After a blinding glow, there was nothing left on the ground not far away but a deep pit. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe dragon head cane in Grandma's hand "Click! There was a crunch and a deep crack cracked down from the top of the cane. Grandma's face was also white and almost fell, Bai Xin reacted and hurriedly came over to support grandma. Bai Xin was the eldest disciple of the Immortal Spirit Valley, although it was the first time she had encountered such a thing, and she was obviously much calmer than the other disciples of the Immortal Spirit Valley. Jin Haotian's face finally changed a little, he didn't have such strength in Immortal Spirit Valley. He leaned his hand lightly on the earth in the center of the crater formed by the massive explosion, and the tiny dirt mixed with the stones kept falling down. A jade-white object was revealed, and the carvings on it were so exquisitely that they were the only ornaments found in those large families. This white jade-like thing was carved into a tiger standing on the edge of a cliff looking down on everything, with a faint light in the tiger's eyes, flowing like a living thing, and a few auspicious clouds floating under its feet. This is the ninth white tiger talisman on the "weapon" weapon, and it is also the talisman used by the Southern Dynasty to mobilize soldiers and horses. The White Tiger Fu slowly flew back into Jin Haotian's hand, Jin Haotian looked at it, and there was a strong killing intent in his eyes, but this trace of killing intent flashed by, and no one noticed. The color of the white tiger talisman was much darker, and the snow-white body as jade looked a little gray. When things got to the point where they were now, they could only grab it, Jin Haotian waved his hand and spit out a word lightly: "Kill!" The soldiers behind him were already shocked when they saw that the general was so powerful, and they shouted and killed him.

"Why are you so heavy!" : Xingyu complained uneasily. I didn't feel that I was carrying a beautiful woman on my back at all, and I had a sense of being a hero saving beauty. Nan Xinyu's eyes were pressed and she was still in a coma, and she didn't know what she would think if she was the most favored princess of the Southern Dynasty if she heard that she was disliked like this.

"What's going on?" , Xingyu stopped moving forward and sniffed carefully. The smell of blood was the kind of blood he only smelled when he saw the cook slaughtering chickens and sheep. A breeze blew and the smell of blood was not only not blown away, but seemed to be a little heavier, looking at the village not far away, Xingyu tightened his nerves, and Nan Xinyu, who was carrying his back, pulled his legs and ran towards the village. He only had one idea in his mind now, something was wrong in the village, but he couldn't believe the idea that came out of nowhere. Suddenly my mind went blank, only my body kept running forward. The closer he got to the village, the more he wanted to vomit, and the smell of blood became heavier, especially in such a hot weather.

"Grandpa Wang": Before he arrived at the entrance of the village, Xingyu seemed to be unable to suppress his inner shouting. He remembered that every time he came back, Grandpa Wang would tell the children stories of all kinds of fairy valleys under a big tree near the entrance of the village. Although he didn't know many stories, and he didn't know how many times he had read those stories over the years, those children still listened so seriously.

There was no response, he screamed again but there was no response. Together with the fact that the village was very quiet today, Xingyu, who bypassed the big tree at the entrance of the village that had grown for an unknown number of years, was suddenly stunned. The people in the village are there, yes they are. But they were all lying on the ground, and none of them were still alive. The blood stained the ground red, and the buzzing of flies could be faintly heard, Xingyu couldn't help but spit out, and his head buzzed blank for a moment. The body was weak and almost fell, but he quickly stabilized his body, subconsciously covering his mouth and nose, without any expression on his face. Just this expressionless face, two lines of tears couldn't stop pouring out, and he just stood there in a daze, watching the familiar people all over the ground turn into corpses. He didn't even know when Nan Xinyu on his back fell from his back, Nan Xinyu fell to the ground and hummed softly but didn't wake up, but her beautiful face showed a look of discomfort.

"No": It took a long time for Xingyu to spit out a word with difficulty. At this time, he felt that his body had become much lighter, and when he looked back, he saw that the girl he was carrying had fallen to the ground. Suddenly, he realized something, and he didn't pick up Nan Xinyu and throw it on his back and run towards the temple as lightly as he did at first.

Looking at the soldiers of the Southern Dynasty who came to kill, Bai Xin shook the sword in his hand vigorously. The pale green dress was blown by the wind, and a solemn breath rippled.

"Xiao Huang helped the patriarch to the altar": Bai Xin said to Xiao Huang on the side. Xiao Huang's face still looked frightened, and he didn't know if he hadn't calmed down about Elder Lai's murder or if he was frightened by the current situation. But she also understands how dangerous the current situation is, "Yes, Sister Bai Xin": Xiao Huang is trying to look calmer. Although Grandma was reluctant to leave, she was helplessly injured and was too serious, so she had to be supported by Xiao Huang and slowly retreated into the peach blossom forest. Seeing that his grandmother was leaving, Junxian hurriedly yelled at the soldiers: "Stop them." And he took out his phoenix feather arrow again,

"Protect the Patriarch!" I don't know who shouted first, and a group of beautiful women rushed over resolutely. In the face of those fierce-looking soldiers, they did not show the slightest fear, Bai Xin seemed to rush to the forefront, a silver long sword, green light surged, she was like a butterfly shuttling between the branches, every turn will bring a burst of blood.

Jun Xian only felt a warmth spread from his hand to his chest, but he didn't feel much comfort. The phoenix feather arrow was wound again, and he had some struggling feelings. This time, he had already used the phoenix feather arrows in the Immortal Spirit Valley many times, and he was a little overwhelmed by the fact that he had attacked that place more than before. Looking at the bow body again, the phoenix feather arrow is one of the eighteen major weapons, and it is the twelfth existence, and the ordinary bow can't withstand its domineering power at all. This bow was also made of a piece of deep, cold thousand-year-old iron that he had worked so hard to get out, and now the bow that had been with him for many years was showing signs of melting. Originally, the lines engraved on the bow have been blurred, which means that the bow can no longer support it.

Junxian checked it up to three times, and the bow could be used up to three more times. He also had a trace of helplessness, unless he could find the long-lost Houyi bow, otherwise ordinary bows would not be able to withstand the domineering power of the phoenix feather arrow. And then Yi Gong, not to mention that it has been lost for I don't know how long. Let's just say that Hou Yi's bow is ranked fifth in terms of "weapons", far above the phoenix feather arrow, and even the white tiger talisman is poor, I don't know how much, how easy it is to get.

Urge the phoenix feather trick with all your strength, and use the exercises that must be used for the phoenix feather arrow. Junxian's face gradually turned pale, and the beads of sweat on his head rolled down one after another. The tip of the phoenix feather arrow gradually aimed at the back of the grandmother, but Xiao Huang didn't notice it and still helped the grandmother to walk towards the peach forest. The phoenix feather arrow gradually turned red as Jun Xian stretched the bow bigger and bigger, and a trace or two of it kept bursting out.

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