"Sorrow!"

"It's a ghost!!

"her uncle and dare to come back?!"

"The one who fought back then?"

"Plague God, it's her!"

"!"

……

It's as straight as a stone stirring up a thousand waves!

The appearance of sorrow was like a little spark splashed into a hot oil pot, and in an instant, countless voices were stirred, making all the ghost soldiers who knew her recall the fear of being completely dominated when they watched the battle!

Talking, shouting and scolding......

Suddenly, it was endless, rushing into the sky!

I was stunned when I saw it.

She only remembered that she participated in the Ding Contest back then, and the impact she brought to the Extreme Region was indeed not very good, and she even exposed her identity as a subordinate of Yashan Gate in the end, and she could be called arrogant and left after shaking the high King Qin Guang, but no matter what, it shouldn't provoke such a big reaction from these ghost soldiers, right?

Ghosts?

Misery?!

Don't say it's her, even King Taishan, who subconsciously wanted to shoot at her when he saw her appear, didn't expect it.

What's wrong with these ghost soldiers?

What else?

I was miserable back then!

Hate!

Eighty years ago, that battle for the throne affected how many ghost cultivators? After a night, they were destitute! The poor ghosts who tried to make a desperate last effort even lost all their underwear!

Who the hell cares about the grievances between her and King Qin Guang?

All they care about is Xuanyu, who will never come back!

The Polar Domain is a "bet" word!

Eighty years ago, in that battle, suddenly such a female cultivator whose soul is incomplete and outrageously weak, who can not pay attention?

As soon as you pay attention, you can't help but bet.

Since seeing that sorrow has survived the first layer of hell unharmed, he has gradually had an amazing performance, and has undoubtedly become the favorite of that competition!

How many ghost cultivators are waving flags and shouting for her?

How many people went bankrupt and sold their magic weapons to press her to win?

Results......

What kind of bullshit is all that in the end?!

This nun named "Seeing Sorrow"!

Fight your way through!

Kill to the last floor!

Then, he was called out by a Zen little broken bald donkey......

Hehe.

Nineteen Continents Monks!

Under the Yashan Gate!!

At that moment, how many gamblers were cold in their hearts!

And that's not all!

After her identity was revealed, she simply broke the jar and broke it, and arrogantly rushed out of the eighteenth layer of hell at the end of the Heavenly Creation Array, restored the body of a living person, skyrocketed to the Yuanying realm, and then slapped King Qin Guang the occasion of leaving!

One slap pierces the eighteen layers of hell!!

Where the hell is the eighteenth layer of hell, it is clearly the dream of countless ghost cultivators in the seventy-two cities, large and small, to get rich overnight!!

From the "God of Wealth" to the "God of Plague", just one palm!

Until now, the big pit slapped by the palm at the bottom of the eighteenth layer of hell has not been filled, how can the wounds in the hearts of all ghost cultivators be filled?!

Take people's money and kill their parents!

Now, they have seen this face that can be remembered by them for a lifetime!

How dare you come back!

All the ghost cultivators were really afraid, hateful, and angry at her, the feelings in their hearts were intertwined, and the expressions on their faces became extremely distorted!

The boiling chatter started from one person and spread to two, eight, a hundred, a thousand, and tens of thousands!

"How dare you come back?!"

"Lao Tzu's Xuanyu ......"

"Eighty years, is my grandmother dreaming?"

"What the hell do you want to do?"

"Hit her!"

……

The ultimate fear comes from the double jealousy of her identity and strength, and the extreme anger originates from the fiasco of being played by people and vital interests in the casino back then!

I don't know who shouted "hit her" in such a voice.

The anger that could not be vented in the past finally overwhelmed their fears in the face of overwhelming numbers!

They are afraid of one-on-one, but now they are outnumbered!

Beat this plague god and vent his evil anger!

How much is there at a time, how deep the hatred is, how strong the hatred is, how much hatred there is!

As many as you have!

It's all pressed out at this moment!

It was at this moment that an overwhelming attack broke out!

"Boom!"

Rao is sorrowful was already alert to this abnormal situation, but in the face of this sudden explosion like a torrential attack, he also felt unprepared!

What's wrong with these ghost cultivators?

It's like she killed their parents!

King Taishan's thoughts turned around in his head, and he finally reacted when he heard the ghost cultivators scolding the "plague god" and "ghost sorrow", and he was speechless in his heart for a while.

It's really the right time, the right place, it's all on his side!

So he took this opportunity and did not hesitate to attack from the void where he stood like lightning, and there was a thick aura hidden in his burly body, which was pressed down like a mountain!

What King Qin Guang didn't kill back then, he came to the end!

"With you alone, you dare to call it 'Yashan'?!"

"Boom!"

First come, first served!

His attacks arrived almost at the same time as the sudden explosion of the Arctic Ghost Array!

Seeing that the whole person was worried, he was overwhelmed.

At this moment, the Nineteen Continents were all a little dumbfounded, just because the movement on the opposite side was too big, not to mention that so many ghost cultivators behind the ghost soldier formation scolded in unison!

Even if you don't hear what you're scolding, everyone can see this group of angry postures!

"Isn't that Senior Sister?"

"Is it to see a sad Taoist friend?"

"The one from Yashan?"

"What's wrong?"

……

Even if she was far away, the moment she saw sorrow, the people on this side of the Nineteen Continents had already recognized her according to the moon-white robe.

After all, it is rare to be able to wear such a light color with such momentum!

Not to mention her already daunting cultivation.

It's just that......

That's too daring, isn't it?!

Just single-handedly killed the rear of the human polar domain? And how could those ghost soldiers see her the same as seeing the enemy who killed their father? They can understand that they scolded the "ghost and saw sorrow", but where did the "plague god" come from?

"This ......"

Zhang Yuandai, the head of the Demon Sealing Sword Sect, was stunned again, although it was very out of place, he still subconsciously asked himself and everyone's biggest doubts at the moment.

"What kind of angry thing has she done?"

On the side of the powerful monks of the Nineteen Continents, no one answered.

Only a few of them turned their eyes to Fu Chaosheng flexibly.

But Fu Chaosheng obviously didn't look like he wanted to explain, and even at this moment, he didn't hear what Zhang Yuandai was saying at all, and all his eyes and all his attention fell on the sorrow that was overwhelmed by the attack.

The mayfly people's perception of time is too different from that of ordinary people.

A day is a lifetime.

Others just feel that since the sea of stars tomorrow, they haven't seen this Yashan female cultivator for more than 20 days at most, but when they fall here with Fu Chaosheng, they have a feeling that they haven't seen each other for many lifetimes.

He didn't say a word, just looked at the sorrow, at the new sword in her hand, which was obviously different from the past......

Xie Buchen on the side had already seen the power of this sword.

Moreover, the most mysterious reputation of Yashan outside the sky, he had heard of it in the end, and he couldn't help but look at the rear of the enemy formation that had been buried by the overwhelming attack.

"Boom la la ......"

Like the sound of water, the waves rush.

After only a few moments, it became deafening, as if the tiny waves on the sea surface were snowballing under the wind, and finally wrapped around the tsunami-like wall of waves, and swept away "rumbling"!

Behind the Great Array of Ghost Soldiers, there were really huge waves like snow rushing out!

From the end of that countless attacks!

From the sword in the hands of the nun!

"Brush!"

It is like a huge wave rushing over the embankment and overflowing the beach, and when the tide recedes, all obstacles and all attacks are swept away!

It's a wave of swords!

It's like a big river!

The three-foot sword body had grown to its original six feet in the moment she swung it! Its length was so the more narrow the sword body appeared, the more fierce the sword became!

Hold the hilt diagonally, diagonally on the blade!

At the moment when King Taishan clenched his five fingers and took out the fist that was full of phantoms and seemed to be able to collapse mountains and split stones, and blasted towards him, the tip of her long sword had already drawn the most bizarre arc in the void, like a blood-red crescent!

The river-like opening and closing trend has changed suddenly!

It's like a deep dark night, a fierce demon that has been dormant for countless days and nights, after a terrible sword roar, pounces on people's throats!

"A ...... in the Sky"

Hengxu Zhenren's throat, which seemed to be blocked by something, finally pronounced the name of this sword, but his gaze crossed the void of the battlefield intertwined with beacon fire and shouting killing, glued to the blood line rising from the tip of the sword, there was a heavy, depressing complexity.

How could he not recognize this sword?

Since ancient times, the three swords of Yashan have been famous all over the world!

Yashan Sword, nurtured from the spiritual rhyme of the veins of mountains and rivers, is a holy sword;

The nameless sword, which originated from the temperament of drawing a sword in anger, is a real sword;

Can be a glimmer of ......

One life dies, one inch is strong; one soul disappears, and a line is long! Soaked in the blood of the cliff mountain! Born from death, cast death into a sword! Unwilling to die when alive, unwilling to die!

The sword is born of killing, and the anger does not disperse, it is for the magic sword!

After all, Hengxu Zhenren closed his eyes and sighed: "Help the road......"

The people of Fudao Mountain were in a trance.

The next moment, the aftermath of this sigh, which I couldn't tell whether it was joy or sorrow, was drowned out in the roar that resounded throughout the battlefield!

A line of sky running, treacherous!

The sword is pointed at the King of Tarzan!

It is the lord of the swords of the cliffs and mountains, the king of ten thousand swords!

Seeing the sorrow, it seemed that he had returned to the time when he realized the sword in the Yashan Arsenal that day, thousands of heavy sword shadows flickered in front of him, and thousands of sword qi intertwined in front of him!

The sword is with your heart, and your heart is with your sword!

At that moment, the blood was boiling, and the battle intent in the eyes of the unstained dust turned into sword intent, and he actually rushed towards the King of Taishan!

"I first got the sword, and now I want to try it with Yan Jun, and I have instructed!"