There is a hurricane attack on the outside, and the inside is temporarily sealed by its own barrier. The poisonous gas in the body is retrograde in the meridians. In this scorching state, the Skeleton Sword Sect could die at any time. If it weren't for the poisoning of the body, the hurricane would be insidious, and the Skeleton Sword Sect would definitely be able to kill the hurricane.

The Guardian God of the Hurricane, whose cultivation is, is above the sacred mountain under the canopy.

However, the Skeleton Sword Sect, when the Forge Mountain fought against Mo Yan Hongyang, accidentally broke the mirror due to the battle, and had already reached the peak of sword qi. Who would have thought that today he was secretly attacked by a hurricane and plotted to be poisoned in his body. The more he mobilized the true qi in his body, the faster the toxin would retrograde in the meridians.

With a pop, the black gas faded, and the hurricane finally revealed its true form, suspended in mid-air.

He frowned, his pupils blood-red, his hands folded, and his face murderous. The corners of his mouth were raised, and he smiled darkly.

"It's a pity. You are under one man, above ten thousand, and you have made great achievements. If you are not pretentious and your mind is swollen, you may still be a generation of war gods in the Asura realm. It's a pity that you want to set yourself up as king. How can the Emperor accommodate you?"

"No more nonsense. All I know is that today is a catastrophe. I have no regrets. Do it. ”

The Skeleton Sword Sect looked at the other party's face through the translucent enchantment, and was suddenly surprised. He finally saw his face.

"Long Xiaotian, aren't you already dead on the Yanshang Volcano?"

The Skeleton Sword Sect's eyes widened in surprise. He never imagined that Long Xiaotian, who had been knocked down into the abyss by Long Qinyang in the past, had transformed into a protector god in front of the emperor.

"Before sending you to hell, I tell you what it is. Back then, Feng Yuzi, Long Qinyang, and the three of us attended the funeral of the Flame Sect Sect Yan Shangshenjun. was pushed into the magma by Long Qinyang's palm. It was the emperor who saved me. He used Dafa to dwell on my Yuan Shen, and used Feng Yuan to recreate my body. Later, he passed on my Dafa and became his protector god. Hahaha, Long Qinyang, this dog, thought I was really dead. ”

The Skeleton Sword Sect violently vibrated his arms and wrapped around his chest, and a stream of true qi was between the two chapters in his chest, like a heartbeat, rhythmically contracting and expanding. He wanted to die with Long Xiaotian.

"Don't think!"

Long Xiaotian stretched out his arms, raised his arms and exhaled, the true qi in his hand was like a snake, pouring into the enchantment around the Sword Sect.

"Ahh

With a scream, the barrier narrowed. At this moment, he suddenly felt that his meridians were retrograde, his heart was beating faster, his head was sweating profusely, and his face was full of black tendons. In his blood, it was like thousands of ants were biting and devouring the essence in his body.

"Assistant!"

Sou---

With a slash, he suddenly flew out of nowhere. The duel between the two ended in an instant.

Syllable--

"Ahh

The Skeleton Sword Sect let out a miserable scream and passed out. His body, like a falling leaf, fell into the icy North Sea.

Mo Yan Hongyang fixed his eyes, shook his arm for a while, and a white light flew into the water. The white light searched for the body of the Skeleton Sword Sect and turned into a huge blister, wrapping the Sword Sect in it. Was he trying to save his life?

The sudden appearance of Mo Yan Hongyang and Qin Xiujun ruined Long Xiaotian's good deeds. The two stared at each other, neither of them expecting to meet again on such an occasion.

"Is that you?"

"Since you're not dead yet?"

The two people looked at each other, and surprise was written all over their faces.

Long Xiaotian saw that it was Mo Yan Hongyang, turned around and jumped, since he was going to leave. was indeed knocked to the ground by the sound of Qin Xiujun's piano.

"Let's go home!" Mo Yan's red eyes were full of anticipation. At this moment, a complicated mood arises spontaneously. He never imagined that he would meet his old friend here.

"Long Xiaotian is dead. In front of you is the Emperor's protector god, Hurricane!"

"Hurricane, since you have betrayed Kunlun and entered the Demon Dao?"

The hurricane's tone revealed firmness and desperation. He murmured in his heart, life is the emperor's person, and death is the ghost under the emperor's knees. It was the emperor who gave him a second life. In this way, he is a man of flesh and blood. It's a pity that time has passed, and although the old man is here, the heart is dead. Completely dead.

"Think about the days when we were in Kunlun Mountain, don't you feel nostalgic?"

"Don't say things that don't work. Since I have entered the demons, there are two worlds of humans and demons, so why do I need to be so long-winded. Today, either I go or you die. ”

His tone was firm and murderous. Today, he originally wanted to get rid of the Skeleton Sword Sect, but he didn't expect that the appearance of Mo Yan Hongyang would make his previous efforts go to waste.

"Why do you always get in the way of my good deeds, you broom star? ”

He turned his body sharply and looked at Mo Yan Hongyang's eyes, hatred and murderous aura intertwined between his blood-red eyes.

"How can you do this, betray Kunlun. Qin Xiujun can't stand it anymore.

It's like a city, people outside the city want to go inside the city, and people outside the city want to get out of the city. Qin Xiujun, originally the body of the Shura realm, desperately wants to become a human. After cultivation, he finally took off his Shura body. And Long Xiaotian became Shura instead.

"Shut up, you're not qualified to talk to me. ”

"You!"

She spun around and clenched her palms. If Mo Yan Hongyang wasn't there, she really wanted to stab Long Xiaotian to death with a knife at this moment.

"If you don't return, sooner or later we will have a fight. I don't want to kill each other with my former brothers. ”

Mo Yan Hongyang looked at him waiting for my eyes, revealing pity. He was very sympathetic to Long Xiaotian in front of him. But then again, their fate is so hilarious.

"What is the pity of life, what is the fear of death? Joke, although you have taken off your physical body, you have attained the blood of holy light. But I'm the protector of the Dharma now. Under the canopy, above the sacred mountain. The emperor passed on my Dafa, see how you can endure me? Don't talk nonsense, one day, I will take your head and sacrifice the flag for the emperor. Farewell!"

Rumble---

He turned into a cloud of black rock smoke and disappeared into the sky. Mo Yan Hongyang looked up at the direction where the black smoke left, looking at the endless Beihai with a sad face.

"Let's hope this war ends soon! I don't know how many lives have died because of this. ”