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Dawn is coming. Halfway up the mountain against Longshan, Mo Yan Hongyang was in a coma. The white tiger squatted aside, looking up at the rising sun. The white tiger took a deep breath and turned his head to look at Mo Yan's red poplar, the first rays of the morning sun shining on his face, refracting a dazzling brilliance.

Mo Yan Hongyang's eyelids moved slightly, opened his eyes suddenly, rolled his eyeballs a few times, and sat up.

"You've finally woken up!" the white tiger wagged his tail and walked up to him.

When Mo Yan Hongyang heard this, he rubbed his eyes: "What happened later?" After that, he stood up and looked at the slowly rising sun.

"It's the ring on your hand that makes a difference. I also passed out in a coma. When I wake up, it's just you and me. ”

"Supreme Dragon Ring!?" Mo Yan Hongyang muttered, then raised the ring on his finger and took a closer look, "This is indeed a treasure." Every time, you can save the day!"

"Let's go down the mountain quickly!" said the White Tiger.

When Mo Yan Hongyang heard this, he turned around and glanced at the white tiger beside him, and smiled slightly: "Thank you, Senior Brother White Tiger!"

With that, he jumped onto the body of the white tiger with a snort, and rushed towards the imperial city at the foot of the mountain.

In the imperial capital, several people are reluctant to give up.

"Real person, do you really want to take Hongyang out of the imperial capital?" Wang Yang looked at Qiankun Zhenren.

When Qiankun Zhenren heard this, he smiled slightly, glanced at Mo Yan Hongyang, raised his hand and thanked him: "I want to take him back to Kunlun Mountain to continue his cultivation." After the cultivation is fruitful, he can return to the imperial capital again. ”

"I really want to entrust him with what I have learned in my life, but unfortunately time is not waiting!" Wang Yang said, sighed deeply, and then glanced at Mo Yan Hongyang, "Alas, so it is okay to return to Kunlun Mountain." ”

When Mo Yan Hongyang heard this, he walked up to Wang Yang and bowed his head to thank him: "Thank you, Master, for taking me in! I don't know how Master's great kindness will be repaid! ”

Speaking of this, I saw Feng Yuzi with a dejected look. Mo Yan Hongyang looked at it, walked up to Feng Yuzi, and smiled slightly: "Don't worry, I will definitely let you be my general in the future!"

As soon as Mo Yan Hongyang's words fell, he jumped onto the white tiger, and looked at Beigong Jiayan and Su Feng: "Two senior brothers, I and the real person are gone." If you help Emperor Yan in the Imperial Capital for the time being, I will definitely come back to you. ”

As soon as the words fell, Beigong Tongshufeng smiled, looked at each other, and didn't say anything more. Silence is better than sound at this time!

"When are you coming back?" asked Wang Yang's daughter, Wang Ji, with a melancholy expression.

When Mo Yan Hongyang heard this, he smiled slightly, turned his head and glanced at the real person behind him, and turned around and said, "I will definitely come back again, don't worry!"

As soon as Mo Yan Hongyang's words fell, he patted the white tiger's body, endured the pain of parting, and said loudly: "Senior brother, let's set off now!"

When the white tiger heard this, he immediately jumped around the tiger, roared, and ran away.

Asura Realm, Spirit Mountain, Sword Sect Base Camp. Several huge planets are suspended above the celestial realm. A cavalry, with soldiers in battle armor and scimitars, patrolled the palace day and night, and the place was so heavily guarded that not even a fly could fly in.

In a dark dungeon, the sound of chains rubbing against the ground can be faintly heard.

"Let go of me, Sword Sect, I swear to you! Let go of my .........." A woman's hoarse voice came from the dungeon.

Outside the dungeon stood three Shura, one of whom was a Lingshan witch, and the remaining two followers. The witch immediately stopped, turned to look at her entourage and whispered, "Later, act on the opportunity, and kill her when you have the opportunity." ”

"Is this what the Sword Sect meant?" one of the attendants asked.

When the Lingshan witch heard this, she frowned: "Damn, you doubt Lao Tzu?"

When the attendant heard this, he immediately bowed his head and remained silent.

Then, the dimly lit dungeon door opened, and the Lingshan Witch walked into the dungeon with two retinues.

With a pop, the flames in the dungeon automatically ignited, illuminating every corner of the dungeon. A woman, with her hair disheveled, her limbs chained to a stone, unable to move.

"Don't you have to struggle and scream anymore, it's useless!" said the Lingshan Witch to the woman.

When the woman heard this, she raised her head, and under her unkempt hair, a beautiful face was already a little vicissitudes and haggard. The woman frowned, turned her head to look at the planet suspended outside the dungeon, her eyes full of hatred: "Witch, please, let me go! I just want to go out and have a look!"

She has been worried about Mo Yan Hongyang!

When the Lingshan Witch heard this, she leaned over and took off her cloak and clothes, turned her head to glance at the bright planet suspended in mid-air outside the dungeon and said, "I was ordered to guard, and you also know the temper of the Sword Sect. If I let you out, I will surely die. Let's understand each other, Qin Xiujun!"

When Qin Xiujun heard this, he suddenly stepped forward, frowned, his pupils dilated instantly, and he pinched the neck of the Lingshan witch, and his eyes widened: "I missed that opportunity five hundred years ago, do you still want to hinder me this time? Today, I, Qin Xiujun, will disappear into this dirty world with you." ”

The Lingshan witch's neck was suddenly exposed, her eyes widened, her face was red, she was really uncomfortable, and she begged for mercy: "Quick, let go of me, I'll let you go!"

With that, the witch turned her head and glanced at the two attendants standing in the doorway. The two attendants looked at it and immediately understood what the Lingshan Witch meant. So, he quietly pulled out a dagger from his waist.

As soon as she heard the sentence "Let go of me, I'll let you go", Qin Xiujun's face immediately showed a bright smile, and the strength in her hand was gradually decreasing.

"Great, I let you go, you must release me from here!"

This kind of thing is something that a normal person knows is false as soon as he hears it, but for Qin Xiujun, who is locked up in the dungeon of the Asura Realm day and night, there is a glimmer of hope hidden in every false statement. This hope comes from Mo Yan Hongyang.

"Let go!" begged the Witch of the Mountains, "if you don't let go, my subordinates won't let you leave here." ”

The Witch of Lingshan was already giving orders to the two retinues. Seeing that the two entourages were not paying attention to Qin Xiujun, they pulled out the dagger in their hands, pounced, and stabbed Qin Xiujun on the back.

Qin Xiujun's eyes widened suddenly, bright red blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and he slowly let go of his hand and looked at the Lingshan witch in front of him: "Despicable!"

With a snort, he saw her fall to the ground and immediately fainted.

When the Lingshan Witch heard this, she bent down and began to examine herself. Suddenly turned around, glanced at the bright red blood on the corner of Qin Xiujun's mouth, turned his head to the two entourages around him and said, "She has taken off her Shura body, and she is now a human." The blood is all bright red. ”

"What next?" asked one of the attendants.

When the Lingshan Witch heard this, she lowered her head and rolled her eyes, thought about it, raised her head suddenly, and hid a knife in her smile: "Hmph, throw her into the Valley of Warcraft! ”

After hearing this, the entourage carried Qin Xiujun's body and rushed out of the dungeon like a fly.

The Valley of Warcraft, the place where all the Warcraft in the Asura Realm live and go in and out. All the magical beasts in the Asura Realm are sealed here. The demonic beasts here, once they are favored by the generals in the Asura realm, will become the generals' personal mounts.

On the cliff face of the Valley of Warcraft, there is a tall minaret. The spire was surrounded by an aura. Two soldiers, one fat and one thin, dressed in armor and armed with scimitars, stood guard on the minaret. Among them, the fat soldier leaned against the stone bricks of the minaret and fell asleep, and mosquitoes flew around his face from time to time. Another soldier, armed with a scimitar, stood on top of the spire, keeping an eye on every move around the Valley of Warcraft. Suddenly, a black-clothed masked man suddenly appeared around the Valley of Warcraft, and suddenly disappeared without a trace.

The soldier looked at it, rubbed his eyes, and muttered to himself: "Damn, could it be that Lao Tzu's eyes are spent?!"

The soldier said, thought for a moment, turned around suddenly, and at the same time snorted, pulled out the scimitar at his waist and held it in his hand, walked to the corner, snapped, and slapped the helmet of the sleeping soldier: "Wake up fat boy, damn, there seems to be movement!"

When the fat boy heard this, he suddenly got up, tidied up the armor on his body, snorted, pulled out the scimitar, clenched it tightly in the palm of his hand, stood on the top of the spire, looked at the surrounding environment, turned around suddenly, and looked at the thin man: "Your uncle, there is nothing, make a fuss." Affect your grandfather and I sleep!"

When the thin man heard this, he rolled his eyes and frowned: "You can't say that." The Valley of Warcraft is a terracotta arsenal in the Asura Realm, and outsiders can't be allowed to trespass without permission, otherwise they will be killed by the Sword Sect!"

When the fat man heard this, he frowned, and seemed to be a little frightened, so he went to the minaret and looked around, while the thin man followed.

"Brother, nothing, don't be afraid!" The fat man turned around suddenly, and his pupils instantly contracted with a terrifying expression.

Whoosh, at this moment, out of nowhere, shot a flying arrow, snapped, killing two birds with one stone. See the arrow passing through the bodies of the two soldiers at the same time.

In an instant, the two soldiers turned into sparks and disappeared without a trace.

With a snort, out of nowhere, a black-clad masked man jumped out. The man stood on top of the spire, looking left and right.

"Damn, be nimble!" a faint voice came from not far away.

When the black-clad masked man heard this, he immediately hid in the spire, and watched everything outside through a small window.

Seeing two Shura, who seemed to be carrying a corpse, hurriedly walked towards the entrance of the Valley of Warcraft, they suddenly stopped under the spire.

One of the Shura raised his head and looked at the spire: "Fat boy, open the door, we are ordered by the Sword Sect to get to the Valley of Warcraft as soon as possible." ”

But there was no response.

When the other Shura heard this, he looked at the open gate of the spire and smiled slightly: "Don't scream, the gate to the Valley of Warcraft has been opened." Fat boys, they must have known in advance that the two of us were coming. ”

As soon as the words fell, the two Shura, carrying the Qin Xiujun, hurriedly entered the Valley of Warcraft.

Every move in front of him was watched by the black-clothed masked man. The black-clothed masked man frowned, and secretly thought in his heart: "Strange, they are the people of the Witch of Lingshan, what are they going to do in the Valley of Warcraft?"

The black-clothed masked man thought about it, jumped off the spire, and walked into the Valley of Warcraft.

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