In the dark twilight, the beast tide was like a black ocean, and there were five demon powerhouses standing in front of the black sea, and there was a larger shadow in the sky, as if it was the reflection of this black ocean.

Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong stood on the stone platform in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum, separated by thousands of zhang of Shinto, looking at this spectacular and terrifying scene, looking at the little girl at the front with countless wireless black wooden blocks in her hand, knowing that the previous calculation was correct, the soul hub was in front of the black sarcophagus, but the soul wood was in the hands of the demons.

Xu Yourong said with some regret: "I have cultivated the Tao since I was a child, but I believe that the Tao cannot be Tao, the so-called deduction is just to talk about personnel, and now it seems that you and I can only rely on the destiny of heaven." ”

Chen Changsheng looked at the black sea in front of the mausoleum and the shadows in the sky, and said, "I believe that there is such a thing as fate, but I don't believe that fate can decide everything. ”

When he said this, he was very serious and calm, only the tail note of the last word trembled slightly, indicating that he was still a little nervous, he calmed down, and continued: "The soul wood is really in the hands of the demon clan, no wonder I came all the way to Zhou Ling, and I never encountered any demon beasts, but ...... These demons could have harnessed the demon beasts to kill us early in the morning, why didn't they do so, but instead helped us clear the way?"

Xu Yourong said: "The last time I passed by that autumn reed, I said that the biggest possibility is that they need us to help them show the way. ”

From this point of view, in the eyes of the demon clan, Zhou Ling's position is at least far more important than his and her life and death. What are the demons looking for Zhou Ling for? What is there in it that they must get? No matter how you think about it, it should be the two broken knife recipes carved on the wall of the black sarcophagus, thinking of this, Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong glanced at each other.

Now that the two broken sword recipes have been destroyed, only by reassembling the words and pictures they have memorized in their minds can the knife recipes be recreated.

Use this to threaten the demons in exchange for a way out?he asked with the look in his eyes.

"It's useless. Xu Yourong looked at the indifferent eyes of the little girl below the Shinto and shook his head.

The meeting between the phoenix and the peacock, the fateful rivals, the geniuses of two different races, in the Zhou Garden, led to so many stories afterwards.

In the decisive battle at the top of Duyu Peak, no matter how terrifying the strength of Nanke was, she was calm and victorious, even if the old man who played the piano joined the battle in the end, she was seriously injured and fell into the abyss, and at the moment when she was about to enter a desperate situation, she let the bloodline awaken for the second time, gave birth to white wings, and broke through the night sky.

If it weren't for saving Chen Changsheng, in this battle, she would be the undoubted winner, as long as she could leave Zhou Yuan alive, but now, although her life was temporarily safe, she was still weak and tired, and she had no strength to fight again, and Nanke had obviously recovered as before, as powerful as the peak of Duyu Peak, and even more domineering.

Should you regret it, should you regret it, she looked at Chen Changsheng with a calm expression and didn't say anything.

Chen Changsheng didn't know that she was looking at him, because he was staring at the black sea in front of the mausoleum at this time.

That black ocean was composed of thousands of demon beasts, and countless powerful and bloody auras rose into the sky, as if they were about to open the sky above the grassland.

There were gray Jiao, demon vultures, and many monsters whose breath was so strong that his divine sense could not perceive them, not to mention the terrifying shadow behind the sky.

If the demon beasts in the grasslands in all directions start to attack, this black ocean can directly submerge this mausoleum, not to mention him, even those powerful gods who gather stars at the peak, and even the saints from the holy realm can only avoid it, unless Zhou Dufu is resurrected, who can fight against such a terrifying beast tide with the strength of one person?

But I don't know if it's because this mausoleum still has the breath of Zhou Dufu, or because of the black wood that emits countless lights, although the beast tide is a little stupid, especially those gray Jiao and demon vultures who have been killed by Xu Yourong Many of their companions, they keep letting out a terrible howl, but they always stay ten miles away from the mausoleum, and they don't take a step closer.

The black ocean is a curtain on which a brilliant streamer is drawn.

Looking at this scene, Chen Changsheng remembered the unforgettable encounter in the lake dozens of days ago, his pupils shrunk, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword subconsciously tightened.

That stream of light instantly crossed the seemingly long Divine Dao, came to the middle of the mausoleum hundreds of zhang high, and came to the air in front of Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong.

The beautiful and agile wings of light flickered gently in the dim light, and between the wings of light were two beautiful women who seemed to be connected.

Their eyebrows and eyes are very good-looking, but their faces and temperament are very different, and they can even be said to be diametrically opposed, one is dignified, one is charming, one is eye-catching, and the amorous style is like a flower country beauty, and the other has quiet and soft eyes, pure and lovely as if everyone is beautiful, standing side by side, giving people a great visual and spiritual impact.

If Chen Changsheng was older, he might have been able to appreciate this temptation even more, but he was only fifteen years old now, and he was dedicated to cultivating and seeking immortality, and he had never considered those aspects, in his eyes, these two women were still terrible witches who almost killed themselves in the lake over there.

Xu Yourong said: "They are the wings of Nanke, or the two attendants, one is called Huacui, and the other is called Ning Qiu. ”

This was the first time Chen Changsheng knew their names, and he was slightly stunned, and then looked at them with some other feelings in his eyes.

chatting with Xu Yourong all the way, he knew that this pair of Nanke wings were indeed spirits created by the Candle Yin Witch Department in a certain way, with divine consciousness and self-awareness, but they had to obey the master's orders for the rest of their lives, life and death were not their own, as long as the master's thoughts moved slightly, they would be wiped out and die.

At this time, he didn't like these two names. This is the most common origin of the name of the maidservant, giving people a feeling of cowardice and humility, unable to live. Of course, he knew that the name must not have been chosen by them. What he didn't like was the Demon Princess Highness who gave them this kind of name and could them alive and dead.

Nanke Shuangshou serves his master every day, and he can't see the meaning in his eyes.

Hua Cui is the charming beauty with an extremely soft waist and soft eyes, looking at Chen Changsheng with watery eyes, and her voice is extremely soft and glutinous: "What a child who can hurt people." ”

Ning Qiu is the lady with a beautiful face and an extremely dignified temperament, but she doesn't like the sympathy or even pity in his eyes, thinking that on the lakeside, you almost died in the hands of the two of us, and you actually sympathized with our life and death and were accused by the master, how ridiculous and disrespectful.

With a hint of anger, she rushed towards the stone platform.

"Ouch, what are you anxious about, I haven't spoken to him yet!"

Hua Cui was led by her to fly to the top of the stone platform, talking in a little panic, seemingly in a hurry, but her fingertips were already glowing with a faint green glow, which was extremely insidious.

In the sound of snorting, countless green rays appeared in the air in front of the mausoleum's high platform, and the stars were densely dotted.

Those green mangs are all poisonous of the peacock feather, and once they enter the flesh and blood, they will definitely die.

When they were fighting by the lake, they tried their best to pierce Chen Changsheng's skin, but they were still attacking like this at this time, so they must have hidden other means.

Xu Yourong watched this scene quietly, holding the longbow in his right hand, and his fingers struck at a certain rhythm on the smooth and ancient bow, ready to strike when Chen Changsheng couldn't deal with it.

It is true that she no longer has any ability to fight at this time, but at least she can use the Wubow to resist the enemy's blow. Chen Changsheng didn't give her this opportunity, his right foot took a step forward, the sole of his shoe made a splash on the stone platform, the power was transported from his waist to his shoulder and then to his wrist, and the short sword turned into a straight line and stabbed towards the edge of the stone platform!

There was a crisp sound, and the air outside the edge of the stone platform seemed to be directly pierced by his sword.

What's even more amazing is that around the straight line of his sword, countless white snowflakes suddenly condensed in the air, and those snowflakes were at least ten times larger than the natural snowflakes, beautiful and concrete.

Snowflakes fell, enveloping the pair of light wings.

The twin servants in the light wings, even in terms of individual combat power, are in the upper realm of Tongyun, like him, after the merger, the combat power has increased dramatically, so Chen Changsheng, who only fought by the lake that day, did not have any chance, and today in order to show Xiàn in front of the master, they secretly prepared other means, but they did not expect that all the follow-up means were not used in time, and they were broken by Chen Changsheng's sword.

The sword used by Chen Changsheng had not appeared on the mainland for at least ten years, and it had appeared once in the Great Dynasty Examination two months ago, so no one recognized it.

He used the inverted stick of the Anglican Academy.

If you want to talk about the speed of the sword, the inverted stick of the National Religious College is not as good as the Linguang Sword of the Heavenly Dao Academy, if you want to talk about the sword momentum, the inverted stick of the National Religious College is not as good as the three swords of Wenshui, nor is it as good as those wind and rain swords in the Lishan Sword Sect, but the inverted stick is the stick method used by the National Religious College to educate students who violate the rules, and the most important thing is a rational word.

His sword seems unreasonable, but it is actually very reasonable, the reason lies in the frost and cold qi attached to the sword, and in the ten thousand snowflakes falling in the sky above the stone platform.

The speed of Nanke's double attendants was too fast, so fast that it made no sense for him to use Ye Zhibu, and the area of the stone platform was too small to be used, and he had no way to fight the opponent in the air, so he had to limit the opponent's speed and control this battle in a relatively small space.

At the same time, the downfall stick of the National Education College also lies in a strict word.

Strict is not accommodating, you ...... Can't avoid it!

These two words are the sword heart of Chen Changsheng's sword.

Coupled with the cold air of Xuanshuang, this sword can be said to be extremely cold.

The snowflakes fell, touching those faint green rays, and instantly turned the color of those green rays extremely gray.

The cold sword momentum took advantage of the situation and stabbed directly at the two women in the light wings.

In the air in front of the stone platform of the mausoleum, a strange cry with anger and unwillingness suddenly sounded.

The wings of light flickered, and the snowflakes were fanned open, and they instantly withdrew dozens of feet away.

Hua Cui and Ning Qiu's faces were pale.

A stream of blood slowly flowed down from between the two of them.

Looking at Chen Changsheng standing with a sword on the edge of the stone platform, their eyes were full of shock and incredulity.

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(I went home yesterday and drove a thousand kilometers, although I was tired, but I was actually very satisfied.) There will be a second chapter today, but I can't guarantee that it will be written before seven o'clock, and it will be changed when it is written. ）