The darkness of the Demon Ancestor's Dharma is pure darkness, which is different from the darkness of the elder Xishan.

The darkness is not absolute darkness, there is still light, but not obvious, and there are many horrors in it. The moon is dark and the wind is high at night, and when people are killed and set fire.

It is this environment with very little light that can easily arouse murderous intent.

Countless terrifying sounds emerged in Gu Qing's ears, which were the trembling of dust on the ground. The sound turned into substance, and there were countless ghost-like things around him, arousing fear and horror in people's hearts.

The reason why ghosts are scary is not to kill, but to exploit human fear of the unknown.

An old acquaintance of Gu Qing once said that the most terrifying portrait of a ghost is not a green-faced and fanged ghost, but a ghost without a face.

At this time, Gu Qing didn't know what Elder Xishan's sword looked like and what kind of way would he take action. He was unpredictable, unable to grasp it, and unpredictable ghosts and gods.

In fact, there is another nickname for Elder Xishan, which is the Ghost of Qingshan.

His behavior is often unexpected and unpredictable.

There are very few moves.

Many people have heard of Ghost Sword, but no one can describe the specificity of Ghost Sword.

Perhaps the Ghost Sword is not fixed.

Gu Qing lets the Yin Feng soak the soul and silently chew the fear that arises in his heart. The way to overcome fear is naturally to face fear.

He vaguely grasped one thing, and the other party's way of practicing was fear.

The power of fear is terrible. The plants and trees are full of soldiers, and the wind and cranes are heard. Once a large army of hundreds of thousands of people develop fear, it will soon collapse.

Gu Qing smiled casually and the dark world became clearer.

He looked around and could not find the other person at all.

Elder Xishan disappeared when he said he could see the sword, and his sword could not be seen.

Looking around at a loss.

Gu Qing stretched lazily, he was so relaxed.

Everyone couldn't see Gu Qing's appearance, but they could feel that lazy and free aura. In the midst of many murderous intents, they could still walk in the courtyard between life and death!

This is their sense of Gu Qing at this moment.

Anyone who feels this peerless style will be very touched in his heart.

Many Qingshan Sect sword cultivators remembered Gu Qing's style at this time, went out to eliminate the demons and defend the way, and remained calm between life and death.

However, many sword cultivators died in the fighting swords.

Because the gap in strength cannot be made up for by mentality.

But if you can defeat the enemy, it will be a very refreshing thing.

It is very common for a sword cultivator to die in a fight. Therefore, it is enough to comfort the death posture if he is more casual.

The Jiushao Dingyin Sword suddenly rose, and a vibrato sound slowly emerged from the air, and a ray of yang wind rippled between the sky and the earth, blowing all over the mountains.

"Suddenly, like a spring breeze coming, thousands of pear blossoms bloomed!"

Between the green mountains and clear waters, not all the peach blossoms, but also peach blossoms, apricot blossoms, and flowers blooming.

In short, the colorful flowers bloom all over the place.

Under Gu Qing's sword, it seemed that business could invade the nine heavens and ten earths.

In such a vibrant world, any darkness and fear are insignificant.

Gu Qing still filled himself with a glass of wine, but did not drink it, but sprinkled it out in the sky and turned into a ***. The mountains and fields were filled with rain transformed by wine.

The green mountains are drunk too!

Things in the world are drunk!

What fear can you be when you are drunk?

Countless people saw the scene of Gu Qing pouring wine.

A glass of wine immediately turned into a sacred place that covered thousands of mountains and rivers, as if dust evolved into the prehistoric world! This is the world's sacred place.

"After getting drunk, I don't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams and the galaxy is pressing down on the sky."

The stars are like a bucket, or like a waterfall in the sky, pouring down the earth. Drunk brings a clear dream, and life is like a boat with a leaf.

The stars and flowers in the sky have their own Dharma intentions, which invade countless green mountains. Gu Qing's Dharma intentions will also spread to the green mountains. The green mountains are everywhere, and Gu Qing's Dharma intentions are everywhere.

Elder Xishan could no longer hide.

A faint stream rushes down from a mountain, adding waves to the world.

Gu Qing held the Jiushao Dingyin Sword tightly, drew a mysterious trajectory, giving birth to leisurely white clouds, and was idle without any intention. This sword was spotless, like the moon in the sky, bright and bright, shining on the world.

The white clouds hit the stream, like white cranes playing in the water. They occasionally grab and occasionally peck, making the stream quite uneasy.

Finally, the wings flapped, and the stream dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye, revealing an old Taoist, which was the elder of Xishan, with a head full of wind and dew, and at the same time, he smiled bitterly.

He bowed to Gu Qing and retreated silently.

There is no need to talk about victory or defeat, the winner will be Gu Qing.

How mysterious this battle is, it is impossible to see if it is not the Heavenly Fairyland. It can’t be clearly seen. Gu Qing put away his sword, stood with his hands behind his back, thinking about the leisure of heaven and earth.

The hands behind the back were tightly clasped, and they could not stop the trembling of their thumb.

The other party is worthy of being the True Lord of the Age of Age. Gu Qing’s fight against the other party is not the superficial wind and light clouds.

Gu Qing stood on the high cliff with his hands behind his back, with clouds and mist around him, so he was notified of his footsteps.

This is probably the beautiful imagination of immortals in the mortal world.

"Who else wants to stop me from looking at Jianxi?" Gu Qing said softly.

As far as he saw, the female cultivator blushed and the male cultivator felt ashamed. The scene of Gu Qing standing on the high cliff made these people unforgettable for a long time. This stone cliff has also been changed to its name in the future and is called "Flying Fairy Cliff".

I roam with the flying immortals and hug the bright moon for a long time.

At this moment, Gu Qing's face was bright, as if the moon was in the sky.

The surrounding clouds and fog cannot be blocked.

"June Gu Zhenjun, if you want to see Jianxi, you have to pass my level." The noble young master walked over, and the void seemed to be flat, allowing him to step over step by step.

Gu Qing shook his head and sighed: "You shouldn't have come."

He really wanted to say this.

OK, just imagine, he didn't say it.

Gu Qing looked at the noble young master leisurely and said softly: "I don't know your name yet?"

The noble son smiled and said, "Qingshan Cuizhouping, whose courtesy name is Ziyu."

Gu Qing nodded and said, "I only know now that fellow Taoist practices not swords."

Cui Zhouping is Taixuanshen's junior brother, and his cultivation is unfathomable. He is almost always the common affairs of Qingshan Sect. He is elegant and kind, treats guests with courtesy and orderly, and is a humble and gentleman. Therefore, he is called Jianjun.

But Gu Qing said that he was not practicing swords, and this sentence made Qingshan very puzzled.

Everyone in the green mountains cultivates swords.

Cui Zhouping smiled bitterly. He knew that Gu Qing could see this, but it was just pointed out by Gu Qing, and it still felt a little uncomfortable.

He said, "My natal magic weapon is indeed not a sword."

As soon as Cui Zhouping finished speaking, everyone in Qingshan saw an unforgettable scene.

Cui Jianjun, who was always as gentle as jade in their minds, suddenly felt a domineering aura. A large sword that was hundreds of feet long suddenly appeared in the clouds above Cui Jianjun's head, as if it could cross the ages and dominate the nine heavens.

This feeling is like a fierce and vicious man emerging from the body of a little white rabbit.

"I have never deceived my heart in my life, but I have always kept this matter hidden." Cui Zhouping said quietly, as if he was relieved again.

What he practices is Tao, and what he practices is sword.

For the Domineering Knife!

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