Looking at Ye's depressed appearance, Luan Tian opened his mouth, and swallowed back the words that were about to be spoken. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoHe was interested in learning about the night's experience in a dream.

How is Grandpa・・・How is Xuan Lingzi・・・How is Qingyun Daoren・・・How is Senior Brother Chen Hao・・・How is Ziyi・・・A lot of how.

Ye felt Luan Tian's gaze, and after his mood calmed down a little, he raised his head, with a blank and lost face on his face, as if muttering to himself, but it was a transmission to Luan Tian:

"The past can't be changed..."

Luan Tian lowered his head and groaned, he knew that there was no need to ask, the words of the night made him realize, he already understood. The fait accompli of the past cannot be changed, and most of the time, the destined future is extremely difficult to change!

This is cause and effect, and it is not the cause and effect of good fortune.

After a battle with Ye, Luan Tian's ranking has entered the top ten. The spectators who bet on Luan Tian to win let out bursts of excitement, and they happily received the top ten betting prizes.

"Yimu Yimu! Wood and wood! Yimu Yimu!! ”

The spontaneous sound in the audience was wave after wave, and this joy was naturally more because of Luan Tian's victory, which gave them an unexpected lucrative benefit.

Many people continue to bet that Luan Tian can enter the top five, at this time, the odds of Luan Tian's top five have been reduced to one to three, and the odds of him winning the championship have also appeared, which is one to five.

There are many monks, and even took out all their belongings to bet on Luan Tian to win the championship. Gambling is indeed very easy to induce, and in the face of greed, people will become crazy.

Luan Tian was not crazy, at this time he was calmly looking at the fifth position, in this position, sitting with his eyes closed and cultivating Qiu Yiye, the holy son of the Ziyang Sect!

Qiu Yiye wears an apricot-yellow robe, his face is like a crown of jade, his nose is like a hanging gall, and the more eye-catching thing is to show a pair of hands outside the robe.

The hands were as slender as a woman's, each finger tinged with a purple color. This is the traces left by years of alchemy, the Dan Dao of the Ziyang Sect is famous, and the alchemy of Qiu Yiye is said to be the true biography of the Ziyang Zhenren!

Don't look at Qiu Yiye's age, but he is an alchemy master who has already shocked the entire Tianmang Realm, and the junior disciple of Danshou! They are both disciples of Ziyang Zhenren.

The name Ziyang Zhenren itself represents Dan Dao in the Tianmang Realm and represents a legend about Dan. Almost no one has ever seen Ziyang's true face, so many people don't even know whether he is a man or a woman.

Therefore, Ziyang Zhenren also has many titles, in addition to Ziyang Zhenren, many people also call him Ziyang Immortal. There are even many people who stubbornly believe that she is a female cultivator, so they call her Ziyang Fairy.

At the moment when Luan Tian looked at Qiu Yiye, a majestic divine sense swept over, paused slightly on Luan Tian's body, and then dissipated.

Qiu Yiye's expression was calm, still closing his eyes and cultivating quietly, Luan Tian felt that his cultivation was a cut above himself, but he had not yet reached the realm of quasi-sainthood.

"Brother Qiu, please accept my challenge!"

Luan Tian stood up, flew lightly in front of Qiu Yiye, and hugged his fist at him.

"Brother Yi, please!"

Qiu Yiye returned the salute lightly, smiled at Luan Tian, stood up at the same time, and floated under the Tianlan Phantom Stone.

The two looked up at the holes on the stone wall, Qiu Yiye stretched out his hand and pointed to a group of empty grooves at the top of the stone wall, turned his head and said to Luan Tian:

"Here's it!"

"Good!"

Luan Tian and Qiu Yiye raised their hands at the same time, and two blue lights flew into the hole, and the two sat down cross-legged, and the wisps of green mist above their heads were sucked into the hole.

There was a strong fluctuation of the Tianlan Phantom Stone, and two pictures appeared on the huge light curtain at the same time, and within the stone wall, Luan Tian felt the feeling of being torn and crushed again.

The figure was distorted to nothingness, gradually dissipating like smoke, but the picture on the light screen gradually became clear, and he fell asleep again!

When he was sober, Luan Tian was standing in a large hall! At this time, the hall was full of people, and he recognized all these people!

With his hands hanging down, sat a purple-faced monk about fifty years old, who was actually hundreds of years old. This purple-faced monk is the sect master of the Purple Yang Sect - Danchan.

Beside Danchan, there was a bald monk with a sparse beard, long upside-down eyebrows, dark red ten fingers, and a gray robe.

The one who came down to sit down again was Luan Tian. At this time, his identity is Qiu Yiye, one of the three personal disciples of Ziyang Zhenren, the junior disciple of Danchan and Danshou, and his status is extremely noble in Ziyang Sect.

Looking down, all the disciples above the outer gate of the Ziyang Sect were there! The vast and magnificent hall of the Ziyang Sect was crowded. Sweeping over at a glance, Luan Tian saw the person he was most familiar with, Mu Linsen among the core disciples!

The moment he saw Mu Linsen, Luan Tian was shocked in his heart, at this time, Mu Linsen's age was more than a hundred! Before entering the Tianlan Phantom Stone, I had obviously just fought with him!

"Could it be that this dream is!!...

Luan Tian no longer had time to carefully calculate Mu Linsen's age, so he hurriedly mobilized his divine sense to look inward. Sure enough, at this time, his age was more than 180 years old! Cultivation is actually a certain realm that I am not familiar with, much higher than the real self!

At this time, everyone looked at Danchan above, and their expressions were extremely solemn. Danchan glanced at everyone, and spoke loudly, his voice a little heavy:

"All of you, more than half of the Tianmang Realm has now fallen! Now, the Wu clan is besieging my Ziyang Sect, and the heads of the Xia family, the Hua family, the Mu family and other family members are also involved, they don't know what chance they get, they have broken through to the half-immortal realm, and the moment of life and death has arrived! ”

Speaking of this, Danchan's mood was extremely indignant, and his face glowed with purple light.

"We want to defend our homeland! We have to defend the Purple Yang Sect! People are here, the sect is there, and they will never survive!! ”

After hearing Danchan's words, the disciples of the Ziyang Sect in the main hall were excited, and they raised their arms and shouted:

"Human! Zongza!! ”

"Never survive!!"

"Swear to defend the sect !! to the death"

"Defending the !! Homeland"

"Exterminate the Witch Kou~~~"

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Wave after wave of shouts boiled and reverberated throughout the hall, making the window lattices on one side of the hall tremble and make a resonant sound of "buzz~buzz~".

The anger in Luan Tian's heart had also burned to the extreme at this time. In this dream, he actually retained most of Qiu Yiye's consciousness in the sea of knowledge, and the scenes of the battle between the Wu clan and the human race were shown one by one in his knowledge of the sea.

This is a war that has lasted for decades, and the flames of war have spread to most of the Heavenly Mangworld. The cruelty of the witch clan is outrageous, and everywhere they go, there is not a single grass!

The Wu Clan will directly devour the uncultivated human race, regardless of men, women, old and young! Those male cultivators who had some cultivation were taken captive by them and used as slaves; The nuns who have a little appearance are used by them as a tool to vent their desires!

Is it a fantasy? Or is it the reality of the future? It's like hell on earth!