Chapter 200

Lingjian sect,

There is no way to trace the history of the clan that has carried many years. I just know that the sword clan was really brilliant for a period of time in that year,

But it gradually declined with the passage of time,

Thirty years east and thirty years West,

Lingjian sect has always been unable to resist the baptism of years and the tricks of fate. Since Qingxi Xuan, the peak of the sword God, there has never been a strong person who can win the title of Xiuxian,

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

However, the number of people of Lingjian sect is still very prosperous. Including the family members in the sect, the number is no less than 20000,

The main reason is that the disciples of Lingjian sect are not so strict, and it doesn't matter what qualifications Linggen has,

As long as you are alive, you can be disabled,

These requirements with almost no threshold can greatly meet the desire of ordinary people to cultivate immortals,

"Suzerain, suzerain, there are a group of people who want to worship our spirit sword sect. I saw that there are more than 20 people."

Zhou Xing, the elder of Lingjian sect, rushed to the house of sect leader Xu Ling and shouted.

"Lao Zhou, didn't I say don't disturb me when I'm practicing in seclusion?"

Xu Ling said with a disdainful face.

"Lord, I think your cultivation in the five realms of mortals is true. There's no need to shut up."

"Follow us down the mountain to publicize the spirit sword sect and recruit disciples. Isn't he fragrant?"

"It's a good season to accept disciples. The entry fee for one or two people can let the disciples go out to cook miscellaneous fish every year. Making a little money is enough for us to spend."

"Fart, do you think I'm as worthless as you? Thirty years ago, you were stuck at the threshold of the three realms of mortals and couldn't break through. Now it's been thirty years, and you're still the three realms of mortals."

"Tell me about your face as the elder of our Lingjian sect."

"Lord, don't you say the same to me? The old lord is also a mortal six realms. You haven't broken through in 20 or 30 years."

"Lao Zhou, you dare to contradict me. I'm the Lord!"

"Lord, do you accept the twenty disciples? I'll take them all if you don't accept them. Don't ask me for kickbacks later."

"Big old Zhou, big old Zhou, something is easy to discuss. Who said I don't want it."

Xu Ling's tone changed immediately,

Twenty disciples, that's twenty liang of silver,

Real gold and silver, who doesn't want it,

Even if he and Lao Zhou share equally, it's enough to go to Chunxiang building next door for a month.

"But hurry up, people are still waiting outside."

"I'll go when I change my clothes. You get ready to arrange noodles first, and I'll be there later."

Lao Zhou closed the door and left,

The leader Xu Ling also quickly changed the formal clothes worn by successive leaders of Lingjian sect,

Even took out the magic weapon of Lingjian sect,

Spirit sword, Jing Hong.

Half an hour later,

In the main hall of Lingjian sect, twenty new disciples knelt on the hall in good order, waiting for the leader's instruction,

"Everyone, you must admire the prestige of our Lingjian sect before you want to worship under our door."

"Lingjian sect has a history of 5000 years, and there have been many powerful people. I won't tell you one by one here."

"As long as you abide by the door rules and devote yourself to cultivation, you can leave your own names in the land of Qin and Jin over time."

"See this sword."

"This is the Zhenzong treasure of Lingjian sect. You can't just show it to others. Let's open your eyes when you just get started."

Xu Ling then pulled out Jinghong,

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

Xu Ling took advantage of the situation and waved a move of "divine rainbow opening the way" in the sword dance,

The sword Qi condensed into a fiery stream and burst forward,

Everyone was surprised,

I didn't expect the leader of Lingjian sect to be so powerful,

Suddenly became obsessed,

But the eldest brother, Lao Zhou, sighed,

He had seen this move "divine rainbow opens the way" 20 or 30 years ago. Whenever a new disciple joined, he took it out to practice and pretended to be forced,

They didn't know that the patriarch Xu Ling knew this move, and after this move, he had to shut down for ten days to recover...

"Your Majesty, this guy looks really good. Should we be careful not to be found?"

Outside the main hall of Lingjian sect,

The ghost of death in vain is sneaking in with his subordinates,

It happened that Xu Ling's move "divine rainbow opens the way".

"Be careful, he doesn't become a climate. If Yin soldiers are attracted, it will be troublesome."

On the boundary of Qin and Jin Dynasties, there are no ghosts who dare to fear the hell soldiers in Cao's hell,

The dead ghost and his subordinates didn't dare to appear until all the people in the hall left.

Where is Qingxi Xuan's Mausoleum? The dead ghost asked clearly after controlling a little disciple of Lingjian sect,

Bypass the zongmen hall and run straight to the back mountain. There is basically no guard there,

But it's not that the tomb of Founder Kaishan is not important in Lingjian sect, but most of the disciples are worried that the back mountain is haunted, so no one wants to go,

Over time, the back mountain was deserted. No one even went to master Zu's mausoleum for decades.

A sect is so mixed that even the dead have to feel admiration,

Tomb.

A large "Tomb" is hung on the stone wall of the back mountain. It is surrounded by weeds and is even taller than people.

A full moon hung well in the sky, mapping the word "Tomb" a little pale.

The dead man began to doubt whether the intelligence of his subordinates was true,

What powerful monks can there be in this place where birds don't shit,

The Jianghu warlocks who cheat on food and drink are almost the same,

However, since he came, the dead ghost took a try and went in with his subordinates.

In the mausoleum,

Several stone swords are hung on the top, and the body of each sword is engraved with a name,

"Heavenly sin",

'Heavenly anger',

"Heavenly punishment",

…

Although they are stone swords, they always give people a sense of dignity, as if there were some secrets hidden behind them,

When ghosts such as dead ghosts go deep into the inside of the mausoleum,

A huge stone gate blocked their way,

The stone gate is engraved with a line of big characters,

"All disciples of our Lingjian sect are not allowed to enter the tomb, otherwise they will be punished for treason."

At the same time, a guard talisman is also pasted on the stone gate,

"Well, it's so windy. You really think you're a strong man."

In vain, the ghost tore off the guard talisman,

In an instant,

A huge shock came from the mausoleum, which seemed to collapse

Lingjian sect,

Xu Ling's room,

Xu Ling, who has just installed a wave in front of the new disciples, is meditating and regulating breath,

The Jinghong sword on the side of the body made a buzzing sound,

"Are you not loaded enough? After a few days, I recovered and continued. Now, I need to be clean."

Xu Ling swore at Jing Hong,

But he didn't speak. Fortunately, with this opening, the agitation of Jinghong sword became more violent, even in the end? He broke free from the shackles of the scabbard and went straight to the Houshan mausoleum,

"Lying in the trough, young life, what will I do after you leave!"

Looking at Jing Hong who gradually disappeared in sight, Xu Ling could only sigh powerlessly.

Houshan mausoleum,

The dead ghost broke the guard talisman, and then a well sealed by the eight trigrams array appeared in front of the ghosts,

There are many red ropes tied at the wellhead. It seems that something is suppressed below,

"Is Qingxi Xuan a water ghost?"

Seeing the scene in front of me, the dead ghost was stunned,

I didn't expect the founder of Lingjian sect to go with him,

"Your Majesty, do you want to break the seal?"

"Nonsense, of course, or I'll take a vacation."

The dead ghost angrily scolded and immediately stretched out his ghost claw to tear the red rope.

Whoosh

The sound of breaking the air came from the blade and directly stopped the dead ghost,

The sword is powerful. It seems that whoever wants to break the barrier will be buried in the Jiuyou yellow spring the next second,

"A broken sword dare to stop me!"

Seeing this, the ghost in vain immediately became angry, adding three points of ghost gas to the ghost claw, and directly grabbed Jing Hong's sword body,

Sword Qi,

Ghost gas,

Interlaced,

A spirit sword without a master could compete with the ghost emperor's territory. Even the dead ghost was shocked,

The Lingjian sect really deserves its reputation. 7 if there were no powerful friars in charge, it would not be possible to refine such a powerful divine army,

But unfortunately,

The sword, which is strong, is nothing but an ownerless thing. I can't help it.

With the continuous improvement of ghost Qi, Jinghong sword screamed, lost his spirit and fell to the ground,

"Waste."

The dead ghost hummed coldly,

In front of no obstacles, the dead ghost will untie all the red ropes on the gossip array

Outside the Lingjian sect,

A gust of Yin wind came slowly,

Silence in the deep night sky, slowly echoing the cry of women,

Bleak and desolate,

It makes people's back cool after listening to it,

Tens of thousands of people of Lingjian sect woke up from their sleep at once. No one knew where the cry came from,

"Lord, Lord, did you sleep? If something happens, get up quickly and don't let NIMA sleep!"

Lao Zhou smashed the door crazily,

Can Xu Ling still sleep when such a big thing happened in the zongmen?

"Shout what, 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 Lord."

"Lord huannima, listen carefully. Is it haunted?"

Pointing to the already chaotic Lingjian sect, Lao Zhou said,

Xu Ling listened attentively. It was a female ghost crying at night,

"Sleeping trough, Lao Zhou, haunted. You have to protect me. If I die, the spirit sword sect will break the incense."

"I'm NIMA."

Lao Zhou threw up,

In terms of status, Xu Ling is the leader of a sect. He even asked him to be protected by a big elder. It's shameful,

In terms of strength, Xu Lingfan's five realms and Zhou Caicai's three realms are not clear who protects who.

"Find a way quickly, or no one can run away when the ghost really comes out."

When the blood rain came and the cry came in the night,

The eight trigrams array opens, and the complaining spirit appears in the world,

…

"Da Lao Zhou"

"Hurry to ask for help. Is there not Town God's Temple from our nearest town?"

"Town God's Temple is too far away. Let's go to the Li Jia Village under the mountain to invite the stone statue of the land."

The leader of the first clan of Tang Dynasty even thought about how to ask God for help at the critical moment,

Lao Zhou also vomited. Can't you think of some immediate ways,

Such as organizing disciples to fight ghosts and so on

As long as ghosts are not very powerful, I believe 20000 disciples who have almost no cultivation can drown him with one mouthful of spitting

The female ghost cried for a long time. With the cry, Lingjian sect even had a chaotic rainstorm,

The big bean raindrops were scattered and knocked in the mountains. Soon the rain turned into blood, and the spirit sword sect was even more terrible.

"No, big Lao Zhou, this is blood rain!"

Xu Ling seemed to remember something. Looking at the blood falling on his palm, he thought a little,

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