After being hit by a demon that fell from the sky

The stone gate of Qingyang Gate has a total of 49 [-] layers, each layer is a layer of enchantment, except for the enchantment, there are countless expert guards in the door, so Qingyang Mountain back then was as solid as gold.

Qingyangmen was founded by the ancestors of Qingyang Mountain after the Great War of Gods and Devils. It has been established for more than 1 years. It can be regarded as the No. 49 gate of the orthodox way.

However, this seemingly unbreakable defense was broken twice in the same year.

The first time, it was He Lan Yanqing who broke through the battle alone and went up the mountain to ask Qing Jue's whereabouts.

The second time, it was a high god who fell into a demon, bloodbathed the mountain gate, and slaughtered tens of thousands of Taoists in Qingyangmen.

Since then, all the Taoist sects have been in a slump, and the cultivation methods since ancient times have gradually been lost. They have never produced any great powers of cultivation, and the Penglai countries are no longer controlled by the Taoist Wangmen. This is another story.

The real name of this god is no longer available, and his original name in the human world has also become a taboo. From now on, the world will only know the demon emperor He Lanjue, but not the Qingjue in the Qingyang Gate.And because all the members of the Qingyangmen were slaughtered, the details of the past events of that year were naturally not handed down.

There are no more Helan Yanqing and Qingjue in this world, and the annihilation of Qingyangmen has become an unsolved case.

Later generations explored it and only thought it was the invasion of the devil world.But it is strange to say that since the Qingyang Gate was destroyed, the passage between the demon world and Penglai was completely closed. In the thousand years since then, not only have there been few traces of Taoist cultivators on the mainland of Penglai, ghosts and ghosts have completely disappeared.

Of course, Zhang Yan who is standing here is completely ignorant of this past, he is struggling to climb the jade steps with Fang Qian.

If you say you're not afraid, that's definitely a lie, half tired and half scared, your calves are starting to tremble.

Knowing that there is a trap ahead, but he can only go into the trap. His mood at the moment is like a prisoner being escorted to the execution ground. While wishing that the road will be longer and longer, or that it will never end, he also hopes that Come quickly and give him a treat.

Illusions are no better than reality. The Qingyang Mountain Road back then, ordinary people really wanted to climb, and it might not be the end of the seven days and seven nights. Ordinary people want to learn from a teacher. This is the first difficulty, but they climbed for a while, and they reached the middle of the mountain superior.

The winding upward jade steps branched out into a small path, and the mountain path further up was submerged in the mist. The two looked at each other, thinking that this was the place, so they changed direction and walked into the path. Not long after, they were covered by flowers. The vision blocked by the tree suddenly widened, and a huge school field appeared in front of the two of them.

This is the place where the Qingyangmen martial arts arena is located, and it is also the place where Yan Qing died.

Zhang Yan had a vague premonition when the jade steps appeared.Now, that hunch has been confirmed.

Thousands of years later, he is no longer Helan Yanqing, he came here again as Zhang Yan, fate is like a ouroboros, the starting point and the ending point tend to one place, for a moment, he can't help but have mixed feelings: "It seems that the manipulation The person in this illusion may still be an old friend that both you and I know."

"It's Qingxi." Fang Qian suddenly said softly.

"Who?" His voice was too vague and deep, and Zhang Yan couldn't grasp the name.

Fang Qian shook his head solemnly.If it's really Qingxi, I'm afraid neither of them will be able to escape, he said with a sullen face, in a low voice: "In a moment, if you have a chance to escape, just leave me alone..."

Zhang Yan interrupted him in disbelief: "What nonsense are you talking about? How could I leave you alone."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a sudden heat on his face, and a drop of foul-smelling liquid fell on the bridge of his nose. He wiped it subconsciously, and there was a dazzling scarlet in the palm of his hand.

Zhang Yan was startled: it was blood rain.

The sky was overcast and cloudy, and the day was like night. The rain became heavier in an instant, and the blood rain was wrapped in a sharp wind, like countless long arrows, shooting at the two of them.

Following the rain of blood, many shadowy figures appeared on the martial arts arena.Zhang Yan took a closer look and found that these people were all wearing Taoist robes, their steps were slow and heavy, as if they were stuck in a swamp, their bodies were riddled with holes, and blood was gushing out from all parts of their bodies, covering every inch of their bodies. The land on the martial arts arena is soaked.

The wandering souls seemed to be unaware of their arrival, and they walked on their own. They were bound here by deep resentment, and they could not escape or reincarnate.He could even vaguely recognize some of these faces.

"What's going on here?" Zhang Yan scanned the entire martial arts arena, the more he looked at it, the more frightened he was, and he opened his spiritual vision with the spiritual power in his body, and the figure was still there, not only the figure, but even the martial arts arena. Entity, but everything is covered with a layer of blood, which looks extraordinarily eerie.

Could it be that they are not in the illusion?

That jade step... He turned his head abruptly, the stone pillars were tilted here and there, moss was growing all over the place, and the towering stone towers had already changed their appearance, revealing their mottled and dilapidated original appearance.

The mirage is definitely not so realistic, this place is really Qingyangmen.

However, how could they cross time and space and come to another world without knowing it?

Fang Qian tugged at his hand: "Zhang Yan, what did you find? What happened to those figures?"

Zhang Yan swallowed, and said with difficulty: "Fang Qian...we may not be on Earth anymore."

"What do you mean?" Fang Qian frowned, "We can still be in the universe if we are not on the earth?"

"No, what I mean is that we may not be in the original time and space, this is not an illusion..." He paused, took a deep breath, "This is Penglai."

Fang Qian was stunned. He opened his eyes in disbelief, looked at the martial arts arena in front of him, and then at Zhang Yan. Even though he had been in danger many times before, time travel was still too exciting, "You mean , We have traveled to Penglai in the short time we walked just now?"

Zhang Yan nodded with difficulty. There are various forms of teleportation formations, and perhaps the jade steps just now are one of them.

"Then how do we go back?"

As soon as the words fell, a gloomy voice sounded: "Since you're here, don't even think about going back."

The voice was old and hoarse, like a low-quality huqin, hoarse and mocking. The tone of the visitor was sighing and moaning: "I have been waiting for this day for too long."

In the special office, the talisman paper representing Zhang Yan suddenly ignited spontaneously with a "stab".The little Taoist priest guarding the talisman immediately jumped up from behind the table and ran into the conference room: "It's not good! Something happened to Senior Brother Zhang Yan!"

Each piece of talisman paper is the incarnation of a monk. Once they encounter an accident, the talisman paper will give a reminder at the first time.

"Can you tell what happened?" Senior Brother Wang patted him on the shoulder, signaling him to calm down.

"This..." The little Taoist was at a loss for words.

Different signs of the talisman correspond to different situations, but the situation of Zhang Yan's talisman is very strange. First, it ignites spontaneously, and after only a few seconds, the flame disappears, and then blood oozes from the center of the talisman, as quickly as a thorn. Spread to the entire talisman paper.

Upon hearing this, Wang Xiaoming immediately took out the talisman paper to calculate Zhang Yan's position, but found nothing.

There are only two possibilities for people who cannot be tracked by the tracking charm, one is the dead, and as for the other, Wang Xiaoming's brows could not help but tightened.

He didn't want to believe that Zhang Yan had already been killed, but, could it be possible that someone could send someone to another world under the eyes of the Special Office?

Before he had time to think deeply, he felt a strong evil spirit approaching.The sky outside the window suddenly darkened.

It was not a dark cloud, but a huge barrier formed by countless gray-black demonic qi rolling and intertwining.

The too intense magic energy has already exceeded the detection limit of the detector, and the compass rotates crazily, like a reed in a storm.

"This...how is it possible?" Even Wang Xiaoming, who has always been calm and calm, couldn't help but be dumbfounded. Chen Hai's protective formation was clearly intact. How did these monsters enter the formation?

Following this old hoarse voice, many ghost figures suddenly appeared on the jade steps.A hand stretched out from the ground with a "swish", grabbed Zhang Yan's ankle, and pulled it hard. Before Zhang Yan could react, the world was spinning in front of his eyes, followed by a sharp pain in his back, and he couldn't hold his hand. He was dragged away from the jade steps in an instant, and he was going to be dragged into the shadows of the school grounds!

"Zhang Yan!" At the very moment, Fang Qian quickly grabbed Zhang Yan's arm.Only then did Zhang Yan recover from the dizziness. He looked at Fang Qian holding his hand, and it turned out to be the injured right hand: "Your hand..."

Fang Qian clenched his back molars, and put his other hand on it: "Don't worry about it so much, don't let go." Even if he didn't know anything about magic, he knew that if he was pulled in, the consequences would be disastrous.The people behind the scenes brought them here, but it was definitely not for sightseeing.

Helplessly, the force holding Zhang Yan was too strong. Even if he exhausted all his strength, the two of them could not resist, and they were pulled inch by inch in the direction of the martial arts field.

On the high platform at the end of the martial arts arena, a figure in a gray robe slowly emerged, and the eyes under the hood cast a cold gaze on the two of them: "Do you feel it? The resentment of those monks killed by you?"

Zhang Yan's back rubbed against the ground repeatedly, his clothes had already been worn to pieces, and his skin was stuck to the rough ground, and his flesh and blood had already been worn away in the blink of an eye.

Cooperating with Fang Qian, he vigorously kicked and grabbed his ghost hand, and finally escaped, but more ghost hands attached to him.

Like flies following the smell of blood, they were attracted by the breath of living people in a swarm.The skinny limbs left bruises on Zhang Yan's limbs.

There is absolutely no chance of winning this tug-of-war.

Seeing the bandage on Fang Qian's wrist slowly oozing blood, Zhang Yan's heartache overwhelmed his fear, and he gritted his teeth: "Fang Qian, let go, you run... run back, maybe there is still a way out... "The channel is not so easy to disappear. As long as you can leave here, you may be able to escape.

"Shut up! Let's go together." Fang Qian almost roared, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead, he tried his best to pull Zhang Yan back, but he could only watch Zhang Yan's hand fall from the His palm slipped out.

But in a short while, Zhang Yan's figure was surrounded by ghosts.

"Zhang Yan!" He was about to catch up, but those ghost hands had already taken a step ahead and held him back.Those ghosts are not rational at all, just scratching and biting, but it is extremely difficult to get rid of, and Fang Qian's skill is really not that good, after a few rounds, the wounds on his body gradually increased, and the ghosts smelled blood Even more excited, with his big black mouth open, he stepped forward.