Mortal bone

Wulaotan, Zangjianping.

Looking at the black clouds like ink dots all over the sky, and the monsters that kept trying to get out of the black clouds, the faces of everyone on Zangjianping were very solemn.

At this time, a large number of Qingxuan disciples, under the leadership of several peak masters, tried to repel those monsters with their swords.

But there are too many of them, and there will always be fish that slip through the net.

For a moment, the entire Qingxuanzong was filled with exclamations and fighting sounds.

"So these demon cultivators have already made two-handed preparations. Knowing that the head master failed to ask the sword, and no one in Qingxuan can control the Immortal Killing Sword Formation, they all came together to commit the crime."

After listening to Huang Que and others' explanation, Xu Taiping finally figured out the ins and outs of the matter.

"Cough, cough, cough... Without the collusion of today, there is no way for them to destroy the Qingxuan Mountain Guardian formation so quickly."

Peak owner Zhao Qian sighed after coughing several times.

Although he knew that Hezhi had rebelled, but at that time his most important thing was to ask the head of the sword, and he didn't have time to think about it, let alone make arrangements in advance.

"Master, I'm going to invite Master Uncle now."

Xu Taiping didn't hesitate any longer, turned around and went to Zangjianping, to Mowang Peak.

But he just took a step, and suddenly sensed a very familiar wave of breath.

Following this aura, Xu Taiping saw a familiar figure walking towards him.

"Elder Sansan?!"

Xu Taiping was surprised.

What surprised him even more was that when he called out this name, Huang Que and others beside him looked at him strangely.

"What's the matter, Taiping, who were you talking to just now?"

The oriole asked puzzled.

Xu Taiping was taken aback for a moment, then he heard Layman Sansan smiled and raised a finger to him, making a silent gesture.

"No... nothing..."

Xu Taiping immediately shook his head, thinking:

"It should be Sansan Layman who used some means to hide his aura and figure, and didn't want these people to see it."

Immediately, Layman Sansan waved at him again, signaling Xu Taiping to follow him.

So Xu Taiping quickened his pace and followed.

But in the eyes of others, at this time Xu Taiping was just running towards the audience alone, everyone thought he was in a hurry to call his uncle.

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Wulaofeng, the peak.

"Elder Sansan, why are you looking for me? Moxiu is about to break through the mountain protection formation, so I have to go find Master Uncle soon."

Xu Taiping, who followed Elder Sansan to the top of the mountain, asked Elder Sansan who was standing on the top of the mountain looking up at the sky with some puzzlement.

"It's fine if I'm here."

Elder Sansan replied calmly.

Xu Taiping, who was in a hurry to find his uncle just now, was awakened by Elder Sansan's words, and secretly said: "That's right, Elder Sansan's swordsmanship may not be worse than that of Uncle Master."

He still remembers the sword in Xianhu Mountain that year clearly.

"Taiping, for some reason, the old man is out of his body. If he wants to kill all these monsters, he has to borrow something from you."

Layman Sansan looked back at Xu Taiping.

"The primordial spirit is out of the body?"

Xu Taiping was surprised at first, then suddenly nodded and said:

"No wonder everyone didn't find you Sansan layman before."

Immediately, he hurriedly asked Sansan Layman:

"Elder Sansan, what do you want to borrow from this disciple?"

"A sword."

Sansan layman said while pointing to Xu Taiping's chest:

"The sword you kept for seven years."

Hearing this, Xu Taiping suddenly remembered that Sansan Layman specially told him not to draw his sword before the sword competition.

Immediately, he suddenly said:

"So... Layman Sansan, you didn't let your disciple draw the sword just because of this moment?"

Sansan Layman nodded with a smile and said:

"That's it."

For some reason, Xu Taiping always felt that Sansan Layman today was a little different from the one he saw a few days ago, and was much more amiable.

"But Elder Sansan, disciple, how can I get this sword out for you?"

Xu Taiping asked with some doubts.

The sword he currently hides with the Hidden Sword Jue is divided into three parts.

One part is the sword intent transformed from what you see with your eyes, what you hear with your ears, and what you understand in your heart.

One part is the sword energy that has been hidden in his Qi Palace for seven years.

One part was the rusty lion that he had raised in the iron gourd for seven years.

According to the essence of Sansan Layman's Hidden Sword Art, it is necessary to combine the sword intent, sword energy and sword, and the three can be combined into one, so that the maximum power can be exerted when drawing the sword.

So even if he wanted to borrow it, he didn't know how to borrow it.

"It's not that complicated, you just need to sacrifice the Rust Lion, and then do as I said."

Layman Sansan walked to Xu Taiping's side.

Just at this moment, a huge minotaur hidden in the black cloud overhead, after avoiding the attack of the monk's flying sword below, it slammed into Wulaotan.

Hearing a loud "boom", at the same time as the demon bull fell to the ground, he took advantage of the opportunity to chop the giant ax in his hand towards the disciples who had not had time to disperse in the stands above the Yunlou.

"boom!"

Amidst the loud noise, a cloud building was split in half by the bull demon.

The few disciples who didn't have time to escape were smashed into blood mist by the huge ax on the spot.

And this is just the beginning.

More and more monsters began to fly down from the black clouds, and more and more monsters fell into Wulaotan.

The disciples of Zhufeng who could barely resist with flying swords just now had to retreat towards Zangjianping under the attack of monsters that were several times stronger than them.

Fortunately, there was Sword Saint Amon in Zangjianping. Even though they were surrounded by monsters, most of the disciples were still protected by the sword energy of Sword Saint Amon, and there was no danger of their lives for the time being.

And this is just a place like Wulaotan.

Xu Taiping saw that there were still many monsters flying towards other peaks after breaking through the mountain protection formation.

Some peak owners had to take people to rescue them.

"Layman Sansan, can I really change the current situation with your sword?"

Xu Taiping asked worriedly.

It was hard for him to believe that just one sword could reverse the current situation.

"To deal with this group of bastards who don't even have a demon master, one sword is enough."

Layman Sansan looked up at the sky with an extremely confident tone.

Hearing this, Xu Taiping didn't hesitate anymore, and immediately uncorked the iron gourd with a "bang", and shouted:

"Rust Lion!"