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After rebirth, Song Qianji is rarely really angry, unless someone pulls out the vegetables and plants he has planted and cared for for a year, or violates his bottom line.

Now this case falls into the latter category.

Song Qianji didn't feel well. Although his "boundary" was nourished by the Immortal Spring and the vegetation of Huawei Mountain, it took a short time to form and was far from the strongest form.

Absorbing so many powerful remnant souls at one time has exceeded the tolerance of the realm.

But he doesn't care, the broken realm can be rebuilt, and the injured can be recuperated.At this time, he has become cruel, and he can't be kind tonight.

"What are you afraid of?" Song Qianji smiled at the trembling Yuan Qingshi, "Am I a living person more terrifying than a group of dead people?"

The black death energy merged into a wave, rushing towards Song Qianji, colliding with the golden light on his body, but was continuously absorbed, forming a huge tornado.

The outer layer was gusty, and ghosts were crying and wolves were howling.The inner layer is golden and full of vitality.

Under the huge impact, "Huawei City" is crumbling.

Yuan Qingshi thought he would die, but Song Qianji had to kill him first to vent his anger.

But Song Qianji said: "Go, go back and tell your master, I will go to pay homage to the mountain gate."

He hurriedly ran a few feet away and couldn't help but look back.

Song Qianji stood in the center of light and darkness, with a calm expression, but his eyes seemed to crawl out of the sea of ​​blood and corpses, looking for someone with a sword in his hand to claim his life.

Like a god and like a demon.

He was terrified by the first glance and dared not look any further.

He spread out his palms, and summoned a miniature sculpture in the shape of Huawei City: "Broken!"

The scenery on all sides was instantly shattered, revealing the real sky.

The east has turned white, and a few sparse stars hang on the still dark night in the west. It is dawn.

The cyan sword light stumbled towards Hua Weizong.

……

The ancestral hall is filled with blue smoke.

The layer upon layer of longevity cards shone with a dim red light, like the wide-open eyes of an evil beast in the night, watching everyone in the hall from all directions.

"I hope there will be less loss this time." Someone regretted, "Hey, killing a chicken with a sledgehammer! No matter how powerful he is, he is only an early Yuanying."

The other peak owners said yes one after another.

"That's wrong!" Zhao Taiji said, "To kill a chicken, you have to use a sledgehammer, once and for all, you will never have any future troubles."

The remnants of ancestors are precious resources.If it is consumed, it can also fly back to the spirit card, and then receive incense offerings to recover gradually.

If the soul is completely scattered, it cannot be regenerated.

As for whether Song Qianji could be killed, they had no doubts, they only felt sorry for the price they paid this time.

Only Xu Yun didn't say a word, frowning slightly.

Late at night is even colder, and the sound is urging people.

He looked at the dimly lit night sky outside the window, feeling some bad premonition in his heart, which he couldn't get rid of.

Qingshi is safe, why hasn't he come back yet?

"No! It's gone!" Suddenly someone exclaimed, "Master's spirit card is gone!"

Zhao Taiji was startled, and said with a sneer: "Look, I said this kid is really capable, how can he kill him without a sledgehammer?"

But with the support of 'Floating City' and 'Revenant', he has two big trump cards, and he is confident, so he doesn't think he is disobedient.

Before the words were finished, the ghostly lights on the wall were flickering, like candles flickering in a strong wind!

"This, what's going on!"

The peak masters of Huawei Sect turned pale in shock.

"Master!" An exclamation sounded, and Yuan Qingshi stumbled into the ancestral hall, his eyes full of horror, confused: "Song Qianji, he is coming, he is coming!"

In the unbelievable silence, there was a crisp cracking sound.

Everyone watched as countless spiritual bits cracked, collapsed, and quickly turned into powder.

The ancestral hall was empty in an instant.

At this moment, Xu Yun suspected that he was hallucinating or dreaming.

"The ancestor's foundation, the ancestor's foundation!" He remained motionless, as if seeing Huawei Mountain collapsed in an earthquake, "It's gone, it's gone..."

People can't stop wind and smoke from passing away, just like they can't stop the passage of time and the changing of times.

The powder flew away with the wind and dissipated without a trace.

Only one altar was left empty.

It is as if a big hand gently wiped away the vicissitudes of history since the founding of the sect and the painstaking efforts of the ancestors from generation to generation.

"Ah—" Zhao Taiji let out an angry roar, "Shuzi dare you!"

When everyone was extremely angry, they even faintly felt fear: Song Qianji can't be killed like this, does this person have an immortal body?

It's fine if he didn't die, but he didn't take the time to escape, dared to kill the remnant soul, and even raised his sword to kill him at the mountain gate? !

Is he crazy?

"Stand up!" Xu Yun turned his head and shouted at the young apprentice, "Get up!"

Yuan Qingshi hurriedly supported the wall and barely stood still: "Song Qianji is not a human being. I saw with my own eyes that he can absorb remnant souls!"

Xu Yun knocked down the altar with his palm: "Whether he is human or not, if he dares to destroy my ancestral hall, a hundred thousand canals are not enough for him to pay back."

It was the first time Yuan Qingshi saw his master lose his composure, and he was instantly sobered up.

Xu Yun said in a deep voice: "Send me an order to summon all the Yuanying elders in the sect, except for those who have traveled far away, retreated, or recuperated the wounded, they will all gather in the Qiankun Hall!"

"Yes, master!" Yuan Qingshi knew that it was not appropriate to start a war at this time, but seeing all the peak masters' eyes red and angry, he had no choice but to respond.

After Xu Yun failed to break through and transform into a god, he failed to find any medicine, lived in seclusion, and no longer took action himself.

Witnessing the destruction of the ancestral foundation with my own eyes tonight, I was so anxious that I couldn't care less.

The bell rang more and more urgently, resounding through Huawei Mountain, announcing that the sect was in danger.

The birds flew in fright, and the beasts roared.

The joy bell was rung yesterday, and now the war bell is rung again.Everyone in the sect looked solemn and uneasy.

The peaks and mountains swayed, and streams of light rose from the sky, cut through the night sky before dawn, and flowed towards the Qiankun Palace.

……

Song Qianji watched Yuan Qingshi's sword light go away, and soon his eyes were covered with a layer of blood mist, and he could no longer see anything clearly.

In the black wave, the shrill roars, strange laughter, and screams almost pierced his eardrums.

The "dead air" is like locusts passing through the sky, and the golden wheat fields are washed away again and again.

The luster is getting darker, the mess is everywhere, and the particles don't exist.

Although he was ready to sacrifice the realm, Song Qianji still had a faint heartache.

"Oh, you're bleeding."

Just at this time, he heard a human voice, and he felt that the voice was exaggerated and extremely underwhelming.

"Who are you?!" Song Qianji bleeds from his seven orifices, his five senses are replaced by pain, but his aura is like a god descending into the world.

He couldn't see the man's face clearly.A tall figure was vaguely seen, striding through the black waves and golden light, standing firmly in front of him.

"I'm passing by." The man circled around him, "Stop it, that's enough."

Song Qianji was agitated by the dead energy.As soon as Yuan Qingshi left, you came running by.

There are many roads, but you want to cross this one?

You can do it, why should I stop first?

"You are from the Huawei Sect!"

The man said with a smile: "It used to be considered."

Song Qianji said angrily: "Go away, don't block my way!"

The man said another word.Song Qianji didn't hear clearly, judging from his tone and experience, it should be a curse word for him.

Then he heard laughter and curses.

The incantations with unknown meanings were spit out from the mouth one after another with a special rhythm, two or three or four words, and then turned into white butterflies.

The struggle between life and death suddenly mixed with a group of dancing spirit butterflies, flying around Song Qianji.

too abrupt.Like this guy who popped up here.

The butterfly passed through the center of the storm, and found different souls to attach to, as if lightly falling on the petals.

The black remnant soul trembled violently, and quickly "faded", turning from black to white.

Jin Guang broke through the shackles, the Immortal Spring exploded with vitality, and Song Qianji's pressure suddenly disappeared.

What kind of weird spell is this? It can suppress even a remnant soul with strong dead energy. I have never heard of it in my previous life.

The man read thousands of words in one breath, and finally chanted: "The soul returns, the dead return to their hometown."

Song Qianji saw a little white fingertip piercing through the golden light, pointing towards the center of his brow.

He didn't feel any malice, but he didn't want to be hit by this unknown person, so he suddenly turned his head to dodge.

At the same time, a sword in his hand stabbed out, not to hurt anyone, but just to force that person to withdraw his finger.

His sword pierced empty.

The man let out a soft "Huh", and his fingers were forced to turn around, still brushing his brow bone.

Very light, but leaves a faint red mark.

The brow bone burned, making Song Qianji startled.

The moment the eyelashes closed, the figure in front of him disappeared.

He returned to his "boundary".

On the scattered golden wheat fields, clusters of white light jumped between the ears of wheat, illuminating the remaining wheat fields.

No resentment.

It turns out that "butterfly" is not a spell, but the name of the remnant soul during his lifetime.

"I know who you are now." Song Qianji touched his brow bone.

You pronounce a hundred names, why not leave your own.

Because your name is the biggest taboo in the world.

……

In front of Qiankun Hall, hundreds of Nascent Soul monks looked solemn and ready to go.

At dawn, the morning wind and mist made their robes flutter.

Xu Yun took out the Zhenshan Sword from the hall and held it in his hand.

The five peak masters followed closely behind.

Today is a big day for Huawei Sect.

Approaching the threshold of the main hall, they suddenly stopped together and their expressions changed.

"The real master... over there, there is a line written there." Someone stretched out his finger and said, "It looks familiar."

In just a short moment, who can leave a message in Qiankun Palace, and they don't realize it?

The raging anger of the peak masters seemed to have been poured with cold water, leaving only white smoke rising.

They didn't dare to go any further, as if that line of writing was a man-eating ghost.

"Could it be that person?" Xu Yun asked in a deep voice.

"……Yes."

Xu Yun said: "Read!"

Zhenshan Baojian breaks all blindfolds, holding this sword, he cannot see what is written on the ground.

Zhao Taiji took a deep breath and said in a low voice: "It's been 200 years since I left. I don't know how you are doing. I know everyone misses me very much..."

Xu Yun said in his heart: "Whoever misses you will miss you to death!"

"But I'm too lazy to see you." Zhao Taiji continued to read.

The words were written with fingers dipped in wine, and there were a few fingerprints beside them, crooked and distorted, like a child's scribbling:

"That kid is my apprentice in name after all. If you kill him like this, I will lose face. Before I die, he can't die."

Holding the Zhenshan Sword in his hand, Xu Yun gasped violently, and suddenly his courage came to him.

He raised his hand and slashed down with a sword!

"There are words again!" Someone exclaimed.

Zhao Taiji leaned forward to take a closer look: "I knew you would use the sword. Not much to say, hurry up, and get together again if you have a chance—"

Xu Yun suddenly shouted: "Quickly shut up!"

At the same time, as the handwriting continued to appear, Zhao Taiji subconsciously said:

"Xian Jianchen wrote it himself."

He woke up with a start, and hurriedly raised his sword to prop up a protective screen.

Too late.

"boom--"

The candles in the hall were extinguished.

The sea of ​​clouds surged, and the thunder was furious!

A thunderbolt slammed down and blasted into the top of Qiankun Palace.

Candles go out, bricks crack, and glass shatters.

The hall collapsed.

The sword energy was aroused by the word "Xian Jianchen", ignoring all the protective formations of Huawei Sect, and instantly razed the entire Qiankun Palace to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the Passing Water Bridge broke, the sea of ​​clouds shattered, and the five-color carp turned into bloody water.

The monks who were preparing to go out fled with their swords and were routed.

The sword lights slanted and slanted, trying to avoid the sword energy in the air, and were knocked down from the air from time to time.

In front of the Qiankun Palace, the Qiankun is upside down.

When Xian Jianchen left his name, he left behind a stream of sword energy.

If Xu Yun didn't make that sword move, Zhao Taiji wouldn't say his name either.

The sword energy on the name will not be stimulated, and the thunder on the top of the temple will not break out.

The sky above Huawei Mountain was covered by layers of smoke and dust, and a sword shadow passed by, which was extremely inconspicuous.

"Still so stupid." The man on the sword smiled and threw down an empty jug.