Recently, a piece of news quickly spread throughout the world of cultivation. Mr. Twelve of the Academy defeated the Buddha Sect and walked seven times outside the Hanging Temple. A few days later, he defeated the Taoist sect and walked outside the Nitang. Ye Su's sword.

Whether in the mud pond or the Hanging Temple, it is a place with few people. Ye Qi defeated Qi Nian and Ye Su was not a glorious thing for the two sects of Taoism and Buddhism. Logically speaking, this matter should not be known to outsiders, but first started from the Western Wilderness, the news spread among the nobles of the Right Treasure Royal Court, and then spread in the Great Wilderness, and finally the Tang Kingdom and Xiling.

No one doubts the truth or falsehood of this news, because the Taoist sect did not speak, and the Buddhism did not speak, and it is a pity that he did not speak out, so he agreed that Mr. Twelve of the Academy was a college that he had only entered two years ago. He was a disciple of the Taoist sect before. There were rumors that he had become a demon and rebel. Nothing is important. The most important thing is that the other party was only in the 14th and 5th century, but he could defeat Ye Su, who had been famous in the world of cultivation for many years. Qi Nian, would there be another madman in the academy appear?

Southern Jin, Jiange.

Liu Bai sat in a pavilion and listened to his junior brother Cheng Ziqing telling the recent hot story in the world of practice.

"Twelve Academy? Not Li Man-man, nor Jun Mo?"

Cheng Ziqing nodded solemnly and said, "Yes."

Liu Bai said quietly for a moment, "I haven't seen Qi Nian before, but he dared to swallow his tongue and practice the Buddhist sect and keep silent. I think he should be an amazing disciple of the Buddhist sect. Last year, I met Ye Su. He was only one step away from being able to reach the threshold of the five realms. It's also amazing."

Although Liu Bai's words praises the world of the two sects of Taoism and Buddhism, his tone sounds very calm, and it seems to be commenting on these two people.

Cheng Ziqing is the second largest master of Jiange. His realm is in the first realm of Zhiming. He is very clear about the realm of his senior brother Liu Bai. He has long been able to break through the realm, but for some reason, the senior brother did not choose to take that step.

"There are rumors outside that he will be the next Ke Haoran in the academy."

Liu Bai looked at the iron sword placed on his knees and said, "There hasn't been such an interesting person in the world of cultivation for several years. Perhaps, I should have met this Twelve Academy."

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The good wine that had opened the yellow nickel seal was not dry yet, Li Kuangshui hugged the wine jar and filled the wine with his master again. He thought of another thing and said, "To be honest, I don't understand very well that Teacher, you will pass on this matter to the world. Isn't this forcing the twelfth junior brother to be the junior uncle of the past?"

The Master looked at the slightly yellowed wine flowing into the bowl and said happily: "At that time, all the practitioners in the world were afraid of your uncle. Now, not many people in the world dared to challenge him."

There are not many people, which means that there will still be someone to challenge the twelve masters. There will probably be no one in the two sects of Taoism and Buddhism to challenge them. Then there is only one person left. Li asked slowly, "Liu Bai?"

The Master brought the bowl to drink, exhaled a sip of wine, and said, "The sword of Liu Bai is very interesting, not only Dahe."

Li slowly understood, shook the wine jar and found that the wine was empty. He knew that in the mood of Master today, he could only drink one jar at most, and put the jar in a corner of the thatched house so that he could make a pickle jar in the future. After that, he picked up a broom dustpan and cleaned the stone slabs that the yellow cow had broken.

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When you open the stone gate of the main hall, it is a wide passage. On the stone walls on both sides of the passage, countless gods believed in by the Demon Sect are carved. The first thing that catches your eye is a stone tablet without words.

Thousands of years ago, after the death of the great priest of Light, he did not erect a monument to praise his merits, but only left an empty monument, which was rated by later generations.

However, this monument was built in the main hall of the Demon Sect Mountain Gate. The people of the Demon Sect regarded him as a god. No matter whether it was good or bad, they would dare to comment on the wordless monument. It is extremely difficult for outsiders to enter the Demon Sect Mountain Gate, and it is even more impossible.

When Ye Qi walked closer, he saw that there were not words on the monument. A line of handwriting that was not falling from dust was engraved on the monument, but not commenting on the great priest of light, but a few words that were arrogant.

The academy Ke Haoran destroys the Demon Sect here.

Ye Qi held the fox and bowed to the stone tablet, and then continued to walk towards the front of the passage. As he gradually penetrated, the corpses at his feet gathered more and more. Perhaps there was no wind in the hall. These corpses were not weathered into white bones that could be broken when touched. The corpses still had hair and shriveled and black skin on them.

At this time, the air in the hall was not pleasant, and there was a scent of rotten smell in the cold. The white fox had already pressed his front paws on his nose and swore in his heart that he would never breathe the air here with his nose.

The passage became deeper, and more and more corpses under his feet became. After walking hundreds of steps behind the stone tablet, Ye Qi came to a room behind the passage.

The room should have been spacious, but now it is occupied by a hill made of white corpses, which looks extremely crowded and narrow.

The white fox suddenly screamed, stretched out his claws and pointed at the center of the hill made of white bones and corpses. There was a man there. The man was so old that his hair and teeth had already fallen off, and his skin was as dry as the bark of an old tree.

He was wearing a monk's robe, but countless years later, the monk's robe had already become ragged. Under the monk's robe, there was no trace of blood and flesh in his body, only bones and skin wrapped around his bones.

The old monk's eyes were turbid, like the mud of spring water, but there was an indelible gentleness in those eyes. He looked at Ye Qi, as if he was puzzled how a young man came to the mountain gate of the Demon Sect that had not been here for decades.

"The lotus has thirty-two."

The old monk grinned with difficulty, revealing his black gums, and then the sound of chains was heard in the hall. It turned out that there were two iron chains running through his abdomen, one end was locked under the mountain of corpses, and the other end was firmly tied to the wall full of sword marks.

"I didn't expect that after so many years, someone will still remember me."

The old monk's voice was as hoarse as an old night owl, but as he spoke, the gloomy air in the hall became much warmer.

Ye Qi walked forward a few steps, and the old monk's appearance became clearer in his eyes.

"It's not that anyone can remember you, it's that I know you're here. In fact, few people in the world of cultivation know you now."

The old monk was not angry because Ye Qi was sarcastic, and continued to say with a gentle tone: "Time is the most terrifying thing in the world. I have been here for decades, and it is hard for the world to remember me again."

"I felt the pure Taoist aura in you, and the academy was unintentional. You entered the academy from Taoism. What's wrong with Ke Haoran now?"

Ye Qi said: "My uncle is no longer in the world."
Chapter completed!