Pretending To Be a Holy Place, I Was Signed For a Thousand Years

Xiaohanshan Temple, Bodhi Cliff.

Zhang Ming's eyes narrowed, and he said in a deep voice, "Zhou Yimo... isn't he from the Scarlet Fire Demon Sect?"

The others were also a little confused.

"Isn't this guy an elder of the Scarlet Flame Demon Sect? Why are you killing the people you brought?"

"Stupid, don't you guys understand now? He brought the people from Snake Hall and Turtle Hall out. I'm afraid he didn't intend to let them go back alive!"

"I understand... the Scarlet Flame Demon Sect and the Qiongyu Sword Sect will both lose, and that was his goal in the first place!"

"..."

They quickly understood the situation, and couldn't help but sigh that this guy named Zhou Yimo was so scheming!

However, the other party never expected that even if he killed everyone, he would not be able to hide this matter.

How could Zhou Yimo know that what he did was just regarded as the content of gambling by Xuanci.

But no matter what, the desperate situation facing Zhanhong and Qiongyu Sword Sect is real. They were seriously injured or weak, and they couldn't compete with Zhou Yimo in the Yang God Realm.

A smile appeared on Xuanci's face: "Daoist Qing Hui, now you can see the cause and effect?"

"If you didn't provoke the Scarlet Flame Demon Sect and divide their troops to the Fishing Boat Song Club, they would have been able to withstand Zhou Yimo's siege. The so-called evil cause brings evil consequences, which is not at all controlled by others. This is what the old monk said and practiced karma!"

He finally saw the hope of winning this debate.

The unknown Zhou Yimo was influenced by his power of cause and effect, revealing his strength. Now on Qiongyu Mountain, who else can turn the tide of the battle?

However, in his eyes, the Taoist Qinghui who was sitting quietly just looked over calmly, and said indifferently: "Master Abbot, maybe there is a cause before there is an effect."

"But this effect... may not be all due to the cause! As long as there is no result for a moment, the world is uncertain, and anyone may be a dark horse. Because you will never know what the heavens have arranged for you in the dark. "

Xuan Ci frowned slightly.

He felt a little uneasy.

Just like the previous three gambling fights, they obviously had the upper hand at the beginning and the middle, but accidents happened frequently at the end, and the ending was reversed.

The cause and effect of Daoist Qinghui... Could it be poisonous?

What's worse is that the Buddhist altar in his body is already full of cracks, this is the last round of gambling he can take out.

Thinking of this, Xuanci closed his eyes.

Even if his lifespan is exhausted, he still has to interfere with this karma and set a chance for victory!

...

Qiongyu Mountain, Zhuxian Sword Terrace.

Although Zhan Hong was weak, he still walked out resolutely and faced Zhou Yimo in mid-air.

"Where did you come from, the devil who wanted to severely damage the Qiongyu Sword Sect and the Scarlet Flame Demon Sect at the same time?"

He also figured out the reason when the opponent slaughtered the disciples of Snake Hall and Turtle Hall.

Zhou Yimo has been lurking for many years this week, and it turns out that he is not sincerely for the Scarlet Fire Demon Sect, but has other plans.

Cheng Xiaocheng thought of Luo Yu Demon Lord who fell last time, and couldn't help asking: "Zhou Yimo! If that's the case, then the last time Luo Yu Demon Lord attacked my Qiongyu Sword Sect, was it also you who provoked him?"

Zhou Yimo laughed and said: "Both of you are really smart people, yes, all the plans about the Qiongyu Sword Sect are from this seat! Now you can be regarded as dead and understand!"

"Damn it! No wonder you ascended to the position of elder!"

Cheng Xiaocheng was so angry that his brows trembled, and he shouted, "Although Lord Luo Yu was accidentally beheaded by Elder Qing Hui, but now that you think about it, this is in line with your wishes! You have such a deep plan, you... who are you?! "

So far, everything makes sense.

But, Cheng Xiaocheng didn't know yet.

Hu Tang of the Scarlet Fire Demon Sect had already been secretly sent by Zhou Yimo to the Lingshu Temple, and was murdered on the way.

And Shangguan Yu, the patriarch of the Scarlet Fire Demon Sect...

Ha ha, don't mention it.

Zhou Yimo said with a grin: "You don't need to know who this seat is. Well, this seat has limited patience, everything ends here, you... all die for me!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand.

The clouds in the sky were boiling, with black rays of light, falling like flowing fire.

This is exactly the trick that slaughtered the disciples of Snake Hall and Turtle Hall just now!

"All disciples, fight to the death with Yujian!"

Cheng Xiaocheng tried his best to throw the crutch outwards, forcing him to attack the black clouds and rain in the sky.

However, as soon as she started, she felt a pain in her chest, and blood overflowed uncontrollably from the corner of her mouth.

A group of disciples had the will to die, and Qi Qi sent flying swords, like thousands of swords, to shoot at the falling light rain.

Unfortunately, they are really too weak.

I saw a flying sword in the air, which was quickly broken into two pieces by the black light rain.

The flying sword collapsed and fell into pieces.

Cheng Xiaocheng's magic weapon of crutches was only halfway through the flight before it was knocked into the ground.

Black rays of light, like dark clouds, enveloped the entire sky, pressing down on everyone's heads.

"Elder Cheng, today I first realized the way of swordsmanship, and I didn't expect to encounter such a crisis. It seems that there is indeed a definite destiny in the dark." Zhan Hong sighed softly and said, "Forget it, just look at my last sword. Can you break this will of God?"

Cheng Xiaocheng was stunned, and looked up at the scruffy young man standing quietly in front of him, you...you still have a sword?

A group of disciples also looked desperately.

At this moment, they have reached a real desperate situation.

However, Senior Brother Zhanhong...can he still save them?

Inducing changes in the world and gathering vitality like rain, this is a terrifying blow from the Yang God Realm!

Zhou Yimo stood above the clouds and said with a hearty smile, "Hahaha! Qiongyu Sword Sect... one of the three sects and seventeen sects, let's be officially removed from today's name!"

Black clouds and rain pressed closer.

Zhan Hong suddenly looked at Zhuxian Sword Terrace, which was the only place that was shrouded in darkness at the moment and was still lit.

The phantoms of the four sword intents stand between the sky and the earth.

"It's not copper, it's not iron, it's not steel. It used to be hidden under Mount Sumeru. You don't need to reverse the yin and yang, how can there be no water and fire to quench the edge? Killing immortals is beneficial, killing immortals, and trapping immortals is full of red light. Juexian's changes are infinitely wonderful. Blood stained clothes."

This is the poem he heard from Bai Shatang after he came to Qiongyu Sword Sect.

She said that this was the sentence that Elder Qing Hui sang with his own mouth when he set up the Zhuxian Sword Terrace that day.

And before he left, he also heard Daoist Hui say: "Zhan Hong, I appreciate your determination. Since you insist on this, go back to the Qiongyu Sword Sect tomorrow, where... there is this world The most powerful of the four swords."

He didn't understand before.

Now, after five days of comprehension in the Jade Immortal Sword Terrace, he vaguely understood the true meaning of it.

This sword... is the strongest in the world!

That being the case...

He stretched out his hand to a phantom sword standing in the east and shouted: "Daoist Qing Hui, may I borrow the sword to use it!"

Everyone looked at him at once.

What was Senior Brother Zhanhong talking about? How could he hear Taoist Qing Hui who was clearly not on the mountain?

And the people on the Bodhi Cliff instantly set their eyes on the blue-robed Taoist who was sitting quietly.

In such a desperate situation, the other party... is actually borrowing a sword?

Is this a joke?

Xuan Ji laughed and said: "Qing Hui, you, a person who watches the Spiritual Pivot, don't seem to have a bright head!"

Others also talked a lot, is this guy called Zhan Hong stupid?

However, only Abbot Xuanci suddenly raised his head and looked at the indifferent Taoist opposite.

"Qing Hui, you...could it be possible to borrow a sword from thousands of miles away?"

Of the countless people in Qiongyu Mountain and Xiaohanshan Temple, he was the only one who took this sentence seriously.

Xuan Ji immediately asked suspiciously: "Brother..."

However, before he could finish speaking, he heard the Taoist on the opposite side say calmly: "Yes, let me borrow it from Zhu Xian."

This... the Daoist Qing Hui is actually agreeing?

Everyone was taken aback when they heard the words, and couldn't help turning their heads quickly to look into the mirror scene.

I saw that the phantom of the sword intent on the Zhuxian sword platform, which was originally nothing but a display of light, suddenly vibrated violently at this moment.

Immediately, a sword shadow in the east rushed out.

Zhan Hongfu stretched out his hand to grasp it, and there was already a simple long sword in his palm.

This sword is not a real thing, but a condensed sword intent, with only one blow.

But this blow... was enough!

He clenched his sword tightly and slashed towards the dense darkness above.

Cheng Xiaocheng and all the surviving disciples stared helplessly at the seemingly ordinary ancient sword.

There was no murderous intent on the sword.

But only Zhan Hong, who was holding it, knew inexplicably that this was the number one killing sword in the world!

Killing immortals is beneficial, killing immortals is dead, and trapping immortals glows red everywhere. The changes of the Juexian are infinitely wonderful, and the clothes of the Daluo Immortal are blood-stained.

This poem has already revealed everything, even if this is just an illusory sword transformed by the sword intent, how can Zhou Yimo, who is in the mere Yang God Realm, be able to fight against it?

Therefore, at the moment when the sword was slashed, everyone saw a scene that they would never forget in this life.

The entire sky was split in half by this sword.

Layers of black clouds and rain rolled back at this moment, and a terrifying crack appeared in the sky and the earth.

And in the center of that crack stood Zhou Yimo with a face full of disbelief.

He opened his mouth wide, as if he wanted to say something, but he froze at this moment, saying nothing.

Rumble——

There is a spatial storm violently moving in the crack, but it seems to be suppressed by the invisible sword energy, unable to penetrate this world at all.

Everyone froze.

"Is this... splitting the world we live in?"

"It is said that there are those who have the ultimate practice can ascend to immortality. Will there be an immortal world after this black crack?"

"Impossible, how is this possible!"

"Is this the power of Senior Brother Zhanhong? No, it's not Senior Brother Zhanhong, it's the Zhuxian Sword Platform! This is the power of the Zhuxian Sword Platform set up by Daoist Qing Hui!"

"Terror, horror beyond the cognition of the world!"

"..."

The disciples of the Qiongyu Sword Sect regained their composure after being stunned, discussing in disbelief one by one.

However, no matter how unbelievable it was, the facts were right in front of our eyes.

Cheng Xiaocheng stared blankly, and suddenly turned his head to look at Zhou Yimo who was frozen in midair.

She suddenly understood.

It's not that Zhou Yimo doesn't want to move or speak, but that his body has been cut into nothingness, and only the last scene of his life remains in place.

"I'm afraid...even the founding master of my Qiongyu Sword Sect can't cut such a terrifying sword..."

Cheng Xiaocheng looked down at the young man standing quietly in front of him, feeling extremely shocked.

However, at this moment, Zhan Hong turned his head slowly, looked at the phantom of the sword intent in the east, bowed and said, "Thank you, Daoist Qing Hui, for borrowing the sword!"

Only then did everyone realize that it wasn't that Zhan Hong was too strong, but... Daoist Qing Hui was too unbelievable!

Who would have thought that even if Daoist Qinghui was not in Qiongyu Mountain, he would still be able to borrow this sword that could cut through the world!

Zhou Yimo, who was frozen in mid-air, shattered inch by inch the moment Zhan Hong turned around.

Like a bubble, it blows away in the wind.

"We... are saved!"

"Zhou Yimo...Zhou Yimo is dead!"

"The Qiongyu Sword Sect did not destroy the sect, but the Scarlet Fire Demon Sect was defeated. It's great, it's really great!"

One by one disciples wept with joy.

They suddenly surrounded Zhan Hong, threw him high into the sky, caught him again, and cheered happily.

...

However, on the Bodhi Cliff of Xiaohanshan Temple, the atmosphere is extremely dignified.

Abbot Xuanci couldn't help standing up, looked at Zhang Ming with fear on his face, his folded palms trembled, and said, "This is impossible! There is no way to ascend in this world, how can you break the shackles of heaven and earth!?"

Zhang Ming was taken aback by his words.

What do you mean, can't this world ascend?

Then what happened to the reincarnated or broken immortal gods like Li Changshou and Guo Xiang, the fairy world was shattered?

He couldn't help but asked in doubt: "Master Abbot, may I ask why there is no way to ascend in this world?"

Xuanci's eyes were fixed.

"It's no secret. Although my Xiaohanshan Temple is not the top sect in the world, I have heard that no one has ascended to the heavens in the past three hundred years, regardless of the three sects or the cultivation forces outside the Jin Dynasty."

He hesitated for a while, and finally said, "As for the reason, the old monk has a low level of cultivation and cannot know."

Zhang Ming narrowed his eyes.

Ascension?

What realm must one reach to soar?

Why can't they ascend?

If he couldn't ascend, where did the most powerful person in this world go for the past three hundred years?

Happy in the world, living in deep sleep...

Or reincarnation?

At this moment, although he defeated Xuanci in the debate, more doubts arose in his heart.

Even, why did I come to this world, what is the origin of the system, what kind of mission or purpose does it have?

Everything has become an unexplainable mystery.

"Don't worry, all the secrets in this world are destined to be revealed as I move forward."

Zhang Ming thought to himself.

Then, he raised his eyes to look at Xuanci, and asked: "Master Abbot, now in this debate of cause and effect, the poor have won four battles and four victories, do you have anything to say?"

Following his question, the waterfall outside the cliff suddenly shook, breaking into pieces of dust and falling down.

And Xuanci who was standing under the bodhi tree also trembled and spit out a big mouthful of blood.

Everyone couldn't help exclaiming: "Abbot Xuanci!" "Brother Abbot!"

Xuan Ci shook his head with a lonely expression.

He clasped his hands together and said: "The karma here starts with me and ends with me. Daoist Qing Hui, it is the old man who has lost, and it is your responsibility to suppress my karma!"

After finishing speaking, the breath on his body fell one by one.

In a corner where no one could see, the cracked Buddhist altar collapsed in an instant.

If the path of cause and effect is defeated, the path of practice is broken.

The day of Dao collapse, the time of fate.

Xuanci "kicked" and sat down on the futon, wrinkles grew rapidly, and his body became extremely old.

The eyes of Xuan Ji, Xuan Yin and Xuan Nian showed sadness.

An extremely strong man at the peak of the Yang God Realm was defeated.

He was not defeated in a head-to-head confrontation, but in his own moral struggle, and all his obsessions were wiped out.

What a tragedy!

In an instant, there was no trace of cultivation on Abbot Xuanci's body. At this moment, his face was pale, like a late old man, breathing hard.

"Daoist Qing Hui, there is still one thing I don't understand. The sword platform in Qiongyu Mountain was arranged by you?"

He still can't figure it out.

Why can the sword platform be borrowed thousands of miles away, and why can it break the shackles between heaven and earth.

Qing Hui, do you really understand...

what does that mean?

The most powerful people in the world have been trapped on the road of ascension for three hundred years. If they know that there is someone in this world who can break the shackles of heaven and earth, they will definitely come to you and try to ascend to immortality.

This is a major event that changes the pattern of the world, and it is also a trouble that cannot be shaken off!

Zhang Ming didn't realize what happened yet.

He just nodded slightly, and said: "That's right, this Jade Immortal Sword Tower is indeed set up by the poor Taoist."

"However, this sword is not a real sword, it's just a sword intent left by my patriarch Lingshu Guan. If it wasn't left by the predecessors, how can it be called the word 'bearing'!"

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