The four black ribbons were like nightmares, and there was a wail everywhere they passed, and the pale faces of Huang Yangsong and the others were even more gloomy when they saw this. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Fellow sects, just buy a few breaths for the old man, if you can stop this guy, the old man swears in the name of the Qingling Sect, and he will definitely be rewarded!" When Huang Yangsong's voice came out, he and a few junior disciples retreated to the central altar of the Nine Yin Array Illusory Shadow.

As soon as Huang Yangsong's words came out, a few more figures flew out immediately, these people's cultivation has reached the middle stage of foundation building, and most of them are the masters of the seventy-two palaces, they know that several ancestors are in a critical period when they unlock the seal, if they can stop Jia Lianshan's footsteps, even a breath of time is important, not to mention Huang Yangsong's promise, which makes the originally hesitant few monks in the foundation building period, and their figures turn into Changhong and roar, one of them is the Kunshan Hall Master of the Spirit Soldier Palace.

Kunshan, as the hall master of the Spirit Soldier Palace, has a lot of magic weapons, and when he ran to Jia Lianshan with several fellow sects, he took out several magic weapons in the Qiankun bag and threw them towards Jia Lianshan, and the magic weapon collided with Jia Lianshan's black ribbon and immediately collapsed, and the fragments of the light scattered in all directions, although it failed to stop Jia Lianshan's footsteps, but the speed was relatively slow.

"Humph!" Jia Lianshan snorted coldly, according to the cultivation, he and several senior brothers are on par, and there may be a few chances of winning alone, but at this moment, he is alone in the process, obviously he also sees that several senior brothers are at a critical moment and cannot spare their hands.

"Disciples of the Qingling Sect, listen to the order, but whoever has a magic weapon in his body, throw it here to stop the advance, and Huang promises to give you a more high-level magic weapon!" Huang Yangsong's eyes showed decisiveness, and his voice spread, and the tens of thousands of disciples around him raised their heads one after another.

After a while, tens of thousands of Qingling Sect disciples immediately cheered up, and took out magic weapons from the Qiankun bag one after another, these magic weapons were of different quality, but the number was very large, and they were overwhelmingly smashed in the direction of Jia Lianshan in the sky, with Huang Yangsong's transcendent identity in the sect, it was naturally a hundred responses.

With a low voice of the word "explosion" was pronounced, these magic weapons exploded immediately before they approached Jia Lianshan, forming a strong shock, and after gathering together, a storm immediately formed in the sky near Jia Lianshan, and the destructive power formed by the explosion of the magic weapon was like opening the void and shattering the void, and for a moment the space seemed to be distorted, and the original blood-colored time actually appeared a trace of clarity at this time.

One, two, ten, or even dozens of Jia Lianshan's magic weapons Jia Lianshan may rely on his own strength to avoid them, but now tens of thousands of locust-like magic weapons, and even some pills in them, the power of the explosion is enough to destroy his foundation building consummation, and even the monks in the early stage of the Dan are a little troublesome to deal with.

Under the power of this explosion, the four black ribbons that flowed out instantly disappeared in a dazzling light, and Jia Lianshan was also lifted by the storm in a hurry, and a thin crack appeared in the pagoda in his hand, almost cracking.

"Two holy envoys, please help Jia!" Jia Lianshan retreated and a trace of blood overflowed from his mouth, his face was even more gloomy, his right hand squeezed hard, and suddenly "touched", the black pagoda burst, and a black mist burst into the pagoda like a river dam bursting, this black fog spread, spreading to the surroundings, extremely fast, a few breaths to cover the area where Huang Yangsong is located.

Seeing this, Huang Yangsong sighed in his heart, and spurted out several mouthfuls of essence blood in a row, these essence blood contained his cultivation and vitality, making his face age rapidly, and his hair showed signs of falling out, but at this moment, his cultivation erupted violently, and the changing seals on his hands became faster and faster.

At the same time, in the depths of the ground of thousands of zhang in the Spirit Beast Valley, the dark coffin in the cave shook violently, and the second soul lamp on the coffin suddenly went out.

"Who? Who is it...... Who ate my memory...... My memory, who am I? Ah......h

However, at this moment, the lid of the coffin was lifted, and a withered hand stretched out from the coffin, which was yellow and bloodless, as if it were a dried corpse, leaving only a thin layer of skin wrapped around the bones, which looked eerie and terrifying.

As the withered hand stretched out of the coffin, the violent killing aura soared several times, and a moment later, the Spirit Beast Valley was in turmoil, and it immediately collapsed and collapsed in the middle of the valley, revealing a huge deep pit, which was connected to the ground, black smoke billowed out, and those remaining spirit beasts were lying on the ground trembling and trembling, and several golden-winged Dapeng even buried their heads under their wings and curled up into a ball.

"Who am I?" A low voice came from the pit, and then a man in a gray robe appeared above the pit, his face covered with long hair, and his face could not be seen clearly, and the howling wind above the pit blew his robe up, and his body looked very thin.

In a flash, his figure appeared in the sky, and the gloomy killing aura on his body erupted undisguisedly, setting off a storm, which swept across the entire Qingling Sect, and the sky and the earth seemed to change color, and lightning appeared in the sky that was originally a little red, causing the monks close to him to spurt blood one by one, and the low cultivation even fell directly into the air, the gray-robed man seemed to feel the endless blood around him, and when he looked up, his hair flicked, revealing a face that people will never forget.

It was a face as pale as if it hadn't seen the sun in a long, long time, shriveled and bloodless, his eyes sunken and his expression confused, making it impossible to tell his age at a glance.

Seeing this, Huang Yangsong and the others were overjoyed, and immediately bent down and said, "Welcome the ancestor out of the customs!" ”

The three generations of the ancestor of the Qingling Sect did not answer, but frowned deeply, and from time to time raised his dry right hand to pat the center of his eyebrows, but after a moment, he shook his head, his expression distorted.

"Who am I? Who ate my memories? Pain...... Pain......" said that his body shook and appeared next to a disciple of the Evil Green Sect, raising his dry hand and grabbing it forward, this disciple's body was uncontrollable, and his neck was immediately choked, so frightened that his face was bloodless.

"Is that you? You're eating my memories, you're ...... Hey, it's not you, you're too weak! The gray-robed ancestor's right hand was like a pair of pliers, and as soon as the five fingers were closed, there was a "click", and the throat of the disciple of the Evil Green Sect immediately shattered, his body softened, and he fell into the air as the gray-robed ancestor let go.

The next moment appeared next to another disciple of the Evil Green Sect, and the previous scene was also staged, and in less than a moment, dozens of people had already died in the hands of the gray-robed ancestor, and some of these disciples had reached the middle stage of foundation building, but in the eyes of the gray-robed ancestor, they were as fragile as a blank piece of paper, and even under the killing aura of the gray-robed ancestor, these disciples didn't even have the courage to escape.

Seeing this, Jia Lianshan's figure was silently hidden in the crowd, his cultivation was profound, he could feel the terrifying aura on this old group's body, this aura was much higher than his master Evil Ling Tian, and there was no comparison at all.

However, under the continuous killing of the gray-robed ancestor, when a corpse fell below, above the sixth peak, there was a huge fog there, this fog was red, and the roaring sound continued to come out of the red mist, in this area, the blood light was monstrous, and the bloody breath continued to spread out in all directions like a wave.

"Bump!" There was a loud bang, and when the sound came out, the gray-robed ancestor who was killing couldn't help but look at it, and turned his head to look at the sixth vice peak, under this look, the gray-robed ancestor shook his head vigorously, his expression showed endless pain, as if he was stimulated by something in his impression, and his body turned into an afterimage and swept towards the red mist.

The gray-robed ancestor was extremely fast, and in an instant, he melted into the red mist, and the roar was even more violent than before.

"It's you, it's you who ate my memory, it's you, hey, it's not you!"

"Where did the crazy old man come from, wouldn't it be that Qing Yuheng's apprentice and grandson, look at your strength, at most you can barely be a disciple of Qing Yuheng, if it weren't for the damage to my cultivation now, killing you, the crazy old man, would be just a fist."

"Don't talk nonsense with him, I'll wait for the three-star blood master, and now he has the power of two stars, and he can only recover some by devouring it, so let's get rid of this crazy old man first."

Bursts of powerful ripples rippled out of the red mist, sweeping in all directions, and everyone in the Blue Spirit Sect and the Evil Green Sect in the distance were shocked to see it.

"Ancestor Yu Ying, disciple to help you!" After Huang Yangsong finished speaking, he took a step forward and walked towards the giant sword nailed to the altar of the Nine Yin Lock Spirit Array, and at the same time raised his right hand and pressed it fiercely against the giant sword, and a force of cultivation in the foundation building period of the Great Perfection surged into the giant sword in an instant, and the giant sword suddenly emitted a white light, and the jade slip that was pierced by the sword body suddenly trembled, and a wail came from the jade slip.

In the red mist in the distance, a roar immediately came out: "Desperate painting, damn, is the desperate painting still here?" These slaves haven't been taken yet? ”

"This damn Qing Yuheng, lock me and others into a desperate painting, you can't die well!"

"Who is it? In whose hands is the painting of lovelessness? Damn Qing Yuheng, he still left a heartless painting when he left. ”

Angry voices roared from the red mist.

"Alas! This ruthless painting is just a phantom, and this giant sword is just a trace of sword qi left by a generation of ancestors, and it only has the power of a layer of soul locking that is truly ruthless, and it is not enough to severely damage these blood demons! While Huang Yangsong sighed secretly, he also hoped that Yu Ying Ancestor would destroy these blood demons, the ruthless painting was a top secret matter of the sect, and even the other junior disciples didn't know about it.

The roar in the red mist above the sixth sub-peak continued, the six blood demons and Yu Ying Ancestor continued to fight, on the same footing, on the other side, the disciples of the Qingling Sect and the Evil Qingzong once again blew the horn of war, and the two sides fought, and the tragedy was even more than before.

And Ye Xun and Gu Tianlun, who were hidden in the ruins, used these ruins as shelter to escape like gophers, fast and hidden, as long as there was a loud roar in the air, when everyone was not paying attention, Ye Xun almost flew with a giant sword against the ground.

An hour passed, and there was still a fierce battle in the sky, the magic roared, the magic weapon collided, and the sound was thunderous, but no one paid attention to the small figure on the ground, this figure was Ye Xun and Gu Tianlun.

"Senior brother, you don't have to worry about me, I'm very tired now, I want to rest for a while, you can go first!" Gu Tianlun's face was pale, and he said angrily.

"Monk, you don't talk nonsense, in half an hour, we will go out of the third peak, do you still want to wait here for Gu Changfeng to suck you dry?" Ye Xun hugged Gu Tianlun and looked at the sky from time to time.

Gu Tianlun's expression was confused, he had left the Qingling Sect for the first time since he joined the sect for more than ten years, and he still had a deep reluctance in his heart.

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