On the battlefield, singing everywhere, there were also mournful screams, and the red blood was flying, and it was tragic. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Dome, under the purple bell of heaven and earth, there are a few more people in the position of the ten leaves.

After the Overlord, the Mythical Son, and the Princess of the Demon Clan, Alina of the Bone Clan, a big man of the Heavenly Barbarian Clan, and Xuanxi of the Wing Clan have all crossed the blood moon life and death line and occupied the position of a leaf.

Until now, there are three more than ten leaves!

But no one dared to move these three positions, because everyone knew that these were the three people who belonged to the big battle over there.

The holy daughter of the demon clan fought alone against the god of war and Cang of the Qiu family, the battle was very fierce, and the infinite divine light flickered, shining brightly.

"Don't you fight back yet?" Ji Yao shouted, slapping it with a palm.

She looked indifferent, and she was very decisive in her actions, without the slightest hesitation, and all with all her might.

This battle is very dangerous, every move and style has evolved to the extreme, ordinary kings can only retreat when they encounter it, and even, if you are not careful, there will be a risk of falling!

But she couldn't understand why the person in front of her didn't fight back!

"Waiting for you"

Mo Ran smiled slightly, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, "I don't believe you can forget, and you can be ruthless"

His smile was very bright, as if he had seen someone he knew well, revealing a kind of tenderness and firmness.

Mo Ran no longer escapes his heart, many times, many things, deliberately avoiding will cause his inner demons.

It's better to make everything clear now!

"Ridiculous" Ji Yao snorted, her face expressionless, and she waved her hand again to fly the incoming person.

What's the point of saying this at this moment? The two are destined to be enemies, and they can't be changed!

The golden ancient god stepped in, his fist was like a roaring sea, shaking the sky and the earth, blocking Ji Yao's steps.

"Seven leaves have arrived, enough is enough"

Qiu Ziqing sighed lightly, she looked at the two of them, for some reason, even she had an inexplicable emotion in her heart, which was hard to say.

Their purpose was not to defeat this woman, but to delay the time and fight for the people below.

If these creations are really handed over to the demon clan cultivators, with their character, the human race will inevitably be ruined in the future.

The great world is already very cruel, and all races cannot join hands, on the contrary, they have to fight each other.

The future will really be bleak, there is no end in sight, history repeats itself, maybe the eternal hatred is empty!

The three of them were silent, then each retreated, landing on the purple leaf.

Ten leaves bloom, Qionghua wood ascends to heaven, there are immortals, scattered hundreds of millions of gods.

The purple bell moved, manifesting a mountain shadow, which seemed distant and small, but it was very shocking.

It is in the clouds, there is a bell standing on the mountain, Qionghua is around the mountain, looking out, there are monks in the middle of the waist, kneeling, whispering, sitting for ten thousand years.

"This is the real Zihuan Mountain," someone exclaimed.

As soon as I looked at this mountain, I knew that they had always been outsiders, but they saw that the road was still far away.

The mountain bell rings, the divine sound swings in the sky, and the ten leaves here reflect each other, and the infinite brilliance rushes out, shining like a miracle.

"In the first bell of ancient times, how many heroes hated"

In the distance, the shadows of the mountains were hazy, the fog was thick, and the bitter monks were sitting cross-legged, even though they couldn't see their expressions, but everyone understood.

Those are the major repairs of Buddhism, and they have been tireless in order to find this bell, and they have already sat down and looked at eternity.

"Ten Leaves Together, What Is the Real Creation"

Below, with the seats decided, many people gave up the big battle.

They stood on their feet and looked up at the manifest hill, wondering if the nearest ten had seen the same as them.

This time, Zihuan's creation is ten leaves, and one leaf is created, which is destined to create several contemporary powerhouses.

"Looking at the mountains and empty, looking for immortal geometry in ancient times" Yue Yan sighed lightly, her eyes were shining, if she pierced through that scene, she saw the people in the scene.

She stood on the side, her white clothes fluttering lightly, with an ethereal fairy feeling, but at this moment, her expression was sad, and she actually shed tears.

There were several people who were similar to her, their expressions changed, and in the end, the corners of their eyes were filled with tears.

This is a heartfelt touch, the people in the scene, hating the mountain road, the eternal sky, what they have found and what they have left behind.

A bell, from ancient times to the present, what is the meaning of this?!

Why is it that the thought of this makes people sad, as if they want to cross their knees with those monks, look at the clock and sigh.

Until the end, sit-down!

"If you have a lack of mood, if you can't get out, you will never wake up"

An old man whispered, his eyes were in a trance, and he was rapidly dimming!

This is terrible, he woke up at the last moment, cold sweat flowed, almost really flying immortals, buried here.

"This is..."

A purple leaf fell, sinking into the sea of fog below.

But there is still someone up there, it is a proud son of a great sect, who survived the melee, and now he is falling with his eyes closed and smiling!

"In the sinking realm, I can't get out, and I'm judged by the rules!"

"Purple leaves, one leaf, one person, one world, not only the top ten, as long as you are here, you will also be dyed with this ancient meaning" Someone told the truth, and his heart was cold.

Sitting empty for eternity, even the monks who participated in the creation of the Buddha could not be spared, looking for the mountain and looking at the clock, hating for a lifetime, what should they do?

Boom!

In a moment, another purple leaf fell, which was like a magic sound, which made people's hearts tremble.

Some people are crazy, crazy, laughing, trying to break free, not wanting to fall into that ancient realm, because most of them will fall, they can't get out, and they will sink from then on.

But as a result, it is difficult for anyone to get rid of it, as long as they see the mountain manifested above the dome and the sky above the clouds, the bell on the mountain, this is destined to enter.

"Sacrifice to the sixth cultivator, I'm half a step away from respecting!" The clouds and mist rolled, and the third purple leaf was submerged.

The ancient meaning gradually spread and spread away, and those who did not fall into it began to panic.

The old man who sacrificed to the sixth was hidden so deeply, but he still hated it, and he never saw it again, which was too terrible and terrifying.

"What kind of creation land, I hope that there will be nothing in this life, I am unwilling!"

"The so-called true door, is it dyed with ancient meaning, this is not fair!"

Everyone woke up to the fact that Zihuan Mountain, the place of creation here, was not really true strictly speaking, because the shadow of the small mountain standing on the dome was.

There is a bell in the mountain, and the monks kowtow, this is the real mountain, it is far away, not in the mortal world at all!

"Deception, what is the first mountain of creation, in the end you will die"

"I saw people outside the mountain, full of bones, hateful!"

"Those are the mountain monks of the past dynasties, it turns out that they are all like this, they haven't even found the mountain road, they are sitting under the fog, this is just a shadow!"

The mountain is not here, hundreds of millions of miles away, and the monks who are said by the world really found the mountain, did they really see the bell?

It's worth pondering, the truth may be cruel and poignant.

How many generations have been buried?!

A few breaths, the ancient meaning is like a cloud, covered here, and everyone is in the situation.

In the distance, the shadow of the mountain changed, and one after another the figure appeared.

It's like a kind of projection, taking the crowd away and recreating it in the scene.

The purple mountains, covered with moss, are very peaceful and peaceful.

"Is that what she intended?" Mo Ran whispered, looking up.

He was not shocked in his heart, he had prepared for this kind of scene, and learned some secrets.

Nine Dead Soul Road, he has experienced life and death, and he almost can't get out, and the situation in front of him is similar to that time.

Presumably, this is Yi Qingwu's intention, let him get used to it early and get ready.

"The Road along the Ancient Mountains"

This is halfway up the mountain, and there is a handwriting on an inscription, which engraves some of the conditions of this mountain.

There are ten mountain paths, corresponding to the first ten purple leaves, and the height of Qionghuamu is the height they correspond to after entering this mountain.

"The power has never diminished, there is no limit to the law"

Mo Ran tried, and learned the general situation, and then used the spirit condensation method to conjure up small beasts one by one, and went to the other nine paths.

Here, there are no rules like the immortal land, and all supernatural spells can be used, but the sky is banned, and once it is lifted, the flesh and bones will be in great trouble and will explode.

Fortunately, his physical body was strong, but the blood and qi in his body tumbled.

"Nine paths, it should be the path of several other people, if the dome ten leaves correspond to here, then the starting point of everyone is different"

The mountain roads are rugged and criss-crossed, which is no different from the mountains, and there are vicissitudes in the simplicity.

One by one, the figures appeared, and the proud sons of the various sects appeared, but they were all scattered around, and the heights were also different.

"Isn't there any other rule than the sky?" someone whispered, his eyes shining.

Undoubtedly, this is a real mountain, looking up and towering into the sky.

"Entering the ancient artistic conception, a ray of projection is thousands, and it is necessary to go up the stairs"

"No, there's a problem!"

The mountain ring is everywhere, and with the actions of the people, there is a change.

This mountain is too big, it is worthy of being the first sacred mountain in ancient times, mystery and creation coexist, only a few breaths, the bell is ringing!

Melodious, vicissitudes, sad, and then blurred.

"The first life is here, look at the red dust road" On the mountainside, a woman in white whispered.

Her words would have been surprising to others, because what happened next was bizarre and as it had been revealed.

"What happened" Someone was stunned, there was a trance just now, but after coming back to his senses, there was no one in the four fields, and there was no abnormality.

"Ah Xiang is still waiting for me, I'll go back when I sell enough medicinal materials," he said, smiling at the corners of his mouth, thinking of a beautiful woman.

On his back, in the small basket, there were all kinds of herbs, and he walked towards the mountain steps.

The smoke curls up, the mountain is very beautiful, if a peach source, the small bridge flows.

There are many small towns here, and everyone is very simple, innocent and kind.

"Xiao Ye, I'll be waiting for you to like wine in a few days," a rugged man smiled and waved his hand to greet the visitor.

When the young man heard that he was very shy and didn't like to talk, he was said like this, and his face suddenly flushed.

But then he coughed lightly and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely invite that day, there is wine and meat!"

"Uncle Zhang, these medicinal materials are sold out, and they won't come tomorrow" The guy walked to one place and poured out the things in the basket.

The old man is very thin, his beard and hair are white, but his spirit is very full, and his face is kind, "Xiao Ye, I have suffered you in recent days, when the time comes, don't forget my old man if you like wine."

"No problem!" shouted the young man, putting away the ancient coins, and strolling around the town.

Two days later, he was going to marry a girl from the next town, Ah Xiang.

The two were childhood sweethearts, but they didn't seem to have given her anything since they were young, but today, he plans to use his savings for many years to choose the most beautiful jewelry for her!