"The woman with the phoenix crown?",

Zhuge Diaolong frowned slightly, Lu Hongfang had just talked about the female corpse of the phoenix crown and the corpse hall, Zhuge Diaolong didn't believe him, but he had been thinking about the Holy Fire Sect, so he didn't take this matter too seriously, but he didn't expect her to come to the door so quickly. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

And Lu Hongben was forced to breathe, the sudden entry of the female corpse into the mountain was a great thing for him, and he reacted very quickly; "Huo" got up and said indignantly: "This bold demon, I haven't settled Elder Yang's account with her, but she came to the door, hmph, I'm going to meet her and fight her to the death."

As he spoke, he flew out of the hall without waiting for everyone to react.

"Boy ......",

Seeing him defend his own sect like this, Huang Futai couldn't help but be moved in his heart, and his disgust for him was a little less.

He naturally didn't know that Fang Cai was still extraordinary, and Lu Hong, who wanted to "fight to the death" with the female corpse, went around in a circle and went to the Shenyuan Pagoda as soon as he left the main hall......

At this time, the sky above Partridge was already cloudy, and it was still a clear sky in the distance, but the sky above Pin Jianxuan was black clouds like ink, and there were red currents rolling and tumbling in the clouds.

"Robbery... Thunderstorm",

The first thing the disciples who rushed to hear the news saw was the terrifying red.

There are very few things in this world that can be feared by monks, but there is one thing that no monk dares not to fear.

Thunderstorm.

The monk wants to transform into the final level of the immortal, the thunder tribulation, countless monks are crushed under the red thunder, and their souls are scattered, even if they are lucky enough to survive, they are just a scattered immortal, and it is difficult to achieve positive results in this life.

There are very few monks who can survive the thunder tribulation throughout the ages, and Yuan Chungang only barely survived the first tribulation with a thousand-year foundation, and then extended the period of the tribulation with great mana, and the next tribulation thunder is still undetermined whether he can successfully cross the tribulation;

Just the mighty coercion gave them an urge to retreat.

"Whoa",

The thunder had not yet fallen, and the rain had already fallen.

A red dress appeared on the mountain road, the phoenix crown was particularly eye-catching, the red hijab was lifted by the wind, and the gentle arc of her jaw was faintly visible;

"Gong",

An old man on the mountain road below gritted his teeth and handed out a sword, he was covered in blood, his right hand had been broken, and only one left hand was left holding a rusty iron sword;

However, she didn't even look at the majestic sword qi female corpse in the eyes of ordinary people, and the sword qi dissipated in the palm of her hand with a backhand press, and then there was a "whoosh" rain shoot, and the **** rain suddenly became sharp and abnormal under the irrigation of her spiritual power, as if thousands of blades shot out in all directions.

"Sneer....",

"When",

Raindrops continued to penetrate people's bodies and heads, and the disciples who came from the back mountain didn't even have time to snort before they were pierced by the continuous rain swords, and one by one their eyes fell to the ground, blood gurgled out, and the rain flowed to the feet of the female corpse, and the long skirt that mopped the floor became even more poignant.

There was only one person who did not die, and the female corpse clearly showed mercy to him, and he stood there looking at the corpses all over the ground as if he was stunned, and the rain ran down his hair and into his eyes.

The old man with the rusty sword was even more miserable, the rain sword almost splashed on him, and after a muffled sound, half of his body had disappeared, and his body was full of pits, as if it had been eaten by poisonous insects, and even half of his face remained.

"Second Brother ......",

There was a miserable cry from the bottom of the mountain, and an old man with a broken right leg staggered over with a broken sword.

Seeing their appearance, I'm afraid no one would have thought that the two of them were the famous rusty swords of Pinjianxuan, the two elders of the waste sword, the two of them were already famous in Dongsheng Shenzhou before Pinjianxuan opened the sect, casting and swordsmanship can be called a double masterpiece, the reason why one person uses a rusty sword and one person uses a broken sword is only because they have cultivated to the realm of transformation, and they are only one step away from the realm of winning without a sword and a sword;

On the cultivation of the current Pin Jian Xuan, I am afraid that except for the Great Elder Emperor Fu Tai, no one can be the right of the two of them.

If the sword is abolished and the two elders of the rusty sword join forces, it can be said to be invincible in the Pin Jian Xuan.

And the two joined forces under the female corpse, but they only held two moves, one was pinched off his right hand, and the other was pinched off his right foot.

The female corpse walked forward, she walked very slowly, but the ground under her feet seemed to move with her steps.

She stretched out her hand, faded away the thunder, and a huge suction force came, and the surviving disciple was sucked into her hand and choked her neck without any struggle.

"Where is Wei Qingyang?",

A few words came out of her mouth, the tone was like jade, but the tone was stiff and cold.

The disciple looked at him blankly, and when he heard the three words "Wei Qingyang", he instinctively thought of the name of the first generation of the Ghost King of the Xuan Ghost Sect, he had been dead for almost three thousand years.

"I... I don't know....",

"Peng",

Before he could finish his words, the thunder rushed past the female corpse's hand, first blowing his body apart, blood splattering, and then the thunder passed, and his body turned into powder along with the blood.

"Bastard, dare to commit murder in this door",

When Huang Futai and the others arrived, they saw this bloody and shocking scene, Zhuge Diaolong and the others were all shocked, only Huang Futai was short-tempered, and he rushed towards the female corpse in anger.

Pompey on the side hurriedly grabbed his arm and pulled him back, and said, "Door Master, Great Elder, retreat to the back mountain and use the trapped dragon array."

Knowing that he couldn't deal with this female corpse with only a few people, Zhuge Diaolong nodded slightly and turned around and flew towards the back mountain, Pompey, Luo Feng and others followed, but as soon as they turned around, they saw a red shadow flashing, and the female corpse had already crossed them up the mountain, her feet were a little in the air, and her figure was in the rain, turning into a red dot in front of everyone's eyes.....

After Lu Hong left the guest hall, he made a circle and flew towards the Shenyuan Tower, and from a distance, he saw that there were many sword-backed disciples patrolling outside the Shenyuan Tower, and they were very closely guarded; he carefully landed on the roof paved with green tiles behind the inevitable temple.

Looking at the red thunderstorm cruising in the sky, he couldn't help but wonder in his heart, and with his cultivation, he also felt that it was difficult to breathe under this thunderstorm.

"Whoosh",

As soon as he fell, he saw the figure of the phoenix crown and the curtain appear outside the Shenyuan Pagoda with a suffocating bloody aura, and with a "click", the female corpse split the first layer of the Shenyuan Pagoda with one palm, and the Dao cracks extended from her palm in all directions.