Dan Dao originated from the ancient Shennong clan, with the passage of time gradually developed and expanded, in the countless pharmacopoeias that have been circulated throughout the ages, most of them are life-saving pills, but they are mostly fatal poisons to gods, demons and demons.

Dan Yuzi not only has the absolute certainty of completely poisoning Qianlingzi, but also begins to consider how to take the opportunity to kill Ou Que, obtain the divine sword alone, sit on Kunlun, and wait for the time to seek the entire world......

"We've got to change our plans, and you don't want to live under people, do you?"

Ou Que helped up the stone chair behind him, sighed and slumped on the back of the chair, his voice was a little weak, his qualifications were not necessarily poor, he needed time to grow but did not have time to grow.

"Perhaps, we can try to unite the Immortal League, no matter whether the master of Kunlun is a young ancestor or a thousand spirits, they can't change the fundamental conflict between the two different ways, and the Immortal Alliance will never let Kunlun Mountain open to the world. ”

Dan Yuzi said softly, looking like he was anxious to go to the doctor when he was sick, but in fact he was full of anticipation, he didn't mind the entry of the Immortal League, for him, the more chaotic the situation, the better it would be for him.

Dan Shi has never been good at fighting alone.

"Well, that's fine, I'll go to the Immortal League immediately, and strive to come back before the incident in Kunlun Mountain, so as not to make Qian Lingzi suspicious. ”

With a slight groan, Ou Fei got up and walked towards the teleportation array, walking in such a hurry that he even forgot to return the stone chair to its original position.

"It's up to you, go and get back quickly. ”

Niwako restored the stone chair, and after the teleportation light fell, he proudly put his feet on the stone table, covered his face with his big sleeves, and laughed loudly, and the ambition deeply rooted in his heart began to take root.

Danling Peak Lord, Divine Sword Lord, Kunlun Sect, Human Emperor......

Inside Qianling Peak, Dan Yuzi laughed wildly, and outside Qianling Peak, Ou Yu looked at the light and shadow between the secret rooms projected by the jade rune and sneered silently.

The secret room was built by Qianlingzi, but the formation was laid out by him, and he knew everything in Qianlingfeng, whether it was the Suoling altar in the depths of the mountain or the elixir hidden by Dan Yuzi in the secret room.

Chireiko and Niwako have no secrets in front of him at all!

Putting away the jade talisman, Ou Fei turned around and walked towards the eastern border of Daqi, Dan Yuzi was right, the Immortal Alliance was indeed a very useful weapon, and with the presence of Dan Yuzi, Ou Fei was not worried that Fang Bu would refuse to cooperate.

The hatred of the family is ruined, can it be let go?

At the top of Yuanchen Peak, Chang Ming tore his shirt silently, jumped slightly, waved his arms, moved his shoulders, twisted his waist and hips, and his muscles and bones sounded like a burst of firecrackers exploding outside Ziwei Palace.

"Brother, leave this old immortal to me, don't worry, only I can stop others in this world, no one can stop me!"

Chang Ming smiled heroically, raised his fists and hugged the fight, staring at Qian Lingzi from afar.

Luoyang nodded, turned around and walked towards Ling Qiwei, the sword blade pointed obliquely at the earth, the white clothes fluttering, and the momentum was overwhelming.

Qian Lingzi looked at Chang Ming, smiled disdainfully, and as soon as his heart moved, Ling Qiwei jumped towards Luoyang, and his palm slashed down, and the twelve immortal swords fell from the ten directions at the same time.

"Broken Yue!"

Chang Ming's right fist suddenly swung out, and the majestic energy rolled up the surrounding grass, trees, bricks and stones, the fist was dazzling, the fist name was broken, and the fist could be broken.

Qian Lingzi chuckled and took out a long sword, and his figure appeared behind Chang Ming in a flash, only to see that a sword was cut out of thin air, but a sword shadow was born out of thin air, and the invisible sword qi crisscrossed and crisscrossed, and there was no way to check it.

The noisy Jin Ge staggered sound sounded, and Luo Yang waved Sauvignon Blanc delicately to pick up the twelve immortal swords that were close to him, and the scabbard swept away, cutting Ling Qiwei back directly.

The palace skirt fluttered, and the green bricks under the feet of the Yiren were broken again and again, and it took eight or nine steps to stabilize the body, and the bare hands were twisted, and the bones and tendons were broken.

Sensing the roar of the sword qi behind him, Chang Ming turned around and swept out a punch, and his strength was like a monstrous wave, and the endless sword qi was annihilated in an instant.

Qian Lingzi dodged and retreated, her mind changed, and Ling Qiwei rushed to Luoyang again.

After this battle, the identity of the stinging bird has been exposed, since the poisonous Gu has been laid down and Xue Qingrou is dead, this chess piece is of little use.

The afterimage of the white-clothed sword was smashed by the girl's palm, and Luoyang appeared behind Ling Qiwei like a ghost, from the sheath, and before Qian Lingzi could react, he had already drawn his sword and slashed it.

Two figures, one black and one white, staggered by, the sword qi was dense in the air, Ling Qiwei was rolled up high, and fell into the Ziwei Palace, covered with sword marks, and the tendons and tendons were all broken.

Qian Lingzi frowned, summoned Changtian and the other twelve immortal swords to his side, and looked at Chang Ming who raised his fist and hugged the frame from afar, and collected the sword again and returned to Luoyang.

"Spicy hands destroy flowers, such a ruthless boy. ”

Luoyang closed his eyes in silence, raised his sword sideways, the red light on his body dissipated abruptly like a flame, and all the energy around his body converged inward.

"It's ridiculous that a mortal cultivator wants to kill me with a sword drawing technique!" Qian Lingzi disdained it, but his actions were not to be left behind, swinging his sword to strike first, not wanting to give Luoyang a chance to gain momentum.

The sword qi fell, and the three thousand blood lotus burst into the air, and the scattered sword qi instantly activated the formation outside the Ziwei Palace, and the neon was dazzling, and the dust storm generated by the two phases instantly covered the entire Ziwei Palace.

Countless golden streamers appeared and disappeared in the dust, and the red points of light that appeared and disappeared were annihilated one by one.

Chang Ming grinned, his constantly waving fist was slightly sluggish, he retreated and gathered momentum, and the moment the heavy fist burst out, a golden dragon soared into the sky, the dragon's chant echoed above the nine skies, the ashes were scattered, and the red lotus everywhere it passed was like the ice and snow melting silently in spring.

"Pure Land!"

Red Lotus's sword failed to hurt the enemy, and Qian Lingzi slashed out a sword again.

The deep sword light fell out of thin air, mighty, deep like a dead night, obscuring most of the sky, and there was a faint sound of ghosts crying.

Chang Ming wanted to avoid it, but he thought of Luoyang behind him, and when he looked back, endless golden light was faintly gathered on the Sauvignon Blanc, and the sharp sword momentum was gradually converging.

"Broken!"

Chang Ming, who couldn't dodge, roared forward with a low roar, carrying the invisible sword qi around him to strangle, reaching out and grabbing the deep and terrifying night, and stubbornly blocked Qian Lingzi's attack ten steps in front of Luoyang.

"Are you planning to rely on the sword drawing technique of a mortal monk to turn defeat into victory? Chang Ming, don't blame people for saying that you have no brains, now it seems that you are really stupid!"

Qian Lingzi chuckled disdainfully, and with a wave of his sword, the twelve immortal swords beside him slashed into the air, and the twelve layers of night fell into the sky, bending Chang Ming over......

Chang Ming roared and tore apart the night in front of him, took a few steps back, gasping for breath, his body trembling, but his voice was extremely firm.

"Brother, don't worry, my brother never brags, there is nothing in this world that I can't stop, whether he is a human or a ghost. ”

If Luoyang has not heard of it, the golden sword on the Sauvignon Blanc gradually turns red, like a plum, like a peony.

Qian Lingzi took out the thirty-six fairy swords with great interest, and the sword pointed at the void, and the thirty-six fairy swords fell back and forth, and the night curtain melted into a night sky, and it was heavily pressed.

Chang Ming's body sank suddenly, and his knees sank into the ground but he still stood firmly.