And at this moment, the poison god in the distance laughed, clapped his hands, and said, "Rampant boy, what else can you do now?" ”

A strange hissing sounded from Wan Jianyi's left arm, and then a strange-shaped centipede flapped its wings and flew quickly, quickly flying towards the poison god. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Wan Jianyi's heart sank, and he only felt half of his body numb in the lightning, obviously, it was a rare poisonous thing in the world, and the paralyzing feeling was like thunder, and it rushed directly along his arm to the atrium with great agility.

He let out a low snort, and suddenly turned sideways again to meet Suzaku. Suzaku was taken aback, but the sword momentum in his hand did not change at all, and after a while, only a muffled sound was heard, and the main hall suddenly fell silent.

The blood flashed in the sky, and everyone was stunned, the man in white who was galloping like a god of war was cut off by Suzaku with a sword in mid-air, and then the entire left arm was directly cut off with his arm, and the blood gushed like a spring in an instant, dyeing half of his body red.

At this moment, even Suzaku himself was stunned, and although Wan Jianyi's face was pale, he didn't know what kind of strong will he had, so he laughed to himself, and suddenly he didn't retreat but advanced, and approached Suzaku directly.

Suzaku seemed to be stupid with fright, and he didn't react for a while.

The Qinglong and White Tiger below both exclaimed loudly, but Wan Jianyi did not hurt Suzaku with a heavy hand, but suddenly smiled slightly, stretched out his only right arm, and suddenly lifted the black veil on Suzaku's face, and then took a look.

"Sure enough, it's a stunning beauty!"

The man in white laughed, put down the black veil, and stepped back.

Suzaku froze in place, at that moment he only felt that his mind was blank, and it seemed to be full of things, and all that looked was the only face of the man in white left, after all, there was no room for anything else.

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As soon as the ten thousand swords fell to the ground, his body was unstable and he swung his sword outward, how could the people of the Demon Sect still let him escape so rampantly, and they all roared around him, and they were about to stop him, but at this moment, suddenly there was a vibration sound like thunder from afar, and the originally dark sky suddenly began to brighten.

The abyss, which hung upside down in the sky, trembled and began to gradually blur, even if the darkness in it was roaring and roaring, full of unwillingness, but it was still irreparable. Under this abyss, the Shura Pagoda also seemed to have reached the last moment at this moment, the blood flowing from Cang Song's body had completely soaked the entire tower, and large pieces of stone collapsed and fell, and finally at the last moment, after a loud bang, this strange-shaped tower collapsed.

At the moment when the Shura Pagoda collapsed, there were many changes, and a vision appeared in the sky: first, the phantom of the abyss trembled violently, and countless ghosts cried wolf howls, but suddenly in the fierce wind, all the darkness was condensed into one point, and then instantly dissipated in mid-air. Immediately afterwards, with the collapse of the Shura Tower, with the original tower base as the center, several huge cracks suddenly appeared around the remnants of the Shura Tower, and at the same time, countless small cracks were reborn around the cracks, spreading wildly in all directions.

The whole magic mountain, suddenly shook the mountain, and then the mountain peak cracked, countless cracks extended out at an incredible speed, and everywhere it passed, the stones walked away and the sand sinked, and there was a loud bang, as if the mountain gods of this magic mountain were furious, and sent out the most terrible roar towards the world!

This vision of heaven and earth was terrifying, and even more, in the exclamation of the people in the Demon Sect, even on the two statues of the Holy Mother and the King, there were more than a dozen large and small cracks......

Seeing that the idol was crumbling, the people of the Demon Sect were also shocked and speechless.

The earth was trembling wildly, and countless falling rocks collapsed and fell on the magic mountain, looking like the end of the world. Taking advantage of this chaos and the panic of the people in the Demon Sect, Wan Jianyi staggered out and killed, and then went straight to the Shura Tower. In a blink of an eye, I saw Cang Song pounced on the remnants of the Shura Tower, unconscious, and fainted.

Wan Jianyi took a deep breath and leaned down to grab Cang Song, but his body trembled suddenly, but the wound on his left arm was torn again, and another burst of blood gushed out. He only felt that it was dark in front of him, and he gasped violently a few times, but there was another angry shout in the distance behind him, and it was obvious that the Demon Cult pursuers rushed up again.

Wan Jian gritted his teeth one by one, slashed the dragon sword back into the sheath, and directly grabbed Cang Song's body with his right hand and leaned on his shoulder, and then saw several deep wounds on Cang Song's chest, and the entire chest was blurred with flesh and blood, and then looked at the blood stains on the remnant tower, Wan Jian seemed to understand something, and was moved for a while, and then nodded and said: "Well done!" ”

I don't know if it was because of the shock, Cang Song woke up slowly, saw Wan Jianyi at a glance, his face suddenly showed a look of surprise, and he shouted: "Senior Brother Wan, I ......"

Before the words fell, his gaze had already swept over Wan Jianyi's left arm, and his face suddenly changed greatly, and he lost his voice: "Senior Brother Wan, your left hand? ”

Wan Jian laughed, although his face was pale, he carried Cang Song directly down the mountain, and said in his mouth: "It's just a small injury, just an arm, how can you worry about it!" ”

Cang Song's lips squirmed a few times, and he just wanted to struggle and plan to come down, but his body only moved, but he suddenly felt that his whole body was weak, and he had no strength at all.

Wan Jian said in a deep voice: "Senior brother, you have lost too much blood and hurt your vitality, you can't do it at the moment, stay honest." ”

Cang Song was stunned for a moment, but he didn't want to let the senior brother who had lost an arm and was also seriously injured still carry him away, and when he was about to speak, his body suddenly shook and shouted: "Senior brother, be careful!" ”

A strong wind rushed from behind, accompanied by a rumbling sound that erupted everywhere on the Demon Mountain at this moment, almost like a giant beast roaring, and instantly hit the front. Wan Jian was caught off guard, and he was slammed in the back, his throat was sweet, and another mouthful of blood spurted out.

On the mountain road behind, the two masters of Qinglong and Poison God rushed out, followed by the white tiger, and chased down frantically. The white tiger roared angrily in his mouth, as if he was burning with anger, and shouted: "Stay for your life!" ”

As if to echo the roar of the white tiger, the entire magic mountain trembled violently, and then suddenly an earth-shattering loud bang erupted from the depths of the mountain in the distance, and a mountain peak burst into two halves, and then a huge scorching lava rushed straight into the sky, forming a terrifying black and red mixed mushroom cloud in mid-air, black smoke billowed out, and an extremely strong sulfur breath spread everywhere.

Wan Jian snorted coldly, ignoring the sudden volcanic eruption, his right hand grasped Cang Song, but he couldn't draw his sword, maybe he didn't know if he had the strength to draw his sword. He didn't even look back, he grabbed the pine and ran down the mountain to escape.

In the middle of this, the mountains kept shaking, large and small boulders kept rolling down, and occasionally there were countless sparks and scorching red magma falling from mid-air, so that people had to dodge in the middle.

In this way, a situation was formed in which the three major demon sect masters pursued behind him, and Wan Jianyi fled in a hurry with Cang Song, who was bloodless and weak.

This ending is almost self-evident, although there are all kinds of heaven and earth visions blocking it at this moment, but those three people are extremely strong masters of Taoism, Wan Jianyi himself was hit hard, and then brought a canopy, which was even more cumbersome, and it didn't take long for those three people to catch up.

The poison god let out a low shout, and a gray palm print condensed in mid-air, and slapped it directly.

Cang Song stared at the back, the corners of his eyes twitched but he couldn't do anything, he could only watch as the gray palm print smashed directly on Wan Jianyi's back.

Wan Jian snorted one by one, his body shook violently, and he was beaten and flew directly forward for several feet, and Cang Song even heard a few gurgling sounds in mid-air, as if it was the sound of bones shattering.

But Wan Jian stumbled a few steps, and his body looked like he was about to fall, but suddenly his steps stiffened, but after his body shook a few times, he still didn't say a word, and his hand holding Cang Song was still as steady as Mount Tai, and he still fled desperately to the bottom of the mountain.

At this time, the three masters of the Demon Sect were like nothing, and suddenly the three of them were even more enraged, and for a while, all kinds of attacks were like a tide, and they frantically hit Wan Jianyi. And Wan Jianyi could only rely on the terrain and the agility of his body to dodge as much as possible, and at this moment he was powerless to fight back. However, under such heavy pressure, he couldn't dodge the attack behind him at all, and it didn't take long for him to hear the sound of banging, and Wan Jianyi was hit several times in a row again.

Cang Song, who was carried by him on his shoulder, was already in a state of panic at this moment, struggling desperately, even his voice became hoarse, and he shouted in a hissed voice: "Senior Brother Wan, let me down!" ”

Wan Jianyi turned a deaf ear, and ignored Cang Song's struggle, just took him and continued to run, but only a few steps forward, and a heavy punch rushed from behind, hitting Wan Jianyi's back hard.

As soon as Wan Jian heard the sound of the wind, he barely let go of the strong tremor of the Demon Mountain, but he still couldn't completely avoid this terrifying fist, and was knocked out with a bang.

He tumbled and fell to the dirty ground, his white clothes rolled black and gray by the dust, and even the pine fell to the ground.

At this moment, when Wan Jian was embarrassed, where was there that handsome and chic appearance, and even his mind seemed to be a little blurred, as if he couldn't distinguish the direction and got up and fell. His body trembled, but suddenly he heard him roar, bit his tongue hard, and shook his head fiercely, and then his eyes suddenly became clear and firm.

He glanced around, then immediately ran towards Cangsong, staggered to Cangsong's side, and with his only arm, the arm that was already trembling, he picked up Cangsong again and carried it on his shoulder. Then, in the black and gray flying sky and the scorching starry firelight, he persistently rushed down the mountain.

In mid-air, Cang Song burst into tears, even the corners of his eyes were bleeding, and he shouted at Wan Jianyi with a crying voice: "Let me die!" Let's go, Senior Brother Wan! Let me die, let me die......"

Under the clear sky, the man's voice was tragic and poignant, treating life and death as nothing, echoing for a long time, hovering between heaven and earth.

(Some friends said that they burst into tears when they saw this, I don't know how you feel?) ）