The clouds are blowing, and the sea of flowers is swaying, like a red wave, gradually moving away.

There was silence all around, the Changge phalanx was even more solemn, Guan Yuan approached Luoyang as he spoke, and although the last six words were whispered softly, they were almost the same as rolling thunder in the air.

Luoyang suppressed the shock in his heart, and his divine consciousness was put into the Sumeru ring, not surprisingly, a jade seal hung alone in the void space, the four walls were flawless, clear and warm, and there was a hidden national fortune dragon spirit, carved with a golden dragon, lifelike, and the bottom was engraved with eight characters, saying: "Ordered by the sky, both longevity and eternal prosperity." ”

This is indeed one of the jade seals awarded by Great Xia to the Seven Kingdoms, with which the seal can attract the national fortune of the Qi State, even if the monarch of the country is a common man, as long as the jade seal is in hand, in the national capital, you can also kill the immortals and kill the gods, kill the demons and demons.

"It's a good deal, referring to people. ”

Luoyang held the Heavenly Sword, held a sword flower beside Guan Yuan, looked at the thoughtful scribe, and said: "Sir, you have to see clearly, don't point out the mistake, if the evil obstacle here is counted on my head, as long as I don't die for a day, your Xu family will not be able to live in peace for a day!"

"Don't dare, don't dare. ”

Guan Yuan maintained his demeanor, his face was filled with a smile like a spring breeze, and slowly approached the front of the stage, swept past the mindless ghosts on the plain, and raised his hand to the white-clothed young man who had just stepped on Huangquan Road.

There is a gray mist surging outside the reincarnation, which can block the peeps of the outside world but will not affect the sight of the people in the underworld, Luoyang looked at it from afar, the young man walked with his hands in his hands, and he walked in a tiger's step, not at all like the muddy appearance of other ghosts, his face was pale, and the confidence between his eyebrows was particularly dazzling.

"Make sure it's him, sir, you need to see it. ”

"There will be no mistake, Lord Yama, please!" Guan Yuan shook his head slightly, and gestured to Luoyang to do as much as he could.

Luoyang stepped back and stopped his sword, scanning the surrounding ghosts, and strangely found no trace of the apostle.

Something went wrong, Luoyang was more careful, he hid all the potential in his heart, raised his sword and fell into the reincarnation realm, and grabbed Xu Ziyou with his hand, wanting to bring him back to the world with a ghost face.

The fog moved, the ten directions were silent, and suddenly the thunderbolt was shocked, and the three-point cold star came in an instant from a hundred steps away, forcing Luoyang to withdraw his palm and swing his sword to block the remaining two arrows for Xu Ziyou.

Looking at Yan Luo's back, Xu Ziyou hooked the corners of his mouth, opened the distance, pushed with his right hand, and shot out nine zhang Xu Qinglong, swirling in the air, straight to Luoyang's back, and went to the back of his head.

The green dragon annihilated the remnants and disappeared into the depths of the clouds with a long groan, Luoyang quietly disappeared into the thick fog, and the golden sword also disappeared.

The change here has long been expected, the bait is now missing, the problem must be in the bait, and the life is changed against the sky, this kind of thing is really nothing to the underworld.

"Qianyuan Wuji, see the sun through the clouds!"

The edict fell, and a runic light rose from the ghosts, dispelling the fog with a plain white light, revealing the slenderness of the Huangquan Road, and the shadow dispersed, and Luoyang's figure clearly appeared in front of Xu Ziyou.

"Capture it with your hands tied, spare you from death!"

Nine red dragon spears floated behind Xu Ziyou, and he grabbed and threw them step by step, and the two dragon spears turned into two arcs of light, crashing left and right into Luoyang like meteors.

The apostle hidden among the hundred ghosts took advantage of the situation to open his bow again, and with nineteen arrows in one go, he blocked all the dodging spaces in Luoyang.

There is no way to retreat, Luoyang hides the sword in the void, the sword trembles slightly, the heavenly sword momentum rises, draws the sword and slashes, and a dazzling sword light blooms out of thin air, cutting all the dragon spears, smashing the arrows but not hurting a hundred ghosts.

The light of the sky gradually dimmed, the gray fog that retreated became more and more dense, Xu Ziyou probed his hand to hold a dragon spear, dodged and picked thorns, and dispersed a large area of fog, Luoyang had already disappeared in place, the ten directions were dead, hundreds of ghosts were mixed, and the Nai He Bridge in the distance loomed.

The secluded capital of Xufu, half an acre of lotus pond, thousands of lotus blooming, the gallery meanders, the green tile pavilion, the fragrance of flowers is pervasive, the jade people in the pavilion gently swing their red sleeves, and the chess pieces are mixed into one color.

The white son fell, the sunspot was breathless, Yiren raised his head, smiled skillfully, precipitated tenderness between the willow eyebrows and bright eyes, spoke softly and slowly, tactful like a piano, light and agile.

"The layout of the five emperors, the joint efforts of the seven kings, I expect that Yama is inescapable, thanks to the sacrifice of the Xu family, Yamo, you are really my big hero. ”

The young man sitting opposite him laughed silently, his black hair was draped over his shoulders, neatly combed, the corners of his splendid robe moved lightly with the wind, holding Yiren's hands, unintentional chess games, and unintentional lotus pond golden scales, only the Yiren in front of him in his heart, willing to give everything for her.

"Yan Luo's life is lost in Huangquan Road, the sword of the crime becomes a swan song, Ziyou has worked hard and has made great achievements, and this king will reward him well!"

"Yamo, good literary talent, but Ziyou is young and promising and as a monarch, if you reward the slave family again, I am afraid that he will be arrogant, unworthy of virtue, and easy to go astray?"

"It makes sense, it's up to you to ...... here"

Xu Yamo nodded lightly, and just wanted to ask Yiren's opinion, the black-clothed young man who was eavesdropping outside the wall crossed the wall, stepped on the lotus flower and fell into the pavilion in the pool, staring at Butterfly Zimo's face of the country, and scolded coldly, "Okay, you are a poisonous woman, Ziyou is willing to be bait for your Butterfly Zi family to prevent disasters, you don't want to repay it, but you still want to harm him, don't you see my Xu family good, my Xu family will not die for a day, you are not at ease?"

Yiren cried when he heard this, sad and sorrowful, Xu Yamo, who listened, couldn't help frowning, his heart seemed to be clenched by a big hand, he couldn't help but frown angrily, pointed at the young man, and scolded: "Yilan, what kind of wind are you smoking? Mo'er is also for Ziyou's good, worried that he is juvenile and wants to sharpen his temperament, how can you misunderstand her like this, apologize quickly!"

"Hmph! Xu Wang Yamo is unparalleled in the world, I'm obviously a person who forgets his righteousness, and he knows that you have no intention of playing chess but still kills all the games, do you think she loves you? ”

The uneasy young man turned around and brushed his sleeves away, hoping that the old line would not repeat the mistakes of the old capital, and that they would completely strangle the demon Yama this time.

This human race holds grudges, is despicable, does everything to the extreme, and is extremely talented, if he does not die, it will definitely be the Xu family who will be destroyed in the future!

Xu Yilan didn't want the Xu family to offend Luoyang, but the current King Xu was fascinated by beauty, and he no longer had the wisdom and courage he once had, and he was not a ghost.

On the Huangquan Road, the gray fog returned to calm, Xu Ziyou stood in place with his hands in his hands, looking at the six roads, listening to all directions, looking at the hundred ghosts, and finding nothing except the three hundred apostles who exposed their tracks before and after.

Two or three heirs of the Xu family were protected by the purple butterfly's side, and the heavenly ghost pattern of the Taisha Jizong was condensed into armor and sword soldiers, and they were all vigilant against the surrounding wind and grass, and the Yiren who were protected also put away the strong bow, raised their hands to hold the frame, and their hands were one in front and one behind, and the sickle in the palm was positive and one was reversed, and the purple butterfly ghost pattern on the blade emitted a streamer.

The sword came out, the mist drifted lightly, the sword fell, and two or three guards fell down at the same time, cutting their throats with one blade, and they did not make a sound.

Purple Butterfly narrowed her eyes, turned around and waved her sickle, Purple Butterfly soared into the air, and the sharp aperture cut through the fog, leaving nothing in the air.

"Everyone, pay attention, Yan Luo may be near Miss Purple Butterfly, quickly support the ......" Before the words were finished, the sword light penetrated Guan Yuan's chest and abdomen from behind, and the sword qi burst out, and the soul flew away.

Xu Ziyou looked up at the Ghost Gate Square, the young man's white clothes were fluttering, he stepped with his sword, and the next moment he appeared behind him, and the sharp sword light danced on the plain white sword, quietly hovering over his shoulder.

"Come with me, or you'll die!"

"It's such a fast step, Yama is indeed powerful, but you can't force me. ”

After that, Xu Ziyou tilted his head and slammed into the blade of the heavenly sword, Luoyang hurriedly drew his sword and retreated, taking advantage of this gap Xu Ziyou raised his hand out of thin air, and the Lingbao picture scroll slowly unfolded, painting the Peacock King extremely strange, and the diffuse five-color brilliance was even more flashing and swirling, dazzling, reflecting the gray sky into colorful colors.

Without waiting for Xu Ziyou to attack, Luoyang once again disappeared into the mist, coming without a shadow, without a trace, even the five-colored brilliance failed to capture the slightest trace.

"Be careful, his hunt has begun, gather as much as you can, no one will survive alone!"

Xu Ziyou's voice fell into the ears of all the ghosts through the transmission notes, and the lone apostle gradually gathered, but the purple butterfly holding the double sickle disappeared into the fog and walked away alone.

The mist rose and fell, and the purple butterfly looked back, and saw that there was nothing and hurriedly turned to look back, and the ghost face of Yama and the white clothes of Shengxue came into view.

"You shouldn't get involved in these things, you should be lonely all your life, except for us as a beloved of you, you can't die, you have to live. ”

"This enmity is not only yours alone, Yama, every one of our ghosts who have lost their loved ones is always ready, in order to overthrow the old line, there is no hesitation!"

Purple Butterfly waved her scythe at Luoyang, Luoyang didn't shoot because she cared about, she shot because she cared about, fighting with Luoyang was the best way to protect herself, she could die, but she couldn't die in vain, she had to shoot a few arrows and cut a few knives on the rotten giant beast before she died.

The afterimage dispersed like smoke, Luoyang raised his hand to knock the girl unconscious, holding the heavenly sword, it was difficult to calm his mind,

If there is no conservative lineage, if there is no battle in the Two Realms Mountain, maybe now Hao Li has lived happily with Zidie, and Mo Qi has become a teacher like the master as he wished, Xiao Ying'er will not cry, and the dozens of families that fell that night may have been revived......

It's a pity that there is no if, Hao Li and Zi Butterfly are separated from life and death, separated by the farthest distance in the world, Mo Qi's book was burned to ashes, and the pen was stained with blood, Xiao Ying'er struggled in the dark, and the dozens of families were also destroyed under Mingjun's knife, and the bones were not cold!

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

There was no need for the sound of war drums, Xiao Fan's last charge echoed in Luoyang's ears, and Luoyang couldn't help but open his mouth to respond.

The sound fell, the black-clothed Luoyang scattered into the divine soul, red flashed in his eyes, countless angry qi was added between his eyebrows, and the killing intent was like a bloody wind and rain, and the momentum of the heavenly sword that broke everything swept in all directions.

The soup bowl in Meng Po's hand shook slightly, splashed out a little soup, the corners of her mouth were slightly hooked, and at that moment there was no trace of time scribbling on her face, "Hehe, the baby has grown up, and there is hope for the future......"

The flowers on the other side were dazzling, the apostles rushed to Luoyang in silence, all kinds of remnants were broken back and forth, instantaneous shadow step to instantaneous shadow step, one person and one sword to three hundred apostles, the hazy black fog rose and fell, always unable to hide the bright sword light, the apostles fell one by one, and this killing was only the beginning.

Judgment of sin with a sword to suppress the underworld, who will live if they disobey the ghosts?