Time flies, and the white horse flies!

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On the Xiaoyue Plain, 100,000 remnants of soldiers, listening to the sound of war drums in the vast world, dragged the flag away and were very embarrassed, the ruts were disordered, and they did not choose the road in a panic, like a flood and a tide. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

On the top of the Wanzhang Mountain Range, the white tent is ethereal and elegant, standing humbly and arrogantly between heaven and earth.

Dongfang Youchen stood on the top of the mountain, wearing a white suit and flying in the air, his expression was indifferent, like an immortal who came to the world outside the sky, looking at the panicked formation in the plain, but his face looked dignified.

The handsome tent moving on the plain is not alarmed, like a pool of stagnant water!

The arm wanted to wave upward, only to hear Dongfang Youchen indifferently facing the iron rider behind him:

"Poor Kou Mo Chase!"

After speaking, as if deflated, his expression was slightly gloomy, and his eyes did not leave the handsome tent on the plain from beginning to end, as if the handsome tent stained red by blood was in his eyes, like a nightmare.

On the plains, the drums disappear, and the gold is withdrawn!

"Master Hou, why don't they chase after you? If you chase ten miles, our soldiers will be wiped out," said a man in armor and covered with yellow sand in the blood-colored tent, with a fierce expression.

On the handsome tent, the man sat cross-legged, with water and tea, his expression was elegant and indifferent, enjoying a moment of tranquility, his hair was gray, but it was more charming, a pair of eyes, deep as an abyss, slowly handed over a cup of tea.

The general was frightened, and quickly got up and took the teacup with both hands, the hot tea, and swallowed it into his throat, "It's delicious, it's delicious", the man complimented, but the aroma of the tea couldn't hide the doubts on his face.

The man shook his head and smelled the fragrance of tea, which was slightly elegant:

"Because, I'm against the sky!"

After speaking, the fragrant tea entered the throat, which was extremely fragrant and smooth, making people feel swayed.

The man hooked his sideburns, and he was indifferently sandwiched with a vague conceit, "I'm here, why bother to set up a suspicious formation, even if I am the only one left in the kamikaze, Dongfang Youchen has millions of male soldiers in his hands, he doesn't dare to advance a bit."

The general's body was shocked, and he immediately gave up his hand, "Hou Ye is wise, nothing can escape your calculations, then Dongfang Youchen is just a yellow-mouthed child, how can he compare with Hou Ye?"

The man paused, poured out the tea in his hand, and shook his head:

"This time, I was indeed defeated!"

As he spoke, the corners of his mouth were bitter but with a smile.

"Master Hou, you are not negligent for a while......

The man suddenly raised his hand and stopped the general's words, "I am against heaven, I have never had a trace of negligence in this life, you, you are rude, your words are wooden, and you will not comfort people."

There was a smile on the corner of the man's mouth, but there was no sense of blame.

When the tea boiled, the man picked up a cup again, "What's the news from the dark guard?"

The general's originally smiling face suddenly froze, the tiger's body shook, and he said respectfully:

"The left wing of the dark guard, a month ago, entered the Heavenly Death Pool, and there is no news so far, and the right wing of the dark guard has sent back the news that the Qinglian Hundred Clans have been pulled out and rushed to the Red Pond Tianxiang. ”

His hands trembled, and then he sighed, slightly sad:

"Build a mound of clothes, secretly defend the left flank, and the whole army will be annihilated!"

The general's heart shook wildly, "The whole army is annihilated?!"

The Heavenly Machine Secret Guard is a private organization against the sky, and the lowest strength is also a quasi-black chess, if he hadn't become a cronie of the Heavenly Machine, it would be far impossible to know how terrifying the Lord of the Heavenly Machine was.

The dignified black flag, even said that it fell, and it fell!

"Let's go down!"

Against the sky, he suddenly stood up and walked out of Shuaizhang, looking at the vast boundless star field with deep eyes......

The boundless Qinglian Continent, under the haze of wind and clouds, quietly changed.

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Abyssal Stream!

One of the world-famous deep streams, under the stream is the ghost gate, no one knows, what is inside. Legend has it that there is a fierce beast hidden under the stream, which is enough to shake the heavens and the earth.

If the beast escapes, the whole world will be ruined!

The water of the Yellow Spring flowing inside is enough to annihilate every inch of the mountains and rivers of the Qinglian Continent, making the world splendid and rendering the scarlet blood.

Standing on top of the Tianyuan Square, looking downward, the Tianyuan disciples only felt the coldness to the bone, and felt infinite terror in their hearts, as if under the endless abyss, a world-shattering demon was suppressed.

"This, what the hell is down here, why haven't the elders come out yet?"

A Tianyuan disciple said tremblingly, looking at the dark deep stream with palpitations.

"Dead...... They are all dead, and all the murderous creatures are born, and they all have to die!" Another crazy young man, with a dirty body, muttered loudly, and looked at the deep stream in a daze, his eyes were already dull.

Listening to the words of the crazy young man, everyone chuckled in their hearts, and then the cloth retreated, away from the deep stream, "It is said that this man has been looking at the deep stream before he has gone mad, and his mind has been like this since then."

Looking at the mottled deep stream, I have palpitations.

Since two years ago, there has been an abnormality in the Tianyuan Stream, which was originally white and boundless, becoming pitch black and terrifying, and at the same time emitting endless cold, making all sides of the deep stream covered by ice.

From time to time, the roar of a ferocious beast could be heard inside.

The sky above the Heavenly Abyss Academy has always been shrouded in a layer of pitch-black ink clouds, no matter who it is, it will not be able to linger.

Now, there were already three waves of elders who had entered the Tianyuan Stream, but none of them came out of it alive, and the originally continuous deep stream was gradually covered by the Tianyuan Academy to the entrance of the cave that was only one hundred and ten zhang.

Looking at the pitch-black cave entrance from afar, the Tianyuan disciple changed color when he talked!

"Rumbling...... Ripple ...... Buzz ......"

The grotesque and poignant voice came from the Tianyuan stream, like the roar of the ancient fierce beast, bloody and desolate, the disciples of the Tianyuan listened to it, and they couldn't sleep at night, the wind was roaring, and a trace of loneliness and loneliness could not help but rise in their hearts.

Look at the dark stream mouth and pedal back!

"Woo...... ...... Coulom......"

Half a quarter of an hour later, the sound did not disappear as before, but became louder and louder, gradually towards the entire Heavenly Abyss Domain, like the mighty thunder between heaven and earth, mixed with infinite poignant, ringing in everyone's ears, just like a powerful ghost.

"Ahh

Tianyuan disciple, infinite fear rose in his heart, and suddenly someone hugged his head and screamed loudly, obviously unable to bear the nightmare lurking around.

Suddenly, the mouth of the heavenly abyss stream radiated thousands of zhang of brilliance, rushing into the sky, shaking the boundless star field between heaven and earth, as if to rule the world and kill the heaven and earth.

White light!

Golden light!

Black!

The three kinds of light blended together, tearing through the dark night, circulating between the vast heaven and earth, and the flowing darkness was filled with boundless dead silence, as if to devour the vast earth.

Everyone was shocked, only to see that under the golden light, thousands of miles of ink clouds opened and closed, gathering on the top of the heavenly abyss.

In the sky, the pitch-black light gradually condensed into a pitch-black dragon, under the boundless night, like a king who dominates the heavens and the earth, the palm of his hand is alive, and he slowly raises his noble head......

Snow-capped, thousands of miles away!

A woman stands quietly on the snow, her posture is graceful and sluggish, her beautiful face reveals a trace of poignancy, and her white embroidered skirt drags on the ground, like a born snow lotus, swaying and blooming in the wind.

The woman's eyes always fell on the pitch-black dragon shadow under the snow in front of her, no matter how long it was, she never moved in the slightest.

In the tears, the dragon shadow flowed, the sound of the bones was like the roar of a fierce beast, the bloody dragon body was gradually covered by pieces of pitch-black scales, and the dragon emperor order on the forehead radiated a golden light.

Canglong whispered, as miserable as a devil.

The aura that was almost annihilated gradually recovered in the snow of tears, and then went to another peak.

January...... February...... One year ...... Two years......

I don't know how long it took, when the last dark scales covered the dragon's body, the tears that were as calm as a lake were like snow like a churning angry sea, setting off monstrous waves and throwing the woman into the air.

In the snow, the dark dragon shadow rolled, turning into a wild dragon, turning the river and the sea, setting off boundless wind and waves, the ink infects the snow-colored angry sea, like a mad demon, the dragon emperor makes the golden light of Zhanzhan emit infinite dragon emperor coercion.

"Whew!"

The pitch-black dragon, in the snow, suddenly opened its blood-colored dragon eyes, like a boundless blood-colored territory, with endless killing intent. A majestic seven-killing dragon chant swept the world, and the power of the dragon emperor was proud of the world.

The disciples of Tianyuan hugged their heads and scurried, unable to stand the sound attack of killing heaven and earth, mouthfuls of blood came out of their mouths, and their expressions were gloomy, looking at the mouth of Tianyuan Stream, like the devil of hell.

In the heavenly abyss, tears crossed the corners of the eyes of the woman in white, watching the dragon churning in the snow, blooming with a beautiful smile.

"Woohoo!"

A demonic sound was like rolling thunder, and a pitch-black demonic beast suddenly rushed out of the snow, with a hideous and hateful face, and every inch of flesh and blood was like a butcher's knife that crushed the heavens and the earth.

The monster is mighty over the world, gradually transforming in the air and rising into the sky......

Then, the dragon roared in the snow, the unruly will dominated the world, the pitch-black anti-dragon broke out, the dragon's eyes were like two blood-colored holes, emitting a clear blood light, pieces of pitch-black reverse scales were reborn, the sharp cold was like a knife, more domineering than before, and the dragon body was churning in the air, stirring the boundless ink clouds.

In the deep stream, a pitch-black figure floated down, the man was as green as ink, his expression was gentle, and there was a hint of rebellion in his eyes.

On the forehead, the blue lotus pattern shines brightly.

With a hook of sideburns, he looked at the woman in front of him and smiled in a daze......

"Big brother!"

When the two of them were together, a somewhat stiff voice suddenly sounded in their ears.

Jun Qinghan's expression was slightly shocked, and he suddenly turned around, and a man in between, dressed in a blood-red robe, with green silk flying wildly in the air, his eyebrows were like swords, and he was handsome, with a hint of tyranny.

"Hades!"

Jun Qinghan smiled softly, and stretched out his hand to put it on the man's shoulder, "The Nine Shadows, the Supreme Fengxu, has now become a young man."

In the Tianyuan Stream, there was a crazy laugh and manic meaning, which made the elders of the Tianyuan Stream feel uneasy, and Hugh dared to take a step forward, looking at the calm deep stream, it seemed to be even more afraid.

Jun Qinghan looked at Ming happily, and suddenly felt a pain in his waist, only to see Ye Yinxue looking at himself with a smile, and immediately smiled, his eyes turned sharply, and only after Ming called out his sister-in-law did he escape.

"No, it's your thing!"

Ye Yinxue suddenly took out a pitch-black token and threw it to Jun Qinghan.

frowned slightly, took the token, and suddenly felt the palm of his hand sink, his face was surprised, the small token was actually made of Heavenly Fall Divine Iron, the token was quaint and slightly scorching, and the two words on the front were arrogant and domineering, reflecting endless madness:

- Kill!

On the back of the token, there is a string of ancient characters, which looks desolate: Hall Master, Jun Qinghan!

"A year ago, the young master of the Yu clan, Yu Zhan Ge, the young master of the Yan clan, Yan Nangui, and the spear of the king and the owl, officially established the palace of the king at the top of the reverse cloud peak!" On the side, Ye Yinxue said.

Jun smiled bitterly, "How are they now?"

"The dignified family is behind, what can you do", Ye Yinxue glanced at Jun Qinghan with disgust, and took out a snow-white silk silk, with beautiful handwriting on it, but revealed killing intent and ridicule, "This is given to you by Dongfang Youchen."

Jun Qinghan frowned slightly, unfolding the silk, it was a vulgar poem:

Ninety-nine Double Ninth Double Yang is in the morning, when the flowers are withered and rebellious;

The sky-high incense array welcomes the night, and the blood-stained Golden Armor Emperor dreams are crazy!

Closing the silk silk, Jun Qinghan looked up at the sky, his eyes were infinitely deep, and he whispered softly in his mouth, "Ninety-nine Double Yang, the four directions gather, the cold clouds return to the country, and step on the sky!"

Before she finished sighing, a post appeared in Ye Yinxue's hand again, her golden self shining in the dark night, the handwriting was mottled and steep, thick and atmospheric, as if it had been tempered thousands of times:

- Tianxiang post!