"Miss!"

An old man in white, after bowing down, said in a low voice:

"Sect Master, we have reached the southern mountain range, this time the mineral deposits cannot be lost, we should go!"

Xue Yueqing looked into the distance, her long hair fluttering, as if she hadn't heard the old man's words, and muttered to herself: "The wind is blowing." ”

Under the sunset, the thunder sounded, and the riders of the brigade sat on the beasts, roaring and galloping, and the killing machine was cold. The blades that are as cold as snow and the armor that carves animal patterns are all powerful!

The insiders in Longzhong County secretly smacked their tongues, and the immortal platform poured out, and it seemed that in the southern mountains, there would be a monstrous bloody battle. More than ten years ago, the Qinhou Mansion collapsed overnight, and several major local sects rose by taking advantage of the situation. Carved up the land of Longzhong at an astonishing speed. filled the power vacuum left by the Marquis of Qin's Mansion. A few major spiritual mines are the top priority!

Longzhong treasure Tianhua, there are several huge spirit stone veins hidden underground, and the reputation is far and wide! More than ten years ago, there was a legend that someone found a vein of high-grade spirit stone deep underground. Once made the eyes of the imperial ruler stare at Longzhong.

And all of this did not have the slightest impact on Qin Feng. Walking through the county, he found a strange phenomenon, there were very few young people in the city. Every household, full of women and children, the old and the weak. Could it be that the huge Longzhong County was actually emptied of manpower by the mines in the mountains?

A few days later, Qin Feng traveled all over Longzhong County. In the former Qinhou Mansion and today's county guard mansion, the lights are still on, and the rebuilt palaces on the ruins are in groups. The secret room of the study is still difficult to use Ah Wu's methods. Imperial minutes, current accounts, customs and customs, should be recorded in detail. Regarding the past of 17 years, there is only one sentence, "Five changes have been made." The eight-character comment is incomprehensible.

It seems that if you want to unravel the mystery of the Hou Mansion seventeen years ago, you still have to spend some effort on the local sect. Meridian Valley, Seeping Golden Temple, Wanzi Mountain, Buddha Hall, and Colorful Immortal Terrace were too fast back then, and if they hadn't gotten the news in advance, they would never have acted like this.

Qin Feng sighed secretly, going around and around, and finally he couldn't avoid Nanshan and his party. In the past few days, several large sects have been fighting, and the brilliance of the spell, even at ten midnight, is constantly shining in the distant sky. It seems that the battle will not be too small.

Inexplicably, Qin Feng thought of that extraordinary young man Xue Yueqing. Shenxiantai seems to be very powerful, and this person's identity must not be simple. A moment of deep thought in his mind. Brother Guang and the little beast Ah Wu had long been hiding in the corner, laughing and turning their bellies.

Everyone knows that Xue Yueqing's heels and feet in disguised as men's clothes, and the tacit understanding between them has not been broken, and the tricky and funny mentality is clearly revealed. Some people are most afraid of a peaceful life, and there is no lively life to watch, isn't it too monotonous. This is even more true of Kui Wolf, who returned to the East Tai Palace, even if he appears here and now, he will choose to excuse himself, Qin Xiaozi's liveliness is not to be missed.

In the southern mountains, the melee has been going on for many days, tragic and bloody, and the dead bodies outside the valley are stacked on top of each other, and the remnants of broken swords and soldiers are covered with hills. Not far away, the two sides were still fighting fiercely, and the complete set of array flags was sacrificed, broken, and sacrificed again!

The brilliance alternates, infecting the void, and under the brilliant colors, life is annihilated. Greed is indeed the original sin of the world, for the treasure of the underground rich, the crowd will follow one another, and no one will stop!

Win, glory and wealth!

If you're dead, it's just a scar the size of a bowl!

Eighteen years later, it is another slogan of a hero, and I don't know how many heroes who have deceived three mountains and five mountains to die calmly. At least at the end of life, you can get the comfort of the soul, and leave your reputation and name to be praised. What's more, in troubled times, you will die if you don't live!

In the valley, two groups of figures are fighting to the point of madness!

Xue Yueqing followed closely a clothed layman, rushing back and forth. There were only a dozen Dharma Protector Elders and a group of Beast Warriors left beside him, and the elite of the Immortal Terrace was all here. There are also people from afar, who are coming in the starry night, my father wants to fight in Dinglongzhong, she disagrees with it from the bottom of her heart, how can the situation take a sharp turn, after the decisive battle of Wanzi Mountain, the ambush of the Jinjin Temple is exhausted, and he has to fight. If you win, you will also be greatly injured. If you lose, everything is empty!

Colorful Immortal Terrace, inherited for thousands of years, not long or short, it is a second-rate sect of the Tianyu Empire, and it is all dependent on the spiritual stone veins to rise in the wind. For more than ten years, the battle for the mine and the bloody battle have become a dose of poison. After eating, it can still survive. If you don't eat it, many disciples will fall apart in a moment! Unable to care about the sigh in her heart, Xue Yueqing raised her eyes and watched, the situation in the valley was no longer under her control. Buddha Hall, Meridian Valley, the whereabouts are uncertain, and there are weirdness everywhere.

Infiltrating the gold temple, the three monks and kings, the frame is solemn, and the lotus platform is bright. In the midst of the roar, hundreds of monks fought fiercely. The word wealth is moving, and the monk king is not exempt from vulgarity, under the general trend, who can escape from fate!

Kill!

Shenxiantai, the head of the sect let out a long roar, shook the sword in his hand, and took the lead in rushing into a large array. Today he wants Bi Qigong to be in a battle, just infiltrating the Golden Temple, Wanzi Mountain and the like, but jumping off the beam clown, it is not enough. By capturing this mine, the forces of Shenxiantai can go to another level, and dominating Longzhong is just around the corner! However, why hasn't Lao Jiu come yet!

The ambush of the Jinjin Temple is exhausted, and the three monks and kings are not good characters, in exchange for weekdays, he Xue Qianqiu immediately slashed, who dares to be presumptuous. hated the ten thousand purple mountains, Feng Xuan's old ghost, leaked the news, and let the Jinjin Temple pick up a big bargain.

In the big array, a big monk with a black beard danced the demon slaying pestle like King Kong descending into the world, and he was unstoppable. Under the siege of the two elders of the Immortal Terrace, there was still enough strength to kill the beast warriors who rushed into the battle. Xue Qianqiu shouted angrily, stood up and killed!

An old opponent for decades, the yellow-clothed monk king knows too well the skills of the Immortal Taixue Sect Master. After laughing, the true qi under the earthy yellow robe swelled, and the sharp corners of the crescent-shaped blade drew a bright white energy, rolling and agitating, crushing the void, and heading straight for Xue Qianqiu.

"It's good to come!"

The leader of the sect, if you have everyone's demeanor, in the face of the monk king's full blow, the fighting spirit is boiling! Xue Qianqiu's figure moved, slashing thirteen sword qi in a row in an instant, and slashing at a void node somewhere at the same time. Split the monk's energy into the sky!

Rumble...

Huge air waves are rolling and the smoke and dust beckon. The Black-bearded Monk King frowned! Who said that the old man will die soon! It's all bullshit. His "pine waves and waves" sword qi is vertical and horizontal, and his true qi is strong, where is it like fighting the heroes of Wanzi Mountain, and the sea of qi is exhausted.

Feng Xuan is an old ghost, and his words are untrue. I'm afraid that there are other plans. No matter what he was doing, the temple couldn't stop it. After a few days of fighting, the people in the temple had already killed their eyes. This battle is also uncomfortable for him to infiltrate the Golden Temple. A major injury is still the best outcome.

Not far from the hills, two yellow-clothed monks and kings, chanting the Buddha's name, one with a Zen staff stirring thunder, and one with an iron rod carrying the wind and rain, the horror is boundless.

The four or five elders of Shenxiantai, the blood-stained sky, are still invincible to the good hands of the Jinjin Temple! These are the old men who started Xue Qianqiu, the treasures of the sect's daughters, if one dies, there will be one less, seeing Xue Qianqiu, his eyes are about to split, and the green tendons on the palm holding the hilt of the sword jumped up, and he couldn't stop roaring!

Xue Yueqing sighed softly, turned around and led several elders to kill the distant battle group.