The long sword was pulled out of Huan Ming's chest, and Taoist Qingyun seemed to have taken a few steps back because of his excessive force and leaned against the white stone railing.

The black hair, originally tied by a hairpin, was scattered on his shoulders in a mess, and the blood on the Taoist robe of Qingyun Taoist and his hideous face made him look even more terrifying and gloomy.

Blood splashed all over the ground with the sword pulling out, dyeing the sacred temple of sacrifice to heaven into red. The blood flowed along the gullies between the stone slabs and spreading along the corpse, like a big red flower.

As Huan Ming died, Taoist Qingyun opened his mouth and sucked it. The golden talisman that was nurtured from Huan Ming's body turned into a set of golden clouds and was swallowed by Taoist Qingyun in one mouthful.

I immediately saw that the magic power on Taoist Qingyun had become a little stronger, and even golden lights emanated from his body.

And within his soul, an illusory golden talisman is gradually nurturing and taking shape.

“Tick!”

“Tick!”

Taoist Qingyun dragged his long sword, and blood kept flowing down along the sword edge.

Just walking to the stairs of the Temple of Heaven, Taoist Qingyun staggered and fell to the ground.

"Sharp!"

The long sword also landed on the ground together, making a soft sound.

Taoist Qingyun lay on the ground, his shoulders trembling constantly.

After a long time, I slowly got up.

The moment he stood up, his eyes were no longer filled with emotion, and he was as cold as a stone, or as clouds in the sky, rising high.

"If I'm not kind!"

"When all those who prevent me from becoming enlightened!"

Taoist Qingyun, with disheveled hair, walked down the ladder of offering sacrifices to the Temple of Heaven step by step.

"Ant!"

"Ant!"

"All of them are ants!"

Step by step, with blood on the footprints.

Turning a few steps, at the bottom, the two disciples were yawning with flashlights, which were waiting for Taoist Qingyun.

Suddenly, two sleepy disciples stood up and stood straight.

"Welcome to the master down the mountain!" The two of them bent respectfully and bowed to the Qingyun Taoist who was going down the mountain.

The figure walked slowly down, but this time he stopped in front of the two of them. A disciple raised his head without understanding the situation. In the past, Taoist Qingyun would walk back directly, and the two of them were behind him. Why did this time?

But as soon as he raised his head, he met Taoist Qingyun's cold gaze.

After being so scared that he immediately found that Taoist Qingyun was covered in blood, holding a long sword in his hand. At this moment, the sword was stained with blood and was still drooping down.

"ah!"

Before he could scream, he saw the Qingyun Taoist taking a long sword and sealing his throat with one sword.

"Master!Master!"

"No!"

The other man wanted to run, and the Qingyun Taoist sword crossed, and the sword light came out through the sword tip and stroked his neck.

I only saw my head falling down, and my body was still running. After running for seven or eight steps, I stopped, fell to my knees and pounced on me.

After the two of them died, a golden light surged out of their bodies and rushed into the body of Taoist Qingyun.

Taoist Qingyun had no expression on his face, stepped past the headless corpse, and did not see the young man with eyes closed and his eyes wide open, and walked into the temple.

The lights were on in the temple, and most of the disciples had rested. The rest were chanting scriptures in the main hall, some were practicing collectively in the quiet room, and some were punished disciples copying scriptures in the side hall.

When Taoist Qingyun walked in, the two disciples who were guarding the sect had not raised their heads, they were penetrated by two sword lights and immediately fell to the ground.

A boy who looked only seventeen or eighteen years old with Sanyang Guan Daozang, the scriptures in his hand fell to the ground, stained with blood and soaked.

The Taoist Qingyun held a long sword in his hand and walked through the dark front yard and broke into the hall.

At this moment, the oil lamps in the hall were still on, and under the faint light, more than a dozen people were still chanting scriptures.

At this moment, a Taoist who was only forty years turned around and saw a Taoist Qingyun, who was covered in blood, carrying a blood-colored talisman sword, walked in like an evil ghost.

"See... Lord?"

"You...what's wrong with you?"

The horrified scream caused everyone to turn around and look behind them at the same time.

"Official?"

"Blood...blood! That's blood!"

"What's going on? The master?"

"What the hell happened?"

At this moment, Taoist Qingyun disheveled his hair, his magic sword shone with light, and he stepped past the threshold of the hall, and blood dripped on the threshold.

He raised his head and looked at everyone in the hall with cold eyes.

When everyone who met his eyes, he felt that his eyes were like the cold winter wind, which instantly frozen them, and his whole body was involuntarily shaking.

"run!"

"Run!"

"What's wrong!"

Immediately someone felt something was wrong and wanted to escape, but before he could even move his legs, he saw a flash of sword light penetrated their bodies.

Taoist Qingyun stepped up and turned his sword. In an instant, more than a dozen people in the hall, all of whom were different from each other, died on the spot.

More than a dozen corpses fell into the hall, blood splattered the hall, the corpse overturned the candlestick, dyeing the statue of the ancestor red.

Taoist Qingyun carefully wiped the statue of the ancestor with his robe, raised his head, and looked at the statue of Chong Yunzi in longing.

"Only me, only me!"

"The disciples of the ancestors who accept the inheritance!"

"How can you ants insult my inheritance!"

"Today! I will remove all the disciples who have insulted the mountain gate!"

At this time, outside the hall, groups of disciples rushed over and broke into the hall, and immediately collapsed to the ground in fear.

I only saw the hall where corpses were densely packed and blood was flowing.

And their master, the ancestor, was wiping the statue of the ancestor at this moment. When they turned around, their strange eyes made everyone feel endless murderous intent.

I saw that the blood was covered with blood on his clothes, and the blood sword in his hand had already shown everything that happened in the hall.

The disciple who was blocking the door was so scared that he retreated wildly and fled outside.

"The ancestor is crazy!"

"Master is crazy!"

There were shouting outside, and everyone screamed wildly at a loss, and the entire Sanyang Temple was in chaos.

"Murdered! Murdered!" A disciple who had just posted his clothes was so scared that his face was pale and even his shoes were lost.

"The ancestor was possessed by evil ghosts! Kill people everywhere!"

"The ancestor was also possessed by evil ghosts!"

Qingyun walked out of the hall, brushed his fingers over the sword sword, and a light of inspiration immediately soared into the sky and penetrated into the sky.

A wave of fluctuations came up, and the Taolin Spirit Array outside instantly activated, covering the entire Sanyang Temple and wrapped the Sanyang Temple tightly.

At this moment, Sanyang Temple was completely sealed and turned into a dead place.

Taoist Qingyun stepped out of the hall and the courtyard, killing everyone he saw. His sword skills were fierce and fierce, leaving no room for anything.

With a wave of hand, the talismans rushed up, and the entire Sanyang Temple fell into despair and horror. Everyone was escaping from Taoist Qingyun and trying to escape outside, but the entire Sanyang Temple was sealed and they had no choice but to escape.

Wherever they passed, the sword light and talismans rushed up, and the disciples of Sanyang Temple continued to fall down.

Many disciples fell down and immediately a golden talisman light appeared on their bodies, blending into the body of Taoist Qingyun.

I only saw the golden light in the body of Qingyun Taoist, even coming out of his body. In the endless killing, Qingyun Taoist became more and more magical, and his whole body seemed to gradually become an immortal in the killing, turning into the legendary immortal.

Some disciples learned spiritual techniques from the golden talismans, or those who practiced earlier, tried to resist the Qingyun Taoist, but under the sword of Qingyun Taoist, no one could resist it.

"Master! Master! Don't kill me!"

"I am your disciple!"

A disciple who was quite close to him on weekdays knelt on the ground and begged hard, but still couldn't resist the sword piercing his chest. Before he died, he still didn't believe that this was his master, and he was so resolute and cruel.

"Master, let me go, let me go, I will never dare to do it again!"

"Let me go down the mountain, let me go down the mountain!"
To be continued...