Chen Luo smiled slightly and immediately selected some of the less important things from his experiences over the years and told them to the two of them. Chen Mumu was very interesting and Chen Ci also felt his eyes open.

Chen Luo immediately guided the two of them some cultivation experience, which made them feel very rewarding.

The three brothers and sisters chatted for a long time, and they didn't stop until the moon was rising.

"Brother, let's have a rest at home today. I will bring you other juniors in the clan to see tomorrow." Chen Ci said.

"There is no need. I have been accustomed to purity and practice over the years. I am not used to crowded occasions. I will leave my home to you, and I will leave now." Chen Luo stood up and said.

"You're leaving so soon?" Chen Ci and Shen Mumu were both shocked.

"I went to Chunqiu Temple, which is very close to my home. If you have any questions, you can go to Chunqiu Temple to find me directly." Chen Luo said..

Chen Ci and Shen Mumu were relieved after hearing this.

"You don't have to see each other off." Chen Luo said to the two, and his body swayed and disappeared on the spot.

Chen Ci and Shen Mumu were lost and recovered after a long time. They checked the storage magic weapon and discussed the distribution of items in it.

...

Chen Luo was already in a sky of thousands of feet high. He looked at Chunhua County below and turned around and flew towards Chunqiuguan.

He did not intend to interfere too much in the development of the Shen family. Although the demon disaster had passed, his enemies could not be guaranteed to be left behind. The Shen family was too weak, and it would be inappropriate if they had too much involvement with him.

The distance of hundreds of miles is nothing to him now, and the former site of the Spring and Autumn Annals soon appeared in his sight.

In the Spring and Autumn Temple, the damage caused by the demons' extermination was still there, and many buildings were still collapsed there, and only a few buildings were repaired, looking quite shabby.

There was not much popularity in the temple, it was deserted everywhere and there was no sound at all, which was completely different from the lively scene back then.

Chen Luo saw that the sect he was born into became like this, and sighed in his heart and flew down.

When he fell into the temple, his brow frowned quickly.

The doors of the repaired buildings are now open, with two doors lying on the ground, and there are several new deep marks on the ground at the door, as if they have just experienced a fight.

The sunken spiritual consciousness spread and his face quickly darkened.

There were two corpses in a room inside the temple. The clothes were disciples of the Spring and Autumn Temple.

He frowned slightly, expanded his spiritual sense, and quickly turned his head to look at a mountain peak more than ten miles away.

The spiritual energy fluctuates and shakes there, and there are people who are cultivating immortals fighting, and the magic power fluctuations of one of them are familiar with it, which is the Pure Yang Sword Technique.

Chen Luo immediately flew toward there without any hesitation.

With his current cultivation level, he reached a place of struggle in an instant and quietly landed outside a valley.

Two groups of monks in the valley were fighting. One was two monks wearing blue Taoist robes, who were disciples of the Spring and Autumn Temple, and their cultivation was only in the Qi Refining Stage.

"Hey, Qin Ming!" Chen Luo looked at an old man in green robe with gray hair and activated a peach wood talisman sword.

This person's appearance has changed drastically, but he can still recognize him as a fellow outside student in his youth. However, the two of them are not familiar with each other and have only met a few times.

Qin Ming's body flashed red light, and he practiced the Pure Yang Sword Technique, and had reached the middle stage of Qi Refining.

As for the other one, a young man with a round face waving a black battle knife talisman, Chen Luo didn't know him. He seemed to be Qin Ming's disciple, and only had the cultivation level of the early stage of Qi Refining.

The three people on the other side were all wearing black robes and a black cloud pattern embroidered on their cuffs.

The three of them have also been in the Qi Refining Stage, one in the middle stage and two in the early stages, but the number of people is superior. Moreover, the three of them control three identical black talisman swords to form a sword formation, which is full of evil and black aura, and is quite powerful, suppressing Qin Ming and the others.

"Haha, Qin Ming, with your little skill, you also want to occupy the Qinghua Mountain Spiritual Vein, so you should give it up." The black-faced old man with a fierce face laughed proudly.

"Old ghost of Heiyan, this Qinghua Mountain is passed down by the ancestor of the Spring and Autumn Temple. Don't you want to take it away!" Qin Ming's eyes blew fire, slashed his fingers, and wiped the blood on the peach wood talisman sword.

The runes on the talisman sword suddenly lit up, and seven or eight red sword energy that were about meter long burst out, tearing a big hole in the black gas of the opponent's sword formation.

"Okay! The Chunyang Sword Art is indeed powerful. Unfortunately, you are too weak to exert its power at all! Please give the Sword Art and the Qinghua Mountain Spirit Vein, and I can spare your life!" A trace of greed flashed in the eyes of the black-faced old man, biting his tongue and spewing a mouthful of blood on a black talisman sword, and then muttering something!

The other two did the same thing. The three talisman swords burst into black light in the sound of the spell, and the howling sounds loudly, and the torn black air instantly closed.

The black air in the sword formation rumbled and turned into a thick black wind pillar several feet high, pounced towards Qin Ming and the others.

This black wind pillar is extremely powerful, and the ground is scraped off wherever it passes.

Qin Ming and his two talismans turned around when they touched him, but they couldn't control them at all. Their faces changed drastically and they hurriedly flew backwards.

"Haha, let you see the power of my Yinfeng Talisman Formation in the Black Cloud Valley! Come on!" The black-faced old man was a little panting, but his expression was extremely excited, and he danced wildly with both hands.

A black light flashed, and two black ghost heads the size of millstone shot out from the strong wind and rushed towards Qin Ming and the round-faced young man.

The round-faced young man's cultivation level is only in the early stage of Qi refining, which is far inferior to Qin Ming. He was already trying hard to support him. Faced with the attack from the black ghost head, he was no longer able to resist and closed his eyes and waited for death.

At this moment, a wave of heat hits the face, and a red light shot from the side, forming a thin red light curtain that blocks the two black ghost heads.

The black ghost head opened its big mouth and bit the red light curtain hard. The light curtain suddenly trembled, but it still barely resisted the ghost head.

"Master!" The young man with round face escaped from death and looked at Qin Ming next to him.

Qin Ming was holding a fiery red talisman in his hand, and blood swarmed out of his palm and injected it into the talisman to form this red light curtain.

Just using this method obviously consumed a lot of energy. Qin Ming's already pale face is now even more like a white paper.

"The thief is amazing. I'll block them. You can take the opportunity to escape!" Qin Ming shouted anxiously.

"How can a disciple leave his master and live alone..." the young man with round face shook his head and said.

"I'm confused, what's the point of life and death for you and me? But the Taoist priest of Spring and Autumn View cannot be ruined here no matter what. Why don't you leave quickly!" Qin Ming's eyes turned red and he shouted angrily.

The round-faced young man was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand to recall the black battle knife, turned around and flew towards the distance.

"Don't think about it, no one of you two can escape today!" The black-faced old man sneered, increased his magic power and injected it into the black talisman sword, and made his hands faster.

Whoosh swish swish swish!

Three black ghost heads shot out from the black wind pillar, hitting hard on the red light curtain.

The trembling red light curtain could no longer hold on, bursting open, turning into countless red lights to float away.

The red talisman in Qin Ming's hand was split into pieces and completely lost all his spirituality.
Chapter completed!