Forget it, it's useless to think too much, sooner or later she will take off those ghosts in human skin.

As for the fragments of the virtual body, they have all been put away.

Darkness swept across the land, and all shadows appeared at this time, and in a cage deep in the Ability, with a few crows chirping, a black-robed man slowly appeared.

The black mist behind him was churning, and it looked more and more eerie in the dark night.

The elder turned around and bowed his head, "My lord." ”

The black-robed man raised his hand, and a black mist fell between the two, "Put it in Xuanyuan." ”

The old man was shocked in his heart, "The ghost travels, the people of Xuanyuan are afraid ......" He didn't continue, just lowered his eyes, "I'll go." ”

The old man was about to turn around, only to hear the voice of the black-robed man behind him, "I actually did it and walked to the end." ”

The black mist melted into the night, and the old man threw it into the sky with the astrolabe in his hand, "Go!" ”

In an instant, the black fog that had been imprisoned together immediately dispersed like opening a floodgate, and the target was directly aimed at Xuanyuan.

At this time, in Xuanyuan, Fu Lao suddenly sat up, and he subconsciously issued an emergency warning.

President Ke and several others appeared in the collection room one after another, "Old Fu! ”

"Something happened, and I felt a suppressed anger coming towards Xuanyuan."

At this time, Yan Qiao stood silently on the roof, her red clothes let the night wind sweep the corners of her clothes, rolling up ripples.

Originally, she was discussing the matter of that virtual life form with Xuanyuan, but who knew that something was wrong in her heart, cultivators value intuition the most, which told her that something big was about to happen to Xuanyuan.

Sure enough, soon countless figures flew out of the entire Xuanyuan in all directions, and the few people led by them were President Ke and a few people.

Yan Qiao walked in the air and landed in front of President Ke and the others, "Do you know what is going on?" ”

"There was also a time three hundred years ago, when Xuanyuan had just broken through a layer of barriers, and seeing that the inheritance was promising, the hundred ghosts traveled at that time, and forced Fu Lao to sacrifice the classics to save Xuanyuan."

President Ke's words made Yan Qiao's eyes darken a little in an instant, "It seems that Xuanyuan's rise is really blocking some people's path." ”

Elder Feng sighed, "It was also that time, Mu Han almost fell, and most of the monks left behind by Xuanyuan were also killed and injured, and later they finally cultivated Fu Yong, but I didn't expect them to make a comeback again three hundred years later." ”

This time, you don't have to guess what it is, Yan Qiao has changed too much, driving metaphysics, and the cultural inheritance has been released, becoming synonymous with metaphysical inheritance that everyone in Xuanyuan knows.

"What the hell is Xuanyuan going to ruin the inheritance so that they are desperate to destroy it," Yan Qiao said slowly.

"It's because I don't know that I feel powerless," Chairman Ke said in a slightly hoarse voice, and worry spread through it.

Mu Han stood in front of several people, and those eyes were very resolute in the night.

"Coming," accompanied by these words, a large group of ghosts appeared, their pitch-black bodies twisted, and their blood-red eyes dragged on the opposite side.

All kinds of screams rang out, "Hee-hee-hee, hey-hee-hee, come on!" ”

"Don't struggle, have you forgotten what happened three hundred years ago?"

"Merge with us, we're one."

The dense black ghosts occupied most of Xuanyuan's location in an instant, and the overwhelming black made the moonlight disappear.

Yan Qiao slowly raised her head, looking at the scene in front of her, the wind in her ears was mixed with those tempting whispers, her eyes swept over every monk, these were all the veteran monks who had survived Xuanyuan to this day, and it could be seen that President Ke had come with the determination to die.

Their eyes did not flinch, just like three hundred years ago, they had to protect Xuanyuan in the end, Xuanyuan before the catastrophe was twisted and disgusting, and Xuanyuan after the catastrophe was like a reshaping and purge, but it was also more difficult and difficult.

"Hold it up, your opponent has never been this group of disgusting things," Yan Qiao turned around and said in a calm tone.

She stretched out her hand, and a sword appeared in her palm, attracting everyone's attention like a touch of red glow in the night.

"Stand back," Yan Qiao said in a deep voice.

Mu Han was stunned for a moment, "You ......"

Before he finished speaking, he was pulled back a few steps by President Ke, "Yan Xiaoyou." ”

The corners of Yan Qiao's mouth turned up slightly, "The rise of Xuanyuan has always been unstoppable, I once said, God blocks and kills God, Buddha blocks and kills Buddha, no one wants to stand in my way." ”

She stood with her sword in her hand, and this smear of red amazed the hearts of countless people on this night.

I saw that the red clothes were like a glow, rushing into the black, and they were drowned in it in an instant, and they went towards the woman in the middle one after another, and they were bound to leave her here.

"The name of this sword method is broken."

A clear and light voice sounded from there, calm and gentle, just like her every live broadcast.

In the midst of this ghost, a dazzling light suddenly broke out, red like a bright sun, which grabbed people's hearts.

I saw that the figure in the middle was like a swimming dragon, and the action was like a shocking shadow, walking in the center of the ghost with his own strength, and the ghost had nowhere to escape where the red sword shadow passed.

The sharp screams one after another, like a wail, tried to disrupt her attack, this was Yan Qiao's unilateral slaughter, only to see her figure fly, "Ten thousand swords return to the sect." ”

As these words fell, the sword in her hand rose out of thin air and turned into countless sword shadows behind her, "Kill!" ”

Yan Qiao's hand fell, and the sword shadow broke out, and the ghost who had fallen into the wind because of her ferocity and strength had nowhere to hide in this ten thousand swords.

Dressed in red, with a flying sword, protecting everyone behind her, she is so powerful that she doesn't need any teammates at all, and what seems to others is a terrifying creature that can't withstand her blow.

With a sharp scream, the moonlight slowly appeared, and this aerial battle unknown to mortals slowly came to an end.

The ghost disappeared completely, Yan Qiao raised his hand and held the sword, "I've been hiding for so long, why bother sneaking around." ”

As her words fell, Fu Yong slowly appeared, followed by a person behind him, wearing a cyan robe, with a green jade crown on his head, holding his gray hair, his face was full of wrinkles, but those eyes seemed to see through the numerology of all things, clear and profound, it was the old man.

When President Ke saw that person, his face changed drastically, and he almost trembled, "Master! ”

Ming Lao slowly raised his head and looked at the person behind Yan Qiao, his expression was a little abrupt, "You little guys, this time you have met a strong man." ”

His tone revealed a bit of emotion, and those eyes looked at everyone but were extremely unfamiliar, as if he was just stating a fact.

The corners of Chairman Ke's mouth moved, and his gaffe was only for a moment, "What are you doing here?" ”

(End of chapter)