"Lord Wang...... ...... who won't die" Zhao Yuheng cried a little "pear blossom with rain", obviously infected by the tragedy entrusted by Zhao Feiliu on his deathbed, and even Wang Yurou and others around him were slightly moved, silently guarding them. And Du Wuxin, who was on the other side, had no idea at all.

"Yuheng, don't grieve for the death of this king, it's better than being humiliated at the hands of the northerners when this king dies!" Zhao Feiliu said weakly, his face slowly becoming pale, and he tried his best to squeeze out a sincere expression: "Take the sword of this king, go and kill the northerners as much as possible!" He turned his head, tried his best to look at Du Wuxin, who was still as much as possible, and used his last strength to say the last and most heartbreaking words in his life: "Miss Du, the Poisonous Dragon Sect fell into the hands of the slaves of Jianzhou, and it will never be recovered!" If you don't do something, you will be a sinner of the Poison Dragon Sect in the future!" After he finished speaking, he couldn't get angry, one hand pressed Zhao Yuheng's shoulder, a pair of eyes stared at Zhao Yuheng's eyes, and moved his lips that had already turned black and purple, and conveyed four words to him in the most incomprehensible lip language of Zhao Yuheng:

"This king, love you!"

Love!

This is only limited to biological flesh and blood, or words between men and women on the Fengyuan Continent, and now, it has been silently spread to Zhao Yuheng, completely igniting a kind of temperament that he does not know. A storm blew in Zhao Yuheng's mind, he thought of the little manservant who died of syphilis, remembered his long-time companion, and remembered the drama Xiaosheng who he had rewarded a lot, these three people were the ones who brought him indescribable happiness, but in the end, they died and separated, and the relationship between them was destined to be taboo from the beginning.

Zhao Yuheng likes women, just because he regards himself as a woman, what he really needs in his heart is a handsome man.

This is the emotion that he can't reveal outside, this is a secret that he has never told anyone outside the three of them, this is a taboo that Zhao Feiliu will never know, but at that moment, Zhao Yuheng clearly felt the true feelings of Zhao Feiliu, the prince, for him.

The two of them are actually truly like-minded people, and the two of them should actually have real common secrets and happiness, but the beginning of knowing each other is also the end of farewell.

Zhao Feiliu stared, opened his mouth slightly, and stopped breathing.

Zhao Yuheng hugged him, as if he was holding his lover who had been in love for three lifetimes, and took a step gently and unconsciously.

There was no blockade, no siege, no capture, even, no sound.

He just held him like that, and walked into the distance. He was followed by three charming girls, and they were followed by a few disciples of the Shinlomon with big shoulders and round waists, and behind them, everyone, including Du Wuxin, paid attention.

"It's also the prince, the dead are the greatest. Du Wuxin's expression had returned to normal, and she used her unique cold and arrogant voice to stop the impulse of her disciples to step forward, and let their group really take out their lives.

The disciples of the Poison Dragon Sect had no objection, and neither did the elders who were secretly watching, because none of them believed that these guys had escaped from the Heavens, just as none of them had ever believed that Silver Dust could escape from the palms of their hands.

Poison, the web woven by this kind of thing is invisible.

Du Wuxin's expression was calm, but it was only an expression when she was calm, she knew that from the moment she killed Zhao Feiliu by mistake, she would never be able to escape.

"The slave girl of Jianzhou slave...... I hope that Master Nalan will take my young touch lightly!" the girl thought tremblingly, but she was not deeply involved in the world, and she didn't know how Jianzhou slaves dealt with women, that is, the lighter they were, the more unbearable they were.

......

Zhao Feiliu was finally buried in the ruins of the secret realm of the East China Sea, his inferior Xuanqi sword became Zhao Yuheng's sword, after burying an imperial prince in an extremely sloppy manner under extremely difficult conditions, Zhao Yuheng did not embark on a journey of revenge as Zhao Feiliu had entrusted, he was cowardly by nature at this moment, and he was full of hope to find the aunt who had long been forgotten by himself in an unknown corner, he didn't know that Yang Ziyi was a person from the Interpretation Sect, so he had no sense of direction in the next few days.

Knowing that there would be no visible benefit from mixing with him, those Shinlomon disciples also dispersed in a hurry, and these people became the first batch of stragglers in the secret realm of the East China Sea, and they formed a group, relying on their own ridiculously weak strength, in the secret realm of the Chinese level difficulty dungeon, in order to have that little hope of survival.

So, when the light dimmed again, four people, a man and three women, had to embark on an unknown and dangerous road.

Zhao Feiliu's death did not cause any waves in the secret realm for the time being, as if an insignificant ant had died. However, his death in Zhao Yuheng's heart is heavier than Mount Tai, because of his death, Zhao Yuheng strengthened his own certain belief, when the change of Chongwangfu came, he relied on his own belief, through the psychological difficulties, when the sisters from the Zhong Ming Ding Food House suddenly fell into the Fengyue girl, the beggar girl, but he himself in the extreme hardship without the company of a beautiful woman, realized a way, and lived a happy life that he thought was happy.

He gave this belief a name, Long Yang.

......

Yinchen waved his hand casually, dispelling the picture of the civilization terminal, Zhao Feiliu's death did not bring him the slightest shock, Wang Zheng's death made him very satisfied, and the problem now is that Mingquan is still alive.

"This time I really became a slave with three surnames. Yinchen sneered, and there was not much anger of betrayal in his tone, only a trace of cold contempt. He had never believed in Mingquan, and naturally he would not feel betrayed, but he felt that Queen Linghua was the one who should be provoked the most.

Silver Dust was able to know Ming Quan's every move, all because of the deep snow cold mark on her neck, Ming Quan didn't know that he had already become a spy for Silver Dust, and Zhao Meiyu didn't expect that the person she was going to deal with had already known her plan in advance, and the magician would never act like a warrior or a stalker.

"Remote control or something, it's the most fun. "This is the consensus of the mages.

The machine puppet that was pulling the ballista and walking suddenly stopped, and its arms, which were naturally hanging on its sides, suddenly raised, and with the electronic synthesis sound of "the multi-lock system has been turned on", several sniper beams instantly illuminated the sneaky figure in front of it.

Seven people came out of the ruins and stopped the ranks of the Golden Sword Gate generously, and immediately after, a cluster of people dressed in red and green appeared, including young women, bald old men, but more "gorillas" in robes. These people are holding short crossbows crookedly in their hands, facing the people below, and some of them have taken out some darts and other hidden weapons from their sleeves, ready to sneak attack. They were still about sixty meters away from the Golden Dao Gate, too far away to make an effective attack, and the strange cry of "turn on the multiple target locking system" scrapped the originally perfectly arranged ambush circle.

At this time, on both sides of the Golden Knife Gate are mountains of garbage made of broken wood, and there is only one road in front and back. After dodging an ambush, they were left with the choice of assault or retreat.

"Silver Dust, can you know how those guys are cultivating?" asked Hell, returning from the front and standing under the tall ballista.

Yinchen turned over and got out of the car, put away the puppet casually, thought about it, and put the ballista into the arcane space together: "I don't know what the force is, a group of people who have entered the body to the realm of transforming qi...... If there is no eightfold or more gas, the number of people is 130...... Should we be able to deal with it?"

"Simple. Bai Hell breathed a sigh of relief, and then ordered loudly: "Prepare to form a formation......"

The people of the Golden Sword Gate moved quickly, and they were as disciplined as an army, but a few people from the other side suddenly rushed out and came towards this side as if they had thrown themselves into a net.

"Arcane missiles. Silver Dust snorted coldly, it was his style to be hostile to strangers, the light flashed in his hand, and a purple machine gun was selected in his hand, aiming slightly, and pulling the trigger.

Compared to the sudden noise of ordinary machine guns, the machine guns materialized by magic were almost silent, and streams of purple light swept past like a torrential rain, and three people rushed over before they could dodge and fall to the ground.

No, it's not that they are brought down by bullet-like arcane missiles, and it is impossible for arcane missiles that can't kill people to defeat these miraculous warriors. To be precise, the moment they were hit, they were bombarded by the huge kinetic energy and flew into the air, and the blades of grass flew in circles in the air to ten meters away.

At this time, they were still thirty meters away from the team of the Golden Sword Gate.

There was an angry roar from the military strength of Nanamiza, or what kind of order, and more than a hundred people immediately picked up the guys and charged collectively. The twenty-man army of the Golden Dao Gate shrank inward, and simply put on a defensive formation, and a dazzling light weapon Daxia Dragon Sparrow was pulled out of its scabbard, and a terrifying momentum erupted, scaring the people who rushed over and braked suddenly.

Yang Ziyi, who had been walking in a low-key manner behind the ballista, sneered, slowly raised his head, and the twelve-fold terrifying Gangfeng explosion emanated from his body, blending into a highly poisonous tornado like a liulan in the air, the Gangfeng of the Xuannu for a few days was completely different from the Gangfeng of the Evil Dark King's power, there was no trace of cold mist energy in the Gangfeng of the poisonous attribute, but it was as hot and domineering as fire, and there was no erosive power of water cold in the toxin, but it had the melting power of flames, and anything that was contaminated by this Gangfeng would melt like wax and turn into a red liquid。

"No one dares to be rampant in front of the deity. Yang Ziyi's voice was cold.

"Mrs. Yang, you grabbed the lines below. Jiang Lishi's voice was slightly dissatisfied, of course, the tone was more of a joke. Although the enemy in front of him is numerous, his cultivation is limited, not to mention, the most fatal thing is that there is no strong military blessing, look at them, three or three gathered together, what big Luo three, what four elephant arrays, the most powerful is only a Seven Seas Seat, such a messy military mix together, can it be compared with her "giant hideous" of twenty people?

"I'm sorry, I'm too anxious, it's just, what do these little minions mean when they're here?" Yang Ziyi apologized on the spot, but she still lacked the least tolerance for the behavior of blocking other people's roads for no reason: "If you cut the path and do no business, please make your own catties clear first!"

"Bah! this road is my ......" There was a somewhat familiar voice from Yinchen in the Qihaizuo military situation, but before he finished speaking, he was blocked back by Yang Ziyi's loud shout, and more than a hundred people on the opposite side shouted for a while, and then quieted down, and at this time, Jiang Lishi, who was at the forefront of the army, glared at the faces of these people one by one, and finally sneered at someone in the Qihaiza: "I said, Zhen Duoshi, you guy has actually fallen to the point of being a loose cultivator?"

"What?Scattered Cultivation?" Yinchen scratched his head when he heard this: "Scattered Cultivation Alliance?"

"Yes, Sanxiumen!" Jiang Lishi said firmly: "It's really rare! The secret realm disaster five years ago and the changes in the sky have not destroyed you!"

Jiang Lishi said the latter sentence with a smile, and he had already overpowered the people of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance in terms of momentum, and at the same time, Yang Ziyi was not willing to argue with this rough man, so he just said softly to Yinchen: "Don't look at the people of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance as weak, in fact, they are the most difficult to be destroyed, after all, there are always some people in this world who will become ...... of Scattered Cultivation."

"They are not a sect with a heritage, what does it matter if they can't destroy the sect?" Yinchen said with a word, and at the same time straightened his arm and pointed a gun at the three people who had just been knocked down, the three guys finally recovered from the vertigo and impact, and lay on the ground for a full three seconds before standing up and returning to the team in embarrassment. At this time, the scattered cultivators had already formed a very wide arc-shaped encirclement line thirty meters in front of the Golden Dao Gate, but they all quieted down one by one, and they were very tacitly silent and silent.

"What? do you really want to rob?" Jiang Lishi made a gesture behind him, and he walked out first, and the army behind him closed again silently, and it was natural. Jiang Lishi stood within three meters of the Golden Daomen army, arched his hand towards the cultivators, and said coldly without a smile: "Do you want to get out of the way yourself?"

When he said the word "please" that dragged out the syllable, the rest of the Golden Knife Gate did not participate in the military situation, but the people suddenly dispersed behind the cang, and sparsely put out a large span, but still connected as a military posture, this large-span military momentum is the mysterious military situation jointly developed by the Golden Knife Gate and Silver Dust, called the Great Destruction Heaven and Earth Lock Formation, the main blockade, the lethality is small but the defense is extremely high, and more importantly, there is almost no so-called "direction" , attacking the large formation from any point, the pressure is the same, it is absolutely difficult to break through, this kind of formation is put out, as long as it is steadily advanced step by step, you can crush the enemy's military momentum and open a way. This kind of turtleshell-like battle is put out, it is definitely going to break through, the Golden Sword Gate is not even afraid of the Demon Wei Pavilion Poisonous Dragon Sect, do you care about the Scattered Cultivation Alliance?