The juniors are all bosses, so I can only hang up

Chapter 302 Only One Sword

Qiansha Valley, which is also one of the nine holy places, has no sect established. After all, it is a place guarding Jiuyou. The vitality of the heaven and earth is rioting here, and there is no improvement in practice.

But this is one of the nine holy places, and it is also a place to suppress evil monks between heaven and earth, so several major sects will regularly send people to Qiansha Valley to guard it.

Strictly guard against the outside world, and cover up that this is the passage leading to the Nine Nether Place.

Qiansha Valley is a huge volcano, and above the crater stands a towering city wall, and inside the crater is an endless abyss.

And this abyss is the place leading to Jiuyou, directly to Huangquan.

When a living being approaches this abyss, the soul or the soul will be drawn away until it falls on the road to the abyss.

It is also a place of trial for monks who do evil, and the monks sent here by the major sects are all disciples with not very good aptitude, no hope of breaking out of their bodies for life, and their lifespan is approaching.

Living here in a muddle, receiving a lot of subsidies from the sect, but there is no hope of further promotion.

Until my lifespan is approaching, after my body dies and Dao disappears, I will go to Huangquan,

So the sect disciples who came here joked that they were both jailers and prisoners.

Everyone was sitting quietly on the city wall, waiting for the day when their lifespan was approaching.

And the bottom of the Thousand Sand Valley near here is the place leading to death.

this day.

A ray of green lotus sword light came from a distance, and the monks on the city wall opened their eyes one after another. This kind of momentum was obviously only aroused by great monks.

Could it be that another evil cultivator was overwhelmed by the great monks in the sect and forcibly relieved?

But it didn't arrive at the stipulated good time?Everyone looked up in surprise.

A cyan sword light came from the sky, and fell directly on the city wall with an imposing manner that could not be ignored. The sharp sword intent overflowed and vented, and the monks on the pressed city wall did not dare to look up.

It wasn't until the sword light subsided that everyone raised their heads. A black-clothed monk holding a sword stood sternly on the spot, looking left and right, as if he was looking for something.

This person is Leng Qingsong!

"May I ask which disciple you are from?" An old man with white hair and beard stepped forward and asked Leng Qingsong, clasping his hands.

Leng Qingsong looked at the old man, and softly uttered two words from his thin lips: "Qingyun!"

"When did Qing Yunzong gain such a powerful swordsman?"

"Look at this person's fire of life is so young, it has already reached the realm of a great monk!"

"As expected of my junior, he is almost as outstanding as me back then!"

"Come on, if your old boy has this ability, why come here to look at the sand?"

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Many monks on the city wall breathed a sigh of relief when they heard that Leng Qingsong came from Qingyun Sect.

Compared with Jianzong who looks at people with his nostrils, and Wanfazong who is arrogant and deceitful, strangers in Penglai Xianshan should stay away...

The disciples of all major sects have some characteristics of their sect, but the disciples of Qingyun Sect are relatively easy to get along with.

And the disciples of Qingyun Sect here were even more elated when they heard that Leng Qingsong came from Qingyun Sect. Their own sect had such a genius, and they were really happy for their sect.

The feeling of being watched by so many people made Leng Qingsong feel uncomfortable, but Leng Qingsong still suppressed the discomfort, and asked with restraint: "Where is Jiuyou?"

Leng Qingsong, who decided to come here, just wanted to find his brother, even if he couldn't find him, at least at the place closest to him.

Leng Qingsong didn't know the situation here, even if he hadn't lost his way more than a dozen times, he would have arrived in Qiansha Valley three days ago.

When the old man heard that Leng Qingsong asked Jiuyou directly, his expression paused slightly, and he looked at Leng Qingsong in front of him with some vigilance and asked: "Since your Excellency said that you are from Qingyun Sect, do you have the order of the head?"

Hearing the old man's questioning, the monks on the city wall looked at Leng Qingsong with vigilance, and vaguely surrounded Leng Qingsong.

Pretending to be disciples of the Nine Great Sacred Lands and coming to Qiansha Valley to save people is nothing new these years.

Leng Qingsong took out his waist card and threw it to the old man in front of him, he didn't want to fight with these people in front of him.

These people are not yet qualified to draw their swords, and they can't even take their own sword!

The old man caught Leng Qingsong's waist card and said with a sneer: "I'm talking about the master's warrant, not your waist card. The land of Qiansha Valley is the place jointly guarded by the nine holy places. Without the master's warrant, even Even the disciples of the Nine Great Sacred Grounds cannot easily come here!"

Leng Qingsong frowned slightly, he didn't want to kill anyone today, but why did people always dangle in front of his eyes?

Although Leng Qingsong in front of him is a great monk, and most of the monks here have not broken through to the out-of-body stage, but the seven elders guarding here are all elders launched by various sects to worship!

Everyone is a great monk who has at least the integration period!

So the old man in front of him is not afraid of Leng Qingsong, a seventeen or eighteen year old boy, no matter how strong he is, it is impossible to break through to the upper three realms, right?

This is the world of cultivating immortals, not a world of magic!

Under the stalemate between the two sides, the eyes of Leng Qingsong, who was not good at words and social fear, also turned cold, with his right hand resting on the hilt of his sword, he could only try not to kill anyone!

Seeing Leng Qing let go of his hand on the hilt of the sword, everyone tensed up and silently prepared their own attack.

The pride of being disciples of the Nine Great Sacred Lands will not let them run away. Behind them are elders from various sects to worship!

The old man drew his true energy without hesitation, and issued an early warning towards the bottom of Qiansha Valley.

The auras of the seven strongest rose from the bottom of the valley, and the vast true essence rushed out directly mixed with Dao Yun!

Like a real volcano erupting, a Mahayana, six in one, appeared on the city wall in an instant!

The seven big monks didn't say a word of nonsense, and directly moved towards Leng Qingsong.

Without a warrant from the sect master, if you rashly come to Qiansha Valley, even if you are really a disciple of the Nine Great Sacred Grounds, you will be damned!

Qinglian suddenly appeared in Leng Qingsong's eyes, his calf bowed slightly, and he pressed the sword with one hand, and disappeared in place in an instant.

The moment the attack of the seven great monks reached the front, Leng Qingsong disappeared in place!

When Leng Qingsong appeared again, he was already behind the seven great monks.

Standing in the void, the black robe flutters, and the long sword is sheathed.

At the same time, the six big monks at the fusion stage spurted out a mouthful of blood, and they were suddenly breathless, and their faces were like gold paper.

No one knew what happened, and no one understood what the boy in front of him had done.

The six big monks barely saw it, and a sword light blinked in front of their eyes!

The leading Mahayana monk looked at the wound on his right hand with lingering fear.

As the highest cultivation here, he saw what Leng Qingsong did!

The boy in black drew his sword and charged!

Only one sword!