Deep, beneath the cliffs.

There was no room, only a stone platform, on which the Beixiao sycamore lay on it, covered with white clothes.

The cold moon sprinkled with clear light, reflecting her face as warm as jade.

I didn't see the Demon Lord.

"Tomorrow, I may not be there......" The voice was no longer cold, and seemed to be a little relieved.

Xiaodouzi was slightly stunned, and then fell silent, and there was actually a little guess in his heart.

Beixiao Wutong smiled, regardless of whether he understood it or not, sat up, and there was a sound of "bang, bang, bang" from under him, stretched out his arm, and touched Xiaodouzi's head: "If you don't pay attention, you have grown so tall, and it was only so little at the beginning." ”

She raised her hand to her chest and gestured, and Little Bean laughed.

Beixiao Wutong suddenly sighed and wanted to say something, but in the end, nothing was said.

"Let my aunt take a good look!"

The fingers slid from Xiaodouzi's eyebrows to his lips, and a trace of skin was felt carefully, a little itchy, but Xiaodouzi forcibly held back.

In the blink of an eye, the moon is hollow.

Beixiao Wutong's voice was gentle: "You go back." ”

"Hmm. Xiaodouzi nodded, and she didn't know what her aunt was calling her for tonight.

Leave.

"Don't think I'm ......"

When Xiaodouzi's figure disappeared, she finally whispered this.

Early in the morning, as soon as it was dawn, Xiaodouzi was woken up by a deafening roar.

The whole mountain top seemed to collapse, and the sky shook. In the air, there is no longer a round of scorching sun, but also a round of black sun, opposite, Beixiao Wutong stepped on the cyan sword, fluttering like a fairy.

"That's, the Demon Lord and Auntie?"

The next moment, I saw the black sun representing the demon lord rising, crushing towards the Beixiao Wutong, the clothes fluttered, and the cyan sword light turned into three thousand, forming a sword array and shooting towards the black sun, trying to pierce it.

The heavens are shaking!

In the distance, dozens of floating lights swept by, floating in the air, with a solemn face.

"It's Sycamore!" the robed woman looked worried.

Someone else exclaimed: "The other person is Ye Xuan!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.

"It's so strong!"

"Elder Yunxiao may be an enemy?" someone asked.

Yunxiao is a woman in a Taoist robe, about thirty years old, with a dusty temperament and graceful and luxurious. She sighed, "I can't. ”

"Elder Yunchen may be the enemy of Beixiao?"

Yunchen sighed: "Invincible!"

Everyone looked at the first place, a wooden hairpin tied up the hair, and he was the only one with gray hair, but his complexion was ruddy, like a baby.

Daohong!

The first seat of the seventh generation of Hongdao Sect, the first person of today's decency!

"Between five and five. His face was sorrowful.

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked, even the Demon Dao Patriarch who was so powerful back then had never let Dao Hong show such a worried appearance.

"Then we might as well join forces with Beixiao Wutong to kill this person!"

Yunxiao smiled bitterly and looked at the eighth-generation elder: "Wutong won't join forces with us......"

"Why?"

Not only the eight-generation elder, but all the eight-generation elders were full of doubts, Beixiao Wutong, no matter what, was considered a disciple of the Hongdao Sect, and the other party was obviously a demon cultivator.

The seven generations of elders were all silent, and after a long time, someone sighed, and their voices were full of helplessness: "You don't understand. ”

You don't understand how proud it was.

However, no one mentioned this stubble again.

At this point, the battle was at a fever pitch. The North Night Sycamore looked more and more struggling.

"He's stronger......" said Yunchen.

Yunxiao was secretly anxious, but Daohong didn't speak, so he could only watch.

"Don't you use that power yet?" In the black sun, Ye Xuan revealed his figure.

Beixiao Wutong's face was a little pale, and a smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth, looking a little desolate: "I have already sworn that I will not use that power again, if I disobey, my soul will be scattered." ”

"Then you go and die. ”

A round of black light pierced through the void and pierced the North Night Sycamore!

"Auntie!"

Little Bean's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Wutong!" Yunxiao wanted to rush forward, but was pulled by Yunchen.

Ye Xuan frowned, even just now, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth. At this moment, I couldn't laugh anymore: "Why don't you block it?"

Beixiao Wutong's chest was pierced by black light, and most of the white clothes on his chest were dyed red. She gasped: "What you owe you should be repaid." ”

Silent.

Only Xiaodouzi climbed towards the top of the mountain, wanting to get closer to the North Night Sycamore, wanting to protect her.

He screamed as he crawled, "Don't hurt my aunt!"

"Please, one thing. Beixiao Wutong said suddenly.

Say. ”

"Take him away!"

Ye Xuan looked at Xiaodouzi and smiled: "It's not like you." ”

Beixiao Wutong didn't seem to hear his words, and looked up at the sky: "You say, if time can be turned back, will we be different?"

Ye Xuan was silent.

"Auntie, wait for me!"

This mountain wall is not something that people can climb at all, and there is no place to borrow strength, as if it has been cut by a sword. Little Beanzi dug his fingers into the stone, blood dripping from it.

Beixiao Wutong took one last look at Xiaodouzi.

Little Beanzi looked up, and he seemed to feel that his aunt was saying something to him, but he couldn't hear it.

Only Ye Xuan could see the shape of her mouth.

I'm sorry!

"Boom!"

The earth-shattering momentum erupted.

The demon lord Ye Xuan changed color, and the elders of the Hongdao Sect were shocked!

The whole world, those who have reached a certain level of cultivation look at the sky at the same time.

No matter how far away, they could see that in the sky, a big road was lit up, auspicious clouds were accompanied, fairy beasts were running, and at the end of the road, there was a looming portal.

"Ascend the Immortal Road, Break into the Gate of Heaven ......"

Countless people muttered to themselves.

Cultivating immortals and demons is cultivating detachment. However, in the world for ten thousand years, who can transcend?

There are only rumors that those who have the strength to heaven can open the road to immortals, break through the gate of heaven, and become a god if they enter, and if they fail... Dead and soulless!

The white-clothed blood-stained Beixiao Wutong stepped on the fairy road, and all around, the black and white aura flickered, and it was extremely powerful!

The people of Hongdao Sect were silent, they couldn't believe it anyway, for thousands of years, the person who could open the path of immortals would be Beixiao Wutong.

This seventh-generation disciple, who was once worshipped as a goddess by countless cultivators, has long been forgotten.

But now, in this world, is there her opponent?

"She cultivated to the sky, why did she let Ye Xuan hurt her?"

As soon as the eight generations of elders said this, the seven generations of elders changed color. The fairy road is dangerous, and the slightest carelessness will lead to a dissipation of her soul, and she stepped on it with a serious injury. Beixiao Wutong actually stepped into the fairy road with a will to die!

Why?

No one can understand, and Ye Xuan, the only one who can understand, is silent.

The white clothes were flying, everyone watched quietly, and Beixiao Wutong stepped into the fairy road with one foot, and finally stood still.

Looking around, the fairy mist is shrouded, the cranes are flying and the phoenix is singing, a good scene of the fairy family. Rao is calm state of mind for many years can't help but show curiosity: "Is this the fairy road?"

Slowly take a step forward, and the wind and clouds will change abruptly!