"Sure enough, the trajectories of these necromancers are regular. The old man who stole the sky walked in front of Dayi, and led him to the depths of the barren gate little by little, looking at the anger in the distance.

Obviously, it was still so far away, but this ferocious aura had already been killed in front of him.

How long has it been since I've seen such anger?

"It's mad to draw a formation to drive evil spirits away! I really don't know what kind of person can do such a thing that defies the world's condemnation......" Lucia was sandwiched between the two, her eyes full of red, blue, and purple inscriptions.

None of this she had ever seen.

"It's not going to be just one person doing it, there's an organization behind it. Each inscription in this formation is a person's life, and a formation is thousands of people. If it were a person, the karma behind this would have made him disappear long ago. The old man took out his cigarette stick again, and took a sip without a sip.

"Evil!"

The old man who steals the sky has always wanted to destroy the human race, but a formation like this is still too contrary to the principles of heaven, and even he can't bear it.

He just wants someone to cultivate for his life, but this person wants to be wiped out!

"Teacher, what does this symbol mean?" Lucia pointed out a very special symbol, a little curious.

The reason why she was accepted as a disciple by the old man who stole the sky had a lot to do with her talent, and the old man who stole the sky had an inseparable relationship with the upper echelons of the family, which gave her a different opportunity. In just one month, she had learned most of the ancient spells, and she had learned a lot of symbols, but it was the first time she had seen something so special.

This special feature is touching.

In any case, a symbol is still only a symbol without the support of the power of heaven and earth, and no matter how it is, it cannot threaten a person. But when she saw this symbol, Lucia felt a shock and a kind of indifference from the depths of her soul.

It's like a symbol that comes to life.

She has only seen one symbol that can make her feel this way, and that is "life".

The symbol "life" is also often used as a synonym for the god Pangu in ancient records, because Pangu is the first life form in the chaotic universe. Every time the "life" symbol appears, this formation must be extremely complex and powerful, and every character and even every stroke may take the formation master a whole day to draw and engrave. "It's 'chaos'. The old man knew what she was asking without Lucia pointing it out. This apprentice of his own, he knows very well that his talent is so good that even the heavens will be jealous. The reason why he only taught her the art of formation and strategy was that he was afraid that she would practice too fast and ruin the catastrophe.

"Chaos?"

"No, this chaos is not anyone, but the same existence as 'life'. The old man squatted down and drew a symbol on the ground with a smoking gun, which was the "life". "Chaos and life are the two ~ abstract gods in the universe, although they exist, they do not have a mind of their own.

The world was initially controlled by Chaos, and everything dissolved into a chaotic universe. Later, life was born out of chaos, that is, the great god Pangu. The great god of Pangu split the chaos and created the mountain and sea realm, which gave him life after that. The opposite of life is not death, but chaos and ruins.

Chaos, and life, are almost connected. ”

A little and through.

With just a slight touch, the "life" slowly dissipated in a ripple, and then condensed into "chaos".

"This ...... I see!"

If chaos is the wanton sprinkling of ink, then life is the first sprout of drizzle moistening the soil, and the appearance of every life is a rebellion against the pressure of reality.

Every time, it is, it is impossible to do it.

"Teacher," Lucia suddenly looked in one direction, a little stunned, "I found it." ”

......

"You've got to hurry, they won't be here for long. Wang Mang looked at the people outside the formation, and his brows furrowed slightly. I really don't know if he is worried or relieved.

"......" Mao Yingping did not respond to him, and he did not see him speed up.

He's at his limit.

"Yingping, I'm sorry for the master, I'm sorry for the senior brothers and brothers!" The so-called sword of enlightenment was inserted in Feng Yingdao's chest, and Yin Yin's blood gushed out from the wound, dyeing the sword red, dying the cloth shirt red, and dyeing Mao Yingping's eyes red.

Another one died.

This branch of Maoshan is the only one left.

"I ...... I'm going to wait for the master, you, you must, you must, you want!uh......"

"Senior brother, senior brother!" Mao Yingping tugged on Feng Yingdao's sleeve, but he couldn't change all this, he could only rub the dirty blood all over his body.

"Don't worry, senior brother, I will definitely get back my master's primordial spirit!"

This search is forty years.

"Principal Wang. Mao Yingping suddenly threw a yellow package at Wang Mang and jumped into the air.

That should be the limit of what he can go.

"If I don't come back alive, please pass on my Maoshan mantle to someone who is destined to leave me a chance to live. Mao Yingping, who was far away in the sky, seemed to bow to Wang Mang and fell down suddenly.

smashed into the big array.

"Up and down Maoshan Mountain, you will live up to your kindness!"

Mao Yingping just looked at that abyss, looked at the ghost emperor, looked at the familiar eyebrows, and didn't dare to look away.

He was afraid that if he looked at the world, he would not be willing to die.

Two hundred years, the Maoshan vein has been in decline for two hundred years, even if it is in his hands, there is no turnaround.

You even have to go and worship a corpse, and you will not be stiff when you die.

"Mao Yingping, the forty-seventh generation head of Maoshan, meet the old master!"

This is the identity he really deserves, an identity that he has not dared to admit for forty years!

Maoshan master!

"Edict!"

After a burst of golden light, there was no sound.

Leaving Wang Mang alone, he pinched the yellow cloth bag in his hand, I don't know how.

Maoshan Daomen is an extremely prosperous one of the sects, but the battle two hundred years ago made it completely lonely. There were forty-three people from the sect, all of whom went out to fight, but in the end, only three of them were defeated.

The head of Mao is measured, and the apprentices are Feng Yingdao and Mao Yingping.

The world only knows that after Mao Yiliang returned to Maoshan, he passed on the throne to Fengyingdao, and his body was dismembered and died. However, Wang Mang, who is an astrology god, knows that this Mao Yiliang has not died, but has evolved into another existence, an existence that is completely opposite to Maoshan.

Corpse.

Mao Yiliang used his Yuan Shen to trap many ghost kings in that battle, turned the tide, and brought a turning point to the battle. However, his unguarded body was accidentally entered by the death qi, and the original god had to leave in order to trap the ghost king, and finally watched himself become a walking corpse.

A good generation of Heavenly Masters has just become something that he has killed for a lifetime.

After that, there was news that Mao Yiliang was relieved.

Maoshan is not as good as other big families, and their techniques are not recorded in the classics, and most of them rely on words and deeds. Now that Mao Yiliang is dead, Feng Yingdao and Mao Yingping's learning is limited, and Maoshan can only end up in decline.

It's a pity that Mao Yingping's talent has relied on his talent to practice to this point.

When it comes to the big time, do they, the older generation, deserve to die?

"It won't be long. Wang Mang stood there for a long time, and finally said such five words, he who has always been cynical will not be able to laugh.

......

"The auspicious time has come, please get the bride on the sedan chair!"

Korla is not far from the deserted gate, it can even be said that it is very close, but the people here are still immersed in the joy of the wedding.

After all, someone has already carried the weight for them.

"Lan Lan, we will be a family in the future, can't we laugh?" Qi Shui Mobai stretched out his index finger and gently picked up Qianlan's chin, the smugness on his face made people want to take a big mouthful.

"I said, let you laugh!" Seeing that Qianlan didn't obey herself, Qi Shui Mobai pinched Qianlan's face violently, and forced a "laughing" expression on her face. "I said, you will be mine, now believe it? I advise you, live in our house honestly, and help me take the position of the head of the Qishui family. Otherwise, I won't have the patience to continue playing with you, and when the time comes, no matter what his name is wrong, this position will still be mine!"

Pain, humiliation, resentment, no amount of emotion can change Qianlan's current situation.

Laugh, she can only laugh! Even if she bursts into tears, she can only laugh!

"Laugh, laugh, laugh happily!" Qi Shui Mobai rubbed Qianlan's face like crazy, looking at her face full of tears, without the slightest softness.

He doesn't care about a plaything.

"Young master, young master, it's time to send the bride to the sedan chair. ”

"Well, wipe her face and send it to her. Qi Shui Mobai shook off Qianlan's face angrily, walked to the side and turned on the phone. "As long as he dies, one person will have a box of fire jade. If anyone takes off his head with his own hands, I will give him an extra hundred catties of fire gold!"

"......" Qianlan listened to Qi Shui Mobai's words, and a chill poured from the heavenly spirit to the soles of her feet, and the whole person was cold.

She felt her heart panic, confused, and painful.

"Liu Mingfan ......"