In the middle of the night, Wei Ziyue and Elder Xuanming left the Demon Sea together. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the Imperial City of the Gu Kingdom, bid farewell to Wei Ziyue, and Elder Xuanming folded into Xinghua Street.

Shaking off the heavy tracking sent by Wei Ziyue, he once again sneaked into Alcatraz unknowingly.

Outside the secret passage, Elder Xuanming tried in every possible way to sneak into the secret passage, but to no avail.

He is not the helmsman of the Yan clan, but he has stayed in that legendary land for a while, and inadvertently learned some of the uninherited techniques of the Yan clan.

Fang just analyzed the first move and first style of the Sanskrit Yin Wen Hate the World Sword Spectrum for Wei Zi, which is naturally not true.

The fat shadows are stacked, the cold water is murmuring, the moonlight is rising, the wild grass is thick, the eyes are deep, and there is no word.

It was Wei Ziyue.

Damn it! Xuan Ming actually sneaked back to Alcatraz behind his back.

Not far away, Lin Fei held his breath and concentrated.

Xuanming has no choice but to leave Alcatraz.

The ghost inn is brightly lit.

Xuanming raised his hand and waved, and the light and shadow disappeared.

The secret guards of the Yue Wangfu are under emergency martial law, and there are also a group of secret guards who are tense.

Secretly, Elder Xuanming held the pen with a stroke.

On the table, on the silk silk with jacquard and dark patterns, it is the real sword book.

He is a member of the Twist Clan, born with the ability to see in the dark.

Lin Fei's eyes were changing, and if you looked closely, you would notice that the frequency of changes in his eyes, bands, etc., exactly corresponded to Elder Xuanming.

That's right, Lin Fei is a member of the Yan clan. The Twisters have a dark vision function, and the Yan Clansmen can accurately capture any information they send through the frequency of changes in the eyes of the Twisters, etc., - words, handwriting, movements, etc.

Nian Qian weaving, outside the Cheyan Pavilion, I have nothing to say, the cold night pours, the twilight rain is dripping, and the life is ruined.

"County Lord, the first move and the first analysis of the sword spectrum of hatred have been completed."

When the words fell, Lin Fei opened his lips, and the strange syllables kept plucking the light of the stars and the moon: "......"

"Okay."

Spread the scroll and end the inkstone, my eyes are cold, my hand is up and down, and on the scroll, the complex and scattered Sanskrit sounds are unpredictable.

The sword spectrum of hating the world is an ancient thing, even if the analysis is completed, it must be an ancient Sanskrit phonetic, otherwise the best result of learning it will be to go crazy.

The moonlight is hazy, and the water is shiny and shadowy.

In the Xuancai Xuan, several black-clothed people stepped through the coldness of the moonlight, and then disappeared again, like the moonlight enchanting as before.

Outside the bare jade window, the eyes of the Brilliant Elder were deep.

I don't know if they can successfully arrest Elder Xuanming.

The meeting of the head before the Kill Bureau.

The heads of the various sects and factions discussed and decided that the matter of the ghost in the Xuanming Elder Xuanming of Xuanming, and the affair between the Xuanming Elder and the nuclear inductor were too widespread, and they were temporarily blocked, and the Xuangangmen sent the thirtieth organization of the Shadow Pavilion, the Duel Killing Column, to secretly track Xuanming.

The remaining factions secretly assisted the lore column to track down Xuanming.

Shen Nuanxuan, the nuclear usherer is too restless.

The sense of crisis that has been traveling around the world for many years tells her that she can't stay here.

Xuannexuan is surrounded by iron walls, and she is helpless.

Hermit Mountain Villa, that is, the Mo clan's area of influence, is sinky.

In the palace of the blade year, the clear eyes of the condensing messenger are as beautiful as blue sand.

In the complex stacks of the inverse stones, the light is full and brilliant, which indicates that the order of the "weak tooth marks" is about to be reshuffled.

Nian Qian weaving, over the Cheyan Pavilion, into the Qing Yue Pavilion, the night light is clear and flawless, ambiguous on my appearance, endless love, endless pity.

Unfolding the scroll in my hand, my eyes continued to wander in the first form of the sword spectrum of hating the world, all the Sanskrit symbols, special syllables, switching signals, etc., opened a new wave of your qualifying in my mind.

After the ranking is completed, compare them with the corresponding prompts on the soul blueprint one by one, reorganize, and level up...... The series of steps ended, and a new Sanskrit totem appeared on the scroll.

Looking down, my mind was constantly shaking something, but I was never sure.

This Sanskrit totem, I seem to have seen it somewhere.

Right! In the picture of the Trace Water Mirror, in the time and space of the southern country, in the dark passage of Geumsan, when the group of snakes left, the frequency and amplitude of the snake's tail swing clearly have an unusual relationship with the meaning of this special totem.

Raise my hand and hold the pen, aim at the specific signal point in the center of the totem, according to the frequency amplitude of the snake's tail in my brain and other prompts, and force the changes such as the reorganization of Sanskrit sounds, and finally, in the signal point, a light wave is uncertain, tossing and wandering above the totem for several times, escaping the scroll.

Following the guidance of the light waves, I walked briskly to the boundary line of the Nian Weaving.

On the boundary line, Chenguang is complicated.

Breaking through the boundary barriers and avoiding the traps of the light segment, in my eyes, the most central lake of beauty, is so beautiful that it is no longer beautiful.

In the center of the lake, in the ninety-ninth rank of Mu Jing's light array, Yan Juepei was clear and flawless.

I raised my hand, and the moment my fingertips slid over the clear Jue Pei, at the same time, in the Blade Year Palace, the change of the more reverse stone was preliminary, and the order of the "weak tooth marks" began to take shape.

The young man lowered his eyes, his eyes were unconscious, and his feelings were staggered.

Qiu Chao, do you remember the condensation messenger? On that day, you and Wei Zitian left me, Wei Zixian and others behind, in your heart, is there only Wei Zitian?

Smiled helplessly, the young man stepped out of the Blade Year Palace, the night light was burning, and the young man galloped towards the Nian Nian.

Autumn confusion, wait for me.

On the Luo Yin stage, the hot battle of the ghost fighting bureau was about to break out, and in the invisible suppression of the lore masters, the nuclear inducer was too fearless, but in fact, his palms were soaked with sweat.

On the stage, my eyes were full of confusion.

Why are you still out of the game?

When the drums settled, all kinds of true systems on the Luo Yin stage burst out in an instant, and the brilliant light was more dazzling than Chenguang.

The nuclear introducer gritted his teeth too secretly.

Damn it! They were pushing her.

The masters switched and forced round after round, and the nuclear usher's eyes were too bright, and he was already tired of coping.

There is no way to avoid it, the nuclear introducer is too breathless, and the first type of "Slippery Bottom Yanguan" bursts out in layers, constantly rotating and spreading, and the real strata around each master adopt a mode of cutting and destroying fragments, and cut off the reorganization and strengthening of any real stratum.

"Bang bang bang!"

In a thick fog shock, the masters of each faction were forced to retreat into the thousand-layer barrier of Luo Yintai.

The nuclear introducer didn't track it, and sat cross-legged in the center of the stage to repair the breath of the split.

In the thousand-layer barrier, there are already lurking lore masters, replacing them.

Before the nuclear master could breathe, a new wave of lore masters was menacing, and the momentum of killing did not allow her to hesitate for a moment.

The nuclear introducer was too reluctant to stand still, and the second type of "Jasper Ruqi" went all out, showing the arrangement of the wake signal in the order of nodes, cascading and staggering, and changing in a moment, weakening each true stratum for a moment, and opening the strongest rebound effect through the entry point of the true stratum.

"Boom ......"

The lore masters returned again in vain.

However, a new lore master is already eager to try.

So repeatedly, from the dawn of the day until the moonlight was watery, the lore masters replaced batch after batch, and the nuclear inductor was already scarred.

My eyes lit up and I smiled.

It's almost there.