A bonfire dinner for the eight surnames.

On the bronze platform, there was a snowstorm.

The golden streamers are galloping over the land, the killing intent of the Golden-winged Roc is rampant, and the Snow Vulture Clan's suppression of the rebels continues with bloody violence, but this "war" is not destined to last long, as the scene has begun to fall on the raiders...... The secret technique of the Eastern Demon Domain caught the cultivators of the Seven King Banners off guard, and most of those who were qualified to come to this grand event in Muhe were "pampered" grassland magnates.

Their strength is actually very strong, but they rarely have the experience of going to the western border of the Heavenly God Plateau in person to fight with the demon clan.

So the external force invited by the vulture king easily broke the long-standing balance of the grassland.

Since ancient times, no matter what the turmoil in the grassland has become, no one has ever asked for help from the Great Sui or the great forces of the demon clan like "Xuesha".

This is equivalent to giving up an entire grassland to others.

And on the bronze platform.

The seven grassland kings all looked extremely angry.

The coercion of that golden feather is getting stronger and stronger.

The Nirvana Demon Saint of the Eastern Demon Domain, the Great Elder of the Golden-Winged Dapeng Clan, the White Long Lamp!

There are only a few Nirvanas in the world, and the grassland has been tugging with the north and south for a long time, and they know all about the power of the two worlds, the demon saint, and the basic information.

The golden feathers hanging on the bronze platform bloom with wisps of brilliant brilliance.

The White Wolf King's expression was a little desperate.

The power of the demon saint level personally took action.

He was so far away from that realm that he couldn't even see the threshold of Nirvana......

A ray of light illuminates the darkness of the meadow dome.

The clouds were extremely low.

Xue Sha looked up, his face was full of hideousness, and his eyes were filled with that ray of fire.

He raised his arms, and countless winds swirled in front of him and behind him.

The Vulton King looked down at the seven Prairie Kings not far in front of him.

A coercive voice came out of his throat—

"See the demon saint, don't you bow down yet?"

The White Wolf King's face was hard to see...... Because after that ray of fire appeared, his knees had bent uncontrollably, and the power of the demon saint tore through the formation of the grassland, and this was the first time in so many years.

He looked at Xiao Yuanshan.

Countless golden Dapeng birds broke out of the wall from the singularity of the dome and swarmed away, surrounding the "Xiaoyuan Mountain" layer by layer, and the figure of Fu Sheng was submerged in the golden frenzy.

Xiao Yuanshan's formation was stimulated, and one after another scale armor broke through the ground, sweeping back and forth in the fog around the mountain, surrounded by arrays, but unfortunately it could not block the endless offensive.

From a distance, Xiaoyuan Mountain is also a tragedy, Dapeng Bird went to death without hesitation, after the body was shattered, the golden blood condensed and did not disperse, dyeing the whole mountain red.

The outcome of this battle was at the moment when the surprise attack was launched...... There is no suspense anymore.

In the heart of the White Wolf King, there was only one confusion.

These demon cultivators of the Eastern Demon Domain are not afraid of death at all...... Why is that?

It's too late for him to think more.

Above the dome, the flames sneered, and a figure burning with golden flames stepped from the void, and when he pressed down with one palm, the entire bronze platform collapsed in an instant, and the bodies of the seven grassland kings were all hit by this coercion.

The long white light flicked its fingers.

"Bang".

The mountain protection formation of that Xiaoyuan Mountain was shattered.

The golden roc bird swept into the mountains.

The old man in wheelchair sitting on the top of the mountain, his expression calm and fearless.

Fu Sheng's sleeve robe shook without wind, and he looked at the golden wave in the sky, this catastrophe could not be avoided, and he could not escape...... The Nirvana Demon Saint of the Eastern Demon Domain made a move, and his own Xiaoyuanshan formation naturally couldn't withstand the power of the Demon Saint.

The next thing that greeted him was life or death, and he didn't care.

Fu Sheng's hands were on the wheelchair, and in front of him, on the top of the mountain, one after another mountain rocks rose out of the ground, and after the mountain protection array was broken, there were still endless fragments of the magic circle rising up.

Fu Sheng's hands trembled slightly, and he took out a letter from his sleeve robe, which was the letter sent to him by the Great Prophet from the Vulture tribe, and it was also the only relic.

He gently recited the name of the late Great Prophet and said with a smile: "Ancient Tomb...... You're right, Xue Sha has a backbone, and he shouldn't be given so much power, but without Xue Sha, there will be the next Prairie King who will collude with the Eastern Demon Domain. ”

"We've stayed on a neutral position for too long, it's time to make a choice......" Fu Sheng raised his head, in his hand, the letter, slowly burned, invisible flames overflowed in the old man's robe, and the entire Xiaoyuan Mountain was burning with it, every formation, every talisman, every wisp of air, was boiling.

"Master, you taught me the way of the talisman formation, and the great grace is unforgettable. The old man closed his eyes slightly, and he said softly: "The inheritance of the Fu Saint of the White Wolf Royal Court, generation after generation, I am afraid that it will be cut off from me today." ”

The prophetic vein has been broken.

Fortunately, he had already taught all the secret patterns of Xiao Yuan Mountain to the Terran sword cultivator named "Ning Yi".

For so many years, the Fu Saints of Xiaoyuan Mountain, one after another, guarded the White Wolf Palace, strengthened the western border, and guarded the grassland formation.

Their teachers are all "meta".

And unfortunately, no one has ever seen the face of "Yuan", and no one knows what the teacher looks like.

Urle is the god of the steppe and the founder of the eight surnames.

Yuan Ze is more like the guardian of this grassland, silently guarding the safety of the grassland with his own inheritance.

"It's a pity. ”

Fu Sheng smiled.

He was no exception, preaching and receiving karma, but he had never seen what his teacher looked like.

Xiao Yuanshan's formation, the talisman, at this moment, boiled and burned, the first talisman paper exploded violently, and the shock in the air spread, followed by a series of explosions of countless talismans and formations.

The White Wolf King looked at Xiao Yuanshan in the distance with a pale face, drowning in a wave of fire, and the dark mushroom clouds rose and slowly dispersed.

And the "white long lamp" that popped out a finger from afar, just glanced at Xiao Yuanshan, and there was no extra movement.

He looked down at the seven steppe kings who had collapsed the bronze platform.

Hanging in the air, he gave a big salute and said respectfully, "I will tame them all." ”

Bai Changlan hummed softly.

All his mind is not here...... The war to pacify the eight surnames has ended at this moment, and the demon cultivators of the Eastern Demon Domain have arrived in this grassland, and there is no suspense about the outcome of the victory.

The one who called him over was the little prince he loved the most.

In the future, he will inherit the mantle of the "White Emperor" on the first day of the Eastern Demon Domain.

His consciousness was originally on Fengming Mountain, but at this moment, he quickly pulled back, and even teleported a Dharma body to the Heavenly God Plateau, these are all expensive consumption, although the Nirvana strong can penetrate the two places to travel freely, but it is not a random battle, the wind in the void will cause great damage to the body, even if there is a treasure to protect the body, the distance is too long, it will also hurt itself.

The long white light stepped out in one step.

In the next moment, we came to the River of Apocalypse.

He stood beside Bai Rulai with a complicated expression, looking at the young man beside him.

Bai Rulai's face was a little pale, and the injuries on his body could not be concealed from this Great Elder of the Eastern Demon Domain.

The vajra and the fan were all used.

There is also the Five Elements Dao Realm...... That Terran sword cultivator is so strong?

Bai Changlan frowned.

"You burst blood?"

In order to fight with Ning Yi, it is unimaginable that Bai Rulai would choose the method of "bursting blood", and in the end, he did not win.

Bai Rulai hummed softly, he wiped his lips with one hand, and said in a deep voice: "It's okay." ”

He stared at the bottom of the River of Apocalypse.

He swallowed the scroll. ”

The Great Elder's eyes were obscure, and when he arrived at the Heavenly God Plateau at this moment, he did not have a feeling of "relieved", on the contrary, a strong ominous aura was always entrenched in his heart, for the sake of insurance, he used one of his own Dharma Bodies, although the killing power is not as good as the strongest deity, but it also has the realm of crushing the Star Monarch, even if it is against Nirvana, he will not be afraid at all.

"I heard that the formations of this grassland are all from the hands of a formation mage named 'Yuan'......"

Bai Changlan frowned.

The Nirvana Demon Saint of the demon clan in the world, on Fengming Mountain, occasionally communicates with gods.

The Celestial God Plateau is the power that the demon clan has always wanted to take into the palm of his hand, but one emperor and one emperor have been on Fengming Mountain, and they have reminded that this matter should be handled softly and not forcefully, so over the years, the demon clan has been in a gentle attitude towards the Celestial Plateau.

The divine thoughts of several demon saints were shielded by the formation outside the Heavenly God Plateau.

The formation in the western border is quite mysterious, and the great array mage of the demon clan can't break through it at all, and the founder of this formation, "Yuan", is a rather mysterious existence.

Because of the attitude of the White Emperor and the Dragon Emperor, the demon clan and the grassland have been at peace all these years.

And the invasion of the Eastern Demon Domain, the shot of Bai Changdeng.

This is the first time in thousands of years that a demon saint has stepped into this place!

The sleeve robe of the long white lamp shook without wind.

The foreboding in the depths of his eyes grew thicker and thicker.

He looked down, but his mind was stopped.

The entire river of the Apocalypse was filled with the aura of the formation on the edge of the grassland......

And the deepest part of the river of the apocalypse.

A figure kept falling.

Fall again.

The power of the word scroll raged in Ning Yi's body.

His consciousness was getting blurred.

In a trance, there seemed to be a silver talisman passing in front of him, a familiar formation, a branded track.

Ning Yi stretched out his fingertips and slowly touched them.

"Goo-dong, goo-dong......"

He held his breath, his expression shocked, and slowly stood up in the River of Apocalypse, his feet on the riverbed, and where his fingertips touched, a large silver formation spread out.

Ning Yi's fingers kept outlining, and the formation patterns of this Xiaoyuan Mountain continued to spread, constantly entangled, like swimming fish, flying, scattering, and then ...... Coacervation!

Ning Yi's thoughts became ethereal and frozen.

"In the depths of the River of Apocalypse, there are many treasures buried, and Urle once obtained a secret treasure in the River of Apocalypse. ”

Fu Sheng said meaningfully to himself before leaving.

"This formation pattern will help you a lot. ”

"Go...... River of Apocalypse. ”

The shattered memories in my mind are all opened up at this moment.

Fragmented.

Hongshan Dormitory, the tourist who carved the image of Taiyi to save the suffering Tianzun.

The "Formation Grandmaster" who accompanied the Lionheart King but did not leave a name in history.

The mysterious man who carved the western frontier defense array for the grassland.

Ning Yi muttered softly.

In my mind, it is Xiao Yuanshan, Fu Sheng in a wheelchair, looking at the top of the mountain in the distance, slowly turning back.

"His name is ...... 'Yuan'. ”

(PS:1, I'm not in a very good state today, just a chapter.) 2, the new month is coming, ask for the tickets in everyone's hands. There is a double monthly pass in September, and around the 15th, everyone who has a large amount of tips can stay until the 15th. ）