The sword moves, like the moon passing in the sky, and the sky is north and south.

The dim sky was sliced open, and before the ghost could marvel at the swift sword, a strange purple rhyme bloomed in the distant sky.

The light was cold and ethereal, dyeing the heavy clouds and flying snow purple, and the wind howl mixed with the snow sounded extremely harsh.

The ghosts of the thirty-six counties who were watching the battle shuddered intuitively, and they all looked at those top ones.

The Demon Emperor chuckled, flicked his fingers, and the purple rhyme that filled the sky dispersed, and a few gray rays of light fell, and the creatures in the snow field were a little blurred.

Seven-foot in shape, with bloodless skin, arms hanging down, holding two slender evil knives with ghostly faces, blood-red hair, head down, lifeless, like a puppet being manipulated.

The endless wind and snow stopped, and the strange spirit raised its head, and a dazzling aura rose into the air, causing the Fifth Prison to tremble wildly.

The young patriarch unconsciously left five fingerprints on the armrest, she has grown to this point, she can actually control the Da Luo-level spirit!

Last time tens of millions of people were sacrificed, what about this time?

The wind is blowing, and it looks like the sky is about to change again......

Donghuangmu retracted his gaze in the sky, looked at the sword cultivator who was blocked by the sea of fire with interest, and was very satisfied with Luoyang's eyes now, his palm stroked, and the vicissitudes of life on his wrist shone brightly, evoking the boundary gate leading to the demon clan.

"It's almost time, Luoyang, if you can survive, let's not talk about the sword goodbye......"

Watching the demon clan return to the demon world, the demon emperor proudly hooked the corners of his mouth, glanced at the panicked Tuohu, leaned on the back of the chair, and was comfortable.

This strange spirit cultivation is not high among the cultivators of Daluo, but it is just right to destroy this hell and kill Luoyang.

"It seems that our bet has been decided, so let's make an appointment. ”

The young patriarch looked at the Demon Emperor, and before he could speak, he was preempted by the Jade Emperor.

"Hehe, this is just the beginning, Donghuang Chi, watch it patiently, the show has just begun. ”

The Eastern Emperor raised his brows lightly, and the Jade Emperor's smile was full of pride, making him a little unconfident.

The Emperor of the Six Realms, the Jade Emperor is unique, of course, an old immortal like the Young Patriarch is not counted in these statistics, after all, there are several generations behind, and there is no comparison.

"Everyone is here, just stay!"

There was a soft cry in the projection, and the picture of Donghuangmu falling in a pool of blood appeared in the bottom of his heart, the Demon Emperor raised his eyebrows slightly, tilted his head and looked at the fourth prison, Luoyang had already slowly raised the Heavenly Sword, and Donghuangmu, who stepped into the boundary gate with one foot, was unaware of it!

"Little ......"

"Silence!"

Seeing that the Demon Emperor had the heart to remind, the young patriarch bent his fingers and flicked, the sword shadow flashed in the air, and all the strong people tilted their heads at the same time, perceiving the obscure and mysterious Zen machine in the sword light.

Almost at the same time, the Heavenly Sword slashed down the void, and Luoyang lightly pulled a sword flower, strode towards the ominous place, and did not look back again.

Jian Xiu is the most confident in his sword, especially the sword that he uses most comfortably.

A sword will judge sin, and there is no distinction between good and evil.

Yama told you to die for the third watch, who can keep you until the fifth watch.

The Demon Emperor had red eyes, compared to the three clans of gods and demons, the birth of the demon clan has always been difficult, especially the demon clan with strong blood, almost every time the descendants reproduce need the support of countless luck, Jin Crow, as a royal family, is even more than others.

Luoyang didn't kill the golden crow, but the luck of his demon clan!

"Mixed ......"

"Silence!"

The young patriarch repeated his old skills, not caring about the Demon Emperor's angry and corrupt face, leaning back on the back of the chair, chuckling and smiling like an unusually sharp invisible fairy sword, constantly stabbing the Demon Emperor's heart.

"Kunlun ......"

The Demon Emperor clenched his fists, glanced at Tuohu, and looked at Luoyang in the fourth prison again, expecting something.

The flying snow gradually covered the two rows of footprints on the snow, and a hazy light flashed outside Luoyang's body, and the snow near his body was annihilated.

The wind lifted the white veil, and the emaciated and burly figure gradually became clear.

Nine-foot figure, decorated with various strange patterns, with a scarlet scarf around his neck, and a mask with the color of the surprise pattern polished by the First World War.

His slender arms hung down at his knees, and the two long knives he held were black and white, shining with streamers, easily cutting off a few pieces of flying snow that had danced inadvertently.

"Hoo ......"

The strange spirit exhaled a breath of white air, and those slightly narrowed eyes opened, flashing with scarlet brilliance, as if it was an abyss, and it was easy to indulge in it if the mind was not strong.

Luoyang held the Heavenly Sword and stopped his steps, he could sense the strength of the alien spirit, and his sword was very sharp.

"Luo ...... Luoyang is right, I have admired the name for a long time. ”

The voice of the strange spirit really came into Luoyang's ears, and the footprints that remained unchanged suddenly became confused, exposing the young man's fright.

Another strange spirit that can speak, this is the third.

"It seems like you're surprised, you don't know much about us, but we know you pretty well......"

The strange spirit continued, striding towards Luoyang, the steps were very large, and the distance gradually shortened, until there were only a few steps left, and the purple and white streamers collided together.

Luoyang struggled to block the two endlessly sharp knives, staring at the faces of the strange spirits, the scenery on both sides continued to recede, and the power from the heavenly sword was like layers of huge waves, at a certain moment, Luoyang's arm could no longer withstand such a great force, and bent into a very strange arc.

The Heavenly Sword came out of his hand, spun and fell, and the light and cold forced the alien spirit back.

"What a strong sword, Luoyang, your luck is unparalleled in the Six Realms, do you know where it came from?"

Luoyang calmly connected the broken bones, reached out and held the buzzing heavenly sword, ignored the strange spirit's inquiry, and raised the sword to attack again.

The sword is traceless, and the shadow is in pairs.

There are two sword lights, and there are also two knives of alien spirits, and the sharp sword light is followed by countless points of light, and it is swallowed by the wind and snow in less than an instant.

The alien spirit disappeared, Luoyang's eyes moved, and before he could find the location of the alien spirit, the heavenly sword came out of his hand to block Luoyang's back.

The swords intersected, the strong streamer penetrated the thick clouds, the snow in the mountains stopped, Luoyang fell in the snow, his eyes were a little blank, staring at the crimson snow, and once again perceiving the breath of death.

"There is a yin and yang willingness, and you can have such luck because they have given up a lot of ...... for you."

The voice of the strange spirit was cold, colder than this bitter cold wind, and the twin swords fell again, slashing heavily on the heavenly sword, and the strong wind dispersed, destroying the solid mountain and blasting the surrounding area into a deep pit.

Luoyang flew high and fell heavily into the pit, his clothes were not decent, he could only barely cover his body, his left arm and left leg were twisted into a strange arc, the sword wound under his ribs seemed to be more serious, black blood flowed out, and the smell was unusually pungent.

"These two knives are the greetings of the Lord to you, and the Lord said that there is another you, and you hand him over, and the other two knives are the ones that the master asked me to give to him!"

The strange spirit stood calmly in front of Luoyang, with endless wind and snow behind him, and his figure looked very tall, like a lonely peak like a cloud.

Luoyang struggled to get up, sighed at the cold, picked up the broken bones of his hands and feet like no one else, and the dim Moyan beat lightly, repairing all the injuries.

"Who is your master, have we met?"

"Yes, you may have forgotten the existence of the master, but we will never forget you, you have failed us!"

The knife of the alien spirit quickly woke up the black-clothed Luoyang who was sitting cross-legged, and the bright moon released layers of bright light, and Luoyang urged the heavenly sword to slash down in the air, and the sword that was wrapped in the fireworks of the world collided with the murderous history.

The Heavenly Sword flew up again, and the strange spirit detective grabbed Luoyang's neck, and those cold eyes approached Luoyang, whispering, and saying familiar names one by one.

"Mo Qi, Hao Li......"

The fiery morning sun shines through the thin morning mist, and the birds of the empty mountains and the insects chirp one after another, interpreting the most beautiful tune in the world.

The seven people dressed in black and with black faces walked quietly into the mountains, their steps quiet, as if they did not exist, except for a few wisps of clouds and mist, they did not affect anything around.

The fiery red light turned golden, the thin mist dissipated, and the black-clothed man led by him stopped, looked at the verdant Wugu Mountain, and took out the talisman.

"Alliance leader, we have arrived at the designated location and are about to start exploring, if the communication cycle changes, please be more careful!"

Xuan Wudao put his hand into the chess urn, rolled the round chess pieces that were interlaced with black and white, squinted his eyes, and replied softly: "Don't force it, I need you to live more than the secrets in the mountains!"

Jin Jiuling nodded, strode forward, his handprint changed, and his eyes shone with golden light.

The mountains and forests are quiet, and like the endless years of the past, Jin Jiuling walked cautiously in the front, and the rest of the team members groped cautiously, and the seven footprints perfectly coincided together.

Brushing aside the tangled green vines, Jin Jiuling stepped into Wugu Mountain, slowly leaning down, the clothes on his body turned green, and the surrounding grass blended perfectly.

"Alliance Leader, we entered Wugu Mountain and found no changes. ”

"Keep going!"

Jin Jiuling nodded, looked at the brother who entrusted his back, and slowly climbed forward, staring at the cold light near the foot of the mountain, and his breathing became cautious.

"Big brother, it's definitely an evil cultivator, more than one ......"

The black-clothed man beside Jin Jiuling spoke softly, the light in his eyes was thick and shallow, and the scene of hundreds of steps was in full view, and the evil cultivation posts that seemed to be scattered everywhere but could take care of each other could be seen clearly.

Jin Jiuling fell silent, closed his eyes, and the map of Wugu Mountain floated in the bottom of his heart.

"Let's try ...... in a different direction"

The order was forbidden, and the seven brothers retreated silently, and the green snake on the branch swallowed the snake letter, maintaining a relaxed posture, and it seemed that the seven people who were walking by the snake did not seem to be noticed at all.

The shadow of the tree moved slightly, and Jin Jiuling and the others withdrew from the mountains and forests before and after, quickly moving away from Wugu Mountain, and breaking the boundary at the last moment of the agreed deadline.

"Alliance leader, we have checked all the directions up the mountain, the eight directions are closed in seven directions, there are prohibitions in the underground air, only the northwest is silent, no one guards and there is no prohibition, there is no difference from ordinary mountains and forests. ”

Xuan Wudao nodded to Zhuge Ling, who sketched on the map of Wugu Mountain, without comparing the direction of all the posts.

The message of the present is not eternal, and tomorrow may be vacant in the northeast.

Zhuge Ling looked at the map and was silent for a long time, sighed, lowered his head weakly, and said, "Bring them back, we can't go over without being discovered, we can only wait, now is not the best time." ”