Yuquan Mountain is surging, and this world seems to be shaking. The pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info wind is a fierce melee storm, sweeping in the direction of progress, all things that dare to block. The cloud is derived from the Ink Death Dao, the black blood death cloud, annihilating all the forces that dare to break in.

The imperial capital of Chaojing, whether it was the royal family, officials, soldiers, or civilians, was so frightened that they all held their breath and prayed silently in their hearts. I only pray: peace! Power, fame, profit, glory and wealth have no meaning before the catastrophe. Restaurants, song houses, casinos, many people poured out, rushed home, just wanted to hug their relatives tightly in their arms, life and death in an instant, the forgotten family affection, suddenly returned to the heart, the last will, to die, but also to be with the family.

Inside the palace, Emperor Yu, with the support of the old eunuch and the emperor, staggered barefoot and staggered up to the altar of heaven, and raised his head and shouted sadly: "God, all the blame is my fault! "At this moment, what the Ninety-Five Honor, what the inheritance of eternity, what family and country in the world, have all been thrown away. For the first time in his life, he felt that even if he was an emperor, he was also small and helpless, like an ant.

Different from ordinary people, in Xuezhou Zhai, although Xu Zongshan was frightened, he was more excited. The Yu Dynasty also began, making the heavens angry and resentful, the number of qi is approaching, and the return of the Yin clan is in sight. In the hearts of the family, Tongwenguan is a sharp thorn, which cannot be spit out or chewed, so that the family does not dare to move.

Wang Yangming sat in the study, his face was gray and full of tears. Uncle Dong saw Wang Yangming, who was extremely depressed, and hurriedly pressed his palm on his back, inputting true qi to protect his heart. At the same time, he kept admonishing: "Don't worry, master, it's going to be fine, it's going to be ------" Wang Yangming opened his dim eyes and muttered: "If there's anything wrong, it's up to him, whether he wants to come back, if he doesn't come back------" Wang Yangming didn't dare to think about it, only lamented.

Feng Ge believes that this black blood death cloud, under the storm of melee, will soon dissipate. But after touching it, I realized that I seriously underestimated its power, and it looked like a cloud, but in fact it was like a quagmire, and the storm was advancing more and more slowly. What's even more dangerous is that the black clouds that have just been blown away are around again, quickly condensing, and the runes formed by those monsters and monsters began to appear in the storm like rubbing, swirling with the wind, like chains, and the storm showed signs of stagnation.

The black clouds covered all directions, cutting off the divine sense, so that Feng Ge couldn't distinguish where he was, and he couldn't find his opponent. As a last resort, he had to use all his strength to urge his spiritual power, cast a melee storm, and go on a rampage. Yu Pengju stood on the treasure inkstone, his face was gray, crumbling, his dantian spiritual power was almost exhausted, all by constantly swallowing pills to stimulate his potential, after this battle, even if he survived, the path of cultivation may be broken.

Looking at the opponent who was still fierce and rampaging in the black blood death cloud, Yu Pengju felt bitter to the extreme. I can't support the reinforcements of the sect, even if I still have the spiritual power to fight again, but the ink soul is also consumed, and the black blood death cloud is about to collapse. Feng Ge is actually very anxious, dragging it down is extremely unfavorable to him, breaking this black cloud earlier, destroying the Tongwen Pavilion, and hiding to go is safe.

Only by increasing the power of the melee storm can the black clouds be broken in a short time. But this spell has been used to the extreme, how can I do it, and suddenly I thought that I had been in the storm at the beginning, adding some materials, and the power was doubled. What do you add? The Flame Recipe and the Ice Recipe don't match the current melee storm, and the grade is too low, so you can only add fierce materials. A river of starlight suddenly appeared, merging into the aura, and the melee storm changed, and the galaxy storm passed!

After a dozen breaths, it was all over. Yu Pengju looked at it, the star-shrouded god-like young man, looked down at him with a cold gaze, and fell down weakly. When he approached the ground, he saw the boy and waved his hand. The last blow was gone, but he didn't regret it in his heart, for the sake of the sect and for the sake of dignity, he died as he deserved. But he felt a force under him, and he gently lifted himself and fell to the ground, but his body was not damaged.

Yu Pengju stood up in surprise and looked up at the young man in the air. The man received the magic technique, and in an instant, his face changed, and he stood on the spot as if he had been struck by lightning, could it be him!

Thinking of the process and performance before and after his reference, Fengge is very sure that if he falls off the list, he is a ghost made by Tongwenguan. This exam is just to fulfill his promise to Shizun and make his old man happy and glorious, but the result makes Shizun sad and disappointed, which he can't tolerate! There is kindness to repay kindness, there is hatred to vent hatred, after experiencing the Yunmengze incident, Fengge has been very restrained.

Knowing that he can't do it, this kind of person is worthy of respect, and Feng Ge didn't kill the killer. "You are, Fengge!" Yu Pengju suddenly exclaimed. Feng Ge's heart froze, how could this person recognize himself? I wanted to spare your life, but you were looking for your own death! This battle also consumed a lot of Feng Ge's spiritual power, and inadvertently, the Thousand Illusion Magic Technique was a little ineffective for a short time, but Feng Ge didn't notice it.

Looking at the young man who landed in front of him, Yu Pengju was fearless, life and death were no longer in his mind, he just wanted to find out the reason, and he was blinded. "Please tell the cause and effect of the Taoist, let me die without regrets, Pengju is grateful. Yu Pengju gave a big gift with difficulty and spoke calmly. "Is it necessary?" asked Wind Song in a cold voice, "If you are Wind Song and I will make a decision on my own, this turmoil may be caused by me." Yu Pengju smiled miserably, and then said: "You are mixed with the ordinary, let me doubt, reported to the sect, and at the same time cut off your admission qualifications, and then you did not perform out of line, perhaps, I was wrong first." ”

Sure enough, as he expected, Hanmo Lou was really in the dynasty, covering the sky with his hands. Let you die to understand, Feng Ge simply dispersed the Thousand Illusion Magic Technique and returned to its original appearance. Yu Pengju spurted out a mouthful of blood in a trance, and there were crumbs of internal organs in it, and he smiled miserably and gave another big salute to speak: "Feng Daoyou, I apologize with my life, please don't destroy the Tongwen Pavilion." Feng Ge said coldly: "The destruction of the Tongwen Pavilion is just the beginning, I swore that I would make your Hanmo Building become a corpse building!"

What kind of blood feud is this! Yu Pengju was shocked. As far as he knew, the dynasties and sects had basically been at peace for hundreds of years, and it was impossible for this kind of grudge to occur, unless he was from a foreign land. "Ha, ha-the evil demon is outside, and the grasshopper shakes the tree!" Yu Pengju laughed wildly, and the guilt disappeared immediately, and then his face trembled all over, and his face was bruised. Feng Ge's face changed wildly, and he instantly released a protective aura, and at the same time rose to the sky. In the roar, Yu Pengju turned into flesh and blood, and the dantian exploded! Feng Ge secretly sighed that he was lucky, fortunately he noticed it early, otherwise he would have been injured, this person hated spicy, and regarded death as his temperament, which was convincing.