Zhao Jiaxiao Luotian.

Several clan elders sat quietly in the Pavilion of Life.

The Fortune Pavilion is one of the most important places in the family, and even when it is the most busy, there will be at least a few special people to take care of it.

Without him, it's just because there are hundreds of life lamps in the life pavilion that are lit by the descendants of the clan.

It's really strange, the Zhao family's life pavilion seems to be made of cast iron, and even not only the life pavilion, but all the buildings in Xiao Luo Tianli are all inlaid with deep iron. More than 300 life lamps of the clan were lit here, some of them were like broken candles, and some of them were as bright as the sun and the moon.

And it was at this moment that one of the more than 300 life lamps was quietly extinguished—extinguished without a trace, without the slightest movement, as if it had been so silent in the void.

The three clan elders suddenly turned their gazes, and there was some sadness in their eyes, but they were not shocked. Over the years, they have seen too much life and death in guarding this Natal Pavilion, and if they worry too much about some things, they will become an obstacle to their cultivation.

"The lights of life are out. ”

"Which junior is it?"

"Zhao Zhi, the Tianjiao of the Seven Veins, has a good foundation, and has already entered the collection, and the Qilinzi who is on the list. ”

These clan elders couldn't help but sigh for a while, but they soon calmed down again, and they passed the news out with a jade order, as if they were carefully calculating something, and the conspicuous Zhu Chi in the center of his eyebrows seemed to pour out a streamer of light, and disappeared in a flash.

"The hexagram should be in the north, and there is no vulgarity, among which there are swords and soldiers, and the person seems to have come from the palace and come to the world to give peace.

Last night, there was a move in the Martial De Star, I'm afraid that if it wasn't for the people in the Heavenly Palace, could it be that there was a Martial De Star Monarch in the Heavenly Palace?"

"The clan is really a little unable to pull away, but there are still people in the Seven Veins who are practicing outside?"

"There's a ...... It's just ......"

One of the clan elders was hesitant.

"It's just not enough weight? The hexagram is weak and the stars are short, which means that this newly emerging Martial De Xingjun will not be more than the only one, and any one of the life stars is enough to deal with this matter. ”

"It's enough. ”

The hesitant clan elder answered quite timely this time.

"That's the Begonia girl......"

"Whether you should be informed or not, please let the two of you decide. ”

As soon as they heard this name, the eyes of several clan elders flashed with rather thorny worries and chagrin, this person is capable of reaching the heavens in the younger generation of Zhongtian in terms of cultivation and strength, if it weren't for this strange temperament, he could even be called the goddess of the Zhao family. But with her habits......

The other two also hesitated, and even habitually urged Yi Shu to make a fortune about this matter.

The other two clan elders who looked at this divination waited for him to decide on this matter—

The old man slowly opened his eyes, and the blood of his eyebrows flowed between his wrinkled foreheads, and a strange look flashed on his face.

"How?"

"The result?"

"Yuan Henry Zhen, it's actually Shangji, it's obviously just a trivial matter, but it's ...... Weird, weird......"

The old man was halfway through, and then he carefully deduced it, as if he was wondering if he had made a mistake in any of the steps.

As soon as they heard this result, although the other two people also felt strange, they also made a decision immediately.

"Well, let me know. ”

The two clan elders felt that they took out the jade order and explained the truth of the matter in detail, leaving only one other person in this life pavilion as if he was trying to keep pinching something.

......

"What? Zhao Zhi is dead?"

Zhao Haitang held a jade order with spiritual light in his left hand, and stretched out his right hand to push away an evil head with one hand, and the faint spirit yuan contained extremely fierce killing intent and Dao Yun, breaking its flesh.

The evil creature let out a terrible howl, and the monster that was originally three feet high, like a human form, and gave birth to many arthropods and huge mouthparts, scattered countless pieces of pus and blood.

In the meantime, a dark cast iron ring on her finger exuded a faint aura, but this aura gradually weakened, as if there was some unsupportable momentum.

This is the periphery of the Ancient Demon Sealing Path, and the evil cults of the Lower Three Realms and the Middle Three Realms seem to be endless, growing at a terrifying speed for tens of thousands of years in the Middle Heaven, killing and killing endlessly.

Zhao Haitang was unmoved when she heard the news, and there was some curiosity in her tone, as if it was not her direct cousin who died, but a passerby, or even a mouse.

She withdrew to dodge a tentacle evil that smelled all over her body, and casually broke off a finger with a wrist from the corpse of the Shenxia Demon Suppression Army on the ground, twisted off the finger that had long been bloodless, and pulled the iron ring of the Demon Suppression Army hard.

Then he discarded the useless iron ring in his hand, quickly put it on the index finger of his right hand, and threw a punch at an astonishing speed.

There is no divine light, there is no vision, the heaven and the earth are not moving, and the spiritual breath fluctuates as usual. But the punch hit the evil man's stinky flesh straight through, and green pus and blood splattered out.

The little girl grabbed it again, and tore it straight away, tearing the evil thing apart.

Naturally, this only makes the evil thing temporarily incapacitated, after all, if it can't be crushed into ashes by the power of the above three realms or strange treasures, these things will slowly regenerate and grow, endlessly.

The Demon Suppression Army has been guarding the ancient road for thousands of years, for the sake of her family and country, and she went to the branch of the Demon Sealing Ancient Road, but she just enjoyed the pleasure of ravaging the evil spirit.

"Tell me what you want me to do. ”

Zhao Haitang is petite, his long hair is scattered, and he has long been unable to distinguish what color it is, and his head is stained with dirt, the original gold weave hooks and fine beads have been stuck together with the blood scab, and the new blood and undried mucus are still dripping down the clothes, but his eyes are shining with the purest and true light, as if he does not look at the world from a human perspective. But if you look closely, you can feel that there is extreme madness and desire contained in this purity.

Such a person doesn't even care about his relatives, and obviously he never cares about his appearance.

"Xiantang?"

Hearing these words, the cultivation of a life star suddenly spread, a statue that looked like an immortal but not an immortal, like a god but not a god, so that people could not see clearly no matter what, condensed on the branch of the ancient path of sealing demons, since he appeared, it caused the surrounding void to make an unbearable strange sound.

The evil cult of the lower three realms within a radius of several miles was squeezed into meat sauce by the huge coercion almost instantly, constantly flowing and reorganized, and was crushed to death, and there was no way to recover.

Whispering and wailing were intertwined, making it impossible for her to distinguish between illusion and reality, but she didn't care. Slowly took off the iron ring of the Demon Suppression Army, which had lost its effectiveness, as if it was nothing in the midst of the pollution, but with a pale face and went to the outside of the Demon Sealing Ancient Road.

"Martial De Xingjun, right?"