"I don't want to listen to your lies. The glamorous and incomparable Lu Xue Ning Feng said with a cold voice in her eyes: "Ding Lao Mo's heir is still alive, as long as he doesn't die for a day, no one will want to touch every brick of my Yao ruins." ”

The head of the Chu family, the head of the Qin family, and the holy master of Fusang all showed a little anger, with the noble status of the three of them, who could stop them, but now in front of so many people in the world, they are not good at making a move on a weak woman, not to mention that the other party is still an orphan of the Yao clan.

The Holy Lord of Fusang had silver hair dancing, and a terrifying scene of galaxy disillusionment appeared in his blood-colored eyes, he looked at Lu Xue Ning and said in a deep voice: "You mean that if Ding Chuan, the remnant of the Demon Palace, dies, you will no longer meddle in the affairs of the Yao ruins?"

A trace of sadness flashed on Lu Xue Ning's jade-like face, and he said, "If someone kills Ding Chuan, the young master of the Demon Palace, for me, I will immediately lead the ruins and ruins of my Yao clan elsewhere, even if you dig through the earth here without the slightest complaint." ”

The head of the Chu family and the head of the Qin family both showed a look of embarrassment, although the Dragon Prison Palace had a lot of enemies, but there was no big grudge between them, and the young master of the Dragon Prison Palace, Ding Chuan, was also supported by the Snow General, one of the four great generals of the Dragon Prison Palace, and a master of the world who had survived since 100,000 years ago, if he wanted to kill Ding Chuan for no reason, he was afraid that there would be big trouble.

Compared with the worries of the two ancient family masters, the Holy Lord of Fusang did not have so many worries, and he originally had a deep grudge with the Dragon Prison Palace in the Fusang Holy Land.

Many years ago, Ding Jiuhan, the palace master of the Dragon Prison Palace, killed the Fusang Holy Land in a rage, and killed the twelve golden-bodied elders of the Fusang Holy Land in a battle, and then the news of Ding Lao's death came out.

This young master of the Demon Palace has already shown amazing potential at the age of seven or eight, beating the little sage son Guangtou of the Fusang Holy Land into a waste in the Tiandang Divine Mountain, and then he made a comeback incognito for nearly ten years, and the great sage son Guangtou was also seriously injured and dying in the Bamboo Sword Pavilion, and then seven more Fusang Taibao died at his hands...... This series of bloody methods undoubtedly made Ding Chuan a figure on the must-kill list of Fusang Holy Land.

Thinking of the series of bloody methods that the young master of the Demon Palace had done to the Fusang Holy Land, even a person with a heart like the Holy Lord of Fusang couldn't help but reveal a sense of murderous intent, and he stared at Lu Xue Ning with a sinking face: "I Fusang Holy Land will give you a promise, and I will definitely kill Ding Chuan, the remnant of the Demon Palace, for you in the future." Before that, you should do your best to assist me in obtaining the treasures of heaven and earth under the land of the Yao ruins from the Fusang Holy Land. ”

As soon as these words came out, the head of the Chu family and the head of the Qin family both showed a look of surprise, this move of the Holy Lord of Fusang can be described as killing two birds with one stone, Ding Chuan, the young master of the Demon Palace, was originally the sworn enemy of the Fusang Holy Land, and now he borrowed it to eliminate the hostility of Lu Xuening, the descendant of the Yao clan.

Lu Xuening's clear gaze looked fixedly at the face of the Holy Lord of Fusang for a moment, and said, "I hope you will keep your promise." ”

After that, the glamorous and incomparable Lu Xue Ning turned around and sacrificed a Qiankun bag, and the terrifying devouring power gushed out, taking in the broken palace of the Yao ruins in the Luyin Valley, and the countless bones scattered all in, and the vast valley became an empty valley, with only a huge palm print of a size of thousands of zhang clearly imprinted in the center of the valley, which was the most fatal blow to the Yao people back then.

In the next moment, the Fusang Holy Lord, the Chu family, and the Qin family's three sect master-level figures rushed into the valley like lightning, and their powerful divine consciousness stretched out, exploring in all directions of the valley.

Only a moment later, the three major sect masters-level figures stopped their movements, and the Fusang Holy Lord muttered to himself, "I felt a trace of strange fluctuations, but I couldn't find the source. ”

The head of the Chu family said in a deep voice: "Could it be that we came at the wrong time." ”

Although the head of the Qin family on the other side was very rough in appearance, he was as careful as a needle, and he pondered for a moment and said his conjecture: "It is said that the last time the Heaven and Earth Treasures appeared was on the night of the full moon, and the genius earth treasure will only reveal the world under certain conditions and circumstances, and under normal conditions, these heaven and earth artifacts are dormant in the depths of the earth's core, and it is difficult to capture its exact location at all. ”

Seeing that the three sect master-level figures had found nothing, the thousands of monks who had arrived here before them all showed a happy face, and that expression seemed to be expressing, we didn't get it, you can't find it either, don't think that if you cultivate high, you can do anything.

The drumming mountain wind blew Lu Xuening's cloud-like hair up and flew up, revealing her delicate and flawless perfect facial features, and the elegance of the moment made the white snow-capped mountains lose their color, she lingered in the familiar valley for a moment and broke through the air, the slender and soft back, and the dustless fairy posture attracted the attention of countless people.

The three sect masters of the Fusang Holy Lord were unwilling to release their divine senses to launch a second search, which made Ding Chuan's eyebrows tighten, and the ruins of the palace of the Yao ruins were removed by Lu Xuening, which made his plan to explore the past fall through, and he sighed secretly and was about to leave this place, but a young monk in a gorgeous costume beside him stopped him from behind.

"This Daoist brother, please stay, I see that you have a strong breath and your cultivation is not weak, I want to spend a lot of money to help me do things. ”

Ding Chuantou didn't reply, and replied impatiently: "Daoist friends are too exalted to me, I am used to being lazy and lazy, so you should ask another master!"

Ding Chuan strode forward, but the young monk who spoke up followed closely and spoke again: "I want to ask Brother Dao to take off the head of Ding Chuan, the young master of the Demon Palace, and give it to me, money is not a problem, the minimum is 50,000 gold coins, and what this young master has is money." ”

Ding Chuan's footsteps faltered when he heard this, and his voice was a little cold: "Why did you kill the young master of the Demon Palace, do you have a grudge against him?"

The young monk in a gorgeous costume was overjoyed when he heard this, and seemed to feel that the other party was relieved, and his figure appeared in front of Ding Chuan in a flash, and whispered: "I don't have any holiday with him, but his head is worth a ......lot!

The monk said half a sentence but couldn't go on, Ding Chuan's cold and murderous gaze held back the words he had in his mouth, the angular outline and the sinister temperament made him shiver, suddenly his eyes burst out, and he pointed at Ding Chuan and said, "You, you are Ding ......"

"Bang!"

Ding Chuan's eyes were quick, and a dark energy entered the other party's body and sealed all his strange meridians and eight veins, the other party couldn't say half a word after opening his mouth for a long time, Ding Chuan had a cruel sneer on his face, and put one hand on the other party's shoulder and half-dragged towards the outside of Luyin Mountain.

This trip to the northern regions of Xichuan made Ding Chuan's plans all frustrated, and he was extremely depressed, but he also met a second ancestor who claimed to be very rich and wanted to pay for his head, and he sneered in his heart and dragged this second ancestor to no man's land, and pulled out the incomparable red electric long knife.

The young monk, who was still rich just now, showed a frightened gaze, screaming but unable to speak, and finally he knelt on the ground with a 'poof', hugged Ding Chuan's thigh, and looked at Ding Chuan with pleading eyes to let Ding Chuan spare his life.

"The one who went to Nima said just now that he wanted the head of the master, and now he is waging his tail and begging for mercy. ”

Ding Chuan kicked it out, holding a red electric long knife, got up and went up, the knife fell in his hand, and several bright knife lights fell, and the clothes on the young man's body were split into rags, and in the end only one trouser was left.

The young man trembled with fear, and the cold knife light swept through him at the moment, as if he was in close contact with death, and his body was cold, when he opened his eyes in surprise, touched his head and still grew on his neck, there was no injury on his body, only his clothes were shredded, but before he could be happy, Ding Chuan smiled and stepped forward with a knife.

The bright sword light was like lightning splitting the air, and Ding Chuan slashed horizontally and vertically with the knife, like an arm and fingers, and stabbed a few eye-catching blood words on the unlucky man's chest: "Ding Chuan is here." Then Ding Chuan made the long knife engrave words on his back, and the clear pain made the second ancestor faint directly.

At noon on the second day, near the snow-capped Luyin Mountain Range, more and more monks gathered, and the news that the treasures of heaven and earth were about to be born attracted countless monks, although it was not yet the night of the full moon, but the monks gathered here were already tens of thousands of people.

However, at this moment, a rough beast roar came, and a fierce bear monster roared and rushed towards the crowd, and on top of it sat a naked, bloodstained, and grim young man, and on his chest four crimson and conspicuous characters came into view: Ding Chuan is here.

Tens of thousands of monks outside Luyin Mountain rioted at once, and some of them raised sharp blades and swords and shouted, "Whoever can cut off the head of Ding Chuan, the young master of the Dragon Prison Palace, can marry the first beauty in the Xichuan Continent as his wife, kill it!"

Before the fierce bear monster rushed into the crowd, countless sword lights slashed at it, and the bear monster suddenly turned around and fled in fear, and then a sharp-eyed monk shouted: "Look at the words on the back of the young master of the Demon Palace." ”

Many monks looked at it, and there were indeed four bloody characters behind the naked young master of the Demon Palace: Sweeping the enemy.

Countless monks were furious, and the eight words on the chest and back of the arrogant young master of the Demon Palace were connected: "Ding Chuan is here, sweeping away all enemies." ”

"Arrogant, arrogant, fanatical......"

"The young master of this Demon Palace who is killed by God is too arrogant, and he actually tattoos words on his body to despise us so much. ”

"Cut off the head of the little devil, marry the most beautiful woman in the world and kill it......"

Countless monks frantically chased and killed the 'Young Master of the Demon Palace', and the brilliant Shenhua shone brightly, flying swords, sledgehammers, golden bells, iron rulers, nail rakes...... A variety of Taoist soldiers shot out in the air, and immediately smashed the butt of the bear monster mount of the 'Young Master of the Demon Palace', and the bear blood flew to the ground, and the fierce bear monster howled in pain and rushed into the deep mountains and dense forests.

But countless monks are as energetic as if they have been beaten with chicken blood, their expressions are crazy, and they are chasing after the 'Young Master of the Demon Palace' like wind and lightning, most of those monks are young monks with strong blood, and the crazy momentum is terrifying, and the dense primeval forest is full of Shenhua rushing into the sky, chaotic dust, and the loud sound of 'boom boom' is endless.

Ding Chuan, who was hiding in the dark, secretly wiped a cold sweat, he didn't expect to build a stand-in for himself to test the water, he didn't expect to attract so many people to shoot angrily, he had to sigh at the charm of the beauty, Lu Xuening only used one sentence, and countless men in the world went crazy, most of the young monks were ruthlessly waved the butcher knife to the impostor young master of the Demon Palace for Lu Xuening's beauty. He silently mourned for the unlucky man for a few minutes, and then silently retreated