The Poison Dragon Venerable's pupils contracted unconsciously, and he could feel that the faint brilliance emanating from Ming Ruo's body was also a spell similar to that of Luobei's Empty Ming Jinglian, and when resisting the invisible power that Ming Ruo was crushing towards him, the Poison Dragon Venerable felt that his magic power had dropped by three percent in an instant!

But even if his own strength dropped by thirty percent, the Poison Dragon Venerable was not afraid of Ming Ruo, because after all, he could withstand Ming Ruo's extremely powerful power, but his body was damaged again. But now Luobei has turned around.

The constricted pupils of the Poison Dragon Venerable reflected the more gorgeous crimson on Ming Ruo's face.

This gorgeous crimson is darker than the color just now, and it looks a little demonic.

This already somewhat bewitching bright red made the Poison Dragon Venerable sure that his blow just now had indeed caused Ming Ruo to suffer extremely serious internal injuries, but why did Ming Ruo not care about her own injuries at all and exert her power to the fullest?

At this moment, the Poison Dragon Venerable's heart completely cooled.

Although he couldn't understand why Ming Ruo did this, in the stalemate that gathered the powerful minds and wills of the two people, the Poison Dragon Venerable touched Ming Ruo's thoughts.

Ming Ruo just wants to keep him and eradicate a powerful opponent for Luobei in the future!

Lose your marbles!

At this moment, Venerable Poison Dragon felt that Ming Ruo was completely insane. How much does it cost a cultivator to cultivate to such a level as Ming Ruo and Venerable Poison Dragon?

A person who has cultivated to such a point would actually let the injuries in his body get out of control, just to help Luo Bei kill himself?!

"Whew!"

A scorching sun-like sword bloom stretched a distance of a hundred zhang, slashing at the body of the Poison Dragon Venerable like a meteor.

The black gem in the center of the Poison Dragon Venerable's eyebrows flew out, blocking Luobei's blazing Natal Sword Yuan for a moment, but at this moment, the Poison Dragon Venerable's entire body shattered like a crystal, and instantly turned into pieces and dissipated completely.

Under the joint blow of Luo Bei and Ming Ruo, although the Poison Dragon Venerable used a magic weapon to block Luo Bei's natal sword Yuan, the supreme power that instantly occupied an overwhelming advantage exuded from Ming Ruo's body crushed the Poison Dragon Venerable into pieces and turned into dust, and the Poison Dragon Venerable was completely shattered and could not escape.

What is the level of cultivation of the Venerable Poison Dragon?

The strength of the Poison Dragon Venerable has completely surpassed that of Yun Hezi, and even if he is not interested in the situation, the Poison Dragon Venerable has the power to fight. This Golden Horde National Master, who is extremely respected in the world, is already a first-level existence with those people other than those in Kunlun's Ten Golden Immortals.

But in one fell swoop, Nan Liyue, who had Haotian Mirror in his hand, and Luo Bei, who teamed up with Ming Ruo to kill the Poison Dragon Venerable, didn't have much pride in his heart at all, and all that attracted his attention was the amazingly bright crimson on Ming Ruo's face.

At this moment, only Luo Bei knew why Ming Ruo didn't care about her injuries at all and urged her strength to the fullest, because the vitality in her body was already passing away rapidly, and the injury was worsening, making her body collapse at a speed that might not be as fast as the speed at which the vitality in her body was passing. From Luo Bei's silent eyes and the almost demonic crimson on Ming Ruo's face, Yun Yuan and Yan Hong seemed to feel something at the same time.

An extremely ominous and sad feeling instantly permeated their hearts, but when they looked at Ming Ruo, Ming Ruo slowly stood up and said lightly to Luo Bei, "Qilian Liancheng is coming." ”

……

Qilian Liancheng is coming.

Although I don't know how Ming Ruo knew this, I don't know why Ming Ruo suddenly said this sentence, but when Ming Ruo said this sentence, Yun Yuan and the others couldn't help but pause their breathing, and there was an inexplicable feeling, as if the sky in the distance was all dark all of a sudden, and something powerful and terrifying was surging over.

Compared with the vast majority of sects in the world, the news of Cihang Jingzhai hidden in Dadong Mountain is not well-informed.

But even these disciples of Cihang Jingzhai knew that Qilian Liancheng had been meditating less than a hundred miles away from Zhaoyao Mountain for two years, and during these two years, Zhaoyao Mountain had been silent, like a dead mountain, no one went in, and no one came out.

***

On the cliff, there is a small pavilion. In the pavilion, a man draped in a linen blanket was quietly looking ahead.

This man's face looks very young, his hair is braided into a beautiful braid, the whole person looks very clean and refreshing, but his complexion is too pale, there is no trace of blood, and occasionally he coughs violently, but his body is like an old man in his last years.

In front of him, there was a thick night, and a few points of turquoise phosphorescence lit up, slowly floating in the gray fog.

The place shrouded in a faint green phosphorescence was a huge valley, and everywhere flowed thick black water, which accumulated into a puddle of water, all kinds of things floated or sank, and the color of gold and iron fragments could not be seen, charred black magic weapon remains, and all kinds of bones. From time to time, one or two ugly-looking monsters would pass through the black water, making an unpleasant hissing sound.

Elsewhere, it's still early afternoon.

But here, it's night.

This man, who seemed to be seriously ill and very weak, looked at the direction of the pitch-black mountain where Qilian Liancheng had been sitting for two years.

This place is Zhaoyao Mountain.

A middle-aged man in a purple costume walked out of the fog and slowly walked behind the young man in a black linen dress and a linen blanket.

This middle-aged man in a purple costume also exuded an unusually powerful aura on his body, and even the gray mist around him also produced rolling fluctuations, but for some reason, in front of this young man who coughed violently from time to time, but was as calm as water, he could not give people any feeling of superiority.

It seemed that no matter how powerful he was, he would not have any effect on this young man.

The burly man in purple clothes who exuded a strong majesty walked behind the young man, and before he could say anything, the pale young man seemed to have known his intention, and asked calmly, "Heng Daoyuan, Qilian Liancheng is gone?"

Hengdaoyuan!

This man in purple clothes turned out to be as famous as Donghou Qingbat, and he was the Xihou Heng Daoyuan among the four marquis of Zhaoyao Mountain.

"King of the North Ming"

And after Xihou Heng Daoyuan nodded, he spit out a name that was enough to shake the world. This young man dressed in black linen, who looked seriously ill and whose body gave people the feeling of an old man in his last years, was actually the King of Beiming, who was standing on the top of Zhaoyao Mountain, faintly contending with Kunlun! In the legend, the King of Beiming, whose prestige was even higher than that of Kunlun's Top Ten Golden Immortals, was actually such a person?

However, under the whole world, there is only one king of Beiming.

Except for him, there is no one worthy of being the king of Beiming.

After shouting the King of Beiming, Xihou Heng Daoyuan nodded and replied, "He should have left a day ago." After a pause, Xihou Heng Daoyuan said again: "Ye Zhaonan also left. ”

"Ye Zhaonan is going to leave after all. King Beiming glanced at Heng Daoyuan, he didn't ask Qi Lian Liancheng and Ye Zhaonan why they left, and Heng Daoyuan didn't explain, it seems that both of them knew very well what reason Qi Lian Liancheng and Ye Zhaonan would leave.

"Luofu is his reason for existence, just as Zhaoyao Mountain is my reason for existence. King Beiming put his hands in the blanket, and suddenly asked Heng Daoyuan lightly, "Are those two people gone?"

"Those two people?" Heng Daoyuan was stunned, thought about it, and then remembered who the other two people were that King Beiming said, and he immediately shook his head, "Xuan Wuqi and Lin Hang haven't received the news yet. ”

"Tell them. Anyway, Beihou didn't like them to stay in Zhaoyao Mountain all the time, and they should also know the news. ”

"What about us?" Heng Daoyuan looked at King Beiming and added, "Let's swagger mountain. ”

"Let's take a look. King Beiming turned his head, still looking at the black water valley, and said calmly.

"Take a look first?"

"Not bad. Take a look first. ”

King Beiming, the only person in this swagger mountain who can make the final decision nodded again.

He knew that perhaps many people in Heng Daoyuan and Zhaoyao Mountain would not understand his decision, and they didn't understand why Zhaoyao Mountain didn't help Luofu's heirs. Because after all, in a sense, Luofu is also Kunlun's enemy, and setting up a strong opponent for the opponent is equivalent to helping himself.

However, many people in Heng Daoyuan and Zhaoyao Mountain did not know that when King Beiming made this decision, his heart was also full of indescribable emotions.

He knew very well why the valley in front of him was like this.

In this valley, at least hundreds of masters of the Swagger Mountain have been buried. Qi Lian Lian Cheng is not an easy person to deal with, and just like the reason why he let Qi Lian Lian Cheng wait outside the swagger mountain for two years, he knows very well that Qi Lian Lian Cheng is also a boundary, a default boundary between Huang Wushen and him.

If he kills Qilian City, Huang Wushen may destroy Zhaoyao Mountain at any cost. And if he didn't kill Qilian Liancheng, Huang Wushen would not fight for great loss and fight to the death with Zhaoyao Mountain, even if the King of Beiming knew very well that such a day would come after all. But as long as this line is not crossed, at least not in the near future.

If you help Luobei, there will be a big loss, and the king of Beiming doesn't think that Zhaoyao Mountain can come again and exist at the cost of such a valley.

King Beiming decided to wait, because he didn't know what kind of wind and waves would be rolled up in the current Luofu.

He didn't know how many people would go to Qilian City for Yuan Tianyi, for Luofu, and to be enemies of Kunlun.

If there is, if there is a power that makes him feel that it is worth making a move, then he will not cherish the power in his hands. If not, then Zhaoyao Mountain will not make a move.

…….

In the thick night, the figure of the King of Beiming looked lonely and lonely.