Mrs. Fox is too serious!

As expected, Qu Yan led the Demon Cult army to the foot of Qingyun Palace on the second day.

Qingliu Town at the foot of Qingyun Palace got the news and evacuated the people early on. When the Demon Cult's army overwhelmed the land, Qingliu Town had already been deserted.

Xuan Qingzi learned of the news that the Demon Sect army had arrived in Qingliu Town early in the morning. He led all the righteous disciples to wait at the foot of Qingyun Palace Mountain, facing the Demon Sect led by Qu Shang.

I saw the sky and the earth changing color and dark clouds pressing down on the surroundings, and the people of the Orthodox and the Demonic Sects held all kinds of magic weapons with solemn expressions, and the battle between the two factions was imminent.

Lan Yiyou was mixed among a group of casual cultivators, she looked up, and there were two guardians standing beside Qu Shang, a man and a woman.

The man's body was shrouded in black mist, and his face could not be seen clearly, but the woman did recognize it, it was Sheng Anran who was dressed in purple.

Xuan Qingzi stood at the head of the crowd, standing side by side with the abbot of Chanyin Temple, behind him were the disciples from Qingyun Palace, Chanyin Temple, Fenghuagu, etc., and the scattered cultivators summoned by him leaned against the last position .

Xuan Qingzi was wearing a wide Taoist robe, the yin and yang fishes on his sleeves were shining with a blue light, and he carried a long blue sword on his back.

In the distance, Qu Shang was sitting on a white-horned elk, wearing a white dress and a light veil covering his face, his glistening eyes cast a fixed glance at Xuan Qingzi, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

Xuan Qingzi flicked his sleeves, and used the method of sound transmission to emit a voice from his belly that echoed in the sky: "Master Qumen, it seems that this battle is inevitable."

Qu Shang bowed his head indifferently, raised his white fingertips lightly, and the black disciples of the Devil's Cult behind him rushed towards him as if they had received an order.

Glancing from a distance, it was like a black mist in the sky, sweeping towards the righteous people at an extremely fast speed.

Xuan Qingzi snorted coldly, his body was suspended in the air, his wide Taoist robe fluttered in the wind, he stretched out his hand and waved, and the long sword behind him flew straight out.It suddenly grew bigger in the air, like a huge sword reaching the sky, sweeping down the black and black demon disciples under their feet.

The giant sword swept across with a dazzling blue light, and some disciples of the Demon Cult, together with the sacrificed instruments, were smashed into a fleshy paste and turned into a blood mist.

Seeing this, the disciples of the righteous way behind him cheered and cheered.

Xuan Qingzi was about to strike again when Qu Zhan suddenly waved his sleeves, and a silver bell rang.A silver-white bell flew out of her sleeve, and flew straight to Xuan Qingzi in the sky.

The giant sword in front of him quickly swelled and wrapped away, Xuan Qingzi quickly avoided it, and when he retracted his hand, the giant sword became smaller and flew back into his hand.

Seeing this, the disciples of the Devil's Cult took the opportunity to rush towards the army of the Righteous Path,

It's just that before he got close, he saw a golden light flashing in front of him.The abbot of Chanyin Temple sat cross-legged, chanting words, countless Sanskrit Buddhist verses turned into small golden characters, floated in front of him, and turned into a golden wall to keep them out.

Qu Shang controlled the bell with his left hand, fighting with Xuan Qingzi.Lifting her right hand lightly, the palm condensed into a drop of dark water, and she flicked it lightly with her fingers.Drops of water suddenly appeared on the golden wall in front of the abbot of Chanyin Temple. When the water drops touched the wall, it was like a stone thrown into the lake. The ripples slowly swayed, and the golden wall suddenly collapsed.

The old monk's expression froze, he stretched out his palm and slapped the ground, his body floated up into the air, and his whole body was glowing with golden light.

Just like a Buddha statue inlaid with a golden body appeared above the sky, the golden light pierced the sky, he opened his eyes angrily, held the magic subduing pestle in his hand, and chanted "return to my Buddha", and rushed straight to the cup.

The white-horned elk climbs up through the air with the cup on its back, its four feet wrapped in clouds and mist, and a white spirit around its neck flutters in the wind, like a fairy beast in the heaven.

Qu Shang sat on its back, dressed in spotless white clothes, with a light wave of his white hand, the elk raised its head to the sky and let out a long cry, the melodious and crisp cry made the rushing golden old monk tremble and back up two steps.

Above the sky, Qu Shang entangled the heads of the two sects with his own strength.

In the underground, the disciples of the Devil's Sect and the disciples of the Righteous Way fought in a melee. The number of Mo's Sect's disciples was innumerable. At a rough look, they were twice as many as the disciples of the Righteous Way.

Lan Yiyou held a soft sword and walked nimbly among the disciples of the Devil's Cult. Obviously, she didn't try her best, and she even focused on the three fighting in the sky.

Mu Chang stood up in a red dress, offering sacrifices to the Nine Dragons Ancient Mirror. Wherever the ancient mirror was illuminated by the golden light, all the disciples of the Devil's Cult slowed down.Her gaze fell on Sheng Anran from afar, and after seeing her cleanly killing two Qingyun Palace disciples with a long sword in her hand, her expression froze, and she rushed straight towards Sheng Anran.

The foot of Qingyun Mountain has turned into a piece of hell, and the disciples of the righteous and the demon sects are like blood feuds, mercilessly beheading each other with all their strength.

However, Yunqing Mountain, thousands of miles away, is peaceful.

In the Yunqing Temple, the burning incense candles turned into light smoke and slowly lifted into the sky, and Jiang Huaishan sat cross-legged in front of the Sanqing statue, with his head down and his eyes closed.

In the wooden house on the other side, the doors and windows were closed tightly, and for some reason, it was pitch black, and only a figure could be vaguely seen sitting on the bed, motionless.

Jiang Xundao sat cross-legged on the bed with a bluish complexion. The skin above her neck and face was no longer fair and soft, but covered with a layer of hard bluish-white scales.

The appearance looks very infiltrating.

In her dantian, the dragon ball has skyrocketed several times, firmly occupying the center, and spinning rapidly, faintly visible golden auras floating from the dragon ball, looking towards Jiang Xundao's four meridians and eight veins. rushing away.

There seemed to be two voices whispering non-stop in the ear, it was an ancient language that Jiang Xundao couldn't understand.

The feeling of the scales growing out of the body is not pleasant, as if they are coming out of the body, piercing the soft flesh, growing out abruptly, and cutting the skin with sharp edges.

In the dark, the Taoist robe on Jiang Xundao's body was soaked with blood, dripping from the hem of his clothes to the ground, soaking the dried blood on the ground again, soaking layer by layer, and the air exuded a strong and pungent smell of blood.

Jiang Xundao pursed his lips tightly without saying a word, and kept drawing the power of the dragon soul from the dragon ball, forcing open the tendons.

The scales on the face pierced the skin at a speed visible to the naked eye, and slowly grew out. There were still a few drops of fresh and gentle blood on the scales.

Until the last piece of scales gathered on her forehead, Jiang Xundao suddenly opened his eyes, the dark pupils were actually covered with golden lines, and she felt a powerful and frightening force gushing out of her body.

The power was so great that it seemed to break through her whole body. The endurance of her body had reached its limit, and the spiritual power in her body was like a double-edged sword, constantly stirring the flesh and blood.

The unbearable pain caused Jiang Xundao's pupils to dilate, and he fell down on the bed with a bang.

The spiritual power on Yunqing Mountain turned into a stream at a speed visible to the naked eye, rushing towards Yunqing Temple.The birds and beasts on the mountain seemed to sense something, they raised their heads to look in the direction of Yun Qingguan almost at the same time, then let out a mournful cry, and fled away restlessly.

In the Taoist temple, Jiang Huaishan opened his eyes with his head bowed and closed. He stood up with his old and tired body bent, with a sad smile on his face.

Jiang Xundao opened his eyes desperately, a ray of light flashed through the golden pupils, and then her body became pale and transparent. The physical body could not bear the huge power in her body, and it almost disappeared between the heaven and the earth without a sound.

"Ah ah ah ah ah..."

Clenching the hand hanging by his side tightly, Jiang Xundao opened his mouth panting for breath, and finally let out a piercing mournful cry. The heart-piercing cry broke through the sky.

A burst of blood mist spread out from the golden pupils, which soon filled the entire pupils.

If she can't control the power of the dragon soul released, she will completely disappear between the heaven and the earth and turn into a wave of spiritual energy.

Unexpectedly, a burst of golden light suddenly burst out from inside the small wooden house. The golden light was like ripples on the sea surface, and soon swept across the entire Yunqing Mountain.

Yunqing Mountain seemed to have stopped suddenly, even the wind was condensed, and a drop of dew from the young leaves on the tree fell in mid-air to freeze.

Just like that, after half a stick of incense, the golden light dissipated, and everything returned to normal.

In front of the statue of Sanqing, Jiang Huaishan sat down again, but this time he turned his back to the statue of Sanqing, but looked at the door.

Jiang Xundao's figure slowly came into view. She was wearing a dilapidated Taoist robe, and her white skin was faintly visible. She walked slowly to the door with bare feet, and looked at Jiang Huaishan with her eyes.

"This day has finally come."

Jiang Huaishan looked up at Jiang Xundao, with a trace of fanaticism in his eyes.It was just like seeing Bai Taki walking barefoot in front of him in the demon forest before he was about to perish.

Jiang Xundao seemed to have an abnormal expression on her face. Her complexion was icy cold, and her golden eyes were fixed on Jiang Huaishan.