"Okay. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Yinchen readily agreed, raised his eyes and looked at Yang Ziyi for less than a second, and then looked away, as if he was not at all surprised by a master of returning to the void like him. Yang Ziyi stood in front of Yinchen, carefully looked at the apprentice's favorite object, and only felt that he was just a guy who was heavy in the body, and he didn't seem to be a powerful character, and even the apprentice couldn't compare, but she glanced at the person behind Yinchen, and couldn't help frowning slightly, in her eyes, that guy was a fake master of returning to the void, exactly the same as her own realm, and they were all top powerhouses who had just entered the realm of returning to the void, but the feeling he gave Yang Ziyi was indeed extremely dangerous, even in the same realm, Yang Ziyi seemed to have become vulnerable in front of him。

The realm is okay to say, what really makes Yang Ziyi's scalp tingle is the aura of magic on the old man's body, it is obviously the fluctuation of the breath of the Demon Pavilion, but there is a sense of oppression in the glorious atmosphere, as if the breath of the divine power of the righteous path, the abyss and the mountain are in general, and the ghost system Gangfeng is completely different, the so-called magic breath of the Demon Pavilion's body on the old man's body actually shows an incomparably regular fluctuation, exuding an extremely self-disciplined charm, and there is no chaos and madness like the normal Gang Wind of the Demon Pavilion. The wind emanating from the old man's body seems to be a whole piece, with no flaws and no gaps, so that her "Liberation of Soldiers" magic skills have no room to be used at all.

is such an old man she can't afford to mess with, but she is extremely pious and low-key to guard the silver-eyed young man, and has no regrets. Yang Ziyi could feel that if she really collided with this son, I am afraid that without Mingquan raising the threat of the so-called "Cosmos", she would face the endless attacks of this old man.

Yang Ziyi immediately understood that now, she had no other way out than to choose to obey, if she still wanted to see Lin Xuanchen alive.

When Mingquan invited himself here, he dug a deep trap and blocked all his retreats.

"But it's a matter of time or time, right?" Yang Ziyi thought to herself, but she was not too surprised, and still looked calm. Yinchen saw her stunned there, but Mingquan was staring at her, even if he knew that she was Lin Xuanchen's master and a very reliable ally, he must not show any closeness at this time, otherwise Mingquan would see something, exposing Yang Ziyi's identity as a Nine Heavens Xuannu can be saved, if even Lin Xuanchen's identity is exposed, it will be a disaster. Silver Dust was silent for a moment, and then came up with a plan, of course, this simple method is not relying on his identity as a magician?

"Go, gather your men! Don't get in the way in front of me! What's wrong with you guy who has returned to the Void Realm? I don't lack such combat power under my hands!" Yinchen said in a cold voice on purpose, Yang Ziyi was so angry by his disdainful tone that her face turned pale, thinking to herself Does Xiao Xuan'er only fancy people like you! Just as she was about to turn around, Yinchen suddenly threw out a copper-yellow ball to her: "Take it, it's my token, don't lose it!" The ball flew out of the silver dust cuff and arrived in front of Yang Ziyi like throwing garbage, Yang Ziyi only felt humiliated, but she had to take the copper ball the size of her thumb, and turned away angrily.

As she walked, she bit her lower lip with her teeth, only to feel that her face was hot, but she had already dried up her tears, and this little humiliation in front of her could not force her to the point where tears were rolling in her eyes. She was walking briskly, she didn't notice that a group of people from the Divine Sword Sect were violently driving away the guards of those national princes, and she didn't care about the Xian Wang Shizi and the Mei Wang Shizi who appeared in front of Zhao Detian vividly, ignoring the fact that the Poisonous Dragon Sect was squeezed into the corner of the woods along with those little righteous path wild demon paths who couldn't make it to the heavenly list, and she didn't think about returning to the side of the Chongwang Shizi, but rushed directly to the periphery of the forest, she knew that somewhere in this fake secret realm, the entire Interpretation Sect was gathered.

Like the Demon Pavilion, this time the Interpretation Sect is also elite, ready to show its skills in the secret realm of the East China Sea.

As she walked, suddenly the voice of silver dust sounded in her ears:

"How offended just now, Madame. ”

Yang Ziyi was suddenly startled, looked around, but didn't see the silver-haired young man, until the second sentence sounded in her ears, she didn't know that it was the sound made by the metal ball.

"Mingquan and I, look like they are separated, she harbors her own evil intentions, and I haven't found an opportunity to do her silently, so I can only let her monitor me, in front of her, I don't dare to show too close, the reason, Ms. Yang probably doesn't know, please listen to me patiently:"

"——Wan Jianxin and I are righteous brothers, Wan Jianxin bears the blood feud of thousands of families, and has already reconciled with the clan. When Ms. Yang saw me just now, she still used the identity of the sect master of the Interpretation Sect!"

"You were acting just now?" Yang Ziyi didn't know how to make Yinchen hear her words, so she had to use the stupidest method, picked up the metal ball and put it under the tip of her nose, and spoke to it.

"Yes, there is no friendship between me and Mingquan, and there is no trust at all, but they just use each other, and no one knows when they will suddenly betray. This game is very dangerous, so Ms. Yang should try to show up with me as little as possible......"

To tell you the truth, the Interpretation Sect is now almost out of my control, if it weren't for the fact that all the worshippers of the Interpretation Sect except me were all under the 'poison cover door' of Cosmos, I am afraid that they would have killed me a long time ago! Now, the disciples in the Interpretation Sect that they have secretly cultivated and who have not been covered have become talents, and those worshippers are becoming more and more disobedient...... I'm inside the Interpretation Sect, and I might be more dangerous than if I were by your side!"

Yang Ziyi said as she slowly walked into the dark woods, as a strong person with a successful cultivation, hiding in the dark and always paying attention to whether there was anyone around him was not a technical job, but a skillful skill similar to instinct. She lurked and whispered to the metal ball given to Silver Dust.

"I thought you were planning to develop the Interpretation Sect into your hole card against the Holy Water Sect! Now it seems that you haven't done anything?" Yang Ziyi's voice came from Yin Chen's unsatisfactory voice.

"It's not that I didn't do it, it's that I couldn't do it at all. The control of the Holy Water Sect and the current Orchid Cosmos Sect on the Interpretation Sect is beyond your imagination, and the control of people's thoughts and minds in the "Interpretation Heart Sutra" evolved from "The Great Dao is Ruthless" is by no means something that you and I can show in a few words verbally, those worshippers who are struggling to make the Interpretation Sect independent have secretly cultivated other different divine skills, and I, Yang Ziyi, am only one of them! If I hadn't relied on the miraculous effect of the Nine Heavens One Series of Silent Annihilation Xuanyang Detoxification Sutra, where would I have the opportunity to chat with you here today?! If you really still care about my friendship with Xiao Xuan'er, you can quickly call me to your side and be a hostage!

"Is that so? It seems that you don't mix well in the Interpretation Sect......" The voice in his ears gradually decreased, and Yang Ziyi seemed to hear the faint disappointment in Yinchen's tone.

"Before I entered the Interpretation Sect, I made a vow that I would not avenge my ancestors in this life...... Hey, are you listening!" Yang Ziyi finally told the truth, but there was no more response in her ears.

Yang Ziyi couldn't wait for a response, muttered a sentence depressedly, and went to find someone from the Interpretation Sect. On the other side, Yinchen saw that everyone had almost gathered, so he sent Mingquan to Zhao Detian.

He knew what Yang Ziyi's next sentence meant. Compared with the Holy Water Sect or Cosmos, the Nine Heavens Xuannu is too weak, and if she takes revenge rashly, she will only cut off her future.

"Prison worship!" He suddenly turned to the little fat man and said: "You take the letter of surrender we have prepared and go to Zhao Lingfeng, in the current situation, we can no longer support each other so secretly, and we must unite on the surface! Otherwise, whether it is our Golden Dao Sect or the True King's side, we will be regarded as weak! Even if we unite with the Zun Wang Chongwang, we will still be treated as vassals! In this way, when we divide the interests in the future, we will be very passive!"

"Understood, I'll go!" Bai Hell nodded, and then took the token and walked generously towards the camp where the true king was. At this moment, the monk, who was carrying the same letters and sincerity as him, was shuttling back and forth around the small glade.

It was close to noon, and more and more people were converging on this part of the forest, and Silver Dust learned from Oni Li that the entire forest was not a large area, and this was the only place that was different, so all those who did not die in the temptations of all sides came.

The golden sunlight had already illuminated the glade, and the temperature had risen a lot, and the prison had returned, calling the silver dust to the glade, and at this time, a circle of people had already sat down around the Baoding floating in the air.

Yinchen took off the pointed black hat on his head, revealing a flowing silver hair, silently came to Zhao Lingfeng's side, sat down, his silver pupils swept the entire circle, and found that the bigwigs from all walks of life who could represent the more than four thousand monks who were still alive were all here, exactly fifty people.

Du Wuxin sat next to Yinchen, that was the current leader of the Poison Dragon Sect, Yinchen looked left and right and didn't find Du Chuansing's figure, and couldn't help but feel a little regretful. Du Wuxin's ten girls, who look extremely young, but fifteen or sixteen years old, with two ponytails, a little baby fat on their pink faces, big eyes, and Xiao Qiong's nose slightly upturned, looking very cute, but the blue eyes that shoot out are a kind of crazy, unscrupulous divine light, and the temperament of the whole person is not like a poisonous snake, to the point of being like a jackal on a snowy mountain, cold and bloodthirsty, and unkind.

Yinchen sighed slightly in his heart: "What a girl who has been burned out of her brain by the cult teachings!"

There is a long line of idle people sitting on their right, all of them are small characters who are three or four times into the body, and the situation on the top of Wangtian Peak is exactly the same as five years ago, these people are here to explore the depth of the famous sects, and it is estimated that most people are doubting life now, right?

Behind the silver dust stood and worshipped the prison, but behind the true king Zhao Lingfeng stood He Lao, far beyond the aura of the unknown realm of the peak of Yuan Ying, which made the atmosphere of the scene depressing and cold, yes, cold, even if many people were sweating from the sun, many people sitting there were still cold legs.

Feng Lieshan stood behind Zhao Detian, his face was gray, he was actually at the scene on the day of the fourth day, and he had also seen the horror of this "nameless old man", so when he saw the back of the ghost from a distance, he didn't have any special thoughts, after all, compared to the same strength as Wei Wuliang, the bodyguard of this true king was the guy he was most afraid of.

Zhao Meiyu, the son of the beautiful king, has clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, a tiger's back and a bear's waist, his face is coated with half an inch thick fat powder, his mouth is smeared with bright red rouge, and his eyebrows are painted and his eyes are delicate. It is said that he is a genius boy from the royal family of the southern kingdom, although his cultivation is not high, but he is double in the body, but his talent in poetry and etiquette, cynical governance, etiquette and friendship, and marching and marching has been praised by the Spirit Emperor more than once, and was once considered to be enough to sing a long and short character with Wan Jianxin and Du Chuan. He is now only twenty years old, but he has been a lecturer in the Hanlin Academy for several years, commanding the forbidden army eighty-three standards, eighty-four standards, the sixth hussar battalion of the Royal Forest Army, every hunting trip of the Linghuang in recent years, he is accompanied by his escort, in the eyes of others can be described as loyal, of course, his wide friendship with celebrities, gathered a large number of staff eaters after the matter was exposed, he never appeared in front of the Linghuang again, the world thought that he was promoted in this life, but his supporters did not know what the reason, and they firmly believed that he would be able to soar in the future, be a very popular minister, and unite closer。 This suave and suave young man, who is said to have married the eighteenth princess at the age of fifteen and the three winners of the three major life winners of career desire life, is sitting opposite Yinchen at this time, bowing to him through Baoding, and seems to be very kind. His smile is also very appropriate, not sincere or pretentious, not cute or scheming, but like a male god, how comfortable people look at it. Yinchen looked at his clean smile like a spring breeze, and the infinite city that was secretly flowing in his narrow crimson eyes, only to feel as if he was being targeted by a smiling ghost, as uncomfortable as a thorn in his back, and immediately only tensed his face, and gave up his hand very mechanically and aggrievedly, but he was vigilant in his heart, but he didn't know that Mingquan, who was rushing to get in and out of Yinchen before, had already unknowingly fallen into the hands of this scheming prince.