The people who were controlled by the blood, staring at the blood-red eyes, rushed to kill like wolves. Ao Fenggu stood outside the martial arts courtyard and bore the brunt of the attack.

Everyone looked at him. He was the closed disciple of the land of Guilai, and he was also the host of the mountain protection array, and people had long been accustomed to obeying his orders since these days.

The order of the alliance is out of the Martial Academy, and the order of the Martial Academy is out of the back mountain. In the mountain behind the martial arts academy today, he is the only one left.

Hong Liangliang pulled out his sword and asked in a deep voice: "Feng Gu, do you want to kill or not?" Alchemy University Instructor Xi Qi Bo asked: "Feng Gu, do you want to kill or not?" Hundreds of students and teachers asked in unison: "Kill or not?" Ao Fenggu did not answer, nor did he look at the people who rushed over.

He just looked up at the blood dragon golem, at the huge, resentful, blood-colored vertical pupils.

"Why don't you die?" On Emperor Wu Mountain, in the pond, a pillar rose to the sky. I don't know when it began, that tall old man arranged many rune arrays in the back mountain of Emperor Wu Mountain, and those complex rune arrays fit one by one, forming the most famous and powerful formation in the Kyushu world.

Like all rune arrays, the mountain protection array of Emperor Wu Mountain also has an eye in the formation, which is the pond in the back mountain.

Just now, when the dragon's blood puppet smashed the mountain protection array, a curved crack appeared in the pond, and the pool water was divided into two halves by this crack, half of which was boiling, and the other half was bubbling cold, to yin to yang, which was the yin and yang levels.

The strength of the mountain protection array is strong in this pond. Just as Ao Fenggu said those swear words, in the pond, pure heat and chill gushed out at the same time, intertwined and coiled, and the water level of the pond dropped sharply, and those fat carp huddled together, flapping their tails in horror, opening their mouths wide, and breathing heavily, but no pool water flowed into their mouths, and they were about to die of thirst.

And at this moment, the ancient Bodhi tree was windless and automatic, and the leaves rattled. Hundreds of thousands of miles away, the ground of the Far North Ice Sheet suddenly sunken into a huge chasm.

In the East China Sea, the bottom of the sea suddenly shook violently, forming a wide trench, into which countless seawater poured in.

In the wild desert south of the southern forest, dozens of sand dunes suddenly disappeared, and a huge canyon appeared on the ground.

Three places in the Kyushu world, hundreds of thousands of miles apart, appeared at the same time, as if something suddenly disappeared from the ground.

In West Kunlun, the Divine Tree suddenly trembled slightly. At the top of the sacred tree, feeling the three tremors on the ground, the Phoenix Lord walked out of the hut and frowned slightly,

"It was so deep. She slowly looked inward, overlooking the vast and boundless Takeda, and said to herself,

"What is that old guy hiding in my body again?" The Phoenix Lord shook his head, no longer bothered about these things, came to the small courtyard, put those flower pots into the Takeda space one by one, walked out of the small courtyard, stepped on the green clouds, walked a few steps, and the figure was already hundreds of miles away.

She suddenly stopped, lowered her head, waved her hand, and the heavy clouds under her body swept away, and on the land of Kyushu, starting from the East China Sea, Nansha, and Beiyuan, three cracks appeared, and at an extremely fast speed, they rushed towards the center.

Those are the only three remaining dragon veins in the Kyushu world. As soon as the Phoenix Lord's mind moved, he deduced that the final convergence of these three dragon veins was Emperor Wu Mountain.

The Phoenix Lord raised his head and turned to look back. The huge Kunlun Divine Tree appeared in her eyes. The Phoenix Lord looked at the Kunlun Divine Tree, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a while, the Phoenix Lord finally turned around and continued to walk forward. In the Takeda space in her body, the branches in the dozens of flower pots, nourished by Takeda, began to take root and sprout, growing tender green leaves.

Except for these dozens of small trees, there was nothing in the Takeda of the Phoenix Lord. The cultivation of martial artists is based on martial trees, which is common sense.

And before the trees in these pots were transplanted, there were no martial arts trees in the Takeda of the Phoenix Lord, which was completely beyond the common sense of the martial artists.

The Phoenix Lord's Takeda space is very large, and he can't see the boundary at all, I'm afraid that the Takeda of all the cultivators combined is not equal to one thousandth of her Takeda.

The dozens of small trees were growing very well, and the Phoenix Lord's eyes were full of joy, and his steps seemed to be a little brisker.

Wudi Mountain. The vibration came from the south, north, and east, and the three dragon veins all came to Wudi Mountain, frantically pouring into the roots of the ancient Bodhi trees.

The branches and leaves of the ancient Bodhi tree rattled as if they were singing happily. Its trunk began to thicken and grow, and the branches stretched out, sending out new shoots, which grew into green leaves, which grew sharply larger.

The huge roots spread out, sparing the pond, out of the back mountain, through the martial courtyard, extending down the mountain, passing through the Martial Emperor City, and spreading farther away, as if to extend to the end of the world.

In front of the martial arts courtyard, among the huge tree roots, countless tiny roots poked out, entwining those bloody people into their bodies, and the pure aura was injected into the people's bodies, driving out those bloody qi, and the people's eyes quickly returned to clarity.

In the martial arts academy, hundreds of students and teachers watched this scene in disbelief. The huge ancient Bodhi tree covers the four wildernesses, covering the sky and the sun.

In the pond of the back mountain, two columns of water from yang to yin fell back into the pond, and those fat carp came to life again, swimming happily in the pond, spitting out a few bubbles from time to time.

Looking at this scene, Qu Niyan, who was integrated into the blood dragon puppet, said sharply,

"This, what is this?!" Ao Fenggu closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Abundant aura poured into him.

His Takeda space remained empty. But he felt a sense of power that had never been felt before. He knew where this feeling came from, so he opened his eyes, looked at the huge roots of the ancient Bodhi tree under his feet, and whispered, "Thank you." "For countless years, the dragon veins have nourished the Bodhi Ancient Tree, and the Bodhi Ancient Wood has also guarded the Dragon Clan.

Now, he has become the last bloodline of the dragon clan, and Bodhi Gumu still guards him. Ao Fenggu raised his god-killing sword and looked at Qu Niyan.

"Qu Nima," he snapped a step forward and roared,

"the mud!" stabbed with a sword. There is no dazzling sword intent, no dazzling sword gang, just a pure stab.

A crack appeared in the center of the blood dragon puppet's eyebrows, and it dispersed like a spider's web, spreading throughout its body. The blood dragon puppet's already battered and broken body exploded.

Qu Ni's ghost flew out and landed on the ground, dying.

"It can't be, it's impossible!" the wrath still didn't believe what was happening in front of him. Ao Fenggu took a few steps forward and came to the front of Qu Ni's resentful soul, without saying anything, he swept it with his sword, and the resentful soul turned into a primordial soul power.

Until she died, Qu Ni Yan didn't understand how she died. Not only did she not figure it out, but the students and teachers of the Martial Arts Academy also didn't figure it out.

In the luxurious chariot, the Holy King looked at Ao Fenggu, and his brows furrowed deeper and deeper. Ao Fenggu looked at the luxurious chariot parked at the end of the long street, and looked at the pattern of the golden phoenix flying in the sky on the chariot, and was a little distracted.

He didn't look at the Holy King. This made the Holy King feel neglected, and he became angry. (End of chapter)