Countless strong people were shocked by this earth-shattering aura, this aura has surpassed the aura of the Holy Emperor, an absolute powerhouse! Such a strong person has not appeared in the Tianluo Continent for nearly 10,000 years!

"What do you want to do? Seal me in the void? I'll go, no, it's better to make a friend. ”

Yang Qiuyu plucked up the courage to speak, and after speaking, he touched his body, but there was nothing, and he touched the back of his head speechlessly and replied cutely: "Hehe, it seems that there is no green arrow." ”

The creature didn't speak, unable to see any fluctuations in her eyes.

She was stunned for a moment, and walked towards Yang Qiuyu step by step.

"Don't come here! Help, rape! Yang Qiuyu retreated, ready to flee, but found that he was imprisoned.

The gravitational pull emitted by the spatial gate seemed to be so strong that he couldn't walk at all, and he probably couldn't even match the speed of the cow.

"It's such a powerful aura, the old man hasn't felt it for thousands of years." Above the Nine Heavens, the powerhouse of the Dragon Clan's blood looked into the distance, and he could already clearly feel a powerful aura spreading, which was a trembling power.

The mysterious creatures were as calm as water between their expressions, and then she turned her head to look at the twelve figures standing sideways on the scales of the dragon's claws.

Because they are the strongest twelve of the prosperous dynasty.

There is a legend that has been circulating in the prosperous dynasty called the Twelve Peerless Shadows are invincible in the world, not that they are truly invincible, but that their cooperation in the lore Tianyi is seamless, and they have not replaced people for thousands of years, and I heard that the strongest of the twelve people is stronger than the strength of the Holy Emperor.

They are killers who have been trained for thousands of years, and their unexpected sword skills are unguardable, as long as they are selected by these twelve peerless shadows, they will definitely die, each of them has strange swords, different functions, and all of them are peerless powerhouses.

They used to have endless glory, and they still have glory, but they rarely make a move, and the breath of slaughter slowly passes away in the merciless, silent but never-ending flow of time. They are here, either enjoying the last good moments or immersing themselves in the memories of the past.

Without them and the Holy Emperor, the Prosperous Dynasty would not exist, because the Inhumans and the Undead on the frontier were too powerful.

Who would dare to enter the Holy Palace with them?

Twelve people who looked to be in their twenties and thirties, there was silence in their eyes, there was no fear at all, they didn't know the fear of death, and they didn't know how to write death, because they were also ruthless and unjust, only endless killing.

Together, the Twenty-Four Shadows were no match for any of them, and their mission never failed.

As long as more than 100 of the common monks die, they will attack, and whatever you have to do with the dynasty, you will be the target of their killing.

And the supreme beings that came out of the valley did not make people die, but the aura they emitted made them crawl on the ground.

However, Yang Qiuyu and the fire elf couldn't feel it at all.

The hundred officials of the Kuiling Dynasty and other strong people could barely resist with their mental energy, but they were suppressed so that they could only walk, and there was no difference between them and ordinary people.

"What are you doing, the new Holy Emperor isn't coming up soon!" The man holding the golden bell said unbearably.

"Go on your sister, you try it, I can't move if I don't see it." Yang Qiuyu replied with a helpless wry smile.

She didn't say anything, she stopped with a long sword in her hand, she was dressed in a golden dress, she looked extremely noble, three thousand green silks hung straight down, fluttering with the wind, that posture was really gorgeous in the world! The glass-like eyes, three thousand lotus flowers appeared beside him.

Tried to hold the long sword and plunge directly into Yang Qiuyu's heart.

"Bang!"

A red force of order directly resisted.

It was the red gas in Yang Qiuyu's body, it was this kind of gas that Long Ya couldn't modify Yang Qiuyu's physique, otherwise he could directly turn him into an immortal.

There was a hint of confusion in the creature's eyes, and her black sword shattered invisibly, and then turned into air.

"This..."

The creature finally spoke, his voice trembling slightly, but it was very beautiful, but Yang Qiuyu felt that the voice was very familiar, which made him trance.

"Esther, do you know who he is?" Yang Qiuyu asked the contract elf in his inner words.

"Master, Esther doesn't know who she is, but—" came a gentle and beautiful voice.

"But what?" Yang Qiuyu asked.

"Nothing, master." Esther didn't say anything.

Yang Qiuyu didn't ask anything, and raised his head to look at this mysterious creature with a mysterious origin.

The eyes are like water, but with the coldness of talking, it seems to be able to see through everything, the ten fingers are slender, the skin is like clotted fat, the snow white is pink, it seems to be able to wring out the water, a pair of red elf eyes, quietly looking at Yang Qiuyu.

"Three thousand dusts have settled, red dust dreams are wind and dust, and a thousand deaths have fallen, why did you turn into him directly?"

The gentle and touching voice came from the mouth of the mysterious creature, and although it was peaceful, there was a sentimentality.

Yang Qiuyu didn't have any words, he watched quietly, he couldn't see the other party's face clearly, but there was a sense of déjà vu.

"Is it fate? Or time has passed. Esther sighed.

"It's not the whole world that's wrong, it's you!" She lightly picked the silver strings with her jade hands, plucked her hands on the guqin, the sound was beautiful, rhythmic, like the sound of heaven, after a long time, she finished playing this piece, and she slowly stood up.

The surrounding lotus flowers are flying all over the sky, fluttering in the air and flowing into a river... Turning into a long pink river to the sky.

"Are you going down? … I'm awake and I'm leaving. A warm voice came, but with sorrow and complaint.

The plot changed so quickly, Yang Qiuyu was sluggish, he didn't know who the girl in front of him was, but there was a kind of reluctance, and his heart ached inexplicably.

"Who are you?"

Yang Qiuyu said suddenly, he didn't understand why the other party would say such words, he didn't understand.

"The dust has settled for three thousand years, a thought of the dust is not in love, time will let people know everything, but fate can never change."

"I don't understand what you mean?" Yang Qiuyu didn't understand why the other party would say that he knew everything.

Lotus flowers emerged from all around her, like the pink light of reincarnation, and she said Zen: "I have been waiting for you for hundreds of millions of years... It's time to go back, you're not you, and he's not him. ”

She stroked the strings in her hands as she opened her lips and sang: Flying dance on the peeling wall and shattering the sunset

The sound of Yingluo, the clothes are raised, and the two sleeves are fragrant

The yellow sand is confused by the despair that has been engraved for thousands of years

Reincarnation is boundless, fateful, unforgettable...

The memory of the deserted city of Loulan is on the road of withering yellow, sword, slash, thorn, burning, and fire.

Hanhai camel bell swept away hope and pointed to the other side of the night.

Who is in the distance with the sound of the pipa.

A string of wounds, a string of hatred, a string of melancholy...

How much splendor is written in the temple sacrifices

The stone wall is cold, the wind is howling, and it is hesitant...

Loneliness fills the purple Mo red dust and emptiness

The blood mist pierces the sorrow at dusk, and the scarlet blooms like a remnant of red.

Eventually, the color of the magnificent painting will fade and transform into a ray of moonlight

Wandering in a dream, yesterday's lonely soul wandered.

The training ground, who chanted, the past...

Peeling off the walls and dancing in the sky to shatter the slanting sun

Falling flowers fly, shadows fly

The yellow sand is confused by the despair that has been engraved for thousands of years

Floating life, divided into yin and yang, in a hurry

The broken goose called parting, and the clouds and clouds were long rendering the madness of life and death in the ruins.

The ancient legend ended without a word, and thousands of silver snow drifted...

How much splendor has been written by the sacrifices in the temple...

Loneliness fills the purple Mo red dust and emptiness

The yellow spring flows, the blue falls, and the fate is dead...

Through the vicissitudes of life, the death of the past, the loss of fate...

Tears and wounds, tears and frost, fate and burial...

Thousands of autumn moons, forgetting the mortal dust, fate memories...

A group of monks watched in obscurity, shocked: "It can't be that the Supreme One knows that young man, right?" ”

"Yang Qiuyu..."Yang Siying, who was 10,000 meters away, said with uncertain eyes and slurred speech.

"Who the hell are you?"

Yang Qiuyu heard her singing and playing sad songs, and couldn't help but hug his head and cry, he knelt down, his arm kept bleeding, and his whole body seemed to be boiling.

"Promise me, turn back..."The gentle and beautiful voice continued... As he spoke, the entire sky completely changed color and black, almost without the slightest light, as if the end of the world was coming.

"Boom!"

Dozens of thousands of miles of purple lightning appeared in the sky above the valley, rolling in the clouds, the lightning emitted a purple light that almost illuminated the entire royal capital, everyone fled, dozens of thousands of miles of thunder slashed directly on the girl's body, and a huge blood cave appeared on the girl's body.

There were thousands of corpses in the valley, and countless fierce beasts were destroyed into corpse fragments by the sudden thunderstorm, and I don't know how many people were affected.

Not many people came to watch, and those who died were all fierce birds and beasts of prey in the valley.

Yang Qiuyu only felt numb all over his body, and spit out a mouthful of blood, fortunately, the golden gas given by Long Yi in his body was running wildly, and he actually absorbed the power of the thunder tribulation for him, but despite this, the power of the thunder and lightning also made him tremble, he only endured a heavenly thunder, if it was two, three, or ten, but despite this, his whole body was also scorched black by the thunder and lightning.

"The biggest thing in this world is nothing more than this, a round of flowers and moons, a round of death, even if you reverse your fate, you can't reverse it."

The Thunder Tribulation didn't split him, but it was also affected, he had never seen such a vast Thunder Tribulation, and the mysterious valley had turned into endless dust.

Even if it goes straight into the sky, it also disappears.

Whew!

Far away, in the endless sky, a bolt of lightning pierced through the void and stabbed towards the mysterious creature without warning, thousands of miles away, in an instant.

The monks who were the most senior had already avoided the surroundings of the Holy Imperial Palace, because they were protected by the laws of the palace, otherwise they would also be affected.

The Twelve Shadows watched abruptly above the dragon claw scales, and if they were caught up in the thunderstorm, they would not have their lives out.

"White Song! Yang Qiuyu, he's okay! Yang Siying was worried about the vast purple electricity in the distance at the observation deck of the palace.

The thunder that sounded made the sea water between heaven and earth boil, terrifying, like a doomsday crisis.