Chapter 201

"Big old Zhou, think about the prophecy left by your ancestors."

Xu Ling hurriedly warned,

Although lingjianzong is becoming more and more lonely, he dare not forget the prophecy uploaded by his ancestors.

"When a woman's cry comes from the night sky full of blood rain, thousands of years of resentment will wash away the past in a moment. The white figure blooms in the forbidden area of Lingjian sect, and everything or the nightmare of ending will come."

"Lao Zhou, you quickly select a group of elite disciples to go to Houshan with me. I guess something happened there."

Although Xu Ling lived in a muddle,

But the spirit sword sect was brilliant after all,

Houshan mausoleum is the most taboo place in the whole sect,

That's the place that the leaders of Lingjian sect need to guard,

Once the things inside come out, it may bring out a rain of blood and dust,

"Lying trough, don't scare me. Isn't that a legend?"

Big Man Zhou panicked, too,

It looks like the language now,

"What are you talking about? Hurry!"

Xu Ling made a rare fire,

This is the only thing his master told before he died,

We must take good care of the tomb of Houshan mausoleum and never let the ghosts in the eight trigrams array appear,

The sect can decline and the disciples can be incompetent, but the Eight Diagrams array must not be opened

Xu Ling then reflected why Jing Hong left the scabbard unexpectedly. It turned out that he also felt the strange news from the back mountain,

Pushing away the dazed boss Zhou, Xu Ling hurried to the Houshan mausoleum,

After the red ropes were torn apart by the dead, the amulets engraved on the Eight Diagrams array began to become restless,

It seems that something is pounding outward from the wellhead,

"Your Majesty, why don't we stop for a while?"

The ghosts around the dead ghost seem to feel that something terrible is trying to come out under the wellhead suppressed by the gossip array,

But no one knows what it is,

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

"What are you afraid of? With the emperor here, who is my opponent except the underworld?"

The dead don't think so,

The ghost claw turned and beat directly at the center of the eight trigrams array,

Clank~~~

A fiery red flying sword mixed with hot inflammation came,

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

"Damn thing!"

The dead are angry,

A broken flying sword dares to hurt him,

Then the ghost spirit surged and blocked the whole mausoleum,

The smell of decay and death spread from each other. Even the startling sword can't resist it,

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

Bang~~~

There was mottled rust on the blade. The ghost gas corroded its spirit and made it as weak as other swords,

"The emperor will see what's in here today!"

The dead ghost roared and slapped heavily on the gossip array, only to hear a crisp crack,

The eight trigrams array broke in response to the voice

hades,

In the dead city,

Absorbed millions of Japanese souls,

Therefore, the number of Yin soldiers has also been doubled,

In order to prevent unrest in the dead city, Cui Xuan mobilized dragon cavalry to guard around,

A dragon was carrying Yin soldiers to complete a patrol mission and was ready to return to life. Suddenly, it felt nervous. It seemed to have a hunch. It fell on the huangquan road in a hurry, and its eyes were full of confusion,

"Hey, what's the matter with you?"

Seeing the strange appearance of Jiaolong, the Yin soldier asked,

"No, it's her."

Jiaolong said to himself,

This was her, which awakened Jiaolong's memory. Maybe the whole Jiaolong family had forgotten her, but the dragon family was connected by blood. Since she could return to the world, she naturally had the feeling among the same family,

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

Jiaolong leaned down and let the Yin soldiers return alone,

"Well, what happened."

Yin Bing was puzzled,

"It's an internal matter of our dragon family, but it's also related to the underworld. I'm afraid it needs Cui to deal with it."

Jiaolong said with a guilty face,

In desperation, he had to leave the Yin soldier to return, and he ran to the judge hall,

Along the way,

Jiaolong also met other people,

Like myself, I sensed her existence, so I hurried to the judge hall, hoping to calm her anger before the disaster came.

Ten, twenty

So that almost all the Jiaolong people arrived at the gate of the judge's hall and bowed down, hoping that Cui can listen to them explain the coming disaster,

The dragon clan is so strange,

Besides Cui,

It's amazing that the emergence of a dragon can affect the whole ethnic group,

As the chief of the Jiaolong clan,

At the moment, he is waiting for Cui's reply with his head down,

"Bai Jiao."

Cui Xuan silently recited the name of the real dragon,

Fetters people,

Imprisoned for thousands of years,

A source of endless resentment,

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

Originally, the Jiaolong family thought that Bai Jiao was long gone, but now it appears in everyone's mind,

It's resentment against the dragon family,

And anger at the Terrans,

Thousands of years of melancholy, burst out at a time, only destruction and killing

Lingjian sect, Houshan mausoleum,

There was a torrent of blood outside and resentment inside,

The dead ghost and Yiying ghost saw a beautiful white woman,

Tall and like an immortal,

The slender fingers reveal the world's admiration,

Unfortunately,

She has white hair,

"Well, is the founder of Lingjian sect a female ghost?"

The dead ghost was surprised,

"Are you the Qing Xi Xuan?"

The woman didn't have any expression at first, but after hearing the three words of Qingxi Xuan, there was a touch of scarlet killing in her eyes,

"Qingxi Xuan."

She angrily repeated the name that had haunted her for thousands of years,

Hate,

Can't completely swear the anger in her heart,

"Smelly woman, I ask you something!"

The ghost scolded in vain,

In a trance,

The woman has come to the ghost of death in vain. She stares at the ghost of death in vain with her eyes,

"Don't mention the name in front of me."

Bang~~~

The voice fell,

The woman's hand went straight through the dead ghost's chest and crushed his soul,

Blood Red Terror spread outward,

The ghost brought by the dead ghost didn't return all his life,

All buried in the mausoleum,

Roar~~~

A roar of anger,

The woman turned into a dragon and broke through the Houshan mausoleum. Accompanied by the blood rain, she circled directly above the Lingjian sect,

Still the same mountain,

Still the disgusting Terran breath,

Ten thousand years of resentment,

Endless blood feuds. Only killing can calm your anger,

With the sound of dragon singing, Bai Jiao's figure landed in Lingjian sect again,

Those disciples of Lingjian sect who are still avoiding the blood rain don't care how many other Jiaolong should not exist around them,

Pooh~~~

Three thousand white hair turned into blood,

The disciples of Lingjian sect were swept and cut off, and countless blood bloomed in the blood rain,

Broken arm wreckage, flying on the spot,

"Kill!!!"

At first, some people kept shouting, but no one could escape Bai Jiao's anger,

He Qingxi Xuan

People related to Lingjian sect,

All have to die,

The blood red thunder fell from the sky and crashed on the plaque of the spirit sword sect's perseverance for ten thousand years. The hot fire burst out and ignited ten thousand years of solitude,

Three thousand white hair and three thousand hate,

Eight hundred melancholy eight hundred deep.

Broken paper shaped spare umbrella ribs,

Ruthless ghost Xiao Yin.

The world is ruthless, why stay more,

The world, though dead, has no life.

White hair turned into hate silk and danced around countless disciples of the spirit sword sect, penetrating their bodies and crushing their hearts,

Then let them wash away the sadness of their old age with scarlet,

Since Qingxi Xuan is no longer here,

Then let everyone feel the pain they have felt,

Death, or not terrible,

The terrible thing is the despair before death,

No one can appear to save their lives,

Because Bai Jiao is the end of everything

Xu Ling took Lao Zhou and several disciples to Houshan mausoleum,

No one expected that the closed stone gate had been opened,

The stench from the inside made those disciples dare not take a step,

The people of Lingjian sect have no backbone, but Xu Ling has to go in,

That's a secret handed down from generation to generation by the spirit sword sect,

If there is something in the world worth your life to guarantee, I'm afraid it's the only thing in the world,

"Lord, be careful."

Lao Zhou also stopped,

"Don't worry. When I die, the position of the patriarch will be yours."

After hesitating for a moment, Xu Ling resolutely walked in,

Inside the mausoleum,

The eight trigrams array is broken,

The remains of the ghost are scattered all over the ground,

There are only souls left in the empty body,

"It seems that she really came out."

Xu Ling sighed,

But then,

Xu Ling's face changed greatly,

Since Bai Jiao came out, isn't the Lingjian sect going to be over.

He suddenly turned back,

Almost all of the 20000 disciples of Lingjian sect are mortals. Bai Jiao is afraid that no one can live anymore,

no way,

Even if the cause and effect can not be recovered, I will save the life of the children of the sect before the sin deepens.

Xu picked up the Jinghong sword that had lost its aura on the ground and hurriedly ran back to the Lingjian sect,

Big old Zhou still shouted madly behind him, and he didn't look back,

Slow down,

Thousands of people died.