A strange black gas flowed from Ding Song's skull, and the black qi touched the jade box and shook violently.

Ji San had cultivated the Death Soul Sutra, and the black qi was similar to the qi he had cultivated. He closed the jade box, and with a wave of his hand, a black figure appeared, similar to Ding Song's breath.

He put Ding Song's body in a storage ring and replaced Ding Song with the living dead. Then he flashed and dived under the bed.

From the beginning of his hand to the end of his hands, there was no sound at all, clean and clean, without any mud and water.

After entering the bottom of the bed, the remnant soul of the big black sky in the jade box kept colliding, but it couldn't make a sound.

Ji San looked at the jade box and thought to himself: "No wonder you want to raise it, your wisdom has not been enlightened, and you are still very young." ”

Half an hour later, the sound of battle was heard around the room, and the people who attacked the Xuanmen headquarters had already pushed the battle line to the main hall.

The people guarding the Xuanmen around the room did not dare to leave Ding Song. They didn't know that Ding Song in the house was dead, and they were guarding a living dead.

Ji San incorporated the jade box into the ring, and then the ring into the mustard seed space, and his body slowly turned into a cloud of gas. He took advantage of the chaos to abscond, this war was fought in a hurry, and the people of Yejin only have the advantage at the moment, and the reason for the advantage is not because of the strength of the strength.

The two factions in the Xuanmen are not in harmony, and it is good that it has not been made public a few years ago. Now the two sides are almost torn faces, and no one wants their people to lose too much.

The defenders were not highly motivated to fight, and on the surface they were a whole, but in fact they were divided into two parts. The high-level attack is also a move, killing the enemy while trying to protect themselves.

When the time comes to the danger of Xuanmen, eighty percent of the two factions will stop fighting among themselves. The key night brocade had a fierce offensive in front, but the follow-up was weak and could not support it for long. So the people of the two factions began to think carefully, trying to let the people of Yejin consume the strength of the opposite side.

Ding Song has a remnant soul in the big black sky in his body, and Le Zhengge is very jealous. He was afraid that the old master would use the remnant soul of the Great Black Sky to achieve the way of God in the future, and when the time came, he and Huai'an Qiubai would be busy, but he was afraid that he would not die well.

The people of Le Zhengge's faction deliberately guided the people of Yejin to Ding Song's residence, and it was obvious what his intentions were.

The balance of forces between the two factions was also reflected in this war, and the guidance of the Le Zhengge faction was successful, and the old master was in a weak position. Since ancient times, there has been no accident when a minister is strong and a king is weak.

Yejin's people have become knives, and Le Zhengge wants to keep them and let them all die here. But hacking is death, drowning is death, and death is not easy.

The army formation was formed, and the people on both sides put on a decisive posture.

The face of the master of the Xuanmen Gate on the black throne was pale, seeing that there were fewer and fewer people in him, according to this trend, after killing the invading enemy, I am afraid that Le Zhengge will force the palace.

On the broken city wall of the West Gate, Hua Baichuan held his sword and looked up at the throne in the sky. His sleeves were lifted by the aftermath of the battle, his sideburns were gray, and a few strands of gray hair were flying. He has a pair of sword eyebrows, and he doesn't need to make any expression on his face, which gives people a feeling that he is not close to.

In fact, he is really not easy to get close to, some people often say to return to the basics, but he does not quite fit, his arrogance and strength are easy to see. At a glance, even if he is sleeping, people think that he is not an ordinary person.

There are not many people in the world who are willing to be close to him, except for a few, almost all of them are his enemies. If someone asks who dares to be the enemy of the world, he is definitely one of them.

Hua Baichuan put his hand on the sword, and the air around him instantly froze.

He drew his sword, and it was dawn.

It was not the power of his sword that was drawn at dawn, and it happened that the moment he drew his sword, the sun came out.

Dawn fell, and Hua Baichuan slashed forward with a sword.

The object in front of him was like a tofu block, easily disconnected by the sword qi. When the sword landed on the black throne, the tofu block suddenly turned into an incomparably hard golden stone.

The sword qi dissipated, and heavy snow fell from the sky......

The face of the master of the Xuanmen Gate became even more gloomy, and he slapped the black throne, and the huge throne turned into a streamer and smashed into the sky above Hua Baichuan.

Hua Baichuan raised his sword obliquely, pointing at the sky.

The throne slammed into the sword, and black emanated from the tip of the sword, then spread like a wave. The ground was sunken downward, but it was strange that Hua Baichuan's feet did not sink into the ground, and the ground in a radius of two hundred feet under his feet was falling.

Everyone felt the powerful power generated by the two of them and turned their faces one after another. They saw a scene that they will never forget: a black throne more than ten feet high collided with a sword, the person holding the sword stood motionless, and the person on the throne sat motionless. It's like an ant holding up an elephant with a slender leg.

Mu Fan was not lucky, he missed the magical scene, but he was affected by the blow. The trembling ground and the overwhelming force disrupted his center of gravity, sending his head into the leftovers.

He returned to his previous position, spit out the food in his mouth, and said silently, "Fuck, who did it?" ”

Seeing that the situation is worse than his, the whole person rolls into the dish. He lifted his head and tried to vomit but didn't.

Mu Fan jumped out of the dish and said with his lips: "There are fewer and fewer people here, follow me." ”

"It doesn't seem to be that intense, do you really want to escape?"

"Escape." Mu Fan glanced back at the Sword Sect's temporary residence.

"I listen to you." Seeing that sex suddenly hiccuped, I ate several mouthfuls of leftovers just now, and I felt nauseous when I thought about it.

Mu Fan rushed to the east with his sight, running and running in front of him, and his feet were no longer touching the ground, but something smooth and hard. He reached out and touched his surroundings, surrounded by a hard wall, and the two of them seemed to be in a relatively large passage.

"What's going on?" He thought to himself.

In the darkness, a hand grabbed his sleeve violently, startling Mu Fan.

"Brother Yan, where is this?"

Mu Fan shook his head, thinking that it was dark and he couldn't see anyone here, he spoke again: "I don't know either." ”

"Where did we come from?" ”

"From behind you."

"But...... But behind me is a ...... Wall. Seeing sexuality's voice trembled a little, he had never seen such a scene, and he was scared.

Mu Fan comforted: "Don't be afraid. ”

He reached out and touched his shoulder, and as soon as he touched it, his hand immediately stiffened. Seeing sex is not so short, and the monk holding his clothes is shorter than seeing sex.

"Isn't he insightful?" A bad thought popped up in Mu Fan's heart, and then this thought couldn't help fermenting, "Who is this person?" If he is not seeing sex, then where is the real seeing nature? ”

"Brother Yan, there is really a wall in the back." See sex and say.

In the dark, there is no difference between opening and closing your eyes.

"Brother Yan, why don't you ignore me?"

Mu Fan said softly: "I didn't ignore you." ”

"Where do we go next?"

"I don't know."

Seeing sex, he said: "Are you Brother Yan, I ...... How do I feel about you...... You seem to be getting taller. ”