Canglong Villa settled for a while, and everyone present relieved themselves, and looked at it, an old Taoist under the moonlight, standing in the center of everyone, swept his eyes sharply, and even Xiao asked for more than a chill.

"What is this man afraid of? In the sea of Shennong's mind, there was a burst of sarcasm.

At this moment, the rest of the people knelt down towards this old man with fairy wind bones, only to hear everyone shouting: "Kunlun Ancestor".

At that time, when I went to Phantom Hill Mountain to see Nalan Dieyi, I had passed by Kunlun Mountain, and Xiao asked I don't know what the Kunlun Ancestor has to do with Kunlun Mountain, but looking at the momentum of the Kunlun Ancestor, it is inseparable from Yi Mubai.

Except for the time when a circle of people knelt on the ground, only Xiao Wendao and the three brothers of Kumu Dao were still standing straight opposite Kunlun Old Ancestor.

Kunlun Ancestor raised a pair of eyebrows, and Xiao asked for a pair of eyebrows, and when they were-for-tat, Kunlun Ancestor slapped the three of them with a palm.

The bitter wood Taoist was pulled to the side by the poor Taoist priest, Xiao Daodao sacrificed the purple gold stele, the thunder was like lightning, the stars were bright and the moon was bright, the two were staggered, and the Kunlun ancestor died behind Xiao Wendao.

Xiao Wendao's face was red under the night, and his lower body was floating, and the poor Taoist priest hurriedly supported Xiao Wendao, and the bitter wood Taoist stretched out a finger to lift Kunlun Old Ancestor.

When the Kumu Daoist lifted the Kunlun Old Ancestor on his waist, a stream of porcelain-white bone powder poured out from the silver Dao robe of the Kunlun Old Ancestor, and a figure who had cultivated to the highest level of the infant turned into smoke and dust.

But after a breath, Xiao asked, and the Kunlun Ancestor was crushed and scattered.

"Seniors. ”

The person who knelt down to the Kunlun Ancestor just now knelt down at Xiao Wendao's feet again.

"Get out. ”

Xiao Wenwen spit out a word from his mouth, and leaned on the poor Taoist's shoulder.

No one noticed that Xiao Wendao was holding an emerald green bottle in his left hand, which contained a "burning ant" that destroyed the world.

Just when the Kunlun Ancestor asked Xiao to make a move, Shennong reminded Xiao Wendao of the word "Burning Ants", covering the Zijin Tablet to block the palm power of the Kunlun Ancestor, and pressed the jade bottle containing the burning ants in his left hand on the abdomen of the Kunlun Ancestor.

But even he himself never thought that a single burning ant could kill a master who was about to be born here in seconds.

And Xiao Wendao still felt the power of Kunlun Ancestor's palm, and death was a breath.

After the heart was frightened, there was a palpitation, and with a long breath, even the eyes of the bitter wood Taoist and the poor Taoist priest changed when they looked at him.

"I've been divining all my life, and you're the only one I don't dare to tell, and I can't tell. After the poor Taoist priest finished speaking, he also sighed.

After the three of them walked out of Canglong Villa, they went straight to the imperial palace.

In the middle of the night, there was no light in the imperial palace, just like a deserted mountain.

This imperial palace can be seen everywhere is the totem of the dragon family, whether it is on the carved beams of the imperial palace, or under the painting of the imperial palace, every step is inseparable from the figure of the dragon family.

The dragon is the head of all demons, and it can be said from the mouth of the little black dragon Chunchun that the dragon clan never calls itself a demon, and generally becomes a dragon god.

Xiao asked is noncommittal about this statement, for the matter of bragging, regardless of race or gender, no matter the gods, demons and ghosts, when they break through the "rivers and lakes", they will think of a loud name.

After all, a nickname is a person's second face.

And the reason why Xiao Wendao re-named the little black dragon "Chunchun" was to let her not think nonsense, and she was afraid that she would "not be able to suppress it".

This is Xiao Wendao's assumption, but it has not affected Xiao Heilong's self-perception at all, she is a dragon clan, and Xiao Wendao raised a dragon clan.

If you have milk, you are a mother, and the little black dragon did not ask Xiao Wendao to be a mother, but she became her "nurse" without accident.

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Just as Xiao Wendao and the three of them stepped into the heavy palace of the imperial palace, a candle flame flickered in front of them, like a "ghost fire" in the wilderness, emitting a trace of green light.

"Bang"

Listening to the slight popping sound of the candles, the entire imperial palace was lit up.

The firelight was as bright as day, and then looked up at the bright moon hanging in the night sky, and the bright moon was slightly less bright than the imperial palace.

"The young lady is there".

The little girl lying on the shoulder of the poor Taoist priest pointed to a very conspicuous high-platform pavilion in the imperial palace, and there was a huge night pearl on the pavilion.

The pearlescent and moonlit night pearl is covered with a plain white veil.

On top of the high platform, three people sat around the high platform, all three of whom wore black masks, and under the masks were a handful of silver beards.

Behind the three of them were dark white wings, each carrying three sharp blades under the wings.

If the blade is not in the sheath, it will take the life of a person at any time.

The three elders of the Yu clan, the essence of light flashed on the bodies of Xiao Wendao and the three of them, and when the wings behind them waved, the wind blades were like rain, and the tiles above the dungeon were all overturned and fell to the ground.

"I'll go first. Xiao asked, took out the purple gold stele, carried it and walked towards the high pavilion.

The further you go, the stronger the wind.

Without stopping, he walked among the three of them in one go. I saw that on his ground, a small tornado appeared out of thin air, the tornado was only a foot long, around Xiao Wendao's surroundings, it rose up, the wind disappeared, and what was left was a snowy realm.

Looking up, a slanted mountain was reflected in Xiao Wendao's eyes, the mountain was like an umbrella held diagonally, and the remaining umbrella pole was still inserted in the ground, and then looked closely at a sword, an improper sword.

This is Buzheng Mountain, where he has lived since he was a child, Xiao Wendao also carried three small wine gourds behind his buttocks, and the gourds were dangling with the burning knife wine that his father loved to drink.

His mother made a leather armor for him out of hare skin, and his sister Xiao Yun'er held a wooden stick and waved a small fist at him, he remembered that it was his sister who had endured it since he was a child, and he remembered that it was the person he had accompanied since childhood.

Huer, the great earthquake at the foot cracked, and the mountain fell.

The gravel was like rain, and he was about to bury the unrighteous mountain, but he saw the "beloved" uncle holding Banxia's hand and looking at Xiao and asked, "Child, do you want to save your family and the people of the unrighteous mountain?" ”

Xiao Wendao nodded, looked at the "beloved" uncle who was not yet the Demon Lord, and then turned his head, and stood behind Xiao Wendao with a lonely Hanhan, she said, "Use the elixir in my stomach to save people." ”

The heaven and earth are hugely quiet, the white unjust mountains, the snowy far north, and the "relatives" who are about to be annihilated by the earth.

Xiao asked, raised his eyebrows, looked at the "beloved" uncle, and said: "The lives of the people of the unrighteous mountains are their lives, and the lives of my sisters are also their lives, and Dugu Hanhan's life is only her life, save your life with your life, uncle Liangren, you are wrong." ”

Just as Xiao asked and finished saying this, Buzheng Mountain still fell.

The dust never fell, Xiao Wenwen pulled out his Dao sword, and a sword stabbed a meter in front of him.

"Since I was a child, my mother taught me that if you enter the Tao, you don't necessarily do good. And only by doing good deeds can we enter the door. Just a soft, ethereal sentence tore open this snowy land.

The Dao Gate was torn open by Xiao Wendao, and his Dao Heart was also opened, and it was as empty as the snowfields of the extreme north, except for the snow, it was a lonely mountain and a lonely mountain.

A streak of blood appeared at Xiao Wenwen's feet, and the blood flowed into the ground.

When Xiao asked and opened his eyes again, a tear on his cheek also fell on the autumn mud.

The three elders of the Yu clan, the dark white wings behind them turned miserable white, and the old man who was facing him said: "The heart of a young man is not a heroic dream. Cherish dreams, cherish dreams. ”

In the middle of the fight, the three clan elders shot at the same time, and the sharp blade broke through the wind, and Xiao asked and rose into the air.

The Daoist sword was like a spiritual snake, and in the group attack of the three clan elders, he easily dodged the "killing moves" of the three clan elders.

Xiao Wendao glanced at the poor Taoist priest and the bitter wood Taoist priest, and saw that both of them were hanging on the threshold, looking at the front with blank eyes, as if they had been hooked by someone.

"Don't look at it, the two of them can't help you, their minds are already in a dream, and the only one who can wake them up is themselves. A Yu clan elder on the side said loudly.

"It is better to ask for others than for yourself. ”

Away from the fire, it is crisscrossed above the sky.

"I didn't expect to understand the Five Elements. "An old man of the Yu clan said that his voice was quite thick, and his blade was more than twice as fast in the wind.

Leaving the fire again, the person who controls the wind leaves the fire, and sees that he is about to come to the front of the elder of the Yu clan in front of him, the wind is urgent, but the fire is coming towards him.

In his heart, the elder of the Yu clan seems to be moving, but in fact he is moving.

It seems that I move, but I can't move.

"We have to be reactive to be proactive. ”

Xiao asked, his mind turned, and he asked, The sword turned into a fire-like starlight, and the starlight was surrounded by the wind, and there was a trace of sword points in the wind.

"Receive".

The refining method of quenching the alchemy, there is gold in the wind, and the gold qi pulls the wind to Xiao Wendao's side, and the three elders of the Yu clan move their eyes, and their faces are red.

When the blood and qi surge, the breath is unstable.

"Could it be that the three of them have not fused their wind skills. Xiao asked, looking at the strange appearance of the three elders of the Yu clan, and as soon as his mind turned, he saw the flaws of the three of them.

The wind strength is the same, but it is difficult to cultivate the same state of mind, so the wind speed must also be the same.

Xiao asked with the golden qi as the guide, a moment of relaxation, a period of tightness, and between the relaxation, the faces of the three clan elders were even more difficult to parry.

"Mix. ”

Quenching is tempered by mixing gold stones, which can play a complementary role.

And between the golden qi and the sharp blade, they can also complement each other, or they can be mutually exclusive, only to see the three fierce winds, with Xiao asked's gesture, it was like twisting twist, entangled and difficult to clear.

"Broken".

Refining tools, all pay attention to the saying of "breaking and then standing", and breaking but not standing is also the person who refines the weapon, and the three different winds are rushing towards the three elders of the Yu clan.

"I thought the three of us would make it to dawn. One of the clan elders sighed deeply.

Seeing that the three fierce winds were three executioner knives, the wind was mixed with sharp blades, and they stayed at the eyebrows of the three clan elders, and if they went further, they would take the lives of these three people.

"Wind refining is a tool. "It was the three of us who lost.

The morning light fell on the golden walls and silver tiles of the imperial palace, and the three clan elders were still sitting cross-legged, and suddenly, the heads of the three clan elders hung down.

The three elders of the Yu clan had black blood in the corners of their mouths, and they died in the morning light.

Finally, the "Hanxian Pavilion" ushered in the sunshine all over the ground in the long darkness and spread it to Dugu Hanhan's feet.

Dugu Hanhan looked at the person who pushed the door in, and threw himself into his arms and shouted, "Sir." ”

A frightened drum resounded through the sky, and the craziest beacon fire was lit on the walls of Tianjing.