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Hearing the voice behind him, the black-clothed Yuanying Monk turned his head to look at the demon cultivator, and said coldly, "You have too many words. ”

The demon cultivator only smiled, bowed respectfully but with disdain, and then silently stepped aside. Without a trace, his eyes looked at the corpse of the White Crane Sect disciple in the distance.

The Snow Saint Venerable has a life, but anyone who intends to report to the outside world will be killed. Slaughtering the village before, or killing the messenger who came to report the news from Qingyunmen. After all, the lives of these ants are worthless in the eyes of the devil. And in their opinion, it is more prudent and less labor-intensive.

But that disciple of the White Crane Sect was not only the same disciple of the leader Zhenjun, but also the beloved disciple he raised single-handedly. He killed without blinking. Such acts are chilling.

The bright and dark gazes of the surrounding demon cultivators seemed irrelevant to the black-clothed Yuanying Cultivator. He found a large tree at random and jumped on it, closed his eyes slightly, and refreshed himself.

The sun sinks and rises again, slowly moving from the east to the west. The afterglow of the setting sun turns the entire sky red, and the stratus clouds are completely colored. Orange yellow, deep purple, crimson, light pink, sprinkled with splendor.

I don't know why such a beautiful burning cloud has a shocking feeling in Su Jinge's eyes at this moment. She had never felt red so dazzling.

The continuous rush without stopping has made her almost out of strength. Perseverance alone sustains speed. At this moment, time flies for her. But the road to Dongyao has become extremely long.

Finally, the outline of the Dongyao Mountains appeared above the horizon.

As the distance approached, the wind gradually took on the slightest smell of blood. The fiery clouds above the dome turned a scarlet-purple-black color, enveloping the entire Dongyao Mountain Range beneath it. Between the clouds, countless spiritual lights and demonic qi were stirring endlessly.

Everything is the same as in the fantasy world.

The smell of blood grew clearer and stronger.

Su Jinge's body trembled slightly, and the more he tried to move forward, the more he felt that his body was weak, and every time he landed, it was as if he had stepped on a ball of cotton.

It was still as seen in the illusion, and there was an empty and dead silence in Wangxian City. There were mottled blood stains everywhere you looked. The corpses of demon cultivators, demon cultivators, mortals, and scattered cultivators and Fuguang disciples fell all over the city.

Su Jinge looked in the direction of the Star Picking Tower, and really saw a female cultivator wearing a Fuguang Dao robe standing on the top of the moon-white glazed tiles. Around her, a black-clothed demon cultivator fell sideways. Each demon cultivator had dozens of snow-white bone fragments stuck in his body.

Su Jinge only felt a chill all over his body, and his forehead and clothes were all wet with sweat. She forcibly suppressed the churning in her throat, but she couldn't control her body and staggered down the blood-stained white stone street.

In front of her was a woman dressed in a cloth and a silver hairpin. She fell to the ground in an extremely strange position, and her whole body was lying on the ground with her back and abdomen raised high like a boiled shrimp. Half of the exposed face was as white as paper, and there was a long bloody mouth on his back, and the skin and flesh were turned out, but there was no demonic energy.

Most of this person died of blood loss, what made her endure the severe pain and maintain this position?!

Su Jinge suddenly thought of something, half crawled and half ran in front of the woman, and gently pushed her body away. Sure enough, there was a small swaddling baby in her arms. Su Jinge carefully uncovered the corner of the swaddling clothes, but saw that the baby wrapped in the swaddling clothes had a blue and black face, and he had long lost his breath.

The cold wind with the smell of blood blew through the empty Wangxian City.

Su Jinge put the baby back into the woman's arms, stumbled to his feet, and tried his best to mobilize his strength to run towards Dongyao Mountain. As soon as he left Wangxian City, he heard two loud noises coming from the mountains of Dongyao. The wind and sand followed, carrying grass, trees and stones to fly in all directions.

Su Jinge walked against the wind and sand, ignoring the wood and stones that fell on his body, and he didn't care about checking the condition of his brother's family.

Even though there are subtle differences, everything you see in the Phantom Snow Lake is still happening one by one. It can't be violated, at least she has to live and die with her teacher.

When she had just jumped over the Crescent Lake, suddenly the clouds moved in all directions, and the demonic spirit soared to the sky. The sound of the fox's roar poured from the four fields to the sky.

Skim over the blood-stained stone staircase and through the blood-stained mountain gate. The demonic energy above the heavenly dome dissipated with a mournful roar. Su Jinge's heart tightened, and when he raised his head, he saw a flash of sword qi in the clouds, just like what he saw in the illusion, and the familiar figure fell down from the clouds.

The word "Master" choked in his throat, but he couldn't make a sound no matter what. The churning feeling that had been suppressed before could no longer be suppressed. Su Jinge finally fell to the ground and retched violently.

It has been said that people vomit when they are extremely nervous and sad. If she could, she would never know if it was true or not.

She hadn't eaten in days, and her stomach was empty and she didn't have much to vomit. The incessant retching made her mind dizzy, and the cold wind blew through her sweaty body, making the chill even worse.

The corpses and blood stains in front of him were as dead and silent as those in Wangxian City. Su Jinge stood up and walked towards the place where the spiritual light and demonic energy were stirring.

He had just walked out of a distance, and the wind was blowing all around, and the aura was rioting. Then a majestic force rushed from the front, knocking her whole body away. Su Jinge only felt as if his body had been crushed by hundreds of mountains at the same time, and he lost consciousness as soon as it was dark in front of him.

The mountains of Dongyao were shrouded in a dazzling spiritual light, and in an instant, the mountains and rocks were cracked, and broken trees were scattered all over the sky. A rumbling roar shook the earth. The aura raged into a stream, forming countless huge wind whirlpools that continued to devour and crush.

It was the power of self-detonation that belonged to the Yuan Hou monks.

It wasn't until the moon star was that Dongyao Mountain calmed down again. The aura and demonic energy disappeared without a trace. It's as if there's no life at all.

In that excessive silence, a group of black-clothed people silently entered Dongyao Mountain. The first person held the astrolabe and walked straight to the bottom of a peak.

The man looked up at the stars above the sky, carefully compared them with the astrolabe in his hand, turned around and said, "Lord Kang, this is indeed the place. ”

In the group behind him, someone took off the cloak on his head and walked out, "Hurry up and do it, so as not to have too many dreams at night." ”

As the loud voice fell, the group of black-clothed friars quickly formed a small formation. The aura and demonic energy gathered together in one place.

The sleeves of his robe flipped over and a delicate dice were taken out. After inhaling a little demonic energy, the dice began to spin rapidly, flying through the formation with a strange pattern, absorbing the spirit and demon qi. The speed of the delicate dice became faster and faster, and gradually only a pale white afterimage remained. The afterimages did not disappear, but remained strangely in the air and weaved into a web. When the delicate dice stopped turning, the point where the afterimage intersected emitted a five-colored aura. Those points of light correspond to the stars above the sky. As soon as the stars flashed, the point of light shimmered.

Kang Zhen stretched out his hand and put a little on the delicate dice. The ground shook violently, and a deep chasm emerged from beneath their feet. The floating star array trembled slightly, and then sank into the underground rift along with the exquisite dice.

A group of blackfriars quickly rose into the air, waiting for the roar of the earth.

The cold wind passed through the mountains and forests, making a low whistling sound.

After a long time, the only sound between heaven and earth was still the sound of the wind.

A black-clothed monk with a long sword finally couldn't help but speak, "Lord Kang, have we found the wrong direction? ”

The monk who was holding the astrolabe looked at the astrolabe in his hand again and said, "There is no mistake in the direction. ”

The sword-carrying monk immediately said, "If there is no mistake, please explain why the seal did not respond?" ”

The monk who took the astrolabe turned the astrolabe so that everyone could see its contents, "The seal has disappeared, indicating that the seal has been lifted." ”

Kang Zhen didn't make a sound, but his eyes were filled with inquiry.

The monk took the astrolabe, thought for a moment and said, "Among the secret realms that appeared on the Zhongyuan Continent, many of them were forcibly bound by the monk and were able to stay temporarily. For example, the secret realm of the Celestial Star that appeared more than a hundred years ago was forcibly bound by the power of several Yuanying monks. However, within a few days, the Celestial Star Secret Realm suddenly disappeared out of control, and it was rumored that the reason for this was that people from other realms intervened. ”

"Are you saying that there are people from other realms interfering with Dong Yao's seal?"

The monk nodded, and said, "To be exact, someone is netting the Zhongyuan Continent. The seal on the Zhongyuan Continent is the direction in which it reverses. As soon as the seal is removed here, the Quartet returns to its place, and the seal of Zhongyuan is lifted. ”

The sword-carrying monk and several other monks showed doubts on their faces. Apparently they are not convinced by such arguments.

In his heart, he could not fully believe it. But Su Qingxue admired this Mr. Yinian very much, and before he came, he said that all matters related to seals should obey this person's meaning. Therefore, even though he had a difference in his heart, he still raised his arm to signal everyone to retreat.

A demon cultivator hesitated for a moment and bowed, "Lord Kang, the Snow Saint Venerable has ordered that the enchantment blockade be removed as soon as the seal is lifted. Now....... ”

Now this situation is not even considered to be the removal of the seal. Should the barrier and the blockade be removed?

The demon cultivator stole a glance at Kang's face. He is in charge of reporting the news, and now he should inform the team guarding the barrier, he must find an idea.

Kang Zhen didn't think about it, and said in a deep voice: "Let them all withdraw to the banishment stream." ”