When Su Changli heard this, his sword movement was sluggish.

From the moment he knew the truth of the Cangwu Realm, he had already guessed why Su Changluo had fallen.

But when he heard this answer, he still couldn't help but feel a chill in his back, followed by anger burning in his heart.

He hadn't been so angry in a long time.

Since the Six Mountains a thousand years ago, Su Changli once thought that his heart was dead, and he no longer had any emotions.

"It's not just Su Changluo."

The corners of the lips of the dead moon are slightly hooked,

"Do you think that thousands of years ago, why did the six sect gods besiege the Xuanyuan Sect, and why did they have to take Ning Xi's life?"

Su Changli raised his eyes suddenly, thousands of years ago, Liudao Mountain has always been a hurdle in his heart.

"Naturally, it's because of the Upper Realm. Back then, you Xuanyuan Sect had too many heavenly pride, just twenty years old and touched the threshold of the Transformation God Realm, Xuanyuan Sect came out of three at once, young people's hearts, if you really find out the existence of the Barrier Array, what if you get into trouble in a fit of anger? ”

"Especially among them, there is also an Ancient Array Magician."

Back then, it was a nirvana game specifically aimed at Su Changluobu.

It's a pity that Su Changli and Murong Chuxue are too ruthless, and they don't hesitate to fall into the devil, but they also want to keep him as a junior brother!

The master has made a move, and life and death are only in an instant.

A scarlet light flashed under the Dead Moon's eyes, and an invisible realm rose up in the Demon God Temple.

In an instant, there seemed to be a weight of ten thousand pounds towards Su Changli to suppress -

Su Changli came back to his senses, and raised his sword to cut off all the realms.

But at the moment when the long sword was about to fall, a storm and clouds changed in the field, a cold wind whistled in the ears, and goose feathers and snow fell in the sky.

And in the direction where the long sword was pointed, a lilac figure appeared.

Once again, he came to Liudao Mountain.

The weight of the illusion in this realm.

I saw the man who hadn't been seen in a thousand years.

Su Changli suddenly paused from the blade of the sword, and the hand holding the sword began to tremble slightly.

Yun Huan

Yun Huan was still wearing the lilac robe, she raised her eyes to look at Su Changli, and raised her hand to touch the Shura Sword glowing with cold light.

Su Changli looked at Yun Huan, who was standing not far from him, and subconsciously took a step back.

Thousands of years ago, Shizun was martyred, and the six sects besieged Xuanyuan Sect, and he only hated why his spiritual power was so low, and he couldn't fight his way out of the siege, which involved Yun Huan and Yu Ze to death.

To this day, between heaven and earth, no one can trap Su Changli.

He alone is himself.

Su Changli's eyes were bloodshot, full of scarlet, and he muttered softly, full of bitterness,

"Yun Huan. I'm sorry. ”

The moment the long sword fell, the figure of the girl who was still smiling lightly was shattered, turning into ashes, the realm of the dead moon was shattered in an instant, and Su Changli's green silk turned all the snow white.

"Master."

When Sang Luo arrived at the Demon God Temple, what he saw was the scene of Su Changli's green hair turning into white hair, and as soon as his pupils shrank, he raised his sword and slashed towards the dead moon.

Dead Moon raised his eyes, but his eyes were towards Chu Yanshu behind Sang Luo, and a smile lifted at the corner of his lips,

"It's finally here."

He waited for him already. It's been a long time!

The demonic qi in the body of the dead moon suddenly soared, and the wind and clouds between heaven and earth changed suddenly, and all the demonic qi converged towards him, turning into one demon dragon after another, heading towards Chu Yanshu.

Chu Yanshu didn't seem surprised by this, raised his hand to seal it, and raised his hand to catch his move.

The thick demonic breath and dark blue soul power surged in the main hall, Sang Luo's eyes narrowed slightly, and he raised his sword and slashed towards the dead moon-

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