Chen Batian's left hand was raised high, and an earthy yellow light ball continued to jump and rhythm in his palm. It's like life, one moment it gets bigger, the other it gets smaller. After swelling for a while, it turned into an earthy yellow dragon, which was turned over by Chen Batian and put away.

Chen Batian looked down at the dying Dongluo and said: "Next, if you can survive, then I will also give you a chance to take revenge, I am waiting for you to come to me for revenge." But if you die, then ...... Your share of cause and effect, I ...... Took it. ”

Heaven and earth are silent, and time passes.

Lift your feet and settle down, all in one go.

Chen Batian stepped on Dongluo's abdomen with one foot.

A large pit appeared on the earth.

Dongluo was covered in blood and convulsions.

Flesh and blood meridians, hundreds of limbs, and qi points.

are already on the verge of collapse.

Chen Batian stood on the edge of the pit, put his hands behind his back, didn't say a word, didn't make a move, just looked down at the bloody people in the pit.

I saw that the young man, who had actually completely lost consciousness, first moved the fingers of his left hand slightly, and then supported the ground with his elbow, trying to struggle to stand up.

Chen Batian just looked indifferent, watching the young man in the pit subconsciously struggle.

The young man went from raising his elbows again and again, keeping his back above the ground, to being able to hold the ground with his hands better, to gradually being able to shake and stand up, enough to kill the time of a stick of incense.

Chen Batian sneered: "I'll stand here, as long as you can climb out of the pit, walk in front of me, and hand me a punch, I won't kill you today." ”

The young man, who had lost consciousness and had only a little instinct left, bowed his head and stumbled with his arms shaking.

The few steps out of the slope of the big pit seemed to be far, far away, like a child crouching on the back of a dog, the darkness hit, and the sky and the earth were cold.

Step by step, the young man whose face was covered in blood and frozen into ice slag had just raised an arm.

Chen Batian said indifferently: "Since you are so afraid of death, then you should die!"

With one hand raised and a punch opened, Chen Batian punched the young man in front of him back to the bottom of the pit.

Chen Batian walked down the pit step by step, and sneered: "This Chen Baxian is really willing! The true dragon qi is given to you, and he will not hesitate to find this god-killing armor for you, I think this god-killing armor is indeed a bit wasteful to wear on your body." I think you're still dead, don't disgrace the reputation of the god-killing armor. ”

The half-dead man, silent.

Chen Batian frowned, then lowered his head, and saw that the man's fingers moved slightly.

Chen Batian laughed and turned around.

Very good!

Although people are about to die, their backbone remains.

Then you deserve to live.

It doesn't matter if there may be one more adversary in the world.

One less enemy in the world would be boring.

Chen Ba died first, then you will come to fight for him in winter.

Chen Batian laughed loudly.

The world seems to be a lot more interesting.

Chen Batian stepped onto the deep pit in one step, stood on the edge of the deep pit, glanced at the Great Zhou Tiangong in the dry area from afar, sneered, and closed his eyes.

......

The blood flowed silently, and it seemed that the strongest extreme ice in the world could not freeze a single cavity of blood.

The fiery red soft armor that clinged to the body had seeped into the flesh in many places.

Dongluo's consciousness has been completely blurred, as if it is about to turn into a blank again, and there is chaos between heaven and earth.

The fiery red soft armor gradually turned crimson after absorbing the blood of the winter fall.

Some of the strange carvings that are old and vicissitudes of life appear and disappear from time to time.

Streams of fiery red aura that far exceeded the usual quickly fed back into Dongluo's body, stabilizing his injuries and repairing his body little by little.

Countless fiery red blood qi was like a huge cocoon, quickly enveloping Dongluo.

Chen Batian suddenly opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the Great Zhou Heavenly Palace, the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

Here it comes.

A fiery red figure scurried through the sky with a sonic boom.

It attracted the attention of countless people in Luoyang City.

There are very few people who can fly in the sky of Luoyang City.

It's not that the identity is not enough, or the cultivation is not enough.

And since the person on the top of his head flew out of the Great Zhou Heavenly Palace, then the identity must be enough, and the cultivation is ...... It's definitely enough.

But when they saw that the figure was about to go to the Snow Clan, everyone shook their heads and sighed, and withdrew their gaze.

Is it too late to go?

The roar of the collision of spiritual weapons had long since stopped, and the frenzy of the riotous spiritual energy had gradually subsided.

All this is a sign that the battle of the Snow Clan is over.

The fiery red figure hovered above the Snow Clan, looking at the endless ice sculptures below.

The corners of his eyes trembled unconsciously.

What a chore!

The white-faced and beardless man hovering over the Snow Clan, the middle-aged man in a big red python robe coughed lightly, and said stubbornly: "Chen Batian, Zhou Tianzi order, this matter is over, leave quickly with your people, otherwise it will ......"

Chen Batian smiled and said, "Otherwise?"

The middle-aged man in the python robe sneered and said, "Otherwise, you will be expelled from the Great Zhou Territory." ”

Chen Batian nodded, "Just tell me to get out! ”

Before the words fell, Chen Batian disappeared in an instant.

The middle-aged man in the python robe who had been guarding Chen Batian's face changed greatly, his hands turned into palms, and they were instantly folded in front of his chest.

But it seems to be late.

Rumble!

There was a loud bang.

After rolling in the air a few times, the middle-aged man in the python robe fell to the ground, and after taking a few steps backwards, he was able to stop his body.

Chen Batian appeared in the position where the middle-aged man in the python robe was standing in front of him, and looked down at the middle-aged man in the python robe condescendingly and said lightly: "One of the gatekeepers of the Great Zhou Heavenly Palace, Chu Qingqiu, the eunuch who holds the seal of the master of ceremonies, is nothing more than that!"

Chu Qingqiu, a middle-aged man in a python robe, had a blue face, snorted coldly, turned his head and left.

Chen Batian waved his hand behind his back and said, "By the way, go back and tell Zhou Tianzi." There are thousands of avenues, step by step, and not everyone who meets on the road is a person in the same way. Today, after I go out of the rivers and lakes and enter the temple, I will not blame me for being unreasonable when we meet in the future. ”

The middle-aged man in the python robe is long gone. Whether he heard Chen Batian's words or not, Chen Batian didn't know.

But Chen Batian knew he could hear it.

Because he is Zhou Tianzi.

With a wave of Chen Batian's big sleeves, the ice melted, and everyone except the Snow Clan woke up from the ice in an instant.

Chen Batian waved his hand, and everyone left quietly and silently.

Chen Batian glanced back at the blood-colored giant cocoon in the deep pit, and then rose to the sky.

Free-spirited, freehand.

This is what a Jianghu person should look like.

However, from this day on, he is not.

There's no need to talk about the rules of the shitty rivers and lakes.

All kinds of rules are not pressing, and there is great goodness.

The sky is high and the sea is wide for me to swim, excellent.

Chen Batian flew higher and higher, disappearing into the vast sea of clouds.

The Snow Clan gradually quieted down, so quiet that you could hear the sound of blood flowing.

It's quiet enough to hear the slow growth of flesh and bones.

Dongluo slowly opened his eyes, through the misty blood-colored mist in front of him. Three blurred figures could be seen crouching beside him.

When he tried hard to open his eyes and see who the three people squatting beside him were, his eyelids instantly became heavy, his eyes turned black, and he completely passed out.

The old shirt in green shirt, Xue Yurou, got up slightly, looked around the Snow Clan, turned around and kicked on the extremely high ass of a middle-aged man who was still squatting on the ground.

The middle-aged man with a blue nose and swollen face turned around and scolded angrily: "Xue Yurou, do you like Lao Tzu's ass?"

The white-shirted Confucian Li Duchun didn't think it was a big deal when he saw the excitement, and chuckled: "Yes! I remember the last time he walked on the road, he told me whose ass is not as big as yours." I think about who is here? Oh! I think about it, it is the famous Mrs. Zhu of Beiju Luzhou. ”

Zhou Tianzi, who had a blue nose and swollen face, seemed to remember something terrible, shivered, jumped up and slapped the head of the old Confucian in green shirts, "Damn, you said that my ass is small, I put up with it." But you compare my ass to a pig essence, and the fuck is still a sow, I can't bear it. ”

The old Confucian in green shirt scolded angrily: "It is said that scholars are bad, and you Li Duchun is bad." ”

Li Duchun laughed, flew up, and stood up in the sky.

A purple-gold brush instantly appeared in his hand.

Li Duchun shouted lightly: "The Confucian sage Li Duchun hereby declares that all the souls of the dead here must not be suppressed or bullied, and they will all be returned to the world. ”

Li Duchun raised his head suddenly, the purple-gold brush was in the air, and a vermilion "edict" dissipated in the air.

With the dissipation of the words, I saw that the sky above Luoyang City, the dark clouds were dense, covering the sun, and there was a faintly big head of a ghost like a mountain peak, the momentum was amazing, and the appearance was the same as that of some city god land temples, the ghost with the highest rank was painted, and then the sea of clouds became thicker and heavier, falling, covering Luoyang City, and the people of Luoyang were instantly quiet, as if they were still in the long river of time. The legendary official of the underworld slowly walked out of the black mist, he lowered his head, on his head was a hat of the underworld, and hugged his fists and said, "Meet the Confucian sage." ”

As he raised his hands and clenched his fists, there was a clatter, and it turned out that his arms were wrapped around two chains, which hung down to the ground.

Li Duchun took back the brush.

It is rumored that there were saints in ancient times, who passed through the heavens and descended to the nine shadows, with the constitution of heaven in their mouths, and followed the law in their words, and they could reward good and punish evil on behalf of heaven.

This is the case with Li Duchun.

The chains in the hands of the ghosts trembled, and countless souls were like fireflies, falling towards the world.

Li Duchun put away the endless ghost thing.

The ghostly creature clenched its fists and disappeared into the air.

The black fog over Luoyang City suddenly dispersed, and the sunlight returned to the earth.

And the ordinary people in Luoyang, no one knows about it.

When the ghost thing disappeared, Li Duchun wiped the sweat on his forehead, exhaled a mouthful of turbidity, turned his head to Zhou Tianzi and the others and said: "I know that this small world is fierce, I didn't expect it to be so fierce, so dangerous, I almost fell to the position of a saint." ”

Xue Yurou also exhaled lightly, patted Zhou Tianzi on the shoulder and said, "Let's start!"

Zhou Tianzi nodded, and the still things in Luoyang City slowly moved.

It's just moving backwards like a marionette.

The water of the waterfall begins to swim upstream, and the seeds of the Portuguese delion float back from afar, regrouping into the shape of an umbrella!

The sun rises in the west and sets back in the east.

The dead lay back in their beds, and the lost found their way to home in a distant land.

The broken walls are restored, and the dust raised ends.

The flying spirit weapon retreated back, the sword returned to its sheath, and the fallen leaves returned to its place.

The old Confucian in the green shirt Xue Yurou step by step, as if walking in the long river of years, the white hair turned black, and the wrinkles faded.

Li Duchun waved his sleeves, and his endless soul flew to Xue Yurou's side. Xue Yurou trekked through the long river of time step by step, walked to their side, and before they died, beat their souls into their bodies and let them return to their places.

When the last soul returned to the body, Xue Yurou waved her sleeves, and those who should have died came back to life in an instant.

Like a drowning man gasping for air.

Xue Youning was still leaning against the door frame of the living room.

The tea in Xue Qichi's hand flowed into the pot again.

Hua Qingyun's white hair was fluttering, and the wooden sword in his hand was still the same.

Xue Youning looked at Xue Yurou beside her and chuckled, "Grandpa, how is my battle?"

Xue Yurou gently patted Xue Youning's shoulder and laughed, "Great goodness." ”