In the depths of Qingyun Mountain, there are two important places. One is the most sacred place of Qingyun Gate, "Huan Yue Dong Fu". A thousand years ago, the brilliant and elegant Qing Ye ancestor closed himself in to comprehend the Tao, from then on, Qing Yun Gate surpassed all others, leading a group of heroes.

  After Qingye Zushi, the Huan Yue Dongfu became the most sacred place of the Qing Yun Men, and for a thousand years, only the leader could enter this place.

  Another place is the ancestral temple.

  As the name suggests, it is a place where the ancestors of Qingyunmen are worshipped. From Qingyunzi, who founded Qingyunmen, to Qingye Zushi and other ancestors, they all have spirit tablets in this ancestral hall, with incense burning every day. Moreover, on important days, Qingyunmen will hold grand ancestor worship ceremonies under the leadership of the gatekeeper, which is also an important event in Qingyunmen.

  However, except for the days of ancestor worship, it is extremely deserted. When Lin Jingyu led the four demonic cultivators to run into this place, he saw a vast empty space with a magnificent temple standing tall, with flying eaves at the four corners, glazed tile roof, ancient door plate and red pillars, as if they were all telling the history of the past in this quietness.

  Waft after waft of faint smoke drifted out from the depths of the somewhat dark and mysterious temple, where candles flickered and lanterns swayed gently in mid-air. Yet, apart from an elderly man dressed in simple attire sweeping the floor silently in front of the temple, not a single soul was to be seen.

  At this time, a hurried footsteps was heard, and the old man slowly raised his head and looked over here.

  Lin Jingyu's heart was filled with regret, he had only wanted to lure these demonic sect members away from the Fantian Cave Mansion first, but unexpectedly, he had mistakenly entered the Ancestral Temple, where the ancestral tablets of the past generations were enshrined. If they were destroyed by the demonic sect, he would truly be unable to escape his guilt even if he died a thousand deaths!

  At this thought, Lin Xingyu suddenly stopped in his tracks, the Dragon Slayer Sword held horizontally in front of him, and turned to face the pursuing fake Officer Gao and others.

  At this time, a flock of birds suddenly took flight in the distant woods, making a loud noise.

  Lin Jingyu's heart skipped a beat as he looked in the direction where Zhang Xiaofan was, and couldn't help but feel a wave of worry. But ultimately knowing that the great enemy was in front of him, he calmed himself down, concentrated his mind, and secretly made up his mind that even if he died today, he would not let these demonic thieves take half a step into the ancestral hall.

  The Dragon-Slaying Sword seemed to have a spiritual aura, with a bright green light flashing, setting off its master's face, which was extremely resolute.

  The old man sweeping the floor in front of the ancestral hall suddenly looked at the dragon-slaying sword in Lin Jingyu's hand, and his body shook slightly.

  The four people from the demonic sect looked at each other and burst out laughing. These people were obviously not low-ranking in the demonic sect, and with one glance, they could tell that this place was an important location of the Qingyun Gate. It seemed that this trip would be very rewarding.

  The fake official, Zhao De Yi, smiled and said: "Little guy, I think you have a good talent. Now that the Qing Yun Gate is at a dead end, why don't you join my sect instead? I guarantee that you will rise to great heights in the future!"

  "Pfft!" Lin Xingyu felt a wave of disgust in his heart, let out a cold laugh, and ignored him.

  The fake official, Jia Zhan, didn't get angry either. He sneered coldly and said, "Fine, since you want to die, I'll fulfill your wish!" As soon as he gave a signal with his eyes, the other three men in black suddenly attacked.

  Lin Jingyu gritted his teeth, the Dragon Slayer sword undulating with a blue glow, held horizontally in front of him. The three black-clad men's magical artifacts were: one was a yellow flying sword, another was a sturdy and majestic long spear, and the last one was the most bizarre and frightening, made from several human bones, a white bone sword that emitted an eerie aura.

  Lin Jingyu fought one against three, gritting his teeth and fighting bitterly. The green light of the Dragon Slaying Sword flashed back and forth as he defended his ground, not retreating even a little, but gradually falling into a disadvantageous position.

  Lin Jingyu was a young man who entered the Qingyun Gate, with exceptional talent. The Master of Cangsong Dao valued him greatly, not only teaching him wholeheartedly but also passing on to him the powerful Dragon-Slaying Sword, which had a great reputation. It is unknown whether he saw in this young man the shadow of someone he admired in his past.

  Lin Jingyu did not disappoint Master Cangsong's painstaking efforts. In just a few short years, relying on his exceptional talent and the deep-seated desire for revenge in his heart for his parents, his Dao cultivation made rapid progress, and he became one of the outstanding young disciples within a few years.

  No matter how hard he worked, his cultivation was ultimately limited by time and couldn't be too aggressive. At this moment, facing the three black-robed demonic cultivators, the one in front with the long spear kept striking down, while the flying sword on the side aimed for a sneak attack; even more troublesome was the white bone sword, its dark energy cold and eerie, under the control of that demonic cultivator, it appeared and disappeared suddenly, every time he blocked it, the dark energy would surge forward, causing him to involuntarily take in a breath of cold air, his whole body trembling.

  After dozens of rounds of bitter struggle, Lin Jingyu, despite defending with all his might, was gradually being pressed down by the three men in black, and as he was about to be defeated, he retreated a step.

  The fake official standing behind him let out a cold laugh.

  At this moment of retreat, he couldn't stop his footsteps. The three men in black were greatly invigorated, their magical treasures all appeared, and Lin Jingyu was drenched in sweat, continuously retreating, wanting to stand firm but unable to do so.

  Suddenly, the mysterious white bone sword disappeared, Lin Jingyu was about to block the long spear that was smashing down on his head, and then he swept away the flying sword that was sneaking up from the side. Unexpectedly, his foot felt a sharp pain, and he couldn't stand still. It turned out that the white bone sword had somehow drilled into the ground, moved stealthily, and suddenly slashed a big gash on his right leg, with blood flowing down.

  Lin Jingyu let out a loud roar, and the Dragon Slayer sword slashed down through the air, colliding with the White Bone Sword. The two swords clashed with a faint spark, and the owner of the White Bone Sword was instantly knocked back. A fine crack appeared on the surface of the sword.

  The man from the demonic sect who wielded the White Bone Sword felt a pang in his heart and hastily retrieved it for a closer look. However, by then, the other two's magical artifacts had arrived, bringing with them a chilling gust of wind. Lin Xingyu found himself on the brink of death, using the last vestiges of his strength to raise the Dragon-Slaying Sword horizontally above his head.

  A loud "boom" shook the air, and a strange light flashed wildly, with sparks flying everywhere. It was unclear where this explosive power came from. The Dragon-Slaying Sword barely blocked these two treasures, but Lin Jingyu's vision went black. In that fleeting moment of confusion, he suddenly saw the fake Shangguan Ce, who had been standing far away just a moment before, now standing right in front of him with a sinister grin on his face.

  Lin Jingyu was shocked and lost his color, but before he could react, a sharp pain pierced through his chest, a sharp force broke through all his defensive techniques.

  "Ah!"

  Lin Jing's sword let out a loud whistle, and he flew out, spitting blood from his mouth. He couldn't even hold onto the Dragon Slayer Sword, which spun in mid-air before landing with a thud, embedding itself into the ground right in front of the old man sweeping the floor.

  The blue light revolves and gradually fades away.

  Lin Jingyu's temperament had always been strong, but when he lowered his head to look at his chest, he saw that amidst the blurry blood and flesh, the actual wound was only the size of a fingertip. However, at this moment, a sharp energy suddenly surged into his body, like a thin needle recklessly piercing through his internal meridians, causing unbearable pain. He tried to get up again to face his enemy, but unexpectedly, his legs softened and he couldn't stand up!

  He was panting heavily, while on the other side, Xiang Jia and others were laughing loudly, extremely pleased with themselves.

  "Little guy, how's that? I only used 50% of my magical power and you're already beaten to this state. Don't you hurry up and surrender?"

  Lin Jingyu's face twitched with muscle spasms, clearly in extreme pain, but the impending disaster made him even more anxious. Thinking of the ancestral temple behind him, he somehow found the strength to struggle and slowly crawl up.

  The Mo Jiao and others did not stop him, but instead watched from the side like a monkey show, looking at the commotion.

  The sharp pain in his heart was like a wave crashing over his head, Lin Jingyu hadn't even stood steady when another dizziness hit him. He turned his head and panted heavily, stumbling towards the dragon-slaying sword in front of the old sweeper, gasping: "Old man, it's dangerous here, you must leave quickly..."

  That old man looked like the one who swept the ancestral hall of Qingyunmen every day, with a dry face and deep wrinkles on his face as if they were cut by a knife. It's strange to say that Lin Jingyu and the demonic sect had a big battle, but he stood quietly on the side watching, neither escaping nor speaking.

  At this moment, he only saw him glance at Lin Jingyu's chest and suddenly said faintly: "Liren Zhui! You are Zhou Yin, the assassin of the Longevity Hall of the Demon Sect?"

  The four Mo Jiao people's smiles froze, and the fake official's expression suddenly turned cold. He said, "I didn't expect there to be a high-ranking person here. Indeed, I am Zhou Yin. And who are you?"

  That withered old man did not answer him, and instead said to himself: "The Departed Soul Awl was originally a magical treasure of the Demon Sect, with immense power. But falling into the hands of someone as despicable as you, it has become nothing more than a tool for assassination, truly humiliating this precious artifact!"

  Zhou Yin was furious, but for the time being, he couldn't figure out the mysterious old man's identity. Seeing that although he looked frail, his tone of voice was intimidating, Zhou Yin felt a little uneasy in his heart and angrily asked: "Who are you?"

  The old man sighed and said, "Who am I? Ha ha, even I myself have forgotten who I am..." As he spoke, his face was filled with sorrow and his tone was full of desolation. He then turned his head to Lin Xingyu, who was standing stunned beside him, and said, "Child."

  Lin Jingyu was startled and hastily said: "Yes, senior."

  The old man looked him up and down a few times, seemingly revealing a hint of a smile, and said: "Whose disciple are you?"

  Lin Jingyu suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of reverence for the old man, and he said in a low voice: "I am a disciple of Longfeng Cangsong Dao..."

  Just as he was halfway through his story, he suddenly remembered that Qingyun had been betrayed by Cang Song Dao Ren. A strange feeling surged up in his heart, and he felt a pang of sadness, unable to continue speaking.

  The old man nodded and said in a low voice: "It's Cang Song! He has a good eye for taking on apprentices, heh heh."

  All he saw was that his voice trembled as he stretched out his hand to grasp the Dragon-Slaying Sword, which was inserted upside down in the ground before him.

  Lin Jingyu watched him with slow movements, suddenly a tension, as if his heart was also looking forward to something, and he involuntarily held his breath.

  Those withered and aged palms, who knows how many storms they have experienced, when he once again came into contact with the hard and icy hilt, then, grasped it tightly!

  Inside the ancestral temple, a faint and mournful sound of bells and drums suddenly came out.

  "Choked up"

  Suddenly, the originally dim Dragon-Slaying Sword soared with a green aura, its radiance was like the scorching sun at high noon, dazzling but impossible to gaze directly! The old man slowly pulled out the Dragon-Slaying Sword, and with each inch it rose, the sword seemed to be trembling with excitement, the dragon's wail unceasing, the shocking sound that shook people's souls reverberated, piercing through the nine heavens.

  The old man straightened up, slowly placing the majestic dragon-slaying sword in front of him, and gently stroking it with his hand. The hands that had been eroded by time and had grown calluses were as gentle as if caressing a beloved woman.

  The Dragon-Slaying Sword whizzed, and even Lin Jingyu and the Demon Sect's people, who were far away, felt the sudden and spiritual excitement of the sword.

  Lin Jingyu stared at the Dragon-Slaying Sword in astonishment, almost unrecognizable as it emitted an unparalleled brilliant light in the old man's hand. The withered old man grasped the divine sword and transformed into a different person, his invisible aura surging forth like the legendary ancient sword god.

  "Child, you see, the Dragon-Slaying Sword is not used in such a way as yours!" The old man said calmly amidst the surging emerald light.

  As soon as the words fell, suddenly a green light burst out in an instant, and the entire empty space was enveloped in green in a flash. With a sharp whistle, the Dragon-Slaying Sword flew out of the old man's hand, flashing like lightning, and rushed out rapidly.

  The demonic sect people looked at the old man's aura, which was so great that they had been on guard for a long time. At this moment, a shout was heard, and the magic treasure was launched to attack. Only Zhou Yin stood in the back, frowning, but did not take action.

  Those three people almost used the same method as before to deal with Lin Jingyu, the long spear attacked head-on, the flying sword rose, and the white bone sword was about to launch a sneak attack. Unexpectedly, the old man didn't care about the yellow flying sword and the white bone sword at all. The dragon-slaying sword transformed into a towering pillar of light, attacking in a mighty and overwhelming manner. To make the demonic cultivator who wielded the long spear extremely shocked and lose his composure, he hastily raised the long spear to block it. Just as he heard a crisp sound, the dragon-slaying sword cut through the long spear like cutting ice and snow, splitting it into two halves without any hesitation, and then chopped down on his head.

  "Hiss"

  In Lin Jingyu's stunned gaze, amidst the frightened eyes of the crowd, that demonic cultivator was cut in half from head to toe, blood raining down. And almost without pause, amidst the sky filled with bloody mist, at this moment, like a malevolent demon, Green Mang suddenly rose up and charged towards the other two people.

  The flying sword and white bone sword that were originally attacking the old man suddenly lost their courage, how dare they continue to attack, immediately flew back and hastily summoned their magic treasures. However, the dragon-slaying sword was sharp and swift, arriving in an instant, and under everyone's eyes, it violently collided with them.

  Almost without a cry of alarm, the green waves engulfed the two men, and in an instant the sound of shattering rose violently, but it was unknown what had happened to them.

  Lin Jingyu's face was covered in cold sweat, and his mind was almost taken away!

  Zhou Yin's face changed greatly as he stood at the farthest point, knowing that this old man was indeed a formidable and terrifying figure, and that he himself was no match for him. He immediately turned around and flew away.

  Unexpectedly, the green waves surged like a mighty stormy sea, and amidst them, there were even streaks of deep red blood, like lightning flashing by, chasing after him relentlessly.

  Zhou Yindao's path was slightly higher than others, his hand shook suddenly, and a black air flashed, the green light in the sky actually paused for a moment in front of him.

  But in the next moment, Zhou Yin suddenly turned pale and exclaimed: "It's you! You are Wan..."

  Before the words had fallen, the lush green bamboo that filled the space between heaven and earth suddenly pressed down on the struggling black energy, chopping it off at the chest of Zhou Yin.

  Zhou Yin let out a mournful cry and was sent flying far away, clearly dead.

  In an instant, the four demonic cultivators who were just proudly displaying their prowess had all died.

  The sky was filled with green light, and suddenly it was like a long whale sucking water, converging on the Dragon-Slaying Sword, flying back into the old man's hand.

  Lin Jingyu's mouth opened slightly, but he couldn't say a word.

  The old man slightly shook his head, as if he was also sighing about something. He then took a deep look at the Dragon-Slaying Sword in his hand and threw it to Lin Jingyu.

  Lin Jingyu subconsciously caught it, and saw the old man turn around and walk towards the ancestral temple, slowly saying: "Dragon-slaying sword, forged from the extremely bitter land of Wanzai Green Crystal in the southern border, has killed countless evil people. To use this sword, one must be brave and go straight forward, taking the initiative to attack, even if one's cultivation is not enough, one must also have the determination to kill all strong enemies, otherwise it cannot be wielded with its divine power. You should remember this in your heart!"

  Lin Jingyu was shocked, but seeing the old man about to enter the ancestral hall, he suddenly came to his senses and hastily said: "Senior, today the Demon Sect launched a large-scale attack on Qingyun, I beg of you to take action..."

  The old man's body suddenly paused, but he didn't turn around, and said lightly: "Qingyunmen has many masters, and the leader Zhenren Daoxuan is a rare talent in the world. With him here, what's there to be afraid of?"

  Lin Jingyu took a step forward and said sorrowfully, "But, but the Sect Master has already been seriously injured!"

  The old man was clearly startled and quickly turned his head, saying: "Who can hurt Dao Xuan?"

  Lin Jingyu suddenly fell silent. He naturally knew who the murderer was, but at this moment, he wanted him to say the name of Cang Song Dao Ren, and for some reason, it was a wave of sadness, as if saying it out loud would cut off something with that person, and for a moment, he couldn't speak.

  The old man then asked, "And what about Dao Xuan? How is he doing now?"

  Lin Jingyu said: "The Sect Master was seriously injured, but I don't know why he went into the Illusory Moon Cave Mansion."

  "Fantasy Moon Cave Mansion!" The old man's face suddenly turned calm, and after a while, he looked at Lin Jingyu, but it seemed more like he was talking to himself, and sighed: "Qingyunmen, a thousand-year-old giant sect, what are you afraid of?"

  As he spoke, the old man slowly turned around again. Lin Jingyu's face changed color and he exclaimed: "Old predecessor, are you going to watch Qingyun fall into danger without saving him?"

  The old man seemed to have a somewhat melancholic smile, saying: "Youngster, the Qingyunmen Jianpai has been established for nearly two thousand years, how can you know its true strength? Just be at ease."

  Lin Jingyu was perplexed, just as he was about to plead again, he suddenly felt that the originally calm Dragon-Slaying Sword in his hand had become scorching hot, as if it had been stimulated by something. The green light reappeared once more.

  Lin Jingyu stared at the Dragon-Slaying Sword in his hand, suddenly feeling something, and turned his head to look towards the direction of Huan Yue Dong Fu. He saw a magnificent light rising from among the mountain peaks, and the sword in his hand seemed to be pointing there, humming softly.

  "It's finally out! It's finally born!"

  The old man, who was gazing at the same place, had a complex expression of vicissitudes on his face and said in a low voice: "Kid, you're very lucky, soon you'll be able to see the legendary ancient sword that slays immortals!"