The vicissitudes of life, the eternal life.

After the era of heavenly doom, the eight desolations and the universe, nine heavens and ten earths, only the young man who caught cicadas walked out of the mountains and preached the legends of the Emperor of Heaven.

and the deepest forbidden secrets of the primeval universe's blood.

After endless years, at the beginning of the beginning, it was a reincarnation of fate in a young man.

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The night is like ink, and the stars are like weaving.

The clouds and peaks of thousands of rocks are like falling mist, hanging majestically above the blue sky.

On one of the peaks, there was a dark and cold prison, with candlelight flickering on the ledge.

There was a squirming sound, and a figure flashed.

The Yun Miao Peak disciple in charge of guarding only had time to shout, "Who!" and fell down softly.

It's hard to imagine that there is a fat man with a big waist and a round waist, and he hurriedly looks for the key from the fallen guard.

In the cell, a young man lying on the ground with Erlang's legs crossed heard the movement, got up neatly, and tentatively shouted, "Xiaohua, is that you?"

The fat man walked over with a black face, blew his beard and glared, and said with a dissatisfied expression while picking the lock, "How many times have I told you, either I call Ye Xiaoyi or Ye Laohua." ”

Seeing that the person who came was fat, the young man's hanging heart relaxed, and he said seriously, "Okay, Xiaohua." ”

After saying that, he looked around, thought about it and asked, "How did you get in so easily?"

"How do I know, there aren't a few guards. ”

The fat man tilted his head sideways and motioned for the boy to come out quickly.

Looking at the thoughtful but unmoved young man, the fat man shouted anxiously: "What do you want! Fang Yang, don't leave yet!"

The young man was Fang Yang, he was stunned, and then said: "This is a trick set up by Guo Yan and them, and they will definitely harm me." ”

"No matter how many times they've hurt you, it's not too late. ”

The fat man shook his hand loudly, and said, "Stay here and wait for death, you can only go to Sifang Valley to find Senior Sister Chen now." ”

Fang Yang thought about it for a while, what the fat man said was indeed right. He and Guo Yan have been grudges for a long time, and the matter has come to this point, and it is impossible to sit still.

"Let's go. ”

Fang Yang said helplessly.

After saying that, the two began to run.

From a genius of the sect to a fugitive, Fang Yang had mixed feelings.

I couldn't help but glance at the token hidden in the spirit treasure, which was a quaint and mottled diamond-shaped token full of rust.

Engraved with the word "Qitian", the pen is dangerous, and the style is steep.

If it weren't for this token, his master wouldn't have been uncertain about his life and death, and he wouldn't have been reduced to the point he is now.

On the mountainside, through the cold moonlight, you can vaguely see a tall and handsome young man strolling leisurely with his hands on his hands.

The young man was none other than Guo Yan, and there was a group of Yun Miao Peak disciples around him like a moon and a moon, and they had been waiting for a long time.

"Senior brother, why did you deliberately release Fang Yang, it's so troublesome, it's so easy to kill directly!"

A roe deer-headed rat-eyed disciple said, his small, pointed eyes revealing a fierce light.

His name is Wu Yunsong, and among this group of disciples, he, Liu An, and Zhang Tian are Guo Yan's cronies.

Several of them are ruthless, and it is not once or twice that they have killed each other.

It's just that this time it seems to be a bit of a stick, after all, the name of the genius of the sect is not just a random person.

Guo Yan smiled confidently and calmly, and said indifferently: "If you don't let him out, how can you clean up the portal in the name of absconding in fear of crime, so that even if he dies, even Chen Su will not be able to trouble me." ”

The name of a man, the shadow of a tree. Hearing Chen Su's words, many disciples couldn't help but feel a chill on their backs.

As if I saw a woman with a clear expression caressing the guqin in the blue sea and blue sky.

This woman is dressed in plain white brocade, with a slender figure, her eyebrows are full of daisies, her eyes are cut water, and her skin is like condensation.

Hand plucked the seven strings, in the sound of the piano like a drizzle, the clouds are sudden, the wind and thunder for thousands of miles, the tide is vast, and there are no waves for thousands of miles!

Guo Yan is also among the tens of thousands of disciples of Yunmiao Peak, but compared to Chen Su, a genius who has not been born for a thousand years, it is also difficult to match, and it is too far behind.

When they came back to their senses, hearing Guo Yan's plan, all the disciples nodded yes.

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In the middle of nowhere, the sound of boots kicking bald. The figure in the distance gradually became clear, it was Fang Yang and the fat man.

Fang Yang and the others also saw Guo Yan and his party, their bodies froze, and they immediately looked around vigilantly.

Everyone looked at each other, and Guo Yan said unhurriedly: "Hua Chunyi, where are you going to take the traitors of this sect?"

The fat man's name is Hua Chunyi, he and Fang Yang grew up wearing a pair of pants since childhood, and they are one of Fang Yang's few friends in Yunmiao Peak.

He didn't care about what Guo Yan said, looked at Fang Yang, and quipped: "Listen, 'traitor'."

The fat man said as he gestured with his hand, "I put such a big hat on you and brought me with you." ”

"I just don't know how you explain when the head comes back. ”

The fat man looked at Guo Yan and them again, and said in a louder voice.

"It's a pity, you can't wait, Fang Yang killed the master and rebelled against the sect, today I will clean up the portal on behalf of the head of the sect. ”

After speaking, the killing intent on Guo Yan's body suddenly came out.

Fang Yang laughed and said, "Why are you talking so much, Guo Yan, don't you just want Qi Tianling, you don't dare to say it, you want to swallow it alone?"

Looking at Guo Yan, whose eyes were getting colder and colder, Fang Yang took a few steps forward and said jokingly: "Are you still afraid that your dirty and obscene things will be known?"

Guo Yan's so-called murder of the teacher and rebellion is not only a fictitious thing, but also a way to hide people's eyes and ears.

In the battle of Nanchishan, although Fang Yang had received the Qitian Order for nine deaths, his master Jiang Jingyan was seriously injured and his whereabouts were unknown.

His senior sister Chen Su is also not in the sect. Fang Yang, who has lost his asylum, is full of treasures, and he is not guilty, but he is guilty!

For Guo Yan, whether it is for the Qi Tian Order, or for killing people and killing people, Fang Yang must die!

Guo Yan said fiercely: "You are looking for death!"

He immediately waved his hand and instructed the disciples, "Kill him!"

The disciples hesitated and hesitated, "That Qi Tianling?"

Don't blame the disciples for Yiyu, Qi Tianling, how many people in the world are not red-eyed?

The Qitian Pavilion, which has stood for hundreds of thousands of years, will scatter a hundred Qitian orders every three hundred years.

A hundred sounds like a lot, but how big is Yujitian?

Whether it is the vast and frozen northern plains, or the barren southern frontier that stretches for thousands of miles, and thousands of paths and people disappear.

Or the forest sea is reckless, the boundless western mountain area, or it is as vast as the heavenly river, and the island is like the boundary of the East China Sea where the sand of the Ganges River is counted.

Or is it a state of Middle-earth with countless sects......

On the day of the opening of the pavilion, all cultivators below the Awakening Yuan Realm can go to the Qitian Pavilion to choose any rare treasure, or make a great opportunity.

Cultivators are incalculable, five or six out of ten of those below the Awakening Yuan Realm, and a hundred winners are just a drop in the ocean.

The three words "Qi Tianling".

It seems to exude a strong smell of blood, which often means endless battles and bloody bones.

How many people fight to the death for one. It can really be said that once in a lifetime, never in a lifetime!

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Guo Yan's face became even more ugly, and said: "Don't listen to his nonsense, killing him will naturally have your benefits, let him run away, you won't get anything!"

Although the Qi Tian Ling was good, it would only cause trouble for their lowly disciples.

The disciples thought for a moment, and after their eyes were red, they had to give up, and they all made their moves, rushing towards Fang Yang and them, and for a while, their spiritual power was boiling.

"Phew!"

The fat man shouted, the momentum burst out, the spiritual power surged, a punch blasted out, and the sound of the tiger's roar permeated his ears.

Several disciples clenched their fists with both hands to resist, and they did not stop retreating.

Seeing this, the fat man shouted: "Fang Yang, I'll drag them, you go quickly!"

"I'm gone, what are you going to do!"

Before the words fell, Fang Yang's hand was like lightning, and spiritual power gushed out, and in an instant, his palms reached forward.

Sometimes he clenched his fingers into a fist and bombarded his body, and sometimes turned into a fist to split his neck, tossing up and down like a silver snake swimming, strange and unpredictable, one after another.

It is the "cloud dialing hand" in the "Seven Styles of Cloud and Moon".

There were a few bangs, and several disciples fell to the ground in response, unable to hide their pain.

Although these disciples wanted to kill Fang Yang, Fang Yang still couldn't kill these fellow disciples and brothers, but only made it difficult for them to move for the time being.

After all, I grew up under the protection of my master and sister, who knows who is sinister, and I still lack the decisive and fierce killing heart.

"It can't be put off any longer. ”

Fang Yang said in his heart.

He clapped his hands, snorted casually, and said lightly: "Soil chicken tile dog." ”

After speaking, Fang Yang pointed at Guo Yan defiantly with his hand and said loudly: "Come! Guo Yan, you come!"

Having said that, looking at Guo Yan and his cronies Wu Yunsong opposite, they still haven't moved and are calm.

Fang Yang still couldn't help but feel nervous in his heart.

"It's not that easy to leave today. ”

With this in mind, Fang Yang couldn't help but quietly prepare for the change of place talisman, ready for trouble.

Guo Yan stared at Fang Yang, without saying a word, his heart was burning with jealousy.

Fang Yang was only a mere mid-grade Six Tibetan Realm, and it was almost effortless to face a group of top-grade Six Tibetan Realms.

"Could it be that the number of two hundred and ten in the first heaven is really so strong?

But his physique has never been recorded, obviously not any kind of treasure body, but he can still be so strong!

The most hateful thing is that he still has that once-in-300-year strange order on him!Fang Yang, today is your death!"

Guo Yan thought indignantly, and under those calm and unfazed eyes, the murderous aura began to spread......