readx;?“ The peak is lit up, is it grandfather him. www.biquge.info"This person is slender, his young face gives people a feeling that no one should enter, his cultivation is leaking out, it is the late stage of contemplation, at this moment he is chasing a monk, if it is a wind mark, Qin Yu will definitely laugh out loud again."

Di Qing, one of the leaders of Tianling Valley, this Di Qing is in Tianling Valley, it can be said that no one gives face, since the Great Competition of Linggu, Qin Yu has invited him to discuss with many peers, but he refused, the reason for refusal is that I don't talk nonsense with useless people.

At that moment, he offended many of his peers, and even a monk who had cultivated well on his own went to challenge, but he was repelled by him with a shot. And let out another arrogant statement, there is no monk in the Heavenly Spirit Valley who can dispatch me. At this moment, he offended the elders of Tianling Valley and others, if he was a peer, he would have forgotten it, but this sentence encircled all the monks in Tianling Valley, and even Qionghezi and the others did not let go.

If it weren't for the upcoming Kyushu Festival, I'm afraid I would have suffered a lot.

Di Qing is a lone ranger, although he was appointed as the captain, but until now the other four people have gathered, he still goes his own way, and never takes his peers in his eyes.

Before meeting Jiang Lin, he also met two concentrating powers, and the gap in the realm made Di Qing very difficult, hovering for several days, plus the counterattack killing, he was killed by one of them and the two concentrating monks.

But when he met Jiang Lin, he was conceited, and he could be said to have suffered a huge blow, and he was seriously injured with an understatement.

At that moment, Jiang Lin was also surprised, his move was difficult for his peers to take, but he was resisted by a small imperial realm. followed by the pursuit of him, and at the same time, Jiang Lin became more and more hazy, and he asked himself, among the many peers in Mangdang Mountain, he was one of the few existences.

Even when he was in the Imperial Realm, he still had the power to condense his mind, but at this moment, he found that the Imperial Realm monks he chased and killed could avoid the attacks he used against him three times and twice. If you put yourself in the same realm as him, I'm afraid it will be difficult to even compare with him.

This made Jiang Lin even more murderous, and at the same time as Jiang Lin launched an offensive, the peak platform of Mangdang Mountain suddenly lit up, which was an urgent order for Mangdang Mountain to gather all the monks.

He had heard his grandfather say that since the catastrophe of Mangdang Mountain, the peak platform has only been bright once, and it was ignited by the young master of Mangdang Mountain, Ling Yi, who called on all the remaining monks.

"This is the second time," Jiang Lin said in a low voice again.

Igniting the peak is not a trivial matter, his own grandfather is approaching the limit, and he is in retreat to impact the late stage of the void, it has been several years, if he can't step into the late stage of the void this year, he can only really sit here.

frowned, suddenly waved a palm in the direction where Di Qing fled, and then turned to leave.

This palm, chasing Di Qing who fled, covered the sky with his palm, and his five fingers appeared, slapping towards Di Qing with a momentum of destruction. Looking at the giant palm, Di Qing took out a ball-like magic weapon, and entered it with a flicker.

"Bang"

A palm fell, destroying the withering and decaying, and the magic weapon of the round ball suddenly cracked.

The magic weapon of "poof" was broken, and Di Qing spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his breath was extremely unstable.

At this moment, a palm several miles large was imprinted, above the entire mountain range, and the five fingers of the palm were separated, and under the five fingers were all powder, which seemed incompatible with the entire mountain range.

Mangdang Mountain Hall

All the remnants of Mangdang gathered here, Ming Hao in front of the main hall patiently carried his hands, at this time it has been an hour since he lit the peak, even the contemplation monks on the periphery of Mangdang Mountain should rush back at this moment, they are not the imperial realm, they are concentrating, and it only takes a few days to run through the entire Mangdang Mountain.

Time passed quietly, and in a blink of an eye, it had chased into the night.

Ming Hao slowly turned around. Looking at all the monks in the main hall, Jiang Lin didn't dare to speak immediately even if he had thousands of questions.

"Of the seventy-six contemplation monks in Mangdang Mountain, there are only fifty-one left at this moment. And you are all facing monks in the Imperial Realm, do you know that it is a shame? Ming Hao scolded angrily

"Senior Ming, those outside realms are very weird, and the ghost art of the whole body makes us elusive, and the ability to escape is even more unheard of. "This is an old and more contemplative contemplation, he can be said to be the oldest monk in contemplation, although his cultivation is in the middle stage of contemplation, but he has experienced less things than Ming Hao.

"Hmph, when I usually preach, I let you practice more duels, but no one listens. Ming Hao snorted coldly, he knew why this was the case, the monks from the outside world could enter this place, and he could see that they were all elite existences, while the monks on his side, the flowers in the greenhouse, could not withstand the wind and rain.

He believed that if Jiang Lin in front of him was placed in the imperial realm, he might not even get the opportunity to enter this place.

"Senior Ming, the twenty-five Taoist friends who have passed away have become a thing of the past, I wonder if this call for us to wait?" Jiang Lin was very urgent, he wanted to know if it was the earth grandfather who had returned to heaven.

"What are you worried about, I know, don't worry, Senior Jiang is very safe. Ming Hao said to Jiang Lin, and then said. "I summoned you this time because the monks from the outside world already threaten my existence, so don't continue to disperse, starting today, in groups of ten, to strangle those monks who are alone, and I will work with you to kill all the monks from the outside world. ”

"What threatens the existence of the predecessors. "That cultivator condensing cultivator's face was solemn, if it was said that it was a cross-level killing, it was also common, at this moment, there was actually a cross-border realm killing cultivator, even in the history of the spirit realm, there were only a handful, and which one was not the existence of the history after that.

"It's just a threat, it's not enough to kill me. Looking at the worries of the monks, Ming Hao said in a low voice, the most important thing is to stabilize the morale of the army at this moment.

And at the same time that Ming Hao gathered all the remnants, Luo Shiyi and Peng Hai also quickly formed a gang, this was not the intention of these two people, the arrogance of the two was angry with their peers, just because they knew too much, and the lighting of the peak made them have to pay attention to it.

That was the existence of the void, and no matter how proud they were of their peers, they did not dare to despise the monks of the void in the slightest.

"That's it. "The wind scar looked at the top of the mountain.

"Boy, I advise you to hurry up and find the monks of your sect. While he was questioning, Long Yunxiao's voice suddenly came in his mind.

As soon as the words fell, Fengji did not hesitate, and followed Xiao Jin to pursue Qingyi and the others.

The lighting of the peak platform seemed to inform all the monks of the coming danger, and at this moment, I don't know how many monks were gathering towards the cultivators of the sect, and some scattered cultivators were also walking together in groups.

"Miss, are we gathering with the Phoenix Nest?" This is an old man, his identity is very obvious, and there is a faint gray on the black robe.

The night house, that is the unique costume of the night house, the black night, a little gray, is the dark cloud that covers the moon.

"Together, I have a sense of foreboding. "This is a twenty-year-old nun, her bright red lips are very charming, but at this time, her bewitching face is more restless.

The night concubine, the genius disciple of the Phoenix Nest this year, was able to enter this place to show that she was even more extraordinary. The disciple of the Snow Word Family, the phoenix nest called it, the Snow Princess.

The red butterfly, which is as famous as the night concubine, has not entered the phoenix nest much, and it is also a female cultivator in the snow word family, and the phoenix nest is called the snow butterfly.

At this time, Xue Die, like a snow concubine, led the four Tianmen monks and was gathering towards the many female cultivators in the Phoenix Nest.

This is an area covered by ancient trees, and An Zhixue's team only has the early Ming Dynasty and the resounding sound. And the three of them all had a lot of scars, looking at the bright light of the peak, An Zhixue gritted her teeth and went to other places with the same door. She knew that if she continued like this, death would only be a matter of time.

At this moment, if you talk about the tragic Thousand Swords Sect, it is undoubtedly the most tragic sect. But it is also the sect that gathers the fastest, and when it entered, there were twenty geniuses standing at the top of the imperial realm, but at this moment, there were only nine people left.

"Long Yin, you are the highest cultivator we cultivated before, what do you say we should do now. Que Ming said with a sigh of sorrow, the Concentration Monk chased and killed too fiercely, although they all killed one person, but they lost two of the same people.

After being calm for a long time, Long Yin knew the situation very well, and this time he was able to gather, all relying on the peak platform on the top of the Mangdang Mountain.

But he also knew that it was only the eve of the storm. In the past tonight, these fellow disciples will face a more tragic strangulation, and it is a fluke among the luck to survive.

"Looking for Peng Hai"

Fengshan Ancestor was a secluded mountain sect that was friendly with the Thousand Swords Sect, and gathering Peng Hai at this moment was the only option they could choose to increase their chances of survival.

After the wind mark gathered Qingyi and the others, he quickly gathered to He Jian and Lu Xue'er, but it was not as good as the wind mark imagined, He Jian was seriously injured and was healing at this time, and Lu Xue'er had already passed away.

In the sky, Feng Jia flew in a boat, looking for Wind Scars and the others, and Qin Yu had already gathered with An Zhixue at this time, and also rushed towards the Wind Scars.

And when Wind Scar found Qingyi, Yinyue also left Wind Scar and gathered towards her own sect.

Feeling his approach to the same door, the wind scar also crossed his knees again, and at this moment there were too many space savings devices in his hand, so he casually took out a few bottles of pills and scattered them, and then crossed his knees on his own.

An hour later, Feng Jia arrived, looked at the wind scars, pounced violently, the tears in her eyes couldn't hold back anymore, this time she really experienced an unusual setback, endured, and warned herself not to cry, but seeing the wind scars, her eyes seemed to be uncontrollable, and tears poured down the city.

Feng Jia's hug didn't say a word, but the tears kept staying, and there was only a gentle gasp and sobbing sound in Feng Zhen's ears.

After the tea, Feng Jia let go of the wind scars, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and revealed the joy of reunion, and the wind scars touched Feng Jia's show without saying a word.

"It's coming" Wind Scar looked at the figure rushing from afar, as if telling Qingyi and the others, and it seemed to be talking to himself.

The voice of the wind mark fell, Qin Yu and An Zhixue put not far in front of the wind mark, looking at Qing Yi and the others who were recovering on their knees, Qin Yu and An Zhixue also showed an inexplicable wry smile.

At this moment, except for the team of Luo Thirteen, the entire Tianling Valley gathered in Mangdang Mountain.

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