Looking back and smiling, of course, Ning Zhao didn't smile, but this did not prevent Ning Zhao from looking back, leaving a strong mark in Mo Ju's heart.

Like thunder in the dead and eternal night, it tore through the gloomy sky.

Mo Ju covered his chest with a feather fan.

"Who are they?"

Sitting on the ground, Yutai Xuan stood up slowly, his eyes bloodshot and panting.

"The servant girl and the coachman of Beiluolu's peace. ”

Mo Ju said, in his intelligence, he focused on introducing these two people.

"Why don't they have the Heaven and Earth Qi Order, so they can enter the Immortal Palace?" said in a hoarse voice as he looked at the closed Immortal Gate.

"Perhaps...... It has to do with the forces behind them, or with their status as cultivators. ”

Mo Ju's eyes were a little deep, and he said.

The forces behind them may not be weak, and they may even ...... Beyond the hundreds!

However, Mo Ju didn't say this.

Mo Ju's answer made Taixuan close his eyes and smile bitterly.

"Ascetic, ascetic...... Can you really cultivate to the level of an 'immortal'?"

"Mo Ju, there are twelve people in the Immortal Gate, you send someone to keep an eye on it, someone comes out to find out what immortal fate is in the Immortal Palace, and in addition, send someone to find the Heaven and Earth Qi Order...... And arrange and train heartfelt warriors to enter the Immortal Palace. ”

"Since the Heaven and Earth Qi Order has opened the Immortal Palace every time, it is scattered all over the place, which means that this Immortal Palace can not only be entered once...... Perhaps, this place will become a place where many forces in the world train cultivators. ”

"The general trend of the world is about to change, in the past, the great master martial artist is the hole card, perhaps, in the future...... A practitioner who is invincible to all enemies will become the real hole card in the hands of those in power. ”

Xuan Taixuan opened his eyes, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Mo Ju feather fan shook lightly, but he didn't expect that after suffering such a blow, not only did he not go down, but he also came to his senses.

Thinking of this, Mo Ju couldn't help but smile, and his heart was a little eager, which strategist doesn't want the Lord Jackie Chan?

"Wow. "Mo Ju bowed his hand.

After that, Yu Taixuan turned around and left, and the big red cloak behind him was flying.

......

Inside Asgard.

There was a huge tremble.

The shield in Xiang Shaoyun's hand, which was made by the Mo family caster, was dented and smashed into the air.

A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

I wanted to use the aura of the slaying spirit leader to kill this thin Taoist in one fell swoop.

However, as if he knew what he was thinking, this person actually absorbed the spirits in the entire middle room, and his strength skyrocketed.

Xiang Shaoyun was violently beaten.

Wear the thickest armor and take the heaviest beatings.

Xiang Shaoyun has never been so embarrassed, never so desperate.

This thin Taoist person, the sense of oppression is too strong.

As soon as the palm of his hand flipped and opened, Xiang Shaoyun was knocked away, and he couldn't get close at all.

Compared with the use of aura by the thin Daoist, Xiang Shaoyun, who only knows how to increase aura and blood, is simply too weak.

Thin Taoist people use aura, but aura can become palms, aura pressure and so on......

By all means, Xiang Shaoyun's temper was gone.

He had never been so powerless.

He is a self-proclaimed genius, and he can hammer the grandmaster at the age of six, so he has never taken the world's martial artists in his eyes.

He is proud, he is conceited.

He is the strongest military general in Xijun, and he is also an invincible overlord who dances and dances.

However, in the face of a true cultivator, he was so embarrassed.

Li Sansi held the wooden sword, his white shirt was stained red with blood, he leaned against the stone wall, and even his breathing came from a sharp pain.

"Practitioners, cultivators......"

"The way of the world is about to change. ”

Li Sansi muttered.

Mo Shougui and Kong Nanfei's faces were pale, and they had no strength to fight again.

They are grandmaster warriors, but they are still human beings, and they still feel tired.

Xiang Shaoyun was already a monster, he was bombarded dozens of times in a row, getting up again and again, tirelessly, swinging an axe and rushing to kill.

Even if he is conformist, he has to admit that Xiang Shaoyun is indeed strong.

Pity......

Such people are ...... today may also fall in this immortal palace.

Poof!

Xiang Shaoyun coughed up blood, took a few steps back in a row, his spine was straight, and he held the long axe with one hand.

He roared, pulling the axe, which made a clanging sound as it rubbed against the ground.

Jiang Chao, a floating thin Taoist, swept his green eyes slightly.

The next moment, the palm of the hand was raised, and the formless spiritual pressure turned into an illusory palm, which was imprinted on Xiang Shaoyun's chest.

Like a gray shadow, it hit Xiang Shaoyun lightly, the chest bones were broken, and the skin shook the blood and sweat beads attached to the surface with a slight arc, like stars hanging in the night sky, shattered.

Xiang Shaoyun's body retreated, and the soles of his feet rubbed against the ground.

Suddenly.

Two cold winds, one black and one white, whistled from the side of his cheek, like a white horse passing through a gap, cutting half of his hair.

Xiang Shaoyun's eyes suddenly flashed, and he looked fixedly.

I saw a pitch-black and thick pig-killing knife, and a long sword as thin as a cicada's wings.

Two weapons roared from the middle room, like shooting stars in the night, slashing through the narrow light of light!

Airplanes......

The floating thin Taoist turned his palm, and the spiritual pressure surged.

The Pig Killing Knife and the Cicada Wing Sword approached him no more than three inches in front of him, and he was frozen in the air by an invisible force.

Outside the middle room, two white shadows stepped on the snow without a trace, and they swept by light skills.

Xiang Shaoyun panted like a dragon.

White shadows sped across his sides.

Li Sansi's eyes were shining, staring at the two figures that appeared.

Conformism, gaze tightening.

"Who are they?"

Kong Nanfei's lips were chapped, but his eyes were as bright as stars in the night.

The young master of Beiluolu really meddled in this immortal fate!

"The master traveled to Beiluo the day before yesterday, and after returning to Beijing, he learned that the secret realm was in Wolongling, so he sent me here, and before leaving, he issued a praise...... The lake pavilion is boiled in the rain, and the chess pieces are connected by qi. ”

Kong Nanfei was stunned, and Li Sansi and Mo Shougui couldn't help but look over.

"Looking down at the mountains and rivers and smiling, Lu is safe in Beiluo City. Kong Nanfei finished reading slowly, took a deep breath, and was able to get such praise from his master, which is rare in the world.

These two people are Lu Ping'an's maidservants and coachmen. ”

Kong Nam Flying Road.

"It can also be said that it ...... Lu Ping'an's Bai Yujing disciple. ”

Li Sansi and Mo Shougui suddenly took a deep breath, and their hearts were shocked.

"Handmaidens and coachmen?"

This person is very sassy!

......

Nie Changqing runs the "Taoist Fortune Recipe", and Ning Zhao runs the "Dizang Sutra".

The spiritual energy in the body gushes out from the qi pill and wraps around the body, forming a spiritual pressure.

They stared at the thin Taoist.

The spiritual pressure that belongs to the practitioner collides in the air.

Nie Changqing raised his hand, and the sword technique was cast, and the pig-killing knife rotated and cut at high speed out of thin air and went straight to the head of the thin Taoist.

The cicada's winged sword catapulted back, Ning Zhao held the sword, turned over and killed.

The white skirts are flying, the aura is attached to the long sword, and the sword qi is spurting.

In the distance, Xiang Shaoyun stared deadly.

Pupil constriction.

He observed the battle and found that Nie Changqing and Ning Zhao were actually not affected by the spiritual pressure of the Thin Dao people.

There are back and forth battles with the thin Taoists.

In fact, the strength of Nie Changqing and Ning Zhao is comparable to that of Xiang Shaoyun, but ...... Because of the spiritual pressure, he did what he couldn't do with Xiang Shaoyun.

"The oppression formed by the aura...... Is that the division between a cultivator and an ordinary martial artist?!"

Xiang Shaoyun suddenly realized.

He mobilized the five wisps of spiritual energy in the qi pill, intermittently, and was not very skilled in operating the spiritual energy outside the body to form coercion.

This is spiritual pressure.

The gap between cultivators and ordinary martial artists!

Ning Zhao can realize the spiritual pressure on his own, Xiang Shaoyun's talent is not weak, and after observing the battle, he actually condensed the spiritual pressure.

He was ecstatic in his heart, he hadn't had the joy of such a breakthrough for a long time.

He picked up the long axe and took one step at a time, the spiritual pressure covered his body, and sure enough, the oppression of the thin Taoist was a little weaker, although because of the weakness of his spiritual pressure, it could not be completely eliminated.

But...... It's not that you can't fight!

Xiang Shaoyun joined the battle, which made the pressure on the thin Daoist more and more intense.

Compared to Nie Changqing's sword technique, Ning Zhao's body was as light as a swallow.

Xiang Shaoyun was beaten by the thin Taoist almost as soon as he rushed forward, but the more he was beaten, the more excited he became.

Because...... He felt that the strength of the Thin Daoist was weakening!

A glimmer of dawn is like a dawning star, illuminating his heart!

Finally......

Nie Changqing's sword, the white robe flew over, and the slash hit the neck of the thin Taoist in the air, and the knife spread two inches into the flesh and blood.

Ning Zhao's white skirt fluttered, his sword spun around, and the tip of the sword pierced through the dust floating in the air, pierced into the chest of the thin Taoist, and stared at the stone wall.

Xiang Shaoyun roared angrily, holding the axe in both hands, and jumped up.

Suddenly.

The thin Taoist who had been nailed to the stone wall opened his mouth and let out a screaming roar, as if it had struck his soul.

"I, Jiang Chao, swear to defend the glory of the emperor with my withered body!"

The green light in the eyes of the deadwood Dao man was magnificent.

The next moment, the flesh swelled up and exploded suddenly!

The horrific explosion injured everyone in the middle room.

Densely packed, there are hundreds of wisps of aura, forming a storm and entwining in the middle room.

Xiang Shaoyun's body jumped up, and was hit by the irritable aura, and the flesh and blood exploded in his chest were blurred, smashing on the ground, drawing far away, and coughing up blood in his mouth.

Nie Changqing held the pig-killing knife that flew away, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, Ning Zhao's face turned pale and he took two steps back, holding the sword and the tiger's mouth cracked and oozing blood.

Feel the aura that sweeps through the room.

Both of them knew that this was a chance, so they sat cross-legged together.

Run the exercises, absorb the aura into the qi pill.

Xiang Shaoyun turned over and stood up, and also began to capture the aura in the air, Qi Na Dantian.

As a great existence in this immortal palace immortal fate, after the fall, the aura provided by the Thin Dao people was much richer than those spirits, and even the spirit commanders, and they were much better refined.

Li Sansi and the others also stabilized their injuries from the self-explosion of the dead wood Daoist, and with excitement on their faces, they sat cross-legged and absorbed the aura.

......

North Luo, the island in the middle of the lake.

The lines in Lu Fan's eyes jumped, staring at the chessboard, and Jiang Chao, a thin Taoist who was unwilling to explode, appeared in front of him, and sighed.

This is the first secret realm boss he has constructed, and he has given it emotions and flesh.

It's a pity that Jiang Chao's fate was already doomed from the beginning, and he will continue to reincarnate in self-explosion.

The first secret realm has been cleared.

Just when Jiang Chao blew himself up.

In front of Lu Fan's eyes, the prompt of the system suddenly popped up.

"Congratulations to the host for building the secret realm 'Wolongling Immortal Palace' and completing the world's exploration and guidance ......"

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