The domain gate advanced, and the body with a thick layer of ice on the cold wave fell into the ten-mile cold river, and the demon blood under the skin cooled, and the flame demon's arm was frozen, and then it broke away from the body in the great river of waves, and disappeared into the waves with the ups and downs of the cold current.

After another roll of the cold wave, the body was torn apart under the ten-mile cold river, and even the evil tooth of the demon soldier had a tooth falling out.

Lu Hong and the others' faces changed suddenly, and their whole hearts sank to the bottom all of a sudden.

This defeat came too suddenly, and no one expected that Shao Zhengye, who was still evenly matched with the Lord of the God of Wealth Pavilion, would suddenly fall apart and die under the Shili Cold River.

The sudden change reminded Lu Hong of the catastrophe of the Refining Sect, the original Refining Sect was as famous as the opera city, known as the bright pearl of Zhongzhou, but that night it collapsed quickly under the joint efforts of the four envoys of wine and wealth, and the sect master Wu Yu did not escape the catastrophe. In the past ten years, it has been both a rise and a demise, and its demise has also been sudden.

I thought that the opera city was far stronger than the Refining Weapon Sect, and there was the famous Seven Demon Shaojun in charge, and its strength was enough to fight with the God of Wealth Pavilion, but in the end, it was actually this result, and Shao Zhengye fell into the cold river for ten miles in an instant.

For a while, the God of Wealth Pavilion was like a mountain pressing on everyone's hearts, and this invincible strength was like a huge shadow enveloping the entire theater city, making everyone present feel breathless.

Lu Hong took Yan Xiaoman's hand and quietly took a step back, ready to withdraw from the place of right and wrong at any time.

In the distance, the hanging hearts of Duan Feiyang and the others outside the city finally let go, and the cold light in their eyes flowed, ready to enter the city again at any time, only Zhuang Jiang still had an expressionless face behind his back.

The woman with the plum blossom mask also felt that this battle should be over, the eyes under the mask swept over everyone coldly, and with a light touch of her fingers, there was an aura in the ten miles of cold river to open the cold current, and rotated to gather Shao Zhengye's torn body together, and said: "Shao Zhengye is dead, everyone in the theater city will live, and those who resist will die......

"Huh?",

Before he finished speaking, suddenly there was still life in the torn body, and there was an inexplicable force in addition to that.

The life of the monk who had passed through the immortal realm was extremely powerful, and it was not surprising that Shao Zhengye could still reorganize her even after being shattered, but that power made her inexplicably frightened.

It is an extremely grandiose, and extremely mysterious power, such as the sky descending from the rainbow, the great road Sanskrit; her state of mind at this moment is no longer the place to see the heaven and the earth, and she feels that she is small; perennial in the twilight snow of thousands of mountains, ten miles of cold river practice, after the completion of the exercises, she every time she climbs to the top of the mountain, she feels that the mountains are small, in her heart the gods and her are only one step away, there is nothing in this world that is worth her to look at.

But this power gave him a wonderful feeling of a mountain standing up, a view of the road, and she knew that only something that was so high in her realm could give birth to this feeling in her heart.

Frightened for a moment, she immediately snorted coldly and wanted to take out Shao Zhengye's Qianyuan bag to find Gao Tang Mirror.

Although he knew that the role of the Qianyuan bag after entering the realm of immortals was minimal, the monks of that realm could open up a small world with great magical powers, whether it was weapons or magic weapons, they were all stored in it, and when they were to be used, they only needed to open that space to retrieve things in the air, but no one knew the whereabouts of the Gao Tang Mirror, although it was unlikely to be hidden in the Qianyuan bag, but even if there was only a trace of possibility, she would not let it go.

Today, the theater is destined to dig three feet into the ground.

However, at this moment, the torn corpse suddenly dispersed like smoke, and her eyebrows moved, but she saw that the demon mask broke through the thick ice, and the milky white breath erupted from the mouth, ears, and nose of the mask, and it slowly flew out from the ten miles of cold river.

"That's ......",

Everyone's hearts moved, and when the milky white aura came out and the demon mask flew up, everyone had a feeling of great admiration.

It is not like worshipping and longing for the king, but a kind of pilgrimage and death.

"The road is also a trip to the world, the world is for the public, the selection of talents and abilities, and the belief and harmony. Therefore, a man does not have only his own relatives, nor only his sons, so that the old have their ends, the strong have their usefulness, the young have their growth, the afflicted, the widowed, the lonely, the lonely, the disabled, and the sick are all supported, and the men have a share, and the women have a return ......",

An old, loud voice came from the demon's mask, and everyone was startled.

The eyes under the Xuanyin mask also shrank, and the aura exuded by this hideous demon mask was not a vicious aura, but a mysterious sense that was close to the Tao;

It is rumored that all things have spirits, and the swords in ancient times also have instrument spirits, and the immortals refining weapons on Penglai Immortal Island specialize in cultivating instrument spirits, and the god-level magic weapon has divine sense, and it is not surprising that they can say the words in the "Book of Rites".

She looked up at the evil ghost mask with her hands behind her back, and said lightly: "This seat went to Shenzhou from Penglai Xiandao, opened a sect, and the cold rain for a hundred years is to unify the country and the world; ......”，

"The way of heaven is constant, and Zhou Xing is not slack, not for Yao, not for death. If it should be treated, it will be auspicious, and if it should be chaotic, it will be fierce......",

Although Xuan Yin's voice was cold, it was clear and powerful, ambitious, and the concept of governing the world even Lu Hong's heart swayed, but the demon mask was not affected at all;

No longer old, but like the voice of a middle-aged man, everyone was surprised.

"The former Zhuang Zhou Dream is Hu Die, lifelike Hu Die, self-metaphor is suitable for the will, I don't know Zhou Ye; I don't know that Zhou's dream is Hu Die, and Hu Die's dream is Zhou and Hu Die, then there must be a difference".

"If you don't see yourself, you will be clear, if you are not self-right, you will show yourself, if you are not self-defeating, you will be meritorious, if you are not self-conscious, you will be long, and if you are not fighting, you will not be able to compete with the world".

These three sentences are respectively from "Xunzi", "Laozi" and "Zhuangzi", which belong to Confucianism and Taoism, the former belongs to the concept of governing the world and advocates active entry into the WTO, while the latter is like a dream, for the words of enlightenment, extremely contradictory; when connected together, it is even more meaningless, which makes people puzzled.

It's just that the voice of each sentence is different, but when the last sentence is finished, it has become Shao Zhengye's voice in the demon mask.

But the mysterious rhyme has not dissipated.

The eyes under the Xuanyin mask couldn't help but narrow.