When Bai Zhiqiu came, the Valley of the Evil Wind was like a great enemy.

When Bai Zhiqiu left, the owner of the dragon coffin was pardoned.

How could the Venerable of the Transformation Tribulation Realm, who had lived for a hundred and eight years, not know the horrors of the Divine Channeling Realm giants who led the world.

However, when it comes to the Emperor Alliance Leader in the past, the Tiandong Divine Statue, the Sword Pavilion Head Star Picker, the Heavenly Machine Old Man and the Heavenly Male Master of the Wuxiang Dao Sect level, the most feared by the Dragon Coffin Master is still Bai Zhiqiu, the Demon of the Two Realms Mountain.

The reason is very simple, because he is also a demon, a demon in the broken world in the mirror.

This feeling is similar to that of a student of Bodhi Academy to a six-character Taoist master. Having the same identity in certain established limits will make the subordinate face the superior with a mystical instinct, like an innate instinct of awe.

To be more precise, similar to the genus of demons and beasts who are afraid of dragons and phoenixes, they are not necessarily afraid of the human race in the same realm.

This is called survival awareness.

Therefore, when opening the mountain and establishing the sect, it took countless efforts and wealth to mobilize nearly a hundred masters of the magic word sect to cast a lot of organs, and in the Evil Wind Valley, the silence lasted only half a pillar of incense, and it was broken by the sound of a direct attack on the soul.

The lid of the black dragon coffin was pushed slowly, with a heavy, sharp grinding sound.

A pair of small, pale and bloodless hands stretched out and rested on the edge of the coffin.

Then the ghosts around the rock pond were in wait.

That Yan Jun stood up from inside the dragon coffin.

Short stature.

Round face.

Dark eyes.

Pale skin.

looks like a child, a girl who has been sick and weak for a long time as if she has been imprisoned in a dark cage since she was a child, and is prone to compassion and pity.

Who could fit such a delicate body into the name of the Dragon Coffin Master of Evil Wind Valley, which everyone feared?

But that's just the way it is.

She is Yan Jun, and she is also the master of the dragon coffin with the same name as the desert silver spear.

Her name is Liang Liang.

……

Bai Zhiqiu, who guards the door of the world, has no other plans.

As far as he knew, the strong people of the alien race had two titles, the Heavenly Awakening God General and the Heavenly Ce General, which were respectively comparable to the strongest people in the world who cultivated in the Divine Guidance Realm and the Tribulation Realm.

The culprit who broke the cave in the Ten Mile Tomb Forest last night and caused the bloody tragedy in Feijia Town, judging from the breath, should be the same person, and the rank is at least Admiral Tiance.

With Bai Zhiqiu's current strength, he was naturally not afraid of that Tiance general.

But the situation is far more serious than imagined.

Three evergreen trees withered overnight, which means that in just a few hours from last night to this morning, it is very likely that there will be two more leaders of the alien race who have invaded the world here.

And the strength is immeasurable.

It is impossible to estimate, but in fact it is nothing more than a kind of self-comfort. Bai Zhiqiu knew very well that the alien race that could break the seal of the Cave Heaven was at least in the Tribulation Realm. Even worse, it may be that the heavens will wake up.

After those aliens crossed the border, they did not slaughter and kill the world unscrupulously like on the eve of the great war ten thousand years ago. On the contrary, they are cautious.

It seems that he is afraid of something.

Bai Zhiqiu guessed that the extinction of the world had not yet been confirmed by the alien race, so he threw himself into a mouse. After all, the identity of the Heavenly Awakening God is placed there, guarding the sixty-four caves of the Broken World of Tianxi alone, and the alien race has not dared to take a step beyond the Thunder Pond for thousands of years, which is enough to show its pivotal position.

So they deliberately drained their qi and concealed their whereabouts. Then he used more than a thousand lives in Feijia Town to throw stones and ask for directions.

If the killing did not lead to a showmanship, then the answer is clear. Next, there will be no rehearsal of the Troubled Times, and the alien army will rush like the monstrous waves of the Endless Sea in the north, and the people in the world will not have any respite.

Bai Zhiqiu tried to find the traces of Huajingci, but there was no news in the end.

There was no turning back from the bow.

This battle, which was destined thousands of years ago, is inevitable.

If you want to fight, then you will fight!

The battlefield of 10,000 years ago, in the northern cemetery of the endless sea. It's too far away, it's not the same time it used to be, and it's no longer suitable for the enemy.

The most suitable battlefield for the troubled times should be here, Tianxi.

So Bai Zhiqiu began to clear the field.

……

In the afternoon, when Bai Zhiqiu returned to the other garden, Xiao Liuzi had already taken more than a dozen cars and hired more than 20 cheap casual cultivators who had mixed up in the low realm of Tianxi, and returned all the way east.

The homeless men in Feijia Town, they left a little and left a little.

Hu Laiye and Uncle Jin Liu naturally did not leave.

Whether they want to find the truth or take revenge, once they have made a choice, no one will take care of them again. Tianxi, which is about to be chaotic, can only live and die.

……

The morning sun in late autumn is as red as a blood moon, passing over the mountains to illuminate the eastern sky. far

In the western plains of the yellow sand, a big flag was erected, the Demon Order Banner that Bai Zhiqiu left in the Evil Wind Valley.

On the horizon, the flags were waved in the wind, from far to near.

The flag bearer, Huang Shi, helped the horse to gallop.

Behind the banner, hundreds of wind chasing spirit riders raised dust and smoke, and the momentum was magnificent. Such a shocking scene is a little more magnificent than the first family in the world, Shaojiang Manlou, who led 3,000 big red robes to study in the past.

Because of the reputation of the Great Banner Gate Longbow Chasing Wing Light Rider, stacked from human heads and blood......

Six thousand six hundred horsemen galloped through the desert wilderness, their swords and bows on their backs, and they were murderous.

In the endless desert stands at the Zhangxu high boundary stele, 6,600 horsemen like rivers and seas into the stream, and when they ascend, they divide the troops into 15 roads, and the fireworks are scattered in all directions. With such swift movements, where is it like a thief who wanders in the broken world of Tianxi, burning, killing, looting, and doing all kinds of evil, it is clearly a well-trained iron army......

Well, maybe it's all just appearances.

A thief is worthy of a bandit.

The comprehension of Bai Zhiqiu, the master of Tianmen, who ordered six million people to be evacuated within half a month, was that Ning Xianshan, a desert silver spear who was illiterate and vulgar, cut his head, and got this plan.

"If you don't kill people, you won't kill people!"

"Can't you drive it away?"

"The mountain master doesn't believe it, it's still difficult to catch some grassy people by chasing ducks and touching fish with a small bare stomach, and trying a hundred ways?"

……

"In the end, it is a horse thief of the lower ninth rate! Leading a group of howling cubs to drive away the people, it is okay to meet the old, weak, sick and disabled who are unarmed and bullied, and really encounter the loose cultivation hidden in the market, and can not do anything to the three righteous words of the donkey's head and horse mouth, and read the word Liang Liang backwards. ”

"Heh, don't kill people? Ning Xianshan, you can take a good look......"

In the starry night and rain.

Liang Liang, the master of the dragon coffin who led the ghosts of the Evil Wind Valley, was dressed in simple and thin clothes, barefoot in the late night autumn rain, clasping his slender arms, and walking alone in the empty streets and alleys with trembling bodies.

Alone.

Suddenly, a purple thunder flashed in the night sky, and the miserable cry of the petite girl sounded intermittently.

"Help. ”

"Is there anyone to help me. ”

"I'm a resident of Aquarius, our town, ahem...... Haunted!" Liang Liang looked for a brightly lit shop, his dark eyes showed a sly smile, thinking that the show was about to begin.