In the desert and the ancient city, a group of remnants of soldiers who rushed to join Su Jing were included in the cave, and there were only three corpses behind Su Jing, and more than ten Moqin demon monks in front of him.

The Mitiantai monks, who were once famous in the middle of the earth and were full of mercy, are now the demons who swept away the common people in the world.

Rarely, the three corpses had solemn faces, and each raised his hand to take out the long chain of star ropes from the child's coffin.

The Seven Heavenly Sects, the unparalleled power is not worth mentioning, the monks and Taoists are in the devil, the Nero Zixiao is destroyed in an instant, only Dachengxue and Lishan are left, the former is not known, the latter is being attacked by heavy soldiers in all directions, a thunderous blow, the fierce attack of the ink giant spirit is so fierce, everything is fully grasped, since they dare to come to the door, they must win the battle in the hands of the three corpses, there is no way not to be dignified, the situation is too grim now, it has exceeded their imagination.

Taking a deep breath, Lei Dong's face suddenly distorted, and he covered his lower abdomen with one hand: "My stomach hurts!"

"Don't eat the roasted scorpion, you have to eat it!" Akame's brows furrowed, very unhappy.

The flowers are soft-eyed and concerned about the boss's lesions: "Do you want to have diarrhea?"

"Hmm. Lei Dong nodded with a sad face, and the moment he nodded, when the killing started, the three star ropes flew like dragons, flying from the hands of the three dwarves, and hit the demon monk in front of him!

When the star rope moves, two things happen at the same time:

Su Jing blinked, and the whole person disappeared;

More than ten demon monks sneered together, and their bodies disappeared when they turned around!

The three star ropes were all empty, and three bottomless giant ravines were pulled out of the desert ground, but neither Su Jing nor the demon monk knew where to go.

After three breaths, the three corpses were a hundred feet in front of them. Suddenly a fountain of blood splattered in the void air! Plasma with hot gas splattered from the air, and the scene was shocking.

At the same time as the large amount of plasma landed, Su Jing and more than ten demon monks reappeared, but Su Jing was standing, with a smile on his face, and the curvature of the corners of his lips was cruel and demonic;

The three corpses were all taken aback, Su Ji Shaodong's family was a cook, and he occasionally became a butcher, but he had never seen such a thorough butcher do it, and Su Jing couldn't explain anything. Leave for the east. Gallop away from the mountains!

Southeast, away from the mountain, the water color flows, and the sword is protected from the mountain. A curtain of water bloomed. Xiushui turned into a sword. Each spirit sword blade pointed ten miles away at the Three Thousand Heavenly Yuan Ink Dao.

The three thousand Dao Condensation Cloud Drivers no longer moved forward, and only one little Taoist priest who looked no more than twelve or thirteen years old came out of the team and moved forward again. While flying slowly, his eyes were staggered, looking up and down at the water curtain Tianhua array, which was turning rapidly.

The large array was full of condensation, but it did not attack, and the group of long swords surrounded the mountain like a fish, silent but full of murderous aura.

Walking thousands of feet, smiling, the little Taoist priest stopped, waved the dust in his hand to the sky, and shouted a long time in his mouth, and his voice was long and slow: "The sky will ink, and the mountain will be ink." Then, he laughed even more happily - the world-famous Tianhua of the mountain and the water curtain was really a joke in his opinion.

The black dust waved, falling together, and the bright sky suddenly ooped out a thick ink, like dark clouds, and the ink sank sharply after the blink of an eye, smashing into the spiritual water ten thousand swords and water curtain Tianhua that were protecting the mountain for eight hundred miles!

The loud bang was shocking, and the sound was too dull and depressing! Before the muffled sound dissipated, the water curtain Tianhua dispersed first, and a series of exclamations sounded from the front of the mountain: there was a Qiming Sword Monument and a Mingyue Dojo in front of the mountain, and a large group of cultivators gathered in the two places all year round, and the sects from all over the world were different.

Just now, the disciples who left the mountain have reported that the demon is coming, and the momentum is amazing, and a big battle is inevitable, and all the cultivators can enter the mountain to avoid trouble, or they can disperse and flee for their lives.

The words are clear, but few people left, no one thought that they would lose away from the mountain, and they didn't feel that there was any safer place in the world than at the foot of the mountain, so why leave.

When they saw the strange Tianyuan disciple who came, the cultivators were even more curious, and no one was willing to leave, most of them stayed to see this excitement, but they didn't expect that this excitement was too big!

Such a little Taoist, there are three thousand Tianyuan Dao.

The little Taoist priest smiled and turned his head to look at his companion behind him. Ninety-nine more people flew out of the group in the rear group and joined the first little Taoist.

One hundred ink dao knot phalanx, no different from before, the hundred ink dao generals waved the dust in their hands, and the six-character mantra in their mouths floated in the sky: "The sky will be ink, and the mountain will be ink." Their voices were not loud but indescribable, and a basin of ink splashed on the rice paper would be like.

At this moment, the place where the hundred ink roads are located is like this, the sky is bright and the sun is hanging high, and the small world where the group of roads is located is suddenly overflowing with ink, and it is crazy to spread towards the mountain.

Panicked. The two cultivators of the Qiming Sword Tablet and the Moon Worship Dojo panicked, why did the ink-colored magic that the Taoist priests summoned come forward to comprehend, just a glance at it made their hearts suffocated!

Hundreds of Taoist priests cast spells, their figures were all covered by ink, so outsiders could not see their smiles, everyone was laughing, a very good account: one person destroyed the water curtain Tianhua, a hundred people were enough to destroy the mountain is smiling, and suddenly a sharp piercing into the thick ink!

In a moment, the ink was scattered, the spells of the hundred daos were broken with determination, and there was a smell of blood: there were only ninety-nine Taoist priests left, and the first little Taoist priest was cut in two, and his head fell!

Since Jianhua left the mountain, it was like a lightning flash, breaking the demon law and killing the thief!

The sword light did not fall, laughter sounded, and the voice of Elder Yu also came from the mountain: "Dian Hu takes the lead first, senior brother, do you want to accept it?"

The laughter echoed, and the sword that had just been slain turned sharply to the sky and rushed to the sky. Shangjiuxiao and Jianhua shattered to cause the air to tremble and churn, and when the air waves dissipated, a hanging mountain peak appeared in the sky, and Elder Yu stood on the top of the peak with his hands, and many inner disciples under his command were distributed to the hanging peaks, or holding the seal or sitting upright.

If you are familiar enough with Lishan, you will know that this hanging peak is one of the ethereal peaks of Lishan. Dianhu Peak.

The disciples of the sect were in charge of each position, and Elder Yu actually 'drove' his star peak out of the mountain! Not only did he drive out of the Dianhu Peak, but he also turned the star peak into a sword, easily killing a demon dao.

Hundreds of Taoist priests are hiding in the ink, but the Dian Hufeng Sword can accurately kill the first one to do it?

is just a show, Elder Yu does not hide his pride.

Seeing Lao Yu's happy appearance, I thought that he had cleaned the ink of the world alone. Elder Fan's voice was full of laughter, the sound of gurgling water sounded, and a small stream crossed the sky and flowed happily from the depths of the mountain. The stream is bright and beautiful, reflecting in the blue sky, which is indescribably pleasing to the eye. It's beautiful, but if you ask the world, how many people can see the sword intent hidden in this stream!

The 'Heavenly Stream' flowed, seemingly slow but actually very fast, and Elder Fan's voice just fell. Tianxi has already circled around the Dianhu Peak that flew away from the mountain. Then it flowed aside. There was a slight earthquake, and Changxi did not see another ethereal star peak: Hongze Peak.

Elder Fan stood on the top of the peak, and his disciples were also scattered all over the Star Peak, just like their fellow disciples on the Dian Hu Peak. Hold the formation.

Someone took Elder Fan's words, and the woman's voice brought a little playfulness: "Senior Brother Fan, Senior Brother Yu has not yet swept away the ink color of the world, he sacrificed his life to fight hard and kill the demons, I counted them carefully, one." ”

Just joking, a red crane undulated its wings and flew out of the mountain, and a little strange thing was that the crane was full of 'fragments', with a piece of green bamboo in its mouth, a bell hanging from its neck, a banana leaf on its head, and a small flower cat on its feet.

The flamingo flew, and Elder Hong's complaint came: "You senior brothers, how can you be so lazy, your own star peak can't fly, you have to embellish me." ”

The bell under the crane neck shakes, and the bell rings lightly, and turns into Qingling Xingfeng, and Elder Cen stands on the peak; a gust of wind blows, and the banana leaves on the head of the flamingo are blown over, fluttering on the ground, and the leaves become Xingfeng and Shuiling Peak, and Elder Feng rolls his eyes and looks at the enemy not far away; the little flower cat under the claws of the crane shakes its head and swings its tail, turning into a star peak, the sword hides the heavenly tiger spirit, the tiger roars and the Zhu Hanging Peak of the Hanging Peak, and the territory of Elder Lei!

Elder Cen replied with a smile: "Old Lei Lao Qin has been busy arranging the retreat array all these years, and Senior Sister has gone to retreat to cultivate the sword string, and the matter of several Star Peak Sacrifice Killing and Tribulation has all fallen on me and Senior Brother Feng. ”

The flamingo also transformed, returning to the appearance of Xingxing Peak, on the flamingo peak, the pretty and beautiful woman dressed up as a female crown, frowning and couldn't find anything to complain about, she made a grimace at Senior Brother Cen.

The star peak has turned into shape, and it is still 'driving out' out of the mountain one after another, the shape is different, the momentum is very different, and the elders of the mountain have refined their star peak into a magic weapon, refining it into a calamity, and the matter is there, unless the blind can understand it.

When I saw the result, I couldn't imagine the process inside, what a painstaking spell refining it was, what a painstaking and laborious management it was! What kind of preparations had been made for the coming catastrophe of heaven and earth after leaving the mountain for many years, which seemed to be calm and everything was going on as usual.

The water curtain Tianhua, the water thunder mother seal, and the Wushi purple sword que triple mountain guardian seal have long been abandoned, and the mana in the big seal has been injected into more than a dozen star peaks respectively, adding peak sharpness; and then the library of spiritual stones from the mountain is completely emptied, and all the spirit stones are added to the star peak to increase the peak power; the altar of Tianshui spirit essence brought back by the little uncle is all injected into the star peak and the peak raising spirit except for the dozens of drops that are distributed to the younger generations to cultivate; the best Taiyi gold crystal, all the combined spirit treasures in the mountain heavy warehouse are blended and reforged into the star peak, and the peak bones are born; and all the star peak masters, One of the ribs of the Elder Lishan, the seven drops of True Cultivation Yuan were refined into a natal talisman and penetrated into the heart of Xingfeng, otherwise he would not be able to completely control Xingfeng.

The ribs are easy to say, and the physical injury is not too serious damage to the Yuanshen overhaul, sawing off a bone, and the Red Elder with the worst cultivation only lay down for half an hour before recovering as before.

Seven drops of True Cultivation Yuan Essence natal thing, the root of natal life, taking out the outside of the body will make the cultivator weak, weak is easy to say, recuperation for three or five years can restore the strength of this, but even if the strength is not hindered, in the end, it will hurt their roots!

They can't control others from the mountain, and they won't take the initiative to ask others to do anything, they only know what they should do, and it is enough to know what they should do.

Today is not as far from the mountain as it used to be:

In the past, there were nine sons stationed here, and the big things disappeared under the sword of the nine sons. At that time, there was a sword from the mountain, and the sword could leave the mountain at any time.

Although today's disciples from the mountains are also extraordinary, they are far inferior to the nine ancestors. Only the nine sons of Lishan can be regarded as a sword, and today's juniors are nothing. The big seal left by the predecessors can protect the mountain but cannot attack the enemy, and it is only a 'shield', but what is the separation from the mountain if it can keep itself but cannot protect the world.

A few sides can only protect the heavy shield of the mountain's own safety, what does Shen He want it to do.

Shen He issued an order, abandoning the Great Array; Split shields to forge swords.

Shen He, a good old man who is hip-hop and hip-hop. The head of the house who has no temper, but don't forget that he was the one who proposed to take the initiative to attack the world of domination five hundred years ago! If his heart is like a sword, how can you ask him to only defend and not attack!

As long as the water curtain Tianhua and other big seals are not destroyed, the base of the formation is not destroyed. It can be rotated for tens of millions of years. Forever indestructible, self-destructing the formation, drawing its mysterious power to refine into a catastrophe of the star peak spell. can only take care of the affairs of this life, because the Star Peak spell and the Elder's natal talisman are combined together, and the Elder will fall to the Star Peak in the future. No longer useful. There is no more than half a spirit stone from the mountain, how many years of accumulated reserves have been exhausted, and the five of the ten treasures in the air are gone, and it is not considered a profound mountain in the Heavenly Sect, and the foundation is even more shallow, and it has been greatly damaged

But what if the vitality is seriously damaged? Drinking water to quench thirst is good for quick success, at least today there is a sword from the mountain.

Today's sword from the mountain, fifteen ethereal peaks.

The star peak out of the mountain, that is: the sword out of the mountain.

The prosperity is extreme, the catastrophe is faint, and the mountain is already in defense!

However, the Water Curtain Tianhua is one of the symbols of Lishan, and how many disciples of Lishan are full of pride when they mention this splendid formation that will occasionally be launched, and Shen He was also so proud and proud when he was a teenager.

Therefore, there is a reluctance to this formation in the bottom of my heart, so the water curtain Tianhua still retains a 'shape' and a 'shell', and the appearance and spiritual sense are probing, and the water curtain Tianhua array launched from the mountain is full of power and terrifying momentum, but it has changed from a real tiger to a cloth tiger, and it is just a surface

Elder Hong has been spoiled by his senior brothers since he was a child, and he is always a frizzy beauty standing on the top of the flamingo peak, and laughs crisply: "Let's go, let's kill the enemy!"

The laughter of the master is the edict of the master, and many disciples on the flamingo peak, led by Jian Sui'er, the tip of the sword, laughed in unison: "Let's go, kill the enemy!" In the shout, the red scene knot was sealed, and the ethereal star peak under his feet trembled slightly, and then turned into a huge flamingo, fluttering his wings and flying into Changhong, directly hitting the three thousand Tianyuan Mo Daoist!

Yu, Fan, Cen, Qin and many other elders either showed smiles or smiling faces, but the orders in their mouths were the same as Hongjing, exactly the same nondescript: "Let's go!"

"Kill the enemy!" Each Star Peak disciple shouted, each Star Peak transformed, and each Star Peak did a sword practice to kill the enemy!

The sword leaves the mountain, and there is no blood and no return.

The dust is blowing, the ink color is revealed, and there is nothing new about the three thousand spells, but this time there are many people, and the ink color that is 'smeared' is thicker and heavier. But it's useless! The sword blooms, the white tiger jumps, the flamingo raids, the green bamboo scatters the leaves, the stars and peaks, all the laws, and all the laws break the ink! This is the murder created by the third generation of unscrupulous disciples of Lishan who squandered the wealth of their ancestors, and with these three thousand ways of ink, I can't imagine that I can wipe them out!

The ink is useless, the long sword rises, and the movements of the three thousand ink paths are always so neat and uniform, and the sword trick is pinched to the sky a little, and the ink-colored long sword behind it is unsheathed and stirred!

The black sword, dragging out the black tail when flying, the sword is like a snake, two thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine swords is two thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine black snakes are like snakes at first, but when the sword tablet and the dojo and the cultivators who are watching the battle think they look like snakes, they really become snakes.

Ten miles long, covered with ink scales, Teng ink clouds, swallowing ink-colored and highly poisonous snakes, surrounded by flamingos, white tigers, and Jianhua, besieging the fourteen-star peak of Lishan.

There was no longer the smile at the beginning, Mo Dao's face was solemn, with a divine sword, and at the same time the dust in his hand was waving endlessly, adding ink and ink and adding ink and adding ink may be too fascinating? The three thousand ink Taoist priests did not find one thing: they were still three thousand.

One died not so long ago, and now there is another.

The green-robed man with a centipede scar on his face was as light as smoke in body and mind, and his movements were as light as smoke, quietly walking in the ink path array, like a thief.

Stealing, that's a thief. Ye Fei is a thief who only takes his life. In just a while, he had already pinched three ink Taoist priests to death, and then he felt bored, and suddenly shouted: "Where is the mountain and Shen River, Ye Fei picked up the mountain with his sword today, and said that the horizontal sword of Lu greeted him?

Bastard, come to the sword at this time, pick off the bastard, suddenly shouted in the Mo family array.

Away from the mountains. The real person in charge, who had never appeared, let out a burst of laughter, and the ink path exploded in the array. Ye Fei Ha Ha Da Lu smiled, drew his sword and killed! Before using the sword in his hand to pick out the mountain, it is best to find some hard bones to polish the sword.

Before the ink-colored Taoist priest could figure out what was going on, suddenly there was a billowing evil breath underground, and a red-robed fierce ghost that looked quite young flew out from the ground, raised his hand to play the Dao of the Underworld, and rushed to attack the Ink Dao array.

Blue flowers into the world.

Only one flower blue and white is nothing, but after the flower blue and white there is a thick and huge chain, seventy-three chains, which have been enshrined in the temple of Hades for generations. The Yin Division Heavy Weapon of Yongjin Reincarnation. Seven-three chains!

The blue and white flowers took seventy-three chains to gallop away from the mountain

Something happened to the Netherworld, and eighty percent of the Si Ya lost contact, You Lang Zheng ordered all the people who could be contacted to immediately return to the Fengtian Capital; and then ordered the cadres to find out what happened to the Si Ya who lost contact; After the first-class ghost kings such as Yu Yuyue and Zhu Zhu were summoned, they must be careful after a series of orders were issued, You Lang Zheng looked at Hua Qinghua: "There is nothing wrong with Feng Tian. ”

Things are strange. Fengtiandu is the center of reincarnation. Capture all the other yamen, at most, paralyze the affairs of the Yin and Yang Division. But reincarnation is still there, and the world is stable. The enemy doesn't come and hit the point, not even trying. It's an anomaly.

Lord You couldn't figure out what the reason for this 'abnormality' was, but at least he could be sure that Feng Tiandu was okay now, but there was something to do in the sun and something to do in the mountains.

The catastrophe suddenly descended, and after surviving the killing, it will not be calm and calm, and the long and arduous battle has just begun now - if you can't even see through this, the poinsettia robe will not choose You Langzheng to be the helmsman of the Yin Division. Since it is a fierce battle and a hard battle, Lord You will not be able to leave the mountain. It was You Lang Zheng who changed the order, changed himself to sit in the underworld, and Hua Qinghua rate seventy-three chains to enter the battle and leave the mountain.

Ye Fei drew his sword to kill, and the seventy-three chain smashed into the enemy formation.

There is also a sword light, since the sword monument, more supple than the breeze, more calm than the stream, thin old way flowing sword!

Someone in the sword tablet group exclaimed: "Qi Ming Sword Technique!"

The cultivators who stayed near the sword monument all cultivated the Qiming swordsmanship, and it was not surprising that someone used this sword to help them leave the mountain.

Everyone can dig out the heart of the black tiger, Zhang San and a black tiger knocked Li Si to the ground, it's not worth being surprised, Wang Wu and a black tiger took out the heart of a five-clawed golden dragon, so the boss's heart is still pounding, who can not be surprised!

The thin old man came to the Qiming Sword Monument almost a hundred years ago, and then he didn't stay, and others didn't think he was amazing.

Everyone cultivates the Qi Ming Sword, but no one can imagine or dream that the Qi Ming Sword can be cultivated like this.

But in the end, it was still not worth making a fuss about being fussed by a group of cultivators, just because they didn't know that the skinny old way was Qi Naruko.

Qi Naruko owes two favors to Lishan: preaching and passing on art, the mantle of the world is inherited by the sword tablet, and returning the long sword, the sword accompanies him in his practice and grows up, carrying too many memories for him, and Qi Naruko gradually regains a lot of human memories after recovering this sword.

I owe the love of Lishan, and I don't feel anything about Lishan, but I just did what I had to do.

So Qi Mingzi is still away from the mountain, but it has nothing to do with leaving the mountain.

Just when everyone was surprised by Qi Naruko's swordsmanship, a piercing cry suddenly came from the depths of the mountain:

Miserable!

Miserable!

Miserable!

A cry is a thunderous sensation, a trumpet is a ghost claw tearing the sky, in the two words of continuous screaming and wailing, the sky is recognizable to the naked eye, from azure blue to dripping blood, and then the blood droplets really drip down from the sky, and the sky cries blood.

Immediately, a strong man with a blurred body of flesh and blood, and a body of no more than five feet, rushed out from the mountain boundary, jumped into the ink dao array, while crying constantly, while killing people with his hands, tearing, tearing, tearing, tearing no matter how the ink path resisted and how to fight back, he ignored it, just kept tearing.

Tear to pieces, no one can escape! If you don't tear it to pieces, how to reflect the cruelty of the fierce god, how to reflect the cruelty of the Hades' treatment of him!

Last time, before Su Jing left the sect, he left Shen He with a box containing a fierce god who had been tempered by the Blind Eye King. Shen He didn't show up to meet the enemy, but he opened the box.

With only 3,000 ink roads, I want to pull out the mountain, but I think of myself too highly.

Also, Tian Jiangmo, Lishan Mo? What kind of crazy talk is this, the disciples of Lishan can't listen to this

Shen He hasn't made a move yet, and Shen He won't need to make a move in this battle-

2-in-1 Hey~~~ (To be continued......)