The Blood Floating Slaughter has one person and one sword, blocking all the disciples of Haojing Palace in the enchantment, and the momentum is like a rainbow, unmatched! Such a scene is really rare in 10,000 years. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At this time, Zhuo Xuzi still did not show up. I don't know if it's because I'm seriously injured and can't fight, or if I think the mountain protection barrier is enough to block the opponent. The Blood Floating Tu didn't care about this, and the flying sword of the Imperial Envoy in the air slashed at the Haojing Palace enchantment three times in a row.

Bang! Bang! Bang! The entire Black Mountain Range began to sink into the ground, and the ice field within a radius of 100 miles was full of cracks. Up and down Haojing Palace, no one thought that this demon who came alone would be so powerful.

"Zhuo Xuzi, these disciples of yours are innocent. As a deity, he also disdains to slaughter them. But if you insist on not coming out to see me, then Haojing Palace will only be bleeding! This mountain protection enchantment can't stop the fourth one. ”

Suddenly, the Blood Float retracted the flying sword and did not slash the fourth time. But what is strange is that although he is talking to Zhuo Xuzi, his eyes are looking to the northwest.

Seeing this, Su Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief. Judging from the previous three attacks, Haojing Palace's mountain protection array really couldn't block the opponent's magical powers. In a few moments, the barrier will be broken. Although I don't know why the Blood Floating Massacre suddenly stopped, I finally have a chance to breathe.

At that moment, he exhaled and roared angrily: "All the disciples listen to the order, form the Haoyang Lie Yuan Array, and say that they will protect the mountain gate for me!" ”

"Yes!" The disciples of the whole sect looked up to the sky and roared, and they all used their mana, and their hands changed with complicated seals. In the next second, the dark clouds over Montenegro all dissipated. Intense sunlight fell from the sky, staining the dull barrier golden. Then, a huge figure rose from the ground and stood on the top of the Black Mountain. A golden spear, holding a shield in his hand, surrounded by firelight, and a mighty god.

As soon as this statue came out, Su Yan really calmed down. Then he looked at the Blood Floating Massacre, and there was a trace of doubt in his eyes.

"Since you're here, why don't you show up and see it?"

Bloodfloat spoke again, but this time, he turned completely to look northwest. When Su Yan heard the voice, he suddenly trembled, and his face changed suddenly.

"What a powerful mana, and there's another one?"

Before Su Yan could even finish speaking, the void ten miles northwest of the Blood Floating Slaughter suddenly manifested a spatial vortex. The incomparably black void is like a night that has shrunk billions of times. The next moment, the spatial vortex disappeared, and in its place was a young man in cloth clothes and shoes, holding a long stick.

"The predecessors are worthy of being cultivated twice in the Three Tribulation Realms, and they are really powerful. My little stealth technique is ugly! The young man looked at the Blood Floating Slaughter and grinned, saluting with one hand and holding the long stick behind his back with the other.

"Hehe, you call me senior? Mao Shunxian, with your seniority, I'm afraid that no one can match you in this Shenwu realm, right? Bloodfloating Tu shook his head and replied with a blank face. A tepid sentence, but one sentence reveals the identity of the person who came.

Su Yan listened to the conversation between the two in the enchantment, and his heart was already turbulent: "Mao Shunxian...... This young man is actually an old monster of the Southern Underworld! ”

"Hey, hey, hey, the Sealed Sea Sword Saint was already amazed before I was born, and the world was invincible. It's nothing to call you a senior. ”

"Okay, since you've arrived here, you must have already seen Eldest Sun Jingru, right? That girl's life should not be extinguished, God's will is like this, how can I do it? Blood Futu looked deeply at the old monster of the Southern Darkness ten miles away, and suddenly sighed and escaped into the depths of the Blood River. Then, the long river rushed into the distance and disappeared into the southern sky in an instant. Su Yan was surprised and delighted, he never expected that the Blood Floating Slaughter would actually say that he would leave, and there was no sign at all. It's just that the conversation between the Blood Floating Slaughter and the old monster of the Southern Underworld is mysterious and mysterious, and even he can't understand it.

After the Blood Floating Slaughter left, all the Haojing Palace disciples breathed a sigh of relief, as if a big mountain pressing on their backs suddenly flew away. Immediately, Su Yan flew out of the enchantment, bowed his head to the old monster of the Southern Underworld, and it was naturally the etiquette of the juniors.

"Thank you seniors for your help, Haojing Palace is grateful. Su was here, saluting for his disciples. Su Yan sang a fat song and saluted the old monster of the Southern Darkness again. As for the disciples in the enchantment, they still maintained the Haoyang Lie Yuan Array and did not say anything.

How did the old monster of the Southern Darkness not understand Su Yan's thoughts, he took a deep look at the golden armor statue above the enchantment, and said with a dry smile: "It's okay, it's okay." Although I have no position in the Gods and Demons Annex, I am a first-class righteous path after all. Today, there are demons attacking Haojing Palace, so they naturally want to help. It's all for the sake of the world, and there's no kindness. But you have to help me bring a message to Zhuo Xuzi, just say that the Holy Monarch of the Apocalypse will be inaugurated as the master of the new generation of Divine Martial Arts in Lingchuan Huadu on the seventh day of October next year. At that time, let him be there. ”

The old monster of the Southern Darkness said that, and turned around and left directly, seemingly not caring about Su Yan's answer. As soon as he left, the entire Haojing Palace Dojo was completely quiet.

"Apocalypse Saint Monarch? A new generation of Divine Warrior Masters? What the hell does this old monster want to do? Su Yan stood in the air and stared at the southern sky for a long time without blinking, then he frowned and turned into a streamer and fell back to the mountain gate. Immediately, the golden armor statue slowly dissipated, and the mountain protection barrier also turned into nothingness. The huge Haojing Palace was once again shrouded in dark clouds and became silent.

At the same time, far away on the coast of the South China Sea, a ray of light hurriedly fell and entered the Immortal Cultivation Palace. The evil cloud boy was bored and was sleeping in the temple. Seeing that Zhao Yun had returned to the mountain, he hurriedly got up and greeted him, and said with great joy: "Good boy, you are finally back." Look at the clothes of the teacher, the color of the ancient goods, do you know where you got it? ”

"Alas, Master, Master, something has happened, why are you still interested in showing off some clothes here!" At this time, Zhao Yunyi could not listen to it, and as soon as he entered the Immortal Cultivation Palace, he paced back and forth, with a sad face. In the battle of Linglong's life and death, all major sects suffered heavy losses. Hongwu was arrested, Zhuo Xuzi fled, and Huangfu Miaoyin did not know whether he was alive or dead. Even he almost fell. This series of changes is enough to completely change the general trend of the world.

Zhao Yun was the master of Xianyun Gate, so he was naturally very anxious. Not to mention whether the Blood Floating Slaughter will come to attack Xianyun Gate. Just an eldest grandson Jingru who has survived the heavenly tribulation is difficult to contend with.

"Hey, hey, don't panic, apprentice. Isn't it just Panlang Mountain, and before returning to the mountain, the teacher had already destroyed him. The Evil Cloud Boy looked at the disciple with a sad face, but shook his head with a light smile, and said something that made Zhao Yunyi shocked.

"Destroyed Panlang Mountain? Master, is this true? ”

"Hey, hey, hey, take it seriously. Do you think that only she, the old woman, can achieve the Three Calamities? ”