Chapter 351: Bai Lin "Boom"

The blood-colored thunder light illuminated half of the sky into a brilliant fiery red, as bright as blood.

Everyone's faces were illuminated by red thunder, and each face had a different expression, some panicked, some surprised, and some calm.

Long Yuan stood in the void, trembling all over, he felt that an irresistible Tianwei had imprisoned him, and he couldn't move, in the face of such a terrible forbidden heavenly thunder, Long Yuan was already frightened into a cold sweat, and shouted loudly: "Lord Lengge, save me, save me......"

"Hey, I can't save you anymore. However, in order to protect herself, Leng Qiushui still took back the hand that was supposed to intercept Lei Guang, she let out a long sigh in place and closed her eyes.

Uncle Zhong couldn't bear to see Long Yuan die tragically, so he rushed forward like a moth to a fire, and was instantly dissipated by the falling blood thunder, leaving only the last voice: "Young Master Long, old man, old man can't protect you......"

Seeing that Uncle Zhong, who had protected him for more than ten years, died tragically in front of him, Long Yuan's painful green roots burst out, and he roared fiercely: "Wuheng, you will not die well in the future, you will not die well, and the Long family and Fengyue Pavilion will not let you go!"

"Hmph, you can't live for your own evil, who is to blame. Wu Heng's eyes were cold, and with a wave of his big hand, the blood-colored lightning thunder devastated and decayed, splitting Long Yuan into a burst of blood mist, which dispersed with the wind.

"Long Yuan, Long Yuan, who are you messing with, why did you come to provoke Wu Heng. Leng Qiushui stood in place and shook his head, muttering to himself, his beautiful eyes crossed a trace of cold and cold current, Fengyue Pavilion disciple Long Batian died in the hands of Wu Heng, but now his younger brother Long Yuan was still killed by Wu Heng, even if Leng Qiushui is generous, I am afraid that Wu Heng will hold a grudge against him.

The big disciple of the Tiangang Divine Sect stood not far away, coldly watching the whole process of the life-and-death battle between Wu Heng and Long Yuan, his eyes were uncertain, his heart was heavy, and he muttered to himself: "It seems that this Wu Heng will be a great enemy on my path in the future." ”

Xuanyuan Huo saw the deputy pavilion master of Fengyue Pavilion appear on the scene, and immediately showed a smile when he saw his old friend: "Leng Pavilion Lord tomorrow is the day your beloved apprentice gets married, it's really gratifying!"

Long Yuan was killed, Leng Qiushui was originally in a mess, but Xuanyuan Huo was the peak existence of the generation in the martial arts cultivation world of the Central Continent, and she was a junior, so she had to show a polite smile and responded: "Rejoice and rejoice!"

"The old man hasn't landed on Phantom Sky Island for more than ten years, but I didn't expect that now that my grandson Wuheng is going to cause trouble for you, but this Long Yuan wants to fight him to the death for no reason, it is too young and vigorous. Xuanyuan Huo smiled and spoke, his cloudy eyes revealing essence, he was protecting his shortcomings, and he directly clarified his position to escort Wu Heng.

"Long Yuan provoked in advance, and he really didn't blame Wu Heng. Leng Qiushui had a gentle and charming smile on the surface, but in fact, he was as vicious as a snake and scorpion in his heart, and he had already murdered Wu Heng.

"The Lord of the Cold Pavilion is really generous. Xuanyuan Huo nodded with a smile on his face, called Wu Heng over, and introduced: "This person in front of you is Leng Qiushui, the deputy pavilion master of Fengyue Pavilion, whose cultivation is unfathomable, and he once joined forces with Bai Chongshan to defeat a strong man who has been a half-step god!"

"The lord of the cold pavilion is good, the junior Wu Heng. Wu Heng bowed to Leng Qiushui, looking respectful, but he kept sneering in his heart, he learned the ancient scriptures of heaven and earth, and he was the best at observing people and things, this Leng Qiushui was very murderous to himself.

Leng Qiushui was wearing a blue coat, with a curvy posture and mature charm, she looked no more than twenty-seven or eighteen, she nodded and said: "Yes, a long talent, I have long heard that the head of the Xuanyuan family, your grandson, is young, but he touches the Six Forbidden Realms, and his future is limitless!"

"The cold pavilion lord has won the award. Wu Heng smiled, and then stepped aside.

Xuanyuan Huo and Leng Qiushui chatted politely, and she left in a hurry, and before leaving, she ordered the monks of Fengyue Pavilion to take Wu Heng and a few people to the rest place where Fengyue Pavilion entertained VIPs.

Fengyue Pavilion headquarters is located in the peach blossom source forest, it seems poetic and picturesque, everywhere is filled with fragrance, most of the buildings here are pavilions and pavilions, antique and antique, and the environment is elegant. Wu Heng, Xuanyuan Qingyun, Ouyang Xi, and Xuanyuan Yaotian wanted to visit the beautiful scenery of this place, so under the leadership of a young monk in Fengyue Pavilion, they embarked on a winding path, where the fragrance of flowers was overflowing, and the peach blossom leaf petals were flying, which was beautiful.

"The view is indeed beautiful, but one thing is too much to blame. Wu Heng walked on the road and suddenly sighed.

"It's a pity, Wu Gongzi, if you have any dissatisfaction with my Fengyue Pavilion, you might as well say it directly. The monk of the Wind Moon Pavilion, who was leading the way for a few people, spoke, his expression cloudy and unpleasant.

Wu Heng smiled and deliberately stretched his voice very long: "It's a pity...... This picturesque beauty is made by a pattern. ”

"Formation pattern?" Ouyang Xi and the others were surprised, and they didn't notice anything strange at all.

Wu Heng's expression was mysterious, and he said: "The road we are walking on is very straight, and there is no end in sight, it stands to reason that there is no such direct road in this kind of garden area, and this place is the headquarters of Fengyue Pavilion, but we have walked for so long, but we have not found any Fengyue Pavilion monks at all, not even a passerby, which is too illogical." ”

As soon as these words came out, Ouyang Xi and the three of them all broke out in a cold sweat, and after walking for so long, they didn't even notice this little detail.

Wu Heng said again: "The monks of Fengyue Pavilion are good at illusions, which distracts your attention, so you haven't been able to notice these small details, but I have learned an ancient scripture, and their illusions are useless to me." ”

At this moment, the Fengyue Pavilion monk who led the way suddenly panicked, a little nervous, beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and he didn't expect that Wu Heng was actually not confused by illusions.

"Tell me quickly, what do you mean by this, do you treat guests from afar like this?" Wu Heng sank, and his eyes swept in all directions.

"Gongzi Wuheng really lives up to his reputation, and even the broken formation patterns left by the Emperor of the Illusory Sky can be seen, which is really beyond our expectations!" Suddenly, there was a loud applause from the quiet Peach Blossom Source Forest, and not far in front of Wu Heng, the void was distorted, and a man in green clothes with a face like a crown of jade walked out of the distorted void, his hands still clapping.

"Bai Lin?" Ouyang Xi recognized the person at a glance, and his face was full of surprise.

Wu Heng looked at Bai Lin indifferently, and said without any expression: "Whether you are Bai Lin or Hei Lin, I am not interested, I just want to know what you mean by introducing us into the formation?"

"Praise you, are you really putting up a score?" Bai Lin smiled disdainfully, looked at Wu Heng viciously, and made a movement to wipe his neck: "I, Bai Lin, are here to ask for your life!"

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