The Eight Heavens of the Divine Realm, the Shentian World.

The blessed land where the Wind Clan is located, the blue sky.

At this moment, the angel army led by the Light Clan had already broken through the gate of Biluo Qingtian Mountain, adding a touch of blood to this wonderful scene of wind and moon.

The mountain gate collapsed, the breeze was not there, and the fallen bodies of the Feng Clan disciples were everywhere, not stained with the breeze and stained with blood.

"God so loved the world that he shines on all things!"

Under the command of an elder of the Light Clan in the middle of the Divine Lord Realm, the angelic army worked together to summon a Great Light Dharma, although it was not as powerful as the Divine Son Arthur himself, its power was not to be underestimated.

Every time the divine light fell, the Wind Clan's mountain protection array trembled once, and the faces of the Feng Clan's disciples who were running the formation turned pale.

Originally, the mountain protection formation only needed to use the aura of heaven and earth in the blessed land to operate on its own, and it only needed to consume spirit stones and divine stones when encountering enemies, but after such repeated bombardment by the Light Clan, the resources saved by the Wind Clan had already consumed a small half.

The remaining resources still had to deal with the next means of the Light Clan, so one by one the Feng Clan disciples personally stepped up.

Falling above the blue sky, if the wind and snow stood on the top of the mountain with a sword, the battle intent in her eyes rose undisguised, ready to rush at any time.

Beside her, stood Mu Yuyan, holding the Frost and Snow Condensation Sword in his hand.

This scene is like 10,000 years ago.

At that time, the Snow Clan was still there, and the Wind and Snow Clan were still on good terms......

It's a pity!

The Wind Clan patriarch looked at all this in front of him and sighed deeply.

Back then, the Wind Clan was threatened by the Light Clan and had to go to besiege the Snow Clan.

The Snow Clan was destroyed, and the Wind Clan couldn't get out of it, and he, the patriarch, couldn't get out of it.

All along, he was ashamed of the dead Snow Clan God King, and he was also ashamed of Feng Xueruo.

So no matter what Feng Xueruo did over the years, he didn't stop it.

But today, he doesn't want to repeat the mistakes of the past.

"Ruo'er!"

"This is a large teleportation token, you can take it with you and take three thousand Wind Clan children...... The Wind Clan has today, and I can't escape the blame, and the responsibility of guarding the mountain gate should also be on me. ”

"Today's Wind Clan catastrophe shouldn't have fallen on you, you finally found a best friend, and you shouldn't have lost your life here."

The patriarch of the Wind Clan looked at Feng Xueruo, and his eyes showed rare warmth.

He sent the Great Movement Order to Feng Xueruo, then turned to leave, and said softly in a voice that only he could hear: "Ruo'er, Daddy is sorry for you!" ”

The WindClan patriarch turned into a wisp of breeze and walked into the WindClan's forbidden land alone.

Feng Xueruo watched his figure disappear, and pinched the big transfer order in his hand slightly, his eyes were complicated.

"More than 10,000 years. It's still the same as before, only thinking about what I think and how to do it, and never asking me what I think or how to do it! ”

"Compared to Uncle Xue, you are really ...... Far from it! ”

She clutched the Great Shift Order in her hand.

Although 10,000 years ago, the up and down of the Wind Clan made her feel cold, but she is the goddess of the Wind Clan after all, and everything she does comes from here.

When the Wind Clan catastrophe came, how could she escape.

"Yuyan, you keep this for me."

"If there is a case, if the Wind Clan really should be wiped out......"

Feng Xueruo handed over the big transfer order to Mu Yuyan.

She didn't finish her words, but Mu Yuyan understood the meaning.

The Snow Clan is destroyed, the sin is in the Light Clan, Mu Yuyan, as the emperor of the world, understands the rights and wrongs of grievances better than Feng Xueruo.

To her, the Wind Clan is insignificant whether she dies or dies.

She's only here for the sake of being alone.

"Xue Ruo!"

"Today, I fight side by side with you!"

Mu Yuyan accepted the big transfer order, the ice phoenix hairpin shone brightly, and the blue streamer flew up and down and turned into a feather coat and landed on her.

"Good!"

Feng Xueruo stood with a sword, looking at Mu Yuyan's eyes with extremely gentle eyes, she took out her wine jug, turned the breeze into a wine glass, and poured the wine in the pot into it.

The breeze was tactful, and he came to Mu Yuyan with wine.

"Feather Smoke!"

"You have a drink with me!"

If the wind and snow raise a glass to drink, it will be heroic.

Mu Yuyan also raised his glass and drank it.

After the two of them finished drinking, one turned into a breeze, and the other turned into ice and snow, and rushed out of the Wind Clan's mountain protection array at a very fast speed.

Immediately afterward, outside the battle array of the angelic army, an astonishing storm swept through the heavens and the earth on one side, and the other side turned into ice and snow, extremely cold.

Although Feng Xue has only been promoted to the Divine Lord Realm for a short time, he can accumulate ten thousand years of cultivation, and his strength is not much worse than the middle stage of the Divine Lord Realm.

Mu Yuyan has just broken through the Divine Lord Realm, but she alone has the entire inheritance of the Snow Clan, and her strength should not be underestimated.

The two of them rushed into battle, and immediately forced the angelic army to divide half of their strength.

"WindClan Priestess! You really dare to go out of the mountain gate and rush into battle, these six realms have underestimated your courage! ”

"It is worthy of being the proud daughter of the sky who dared to stop in front of the seven clans in the divine realm with one person and one sword, and she is really a heroine among women!"

At this time, the elder of the Light Clan in the army also appeared in front of the two of them, and the light around him bloomed, turning into a golden magic circle to block all the attacks of the two.

His cultivation has reached the peak of the God Lord Realm, even if some of his mind still commands the angel army to fight, he can block the attacks of Feng Xueruo and Mu Yuyan, and there is still no problem.

Glancing at Feng Xueruo, his gaze fell on Mu Yuyan.

"Breath of the Snow Clan!"

"Good, good! I didn't expect that after 10,000 years, the Snow Clan still has a heritage in the world, which is really surprising! ”

"I lost a move to the Snow Clan God King back then, and today I will get it back from you!"

The elder of the Light Clan laughed loudly, and his body suddenly became larger, and he turned into an eight-armed Buddha with a radiant light.

"My Buddha is merciful, two donors, and the poor monk has come to send the two on the road!"

As soon as the words fell, he immediately slapped out an arm, and shot out thousands of lights and shadows, and the Buddha's hand fell fiercely towards Mu Yuyan.

The Guang Clan's exercises are combined with the magic powers of Buddhism, and his strength is also the top at the peak of the Divine Lord Realm.

With such a powerful attack, Mu Yuyan naturally didn't dare to take it hard.

The Frost Cloud Condensing Sword swirled lightly in her hand, like a flower blooming, blooming white ice and snow, and then fused and gathered into an ice phoenix.

Bing Feng sang and bumped into thousands of Buddha's hands.

Rumble!

In the Buddha's hand attack, the ice phoenix instantly burst and turned into countless ice and snow to fall.

And Mu Yuyan also took this opportunity to use his skills to dodge.

"Wind Domain, unfold!"

At the same time, Feng Xueruo's attack had also come in front of the eight-armed Buddha.

The power of the realm can be used in the Emperor Realm, and the God Realm can naturally be used, and it is even more powerful.

If the long sword in Fengxue's hand is the death of the Wind Clan's most precious wind, the most famous magic power of the Wind Clan is named after this treasure.

"Ten Thousand Years!"

A sword falls, the wind rises to the sky, and all things are sad!

This sword contains all the sword intent, supernatural powers, and even the power of the law that Feng Xueruo has comprehended.

"What a beautiful sword!"

The eight-armed Buddha had a broken arm, and golden blood flowed from the wound, but he was laughing.