The spiritual power of the two in front of them in their cultivation is completely higher than that of the top cultivators, perhaps because they were born in a family with many spiritual talents, and their bodies flow with the most talented blood that is conducive to cultivating spiritual power.

Feeling the threat of being attacked on both sides in front of him, and the hint of being sharp like a knife hidden in the dark, Su Yunzhong couldn't help but feel a sigh of emotion in his heart, after many years, he still used the same intention as before, shook his head slightly, and did not resist the palm coming in front of him, but turned around abruptly again, and the rich source qi came out with the push of the palm.

didn't look back, didn't dodge, his eyes were like a tiger descending from a mountain, looking at the aura of death that seemed to be so close, staring at the meaning hidden in the dark, a smile like a breeze appeared on the corner of his mouth, and a rich aura appeared in his body and condensed on the palm of his hand and slashed forward.

The strong palm wind collided with the whistling and winged blood eagle, causing a violent fluctuation to shake in all directions, the blood eagle turned into a ray of light, and the rapid collapse instantly prompted a strong force, and it bloomed with a bang, like countless sparks like fireworks appeared in front of him, and then scattered all over the ground.

The surrounding space rippled and fell, sinking without a trace with endless energy, and the sound of high-speed shattering suddenly echoed in the ears, and the frozen space in front of him fell powerlessly downward, falling towards the end of life that had reached the twilight of life.

The layers of ice sealed the world collapsed suddenly, Su Yunzhong's expression changed suddenly, a miserable howl burst out of his mouth, and under the clenched hands, what he faintly saw was no longer a uniform breath, but an increasingly undulating and violent aura.

The wind swept through the whole body, the messy hair was dancing wildly, and when the violent aura stopped, Su Yunzhong's pupils were full of fierce gaze, and when he gently closed his eyelids, a drop of blood and tears quietly fell from the wrinkled cheeks.

As a piece of broken ice fell, the cold chill in front of them gradually faded, and everyone suddenly felt like a dream, where there were snowflakes sweeping in the sky, and even the long table that they saw with their own eyes still fell quietly on the side as when they first entered this tea room.

I couldn't help but feel a terrible aura rise in my heart, and my frightened eyes were looking at the strange room around me.

Suddenly, there was absolute silence, and the heartbeat of everyone could be faintly heard pouring out the panic that shook the heart.

Inside the room, a coarse linen man fell into endless pain...

Looking at the faint-eyed butterfly, snuggling into Su Yunzhong's arms, under the pale cheeks, it was already about to become a withering flower, with an unprecedented ease at the corner of his mouth, but Su Yunzhong was flaring himself like he had lost his mind.

Dieshang stretched out her palm to caress the gradually darkening face in front of her, and then the shallow jade hand that had once been a fluttering and beautiful dance, and the shallow jade hand that had ceased to be a big bird fell in front of Su Yunzhong's eyes.

Leaving only soft words, the butterfly walks in front of you, for fear of walking behind you, and crying when I see you looking back.

......

"Living in the failed hands of the people she loves the most is the best relief for her. And you are the hands that sent her in with your own hands, forever silent in the cycle of pain. With his hands on his belly, he looked at Su Yun who was in a state of distraction in front of him, and said with a sarcastic meaning.

After taking a small step, he then said: "The same spirit invades the world of illusion, and my brother is still as disappointing as before, true and false, false and true, true and false, false and true, true and false, false and false, true and false, true and false, false and not true, true and false, false but not true, and the way of heaven! You will never be able to live through the nightmare hidden in your heart." Excessive trust in me, old thoughts, but your pathetic helplessness. ”

With such an undulating and fanatical gaze, his hands were open, his wide robe swayed in the wind, and his eyes were slightly squinted, as if he was feeling the support of the founding spirit.

"The prophecy numerology of the Founding Yuan Spirit appeared, and it was the ultimate devout one who gave his life for it, and I was born for the Founding Yuan Spirit!"

Under the firmament created by the Founding Primordial Spirit, the Founding Primordial Spirit, which existed only because it had never appeared, left behind a trajectory prophecy that was more or less as a vibrant life like a breeze and willows, resolutely stepped into the game it prescribed and fell, and the cycle did not stop.

"Killing only exists for numerology, and numerology exists only for the cleansing of killing! Killing is endless! Numerology never ends!"

The room heard a mad roar coming from under his robes, and frowned, as if he would see it as a mad madman and talk nonsense, all with a sarcastic sneer, and shook his head slightly.

The sudden change under the snowy night this year, Qin Changjie with a young face always listened to too many confusing words, but after many years, he finally regretted that he was just a numerology under the founding spirit of all beings.

In the past, it was always thought that the cold star was swimming above the sparkling Milky Way, but at this time, it looks like the Milky Way made of a loom is hidden in the cold star. The tiredness under the bow, the faint sadness in the eyes, and the butterfly figure in the reflection of red tears refused to fall.

The clouds were like the moonlight flowing quietly in the night, looking at the butterfly clothes snuggled in front of him, his hands gently caressed his sleeping face, and then combed the slightly messy green silk. Accompanied by many years, only when she was idle, she combed a silk of green silk with the eyes of the pretending Yang Li, and as the years passed, she felt that the green silk gradually became white.

"Dieshang, just sleep quietly for the time being, and she will wake up one day. And you are awake and asleep, pretending that nothing happened, is it that after all these years, you still refuse to give up the so-called stupid prophecy. ”

"Just a piece of text in your mouth has been processed and sung into a childish nursery rhyme, and the mouse that you have hidden in the stinky ditch for a long time will appear under this bright sky, so that the day when you can't see the sun is the slightest chance to get out of the gloomy darkness, jump on the stage and wag your dirty tail in your heart and go crazy. ”

With a low, hoarse sarcasm, the corners of his mouth twitched and trembled, and his tone gradually raised and scolded the most familiar eyes in front of him, and his eyes revealed the pent-up anger that had erupted in the depths of his heart.

The gray tiles of the green wall fell into a silent cold, and the spiritual objects around the Jiangcheng capital all sank into the nightmare that disappeared under the strange silence, and there was not a trace of crisp chirp that appeared in the air, and a cold wind with the smell of blood blew, pulling up a layer of snowflakes that fell on the bluestone slab.

When the layer of snow-capped and soft willow-like snowflakes was pulled up, a pool of crimson blood hidden under the snow was exposed to the biting cold wind, and instantly solidified into the most sought-after blood blue of fanaticism. The crisp sound of shattering echoed in bursts, and when the cold iron boots walked down, red lotuses bloomed.

"Speaking of the means of processing such an artistic sense, it is Qin Qian, who you follow most loyally, who is the interpreter! Su Yunzhong, you should know that because of the kindness of you and Liubai Cliff back then, it would not lead to your current destination!"

Raising his fanatical and pious gaze, he suddenly looked at Su Yunzhong's eyes full of hatred, the pupils were full of scarlet blood, the arms exposed in the air appeared with the imprint that had faded color, and the scars with distinct furrows clinged to the skin like demons.

Although the color has faded, judging from the seeping scars, the heavily armored soldiers in armor around them suddenly fell on their foreheads with a violent sound of thunder and thunder, and their eyes were filled with deep shock, and suddenly the backbone of their backs was cold, and countless tiny hairs stood up.

The imprint on the scar was an unforgettable piece of blood in the eyes of the young man in heavy armor, and it was recorded in ink on the nine days of the night. The veins on the arms, the Night Rising Dynasty is different from the ordinary marks printed elsewhere on the body, but the prohibition that stifles and threatens the dynasty.

Su Luochen, who was one of the causes of the story many years ago, took a deep breath of cool air, and then put his blazing gaze on Su Yunzhong's body, as if he saw the first light before dawn, and the surging waves surged in his heart.

For him, a small tea room actually had a meeting gift that stirred their blood tumbling and stepping into the threshold. The cold did not abate, a layer of white fine water droplets hung on the hair, and the right hand subconsciously pulled out the knife beside him, and gradually a cold light appeared in the angle under the eyes.

"Since the immortal founding primordial spirit, seeing that we who have become rats living under the gutter should not die, let us be reborn again to comply with numerology!" Putting down his outstretched hands and holding them in front of his chest and abdomen, Su Luochen smelled that there was a strong smell of blood in the room at this time, and the corners of his mouth swept over the cold cunning.

A gust of wind rose, and the corners of the gray robe under Su Luochen's body rolled up wildly, coming from the depths of hell and cutting through the void, and a sharp and piercing roar of the blood eagle was heard.

In the white snowflakes in the house, there was a light that floated from time to time, breaking through the hazy sight between heaven and earth, and the snowflakes that fell on the knife in his hand instantly turned into water vapor, and the scarlet bloodshot eyes revealed a fishy smell, and swallowed towards Su Yun on the ground.

And the bloated Lu Pang's eyes were full of dazedness for a while, and when he swallowed a cup of tea with a snap of his fingers, the colleagues around him fell into a madness after a roar, revealing a hideous and distorted face, and the knife in his hand rolled up a fishy smell from his side like a ghost.

What made him break out in a cold sweat was that one of the people under his command actually turned around, with disgusting juice on the corner of his mouth, and a terrifying weird smile appeared, and then followed the crazy demon in front of him towards Su Yunzhong.

Swallowing a mouthful of phlegm deeply, a hot bead of sweat slid behind his spine.

......

Su Yunzhong glanced at the people who were coming towards him, his eyes gradually became cold, and he said in a deep voice: "Such a manipulation of human nature is the most vicious means of your Yuan Xuan, and the forbidden technique from the spiritual realm left in the clan, you still touched it, many years ago, just because you were the younger brother of my Su Yunzhong's mother, I didn't strangle you." ”

When the blades were about to stab at Su Yunzhong's body, he saw Su Yunzhong raise his palm and brush it in mid-air, and the cold knife was caught by his fingers, and suddenly the snowflakes flying in front of him stopped at this moment, and he raised his eyes to look at the butterfly in his arms.

Gently put down the butterfly in his arms, leaned over and kissed him on the forehead, like a dragonfly in the summer gently touching the water, and then set his eyes on Su Luochen's eyes in the distance.

Bang Bang!

A crisp sound appeared between his fingers, and the Mo knife in front of him quickly shattered into countless blades, showing a huge solo petal, exuding purple bewitching eyes, and suddenly bloomed towards the house.

Coming from the void and going from the void, passing through the cold night with a gloomy and cold breath, dyeing the charcoal fire on the iron basin into a purple flame and swaying, leaving deep traces of ravines on the green wall where the eyes passed, and the people who were frozen in the air added thousands of blood marks to them.

Looking at the shattered Mo knife, a huge petal that had never been seen before appeared in the air, and then lines emerged in the eyes from the eyes to weave an impeccable shackle, and this impermeable line expressed the imminence of death to people.

Yang Xi, Lu Pang, Qin Changjie, and Su Tang, who were not stunned, did not feel a trace of fear after looking at this shocking scene, and their hearts were no longer wondering why this group of people suddenly went crazy, but like enjoying the perfect stage ending, there was a shocking storm in their hearts.

Just when the picture of the murder was not finished, the debris that was running at high speed in the house seemed to be restrained by a wave of energy in the void, and instantly turned into powder and disappeared in front of him. The heavy armor that had stopped in mid-air flew in all directions and fell to the ground.

A violent cry of pain suddenly sounded, and the flesh and blood that had been scratched twitched, and the original hideous scarlet eyes returned to their original form.

But the gray-robed cultivator was different from these heavily armored soldiers, lying in a pool of blood and already dead, becoming a cold corpse with dazed pupils. In these heavy armoured soldiers who are not dead and cry out in pain, they are lucky to go to hell and pick up a life.

For those cultivators in gray robes in pools of blood, pain is for them to live in this world.

I don't know when, Su Yunzhong held a source weapon in his hand, looking at its shape, it was said to be a sword and it was like a knife, but it was like a sword, as if a sword was embedded in the sword, his eyes were full of killing intent, and a rich source qi appeared on his body, and the sword in his hand was faintly covered with a layer of frost falling on it.

With a light wave, a chill suddenly appeared, and everywhere he saw was a cold chill.

"Cultivating the Source Spiritual Forbidden Technique, all souls return to the Su family!" Su Yunzhong looked at the corpse on the ground indifferently and spit it out softly from his mouth.

"Frost Falls!"

In the distance, Su Luochen didn't even glance at the cultivator who was lying dead in a pool of blood, his eyes were full of burning greed, and where these bottomless pit of eyes followed, it was caused by a frost on Su Yunzhong's palm.