Changming looked up and couldn't help but be taken aback again, it was nothing else hovering in the air, it was the Chunjun Sword that should have been in the scabbard. "It's ...... Is this the legendary Imperial Sword Immortal Technique?" Changming couldn't believe it.

Most of the people who walk the rivers and lakes have heard that Mr. Storyteller has talked about various wild history legends of the Shushan Flying Sword. There are even rumors of encountering immortals or ghosts in the mountains and wilderness, but most of the listeners are just talking about it after dinner, but they didn't expect to see with their own eyes today that all kinds of legends are indeed true. "So, how high is this old way?" Chang Ming silently asked this question again in his heart.

Qing Xuan's sword pointed together, and where the fingers pointed was the position where the pure jun sword hovered in the next moment. The old Dao's fingers are like the wind, and the pure sword is flying up and down, like a golden dragon churning around the body, and the golden light is revealed from time to time, cold and sacred. At this time, Changming's eyes were stunned, as if he was completely stupid, and he would only stare at Qingxuan blankly.

Qing Xuan snorted coldly, and suddenly pointed to the sky, and the Chunjun Sword was like a whipped wild horse, and suddenly exerted its strength, heading straight to the sky. In an instant, he disappeared without a trace, and disappeared into the clouds. Qing Xuan didn't raise his head, let go of the sword finger of his right hand, raised his left arm, drew a circle on his chest, and his palm swung down like a water wave, and the circle showed a chaotic color, as Qing Xuan's palm was divided into two halves, just like chaos evolution Taiji. Such a Taiji diagram rotated on the spot in front of Qingxuan's chest.

Qing Xuan looked at it coldly, twisted the lotus flower in his hand, and silently recited the magic in his mouth. As he chanted the Qing Xuan Method, the Tai Chi on his chest slowly turned, gradually evolving into the Eight Trigrams. Heaven, earth, mountains, rivers, water, fire, wind, and thunder are divided into eight directions.

After Tai Chi evolved the Bagua, Qing Xuan suddenly put his left palm together and slapped one palm on the Bagua diagram on his chest. "The wind is coming!" Qing Xuan shouted, and the courtyard that had no waves in ancient and modern times suddenly felt a hint of wind. At first it was only a little bit, and then there was the sound of leaves sweeping the floor, and the wind was blowing, and the robe that blew so well was that it was tightly pressed against his body.

Changming narrowed his eyes and looked at Qingxuan like a god. Qing Xuan didn't care about the situation in the outside world at the moment, and almost closed his eyes. Only the whirring sound of Qing Xuan's Dao robe being blown by the wind was left in the air, and Qing Xuan's right hand hanging on his chest pinched an orchid print. Qingxuan's ears were tilted sideways, listening to the flow of air in the wind, as if all the changes in the surrounding celestial phenomena were under control. Changming suddenly felt that the environment seemed to be a little abnormal, and looked up at the sky, the sky that was originally as clear as a wash and cloudless was now covered by thick dark clouds.

Originally, the dark clouds were only a small clump, but then, the surrounding clouds seemed to be attracted to this side of the sky. And if you look closely, you can see that the dark clouds in the sky are not just gathering, but slowly rotating around a center. Looking at it again, Changming was shocked again, and the center around the dark clouds was clearly above Suifu.

"Isn't this an immortal technique that calls for wind and rain?"

And Qing Xuan pinched the magic trick in his hand and was silent, the drastic changes in all things seemed to be completely unexpected, and Qing Xuan suddenly shouted in a low voice, "Edict!"

As soon as this edict was made, the heavens and the earth immediately changed color. Suddenly, a muffled sound came from above, like a muffled thunder. When Changming looked up again, the scene in the sky was completely different. The center of the dark cloud, which was originally dark ink, unexpectedly showed a strange bright gold, an extremely small point, very dazzling.

"What is that?" Changming seemed to guess something, but he was still puzzled and couldn't believe it.

Qingxuan pinched the orchid's right hand but gradually let go, accompanied by the gradual subsidence of this shijie. The wind stopped, and the oppressive feeling between heaven and earth faded faintly. It's just that the dark clouds are still condensed in the sky, the sky has not cleared yet, and it is still dim and dark in all directions. ...,

Not knowing Weishenme, Changming's heart became more and more nervous. The wind is not light, the clouds are not light, and everything seems to have not yet begun. In this gloomy weather, the hall is even more gloomy, as if an ancient evil lurks in the unknown darkness.

As if he felt a pair of hidden eyes peeking at him, Changming shivered a few times, his scalp tingled for a while, and he unconsciously took a few steps back.

Lao Dao put down his right hand, and also opened his half-closed eyes, staring at everything in front of him. His eyes were full of depth, as if he could accommodate all the waves in the world.

Just staring at it, the earth-shaking momentum before has also dissipated like the wind. But in Changming's opinion, although he didn't understand the spells cast by the old way, he also knew that what he had just done was just the beginning, and now it seems that everything is calm is the real accumulation of momentum, and what will happen next may be even more unbelievable.

The robe that was blown by the wind fell, but Qingxuan's face became more and more solemn. The right hand keeps changing in front of the chest, pinching one seal after another. "The Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, the same as my order. The heavens are magnificent, punish the evil and destroy the demons! Urgent as the law of the old king. Qingxuan muttered. The sound was not loud, but in Changming's ears, it was like a giant hammer strike. But it's not entirely because of awe, but because of some nervousness, the legendary immortal art that controls thunder and lightning really exists, and it is performed right in front of his eyes. For an ordinary martial artist like Changming, it is simply unimaginable.

"Snort-" As if the sound of the cloth tearing came from above, Changming was stunned for a moment, and looked up with some confusion. A little golden light shone through the center of the thick dark clouds, and this golden light came with an unparalleled momentum. The sound of "snorting" is the sound of it rubbing against the air. The golden light snaked down, and from a distance, it looked like a golden dragon breaking through the Heavenly Gate and the Nether.

The dragon's body bends in the air, forming a landscape of the dragon's tail swinging. Changming was dumbfounded, unable to say a word, and even forgot to take a few steps back, and was bent by the power of mid-air, and half-squatted on the ground. Although he knew that he was embarrassed at this time, Changming struggled to raise his head, not wanting to miss this once-in-a-lifetime moment.

"Bang!" There was a loud bang, and the golden light had already pierced through the roof of the Suifu Hall and hit the coffin in the center with unmistakable accuracy. The golden light that was still fleeting just now suddenly stopped, and this huge contrast between the front and the back made people extremely uncomfortable. After the deafening noise cleared, there was a faint sound of a sword.

As I watched from the voice, a quaint pine-colored sword that was half submerged in the coffin trembled incessantly. The golden light just now was nothing else, it turned out to be the pure Jun sword that was sent into the sky by the Qingxuan Imperial Sword just now.

However, Qing Xuan didn't even look at it, as if it was all under his control. Qing Xuan's right hand stretched out the finger of his sword and drew a circle in front of him, another Taiji-like figure. Then, he withdrew his finger and drew a mysterious spell on the palm of his left hand. Looking up at the sky, the dark clouds rolled, more dense and more gloomy.

"Lead!" Qing Xuan drank again, the vermilion mark in his left palm gradually became brighter and brighter, while the haze in the sky became thicker and thicker. Qing Xuan's original ancient and modern eyes also became shining.

"Boom!" A loud sound that pierced the heavens and the earth, like a thunderbolt in the ears, the strong sound can arouse the most primitive fear in people's hearts, Changming covered his ears to be better. But when his ears were fine, he felt that his eyes were stimulated by the strong light, and this side of the world was filled with silver-white light, and the silver-white horse training fell from the sky, and it fell on the pure Jun sword in the slightest.

"It turns out that this old sword went to heaven to use metal to guide thunder. Changming vaguely guessed the old way's thoughts, everyone in the world knows that the heavenly thunder is the most yang and strong thing, and it has the ability to destroy all the demons and evils in the world. But the theory is so, this secret method of guiding thunder and imperial sword is still Changming dumbfounded. ...,

Ordinary thunder and lightning are only a fleeting time, but this time it is very different, the whole silver electric chain connects the heavens and the earth and writhes incessantly, like a white snake in the water. The explosion in my ears gradually dissipated, and only the sound of the "zizi" electric current breaking through the air remained.

Changming squinted his eyes, for fear that the heirloom of the Sui family would be destroyed by the heavenly thunder, but the divine sword was the divine sword, and it was not unusual to be directly hit by the incomparably hot thunder and lightning, on the contrary, the sword body trembled uncontrollably, and a slight sword groan was emitted. Moreover, there was a golden halo around the sword body, which was somewhat illegible under the strong light of the electric current.

"Close" Qingxuan said in a low voice, although the voice was not loud, but it sounded extremely clear. The thunder and lightning suddenly flashed, and Changming couldn't hold on and closed his eyes. When he opened it again, the heavens and the earth had returned to their original state. The dark clouds that had been hazy in the sky dispersed, and the whole sky returned to the sunshine it should have been at noon, as if everything that had been unthinkable just now was just his hallucination, and nothing had happened.

Even Changming was a little skeptical that all this had happened, and when he saw the roof of Suifu with a hole in it, he finally confirmed that he was not mistaken. This old man in front of him really did the thing of calling the wind and rain, and the sword and thunder.

But when he saw the hall, he was startled, and the pure Jun sword was inserted in Suitian's coffin. But at this time, I don't know what kind of noon darkness filled the hall, and I couldn't see anything. "This, what the hell is going on?" Chang Ming looked at Qing Xuan in confusion.

Qing Xuan stroked his beard, his face was cold, his eyes were ancient and modern, and he couldn't see anything.

"I didn't expect that the evil obstacle had not died out under the masculine power of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, and now it was about to break through the formation, and the darkness in the room was full of illusions it had created. Don't worry, wait for the poor road to enter and take a look. ”

"Hmm......" Changming hesitated for a moment, "Dao Chief, can you let me go in with me?" I want to see the bones of the old man." ”

"You?" Qing Xuan was stunned for a moment, staring at Changming from top to bottom again, his eyes showing a taste of thought, but he couldn't see what he was planning. "It's okay, when the time comes, you will follow me, and remember not to move. ”

"But I'm afraid you won't be able to see the bones. I'm afraid that I have already been taken away by that evil obstacle. ”

"What is that?" Changming is not one of them, so he doesn't know what this means.

"It is the nest of magpies occupied by the dove of evil. After all, Brother Ling is also an innate master, and he already has innate qi in his body, although it is not much, but it is a great supplement in terms of more than seriously injured obstacles. Okay, now is not the time to speak, you follow me, remember to hold your breath later, and be careful. Qingxuan's tone was still so light, but the speed of his speech was three points faster than usual, and it seemed that the situation was indeed urgent.

Qingxuan turned his head, glanced at Changming, and walked straight into the hall without speaking. Changming received Qing Xuan's eyes, didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly followed.

The threshold in front of the hall was like a barrier separating the two shijies, and as soon as Changming took half a step, he felt that the phantoms in front of him were flying, there were half-dissolved lustful women, and there were hanged ghosts with tongues up to three inches long and a cloak exuding from their heads, and there were bursts of sly laughter in his ears, and his scalp was almost about to explode. Changming was almost paralyzed to the ground, and he couldn't say anything about the remaining half a step.

"Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!" suddenly a trumpet sounded in his ears, and a flower appeared in front of him, and when he saw it clearly, those ghosts and smiles all disappeared. Changming then stepped his other foot into the door.

As soon as he raised his head, he met Qing Xuan's indifferent eyes, and the fear and panic that were originally full of Changming's heart spread out like dark clouds in the sky, leaving a cool and cool warmth. Qing Xuan looked away when he saw that he had returned to normal, Chang Ming knew that he would fall for the evil art of zombies if he was distracted, and remembered Qing Xuan's advice, so he was busy holding his breath and concentrating, and his qi was stored in the dantian.