Between the demonic seas, the Black Sea meets the blood-colored sky, the salty sea breeze sweeps in, and the entire coast is filled with the smell of blood after the killing, as if the next moment will be hell.

But at this moment, a clear qi suddenly descended, bringing a respite to the disciples under the pressure of demonic breath.

Sang Luo raised his eyes and saw a Tsing Yi Immortal Zun standing with a sword in his hand, pinching the trick with one hand, and raising a barrier in the sky.

Although she had never seen it, she recognized the man at once,

"Master ......"

It was her ancestor, Yuheng Daozun, the one who was close to becoming an immortal in one step, but fell for the sake of the entire cultivation realm.

The fairy wind is pure, and the jade bones are natural.

Yuheng Daozun glanced back at Sang Luo and the others, and spit out two words on his lips,

"Let's go."

Chu Yanshu decisively grabbed Sang Luo and left, and turned to the place where Lu Changsheng fell, picked up the person and ran away with him.

But they didn't go far either, because they wanted to see the battle.

In the distance, several demon emperors broke through the seal one after another, attracted by this powerful aura, and all of them came towards Yuheng Daozun.

And Yuheng Daozun held the sword in one hand and pinched the trick in the other, and the aura centered on him, spreading along the sea inch by inch, wrapping the disciples of the sect one by one, and instantly sending them out of the demon battlefield.

Seeing that the disciples of the sect were rescued from in front of his eyes, the twelve demon emperors who had just broken through the seal were all angry and attacked towards Yuheng Daozun.

The color of blood skyrocketed, and a clear qi between the demonic qi and the vertical and horizontal forces broke out of the encirclement.

is also the pinnacle of the gods, a dozen and twelve.

The Demon Breath turned into a blood-colored arrow, and headed towards the sword-wielding young man in the sky like a torrential rain, The Seventh Demon Emperor showed his black fangs and condensed a blood-colored long knife, and the sky was darkened with blood, like the twilight of the gods.

Yuheng Daozun closed his eyes, pinched the trick in his left hand, and held the sword in his right hand, the powerful aura suddenly soared, and the sword qi of the Ming and Extinction crisscrossed the sea area, and fought out of the encirclement with a sword in the thick demonic breath.

Sangluo and his party hid in the Tsukimi forest behind them, setting up a protective barrier to peek.

Lu Changsheng was so shocked that his jaw couldn't close, and he didn't have time to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Yuheng Daozun, it's so strong!"

Fu Jiandan's three cultivations, one dozen and twelve in the same realm, are basically crushing, and they are really invincible in the immortal realm!

“.”

But in the end, the historical Yuheng Daozun still fell here.

The figure of the young Daozun in front of Sang Luo, his eyes were slightly gloomy, and his fingers clasped the trunk of the Yuejian Tree, what happened to make the ancestor fall here?

The next moment, things changed dramatically.

The Twelve Demon Emperors sacrificed the magic array at the same time, and Yuheng Daozun instantly fell into the big array, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing the moon outside the forest, a girl suddenly broke in, and her eyes were about to split.

"Master."

The girl was dressed in the blue and blue disciple immortal robe of the Xuanyuan Sect, her long hair was pulled up, and her cold face was full of worry and panic.

Lu Changsheng turned his head and was shocked,

"Who is she?"

At this time, why is there still someone who wants to break in?

Sang Luo gazed at the girl and recognized the girl,

"Uncle Chuxue!"

It was Murong Chuxue when he was a teenager!

Lu Changsheng's eyes flashed with amazement,

"I didn't expect Chu Xue Jianzun to have such a stunning face when he was young."

Although he had never seen this Sword Venerable in the past thousand years, he had actually admired the First Snow Sword Venerable for a long time.

Little is known about the battle outside the Liudao Mountain, but he knows it.

Murong Chuxue, who was still a teenager at the time, used the Yuan Infant Realm to stop the three incarnation powerhouses of the Dao Sect and the Imperial Beast Sect, and the last Dao heart that was beaten to people collapsed, and after returning to the sect one by one, he was seriously injured and died, and he died of depression, which is simply the only way of the sword!

The third is more ~

Yan: Do you admire Murong Chuxue?

Lu Changsheng: Yes, yes, I admire!

Yan: Is there a possibility that it was your ancestor who made Murong Chuxue crippled at that time?

Lu Changsheng: Huh? Wasn't it Changli Sword Venerable who crippled my ancestor? What's the matter with my goddess?

(End of chapter)