The previous farce did not set off much turmoil, Yunhai cultivated weekdays, respected the teacher, and was most valued by the elders, and there was no intergenerational grudge between the same door, everyone dispersed in a hurry, as if nothing had happened, and the same door who was good friends with him helped him back to his residence, boiled a few bowls of decoction, enlightened him, and dragged his injured body back to his room to deal with internal injuries, they really didn't expect a guy with a similar realm to himself to be so strong, One person has hardly shaken more than ten opponents of the same realm or even a higher realm without even suffering a small loss, and this foundation is too solid, and it is terrifying. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"I didn't expect that I would have such a day, I was proud of my IQ and talent, and was stepped into the abyss from the clouds, he was right, this is a naked provocation and a slap in the face, it is a pity that I have been immersed in the sea of clouds for so many years, and I was carried away by jealousy, what a sin." With a bitter laugh, Yun Hai straightened up from the bed, wanting to take the medicine, "wow", a mouthful of blood spurted out of his throat, staining the ground in front of him, and smiled miserably, Yun Hai looked at the roof with blank eyes, he didn't know what to do, it felt like being left behind again, in that dark night when the moon was bright and starry but suitable for killing and setting fires, helpless and sluggish.

"Squeak~" The door seemed to have been pushed open by someone, and a middle-aged man in a dark blue cloth shirt stuck his head in, and Yun Hai glanced at him lightly, it was the medicine farmer in charge of the elixir medicine garden behind Yun Luo Palace. According to normal days, even if it is a good-tempered disciple, if the private residence is pushed away by people like miscellaneous servants without passing the word, they should also reprimand it loudly, but Yun Hai, who has always been a little proud, did not react, and the gray dead silence in his eyes swept away on the medicine farmer's face, and there was no next move.

Looking up and down the sea of clouds, the medicine farmer nodded thoughtfully, and said to himself: "It seems that he has been taught a lesson, hey, junior of the sea of clouds, the mountain keeper under the mountain is looking for you to follow him to sweep the mountain road and guard the mountain gate, and ask if you are willing?" ”

What a weirdo, the word "Wuna" has not been used for many years, and it is really a little strange that it suddenly comes out of other people's mouths. "Thank you, senior, I hope the senior will tell the teacher that the disciple is injured and needs to recuperate for a few days." Yun Hai bowed his hand to the medicine farmer, and for some reason, he was beaten by Feng Buregret, but he felt a little pampered and not frightened, and he felt fame and fortune.

"Go yourself." After the medicine farmer finished conveying, he slammed the door shut with something in his mouth and left the room of Yunhai.

"To die a great death? Hehe, let him go. Shaking his head, he clicked a few times on several important acupoints in his own place, sealed the spread of the injury with spiritual power, Yun Hai moved off the bed with difficulty, changed into a simple but neat set of clothes, picked up his long sword, locked the door of the house, and walked down the stone steps to the mountain, step by step, weak but firm, the corners of the mouth had blood threads sliding out, dripping dust, a light red blood line, with the sea of clouds down the mountain extending a straight red, dragging behind the white figure, less than noon, The only figure descending the mountain became the only scenery in the sight of all the Yunluo disciples, staring at it for a long time, as if there were clouds and mist surrounding him, many disciples rubbed their eyes vigorously, watching the sea of clouds disappear at the end of the mountain road.

Since then, there has been one less talented young powerhouse in Jiuqing Tianyuan Palace, and there is one more mountain guard who always has a faint smile at the foot of Yunluo Mountain.

Jiuqing Tianyuan Palace, Yunluo Mountain, Yunluo Palace

Stepping into the Yunluo Palace, he did not regret making a silent gesture to the wolves behind him, and walked lightly into the retreat place of the inner hall, and carefully observed the furnishings in the Yunluo Hall for the first time, the Yunluo Hall is almost exactly the same as the Wind Soul Palace, but because it is inhabited all year round, there is a faint trace of vitality, unlike the dead silence in the Wind Soul Palace, and the quiet and boring even the ghosts are not willing to stay for a second longer.

"This is ......" I don't regret seeing an ancient painting in front of me with the main color of black and red, the blood-colored sky, the black figure, a faint scarlet shot out of the eyes, and the vague face can actually see the hideous hatred, I don't know how the painter did it, obviously I can't see the face clearly, but I can feel the monstrous resentment of the person in the painting, the murder of the hatred, and the shocking sadness. The man, let's just think of him as a man, long hair up to the waist, blown by the black wind and dancing wildly, like a puddle of blood-colored seaweed, exuding a bewitching demonic nature, this man's body, there is a looming hideous dragon breath, the man is right in the dragon's head, twisted blood-colored long hair seems to break through the picture scroll to appear in the world.

"No return!" From the twist of the hair, two ancient words of blood coagulated could be faintly seen, and they wanted to pour out something. The heart that does not regret it seems to be slammed with a hammer, no return, those two words, he seems to be very familiar, but he has no clue at all. The thick blood rushed to his face, viscous as if it was about to suffocate him alive in the invisible pressure.

"Daddy Wolf, come and see this guy, have you seen him anywhere?" The wolf king was reluctant to be dragged by his tail and walked to the ancient painting, and very reluctantly looked up to see the thing he couldn't understand.

"Whew!" Unexpectedly, the wolf king let out a terrified scream, his whole body trembled like chaff, and his thick tail was directly sandwiched between his legs, and he lowered his head deeply, unwilling or afraid to take a second look.

He was a little surprised, because he had been with the wolves for many years, and he knew the stubborn nature of this rampant wolf, at least for so many years, he had never seen the wolf king so embarrassed, just by looking at the ancient paintings, he couldn't have the idea of resisting, and surrendered directly, which ...... What a terrible coercion is needed!

"Have you lived enough, you rammer?" A helpless sigh sounded from behind him, and the wolf king was grabbed by the hair on his neck, and he was lightly mentioned to the side, and he looked back and bowed down without regrets, and the owner of the voice was naturally his master Yun Qianchen.

Yun Tianchen waved his hand, signaling that he would not be remorseful, and then walked to the previous painting, observing it carefully, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Do you know the name of this painting, what it is called?" Yun Tianchen's eyes were melancholy, and there was a hint of fear when he looked at the person in the painting.

"No return."

Yun Tianchen raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect his apprentice to really see those two blood words.

"About six hundred years ago, that is, two hundred years after the Tianmen Guardian War, Jiuqing Tianyuan Palace, or Kyushu, ushered in a terrifying guy." The light tone suddenly brought his thoughts back to the days when he was still a minor monk who had practiced for more than a hundred years. "That guy claims not to return, Ao does not return, the dragon family surname, Ao." Looking at his disciples with a smile, no return, no regrets, and a little imagination will associate these two names, after all, this kind of name with the same character is generally only used when the big family names their peers. It's like Ao Qiansoul, Ao Qianye, Ao Qianyan, and Ao Qianlie.

pointed to his nose with his index finger, and said word by word without regret: "I don't have a surname Ao, my surname is Feng, and I am not a dragon." ”

Shaking his head to express his disagreement and unrepentance, the old god of Yun Tianchen took out the wine jug and poured a sip of wine: "When I brought you back, you didn't have a surname, and you...... Forget it, let's tell you the story of this painting. Originally, Yun Qichen wanted to talk about the Heavenly Punishment Spirit Destroying Pillar and the Zhongzhou Thunder Tribulation, but after thinking about it, he decided to bypass this topic.

Ao Bugui is a very evil dragon clan, he is looking for someone, looking for his brother and not regretting, because this taciturn evil star is not good at talking, from his words in the old hall master knows his life, the family was destroyed, the only thing he remembers is his mother's entrustment, take care of his younger brother, his younger brother does not have the strong combat power of the family inheritance, it may be a waste material, one day he woke up, he has been sleeping for many years and has been able to feel the breath of his younger brother but did not find his younger brother, So he set foot in Kyushu, if his younger brother woke up before him, why didn't he wake him up and leave alone? And where can he, a guy with no strength, run to? So he looked, not only the sect, but also the mortal dynasty. "I've seen it, or I haven't seen it." Answering an answer, he immediately turned around and left, not looking for trouble, but there was always such an eyeless guy who thought he was in a respected position and said nonsense......

Yun Tianchen took a deep breath, as if what was next was beyond his comprehension or acceptance.

Three months to destroy the top ten sects on Kyushu, the top ten sects, the sixteen great mortal countries, and the forty-two small countries, with his own strength, and the price he paid was just a serious injury, his cultivation is not clear, which means that either he has no cultivation, or Kyushu, including those hermits who are forced to go out to stop him, no one can see his cultivation!

The blood and rain are monstrous, and the ghosts of the Sen Sen are haunted by the ghosts, circling and wailing for three months, we once thought that the beginning of the Kyushu catastrophe was in this person, and the unparalleled combat power and tyrannical behavior made all the sects in charge of the sect unable to have the mind of confrontation.

In the end, he left, his strength exceeded the limits of what the Nether could tolerate, and he was forcibly ascended and left the Nether. The place of ascension is outside the gate of Jiuqing Tianyuan Palace, when there was a ghost pen master Ouyang Lei Xing came to my Jiuqing Tianyuan Palace as a guest, and immediately waved his pen to draw Ao Bu Return, which is about to soar Ao Bu Return, which is the "No Return" in front of you, the black is a trace of evil qi obtained by Ouyang Lei Xing from Ao Bu Gui, and the red is a handful of blood from Ao Bu Gui's wound. ”

Tapping the ancient painting with his chin, Yun Tianchen signaled that he did not regret stepping forward to touch the surface of the painting, he did not hesitate, and directly pressed his hand on the person in the painting.

"Poof!" I only felt that a crazy force was raging in my body, and I didn't regret that my face turned white, and a mouthful of blood mist sprayed on the painting, as if there was a strange force blocking it, and the blood mist did not stain the painting shaft, but was shocked into nothingness.

"It seems that you are not...... However, if you meet him in the future, you can climb with him by name, but that thigh is thick and unreasonable. Yun Tianchen quipped, rolling his eyes angrily as if he hadn't heard his words, and the two of them talked about useless words, but they didn't find that a wisp of blood burrowed into the painting and brightened the blood in the painting.

"Forget it, forget it, forget it! Don't regret my brother, have you forgotten the blood feud of my Heavenly Extreme Dao War God Clan? Where you are, where you are! Brother goes to you, brother goes to you! A frantic roar echoed through the painting, and the two diverted attention did not notice the windless fluttering scroll.