The northwest gathers wind and clouds

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Now most of Futu Fearless's mind is devoted to fighting against the Heavenly Demons.

Even if this is only a demon that has just entered the Heavenly Rank, it is not something that ordinary spiritual realms can fight.

The Four Realms of the Dao Heart –

Natal life, exterior scenes, non-mountains, and back to the pure!

Today's Floating Tu is the third step of the exterior location, and it is also the so-called peak of the exterior scene.

This realm attracts the most of the heart demons at the peak of the earth level, and even if it is the three evil realms, the heart demons attracted are rarely of the heaven level.

But now, the heavenly demons have entered the body, and life and death are in a dilemma.

Fu Tu was fearless and fearful, and he was delirious because of the demon, and finally hurt her.

Therefore, Fu Tu Fearless did not want to meet her, and would not take the initiative to find her again.

As long as that period of cause and effect is over, Fu Tu Daring will go to the Chaos Domain!

As soon as he thought of this, Fu Tu looked at the northwest fearlessly, and his eyes flashed with murderous intent.

"Perhaps, I know who you are. ”

Futu muttered fearlessly.

The position of Junshan!

Twenty years ago, the news that Han Tan inherited Junshan's luck was known to the world.

Ten years ago, he also inherited Junshan luck.

Seven years ago, his Junshan luck was stripped away.

Fu Tu Fearless wanted to see who it was that made him fall.

Although he finally came back to life, the road was rugged and the road ahead was dark.

Two months ago, Fu Tu Fearless had sensed "it", and it just felt familiar, but today, he had come to his senses.

"It" is Junshan's luck, the luck that belongs to his fearless Futu.

The ancients once said: The hatred of killing one's father is not shared.

But the revenge of killing yourself?

Then, it seems that it has not been said......

Fu Tu Fearless frowned, he felt that his mind was a little blurry, how could he think of these things?

It seems that his speed is still slow.

Or maybe it's the Heavenly Demon, too powerful.

"One hundred thousand miles! And that man is coming in this direction......"

Futu fearlessly pondered and silently recited the Tao Te Ching.

This is a gift from Mr. Big, which is somewhat different from the Taoist books circulated in the mountain world, and contains mysterious powers.

Ninety-nine-eighty-one!

Now that Fu Tu Daring has only been able to explore nine chapters, it can be seen that this book is extraordinary.

The Taoist book is clear in his heart, as if erasing the dust of his sanity, allowing him to hold on for a little longer.

"Monk, let's go. ”

Futu is fearless and like a catkins, running quickly, and the catkins body method has advanced to the spiritual martial arts.

The monk stepped on the lotus and followed, reciting the Heart Sutra lightly, and all evils were avoided.

......

The old capital is south-northwest.

Han Tan paused, lost in thought.

After a few breaths, his figure flashed and flew in one direction.

......

The old capital is northwest and southeast.

The other prince, Tan, with a one-armed sword servant, was rushing towards the place where Han Tan was standing.

......

In the depths of the earth, a fat man sat cross-legged, a cloud of earthy yellow light enveloped his body, and on him, the breath of the Eight Heavens that shook the mountains flashed away.

"It's not enough—"

He opened his eyes, sighed, and continued his retreat.

......

A monk dressed in a black coat looked indifferent and headed northwest.

Behind him, a breathless man glared angrily, his long black hair withering yellow at a rate visible to the naked eye, and then falling and turning to powder.

After dozens of breaths, the man's body collapsed, leaving only a pile of powder.

......

Futu Jiuming's face was pale, and the corners of his mouth were dripping blood, and he was flying quickly.

A few miles behind him, a young man in blue with a smile on his lips and a playful face followed behind Futu Jiuming.

......

Nangong frowned, looking at the figure in front of him, with a solemn expression.

His younger brothers and sisters all retreated for miles.

The sword from Kunlun was expressionless, and said: "I have heard the name of the sword and shield for a long time, and I have come to try the sword today!"

Nangong shook his head and sighed: "My sword hasn't been sharpened yet, so don't try it." ”

The man in white frowned, stepped out with his right foot, and came to Nangong with his index finger.

Nangong's eyes froze, and his right palm was pushed out.

Phew!

There was a sharp soft sound.

The man in white's eyes darkened slightly, flashed with disappointment, and withdrew his right hand.

The index finger behind him was red, and a drop of blood fell.

His index finger was broken.

Nangong chuckled and said, "The shadow of the sick tiger is also here, his sword should be able to-"

The man in white's eyes lit up, and then turned to leave.

The disciples of the Shield Heaven Gate stepped forward and looked at their senior brother with a look of respect.

"Senior brother, did you win?" asked a disciple, and immediately everyone looked at Nangong.

"Don't lose, don't win. There's still a battle ahead—"

......

In the old capital, a young man with a green vine in his hand walked leisurely and walked in the northwest direction.

Not far from him, there was a red-haired man with unruly eyes, and there was no one else.

A little farther away, a big man with a long sword in his hand, click! The big man eats the sword.

In the north of the old capital, there was a woman who was as gentle as water, and she was followed by a simple young child, who carried a huge hammer on the child's shoulder.

It's so visually striking.

......

Southwest of the old capital.

A young man dressed in blood strode forward, his face pale and his lips scarlet as blood.

on a mountain.

The man's face was as stiff as a puppet, dressed in an old robe, overlooking everything in front of him.

"Yunshan, Junshan, Sea of Blood—"

Xuantian Sect is the most important cause and effect, and the rest of the money should be to help each other.

The sea of blood is in turmoil, and the people of the Great Qin Military Department should be against this place.

Han Shan (Feng) did not come here because of Zhang Zi's words, and then his heart fluctuated.

The mountain has been in the chaos for several years.

Humble Hill is still unknown.

Jianshan should be Ye Qingzhu.

Tashan came here because of the sword and shield, but he never came.

Corpse Mountain is already a senior, so naturally it will not join in this excitement.

As for his own ancient mountain-

The man was speechless, and his eyes were as deep as an abyss.

"It seems that there are more and more people in the clan who don't want to see me. ”

The ancient clan attaches great importance to blood, but in this generation, there are two Jiaoyang, one is the head of the clan and the other is a collateral blood relative, and the emperor's blood is thin in the body.

It's hard to tell the difference between the two.

If there is a blazing sun in the imperial family, it is a blessing.

But if there are two people, once it is not handled well, it will be a disaster.

Today's ancient tribe has a tendency to spread to disaster.

He is an ancient dispute.

Ancient ethnic disputes.

Nine Mountains Ancient Dispute.

He didn't want to fight, but he had to.

This is her heart's desire, this is what their father and son owe her.

That woman, for the sake of their father and son, had lost so much.

......

The beginning of April before the Great Qin calendar.

Northwest Peak.

A young man sat cross-legged with his eyes slightly closed.

Beside him, the Buddha's robe floated up and the monk chanted sutras.

The mantras of the Buddhist scriptures are so harsh and irritating.

This was what he requested, the Heavenly Demon in his body was by no means a simple Heavenly Order, fifteen days ago, his mind was often blurred, and he had to stop and suppress the Heavenly Demon with all his might.

Now he just wants to settle a cause and effect, clear his mind, and then leave.

Futu is fearless and sure, his own cultivation will not make wedding clothes for others, even the Heavenly Demon is no exception.

He was only worried that when he entered the demon and got rid of the demon, he would hurt those people and hurt her.

Who is she?

Fu Tu asked himself fearlessly.

Because he couldn't see clearly.

Is it the fiancée I haven't seen for many years and only remembered yesterday?

Or the one who has forgotten?

Or is it the Qingmei Sword Master who has gone to the Temple of Life?

Or is it the cold prickly he is looking for now?

Futu frowned, his body trembling slightly.

In my mind, some strange and familiar images flashed away.

His memories were recovering, and the memories he had forgotten began to emerge, but those memories that had been cut away were still blank. The memories that emerge now seem to have been sealed by someone, so when the memories were cut at the beginning, they were not affected.

The dustless monk is still chanting, and his expression is sad-

He didn't understand the word love.