not accumulated dust for sixty years, and the disciples in the Qi refining period couldn't help but pick up their swords and dance in circles, using their sword energy to shake away the dust, shake off the stains, and return the Yunzhou to a new look.

Three quarters of an hour later, a golden elixir sword cultivator opened his long sleeves and gathered Yunzhou with the "World in Sleeves" technique. Finally, he led eight foundation-building sword cultivators onto the flying sword, which streaked across the sky like a shooting star, until

Fly towards the world.

Sword cultivators go straight when they go out, prefer flying with swords, and rarely use Yunzhou. If they take Yunzhou with them when they go out, there are only two possibilities: "escort the wounded" and "go to the mortal world to recruit disciples."

Now it is time to answer the second question. The period of time has come and they are going to the mortal world to pick out seeds.

"It's another sixty years, and a new disciple will be here in a few days."

"The road is ruthless. The last Jiazi took in three disciples, but now only one is left. I wonder how many of the disciples from this Jiazi will be left in the future? Rather than die young, it is better to be a mortal."

"That's wrong. If a mere life or death can stop someone, then it doesn't matter if the sword is not practiced properly. Even if you die young, it is difficult to be filial to your parents and leave no children, but if you are lucky enough to see the vastness of the road, you will die without regrets in this life.

"

This is the courage and courage of a monk, who can see the true way and die without regrets.

Watching their fellow disciples depart, the sword cultivators gathered together dispersed. Those who practice swordsmanship, those who practice seclusion, and those who practice seclusion are all ants under the Nascent Soul. They don't have much time to chat, and cultivation is the real thing.

Sword cultivators are always serious about their cultivation. Even the disciples who go to the mortal world want to complete their tasks as soon as possible and return to the sect as soon as possible. According to previous work experience, it takes no more than ten days to go back and forth to the mortal world. Who knows that something went wrong this time?

, Jindan Sword Cultivator led a team out for thirteen days and did not return. Nascent Soul Monk opened the "Life Soul Palace" and took a look and realized that something was wrong. All nine soul lamps were extinguished and the wicks turned black.

"It was total annihilation?"

"impossible!"

As we all know, sword cultivators have always been powerful, invincible at the same level, and can even win by leapfrogging levels. With Jindan sword cultivators in the team, and eight foundation-building sword cultivators as assistants, how could they die so quietly without even asking for help?

None of the magic weapons can be used?

The doubts were quickly answered, but the answer made everyone feel cold.

The Nascent Soul cultivator looked back at the wick and suddenly changed his expression: "It's a demon cultivator!"

"What?"

"Nascent Soul Stage Demon Cultivator!" He shouted, "The great demon killed my sect's disciples, mutilated the corpses, and stripped the souls. This hatred is irreconcilable! He even captured Yunzhou and went to the human world. The Yunxiao Sect is in danger!

If the demon takes action, I'm afraid he may have some accomplices, so I'll ask the ancestor to come out of seclusion as soon as possible. All Nascent Soul Peak masters, follow me to the mortal world, otherwise your lives will be ruined!"

"yes!"

"Walk!"

Three Nascent Soul Peak masters followed him up with their swords, while the other three sects who stayed behind did not come out. Soon, thirty Jindan sword cultivators crossed the sky and headed to the accident site. They wanted to collect the bones of their fellow sects, but unexpectedly there were only scattered bones left.

There are several pieces with teeth marks on them.

Seeing this, even the sword cultivator felt his teeth grow cold: "Been eaten by...?"

This demonic cultivator feeds on humans! If he goes to the human world, he may not be able to survive in this world. If the nine sword cultivators can't fill the demon's belly, how much can the energy and energy of mortals supplement him? Maybe he opened his mouth and sucked,

Mortals will die in pieces.

"The Chongxiao Sect...is it still too late?"

The Chongxiao Sect is the stronghold of the Shengtian Sword Sect in the mortal world. It aims to screen the first batch of sword cultivators so that the sect can narrow down the scope of selection and focus on selecting disciples who are good at using swords. This is considered the first level of the sect's recruitment of disciples.

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Apart from recruiting disciples, the gathering of masters from the Chongxiao Sect is also the mainstay of maintaining the safety of mortals and protecting the people. If the Chongxiao Sect is destroyed, what will happen to the people who move closer to the Chongxiao Sect?

Needless to say, that is an ending that anyone can guess. Judging from the ruthless way the demon treats sword cultivators, once it is learned that the Chongxiao sect is connected with the sword sect, how can there be any reason for immortality? It seems that this

Not only could Jiazi and the others not be able to recruit a disciple, they would also lose the right to recruit disciples in the mortal world.

"Peak masters, please hurry up!" I hope it's not too late.

As everyone knows, the "fake" boss is still on his way, and the real boss has already met the big demon. Rewinding time to three days ago, on the Ziyun Peak of the Chongxiao Sect, as a new generation

Li Yundan, the chief disciple, is meditating.

The strong wind at the top of the peak was so fierce that it scraped her face like a bone-eviscerating knife. However, there was a layer of faint cloud light surrounding Li Yundan's body, blocking the cold wind. Those who didn't know saw this and only thought that she had cultivated her sword energy and released it.

Internal strength: When a monk sees this, he will understand that this is the spiritual energy that comes from his own body and is naturally enlightened.

The long sword was inserted in front of him, motionless in the wind. Although it was ordinary iron, it gradually developed the edge of a spiritual weapon as Li Yundan's spiritual power penetrated day after day. At this moment, it was interacting with the heaven and earth along with Li Yundan, making a buzzing sound.

Voice.

But suddenly, the buzzing of the sword suddenly became sharp. Li Yundan's hand that was making the secrets trembled slightly, and the flow of her true energy was stagnant for a moment. She suddenly opened her eyes, pulled out the sword, and stood on the top of the mountain.

Gazing into the distance, I felt the bloody smell in the distance, as if the devil was coming.

Not good, something is wrong, something is going to happen!

At her level of cultivation, whatever comes to mind usually comes to mind. She was about to jump down from the top of the mountain and notify her master and uncle from the Chongxiao Sect to meet the enemy. She didn't expect the enemy to come so quickly, but she saw a cloud boat breaking through the immortal world.

The barrier pierced the sky above the boundary of the Chongxiao sect, flew towards the sect amidst the astonishment of all the mortals, and stopped steadily in mid-air equal to the top of the mountain.

The immortal's methods far exceeded the common sense of ordinary people, and the disciples of the Chongxiao Sect were naturally dumbfounded.

After a while, the disciples remembered to inform their masters. Unexpectedly, the masters had already come out in full force, headed by the 120-year-old ancestor of the Chongxiao Sect. The major masters were arranged on both sides, and behind them stood the core disciples of the sect.

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Ancestor Chongxiao was older and had eaten more salt than they had eaten rice, so he knew what Yunzhou looked like. Presuming that an immortal from another world had come to choose a disciple, he raised his hand and said politely: "Here comes

But Elder Guan Qingzi of Shengtian Sword Sect?"

The faces of the masters who were over sixty years old were slightly pale, and the younger generation of disciples were confused. They wanted to ask what this was, but the masters didn't speak, so it was their turn to speak. They didn't see that even the ancestors were so polite to the visitor.

What?

"Kuan Qingzi?"

A male voice came from the Yunzhou, with a slightly gloomy tone: "He is sick and can't come for the time being." His pale hand played with the jade ruler used to measure spiritual roots. The man stared at the living people outside and grinned with a bloody smile.

, "This time for the selection of disciples, I will come on his behalf. You call all the disciples of the sect and I will take a look at them one by one."

There is a jade ruler here, so I can pick out a few tender meats with fine skin, and the children with the qualifications to practice will serve them as food and wine.

Unexpectedly, Patriarch Chongxiao is not stupid. He has been practicing swordsmanship for more than a hundred years. Although he is a mortal, he is also a true master. He knows that swordsmen should be upright, their voice should be clear and strong, and their words should be conscientious.

. But the sound that hit his ears was a bit harsh, with a clicking sound of throat bones rubbing, and it really didn't sound like someone practicing swordsmanship. He couldn't help but be cautious and heightened his vigilance.

"I wonder what this elder is called?" He decided to find out the other party's seniority, and in order to reassure the other party, he said to the elder behind him, "Gather the disciples."

It was "summoning disciples", not "summoning people in the sect". The elders behind him knew that something was abnormal, and there was fear of a battle. The ancestor asked all the disciples with fighting ability to come over, and this was his intention to... defend to the death.

Can it be defended?

The elder glanced at the floating Yunzhou, gritted his teeth and turned away. The man in the Yunzhou turned cold. He really didn't expect that a group of useless mortals would dare to play tricks with him. Is it easy for him to fool him?

The consciousness of the Nascent Soul Demon is enough to crush an entire mountain, but he prefers brutal killing to instant killing. Look at the once-proud men of heaven falling into pools of blood, like animals on the verge of death, turning into pieces.

The sense of accomplishment and satisfaction of eating fresh meat with wine is indescribable. He really likes it!

A mortal can do it. The old man's flesh is a bit old, but this old man is the ancestor of the Chongxiao sect and a person respected and worshiped by mortals, so he is qualified to be killed by him. He wants to cut off his hands and feet first and let him

Crawling on the ground; he will eat his flesh and blood and make him end miserably.

Thinking of this, Da Mo waited patiently until the disciples gathered at the top of the mountain, then walked out of the cloud boat and stood in the sky without any scruples, laughing loudly.

He played with the jade ruler: "I'm curious, how did you discover it?"

Ancestor Chongxiao: "Those who don't get into the mud will not stink with the mud. Although you are an immortal, the smell of blood on your body is really strong."

With the long sword in hand, the ancestor and a group of elders set up the Big Dipper formation. He said: "I know very well that mortals want to deal with

Immortals are like earthworms shaking trees, but they have been practicing swordsmanship for five years. Now for one hundred and fifteen years, their sword heart is willing to be carried up and down in the sky. Even if they die in your hands, they should have no regrets."

The devil's eyes turned scarlet and his pupils became vertical. He used to look like a human being, but now he is neither human nor ghost.

He chuckled: "Although he is a mortal, he has cultivated the heart of the sword." In the blink of an eye, he suddenly approached the ancestor of Chongxiao, waved away the mortals with his sleeves, and put his claws on the ancestor's heart, "You

The heart must be delicious."

Soon after, he saw a silver sword thrust out diagonally, grazing the gap between his claws and the ancestor's clothes, then turned the sword sideways and sharply slashed it. The sword's blade was covered with true energy, and the demon took it back.

Palm, he turned his head in surprise and met a pair of cold eyes.

Then, the demon instinctively leaned back, barely avoiding the sword blade that was slashing towards his throat. He saw the girl who attacked him push the ancestor back, then raised the sword and stabbed him again.

Hey, isn't the Chongxiao sect the realm of mortals? How can there be a monk?

No, this is not a monk, but an extremely talented person who has entered Taoism with a sword!

genius?

The devil smiled. This girl was so beautiful and beautiful that she was a rare good choice. He could play with her for a while and then slowly torture her to death.

Little did he know that this was playing into Li Yundan's hands. After the two exchanged hundreds of moves, Li Yundan knew that this was a demonic cultivator, which was very rare. His strength should be at the early stage of Nascent Soul. It was difficult to deal with, but not impossible.

"Xiao Dan!"

"Sister!"

"Boom!"
To be continued...