The human race teaches the law of heaven and earth, and the Tuluo book of the river is full of stars and creates formations.

There are no wonders in this world, and there are no strange formations.

For example, this night, the clouds and falling stars and the oblique moon array, as the door protection array on the nineteenth floor of the falling stars, it is not comparable to Kunlun's Nine Extremes and Seven Killing Spirit Sword Arrays, although it does not have the slightest lethality, it can change the time of the day, cover the qi, confuse the ten directions, and turn the world upside down.

The rain and fog filled the mountains, the formation opened, and every place in the four places was similar, even if the divine sense looked at it, it was impossible to distinguish the difference, so that this continuous mountain became the most perfect stage for the assassins.

A few shocks broke through the dark night, and the crimson fog that swirled around temporarily dispersed, and the rain of arrows fell, with a piercing explosion.

Ignoring all of this, Chang Ming strode forward, clenched his fists, and occasionally blasted a blow to kill the imminent assassin.

The first wave of the offensive was defeated, and the sound of fighting gradually calmed down, and the vague killing machine lingered in the silent night.

Luoyang quietly followed behind Chang Ming, quietly observing the surroundings, watching the enemies who launched another attack fall one after another under the pair of iron fists.

Kill the Storm!

The Tsing Yi assassin escaped from the ground, holding the dagger upside down, and stabbed heavily behind Chang Ming's back, the golden brilliance flashed, and the flesh was stronger than copper and iron, and the dagger was pierced with a crisp sound of Jin Ge colliding.

"Die!"

Chang Ming grabbed the assassin's head with his hand, and with a wail, he poured the assassin heavily on the ground, shook his bright red palm, and looked at the dead silence around, looking very worried, almost opening his mouth to shout but helpless.

Chang Ming lingered in place for a long time, and then casually looked for a direction and stepped forward again, Luoyang approached the mist, looked at the tragic appearance of the assassin, and continued to follow Chang Ming.

The two of them didn't go far one after the other, their beards and hair were white, and the assassin with a bitter body burst out of the night, and the dagger slashed, forcing Chang Ming to take a few steps back, cautiously guarding the vital point, staring at the old assassin.

This dagger is not a spiritual treasure, but Fang Cai's blow Chang Ming thought he couldn't stop it.

"Always in charge, you and I have always been well water and do not interfere with river water, if it recedes at this moment, I can treat it as if you did not come, and I can not care about the lives of more than 30 assassins under you. ”

The assassin's voice revealed that it was old, low, and had a slight sense of indisobedience, Chang Ming pursed his lips disdainfully, shook his palm, and without saying a word, stepped forward and threw a punch, taking the first step to attack.

The punch sent up a large cloud of mist, and a white wave lined up at the assassin, who vanished into thin air, and the flat blue bricks scattered in all directions, several of which were deeply embedded in the wooden door.

Silence all around, Chang Ming lowered his head, blocked half of his face behind his fists, and carefully moved his steps, looking at the same void.

Luoyang squinted, his gaze fell on Chang Ming, speculating on his thoughts.

This assassin may be there or not, the enemy is dark and I am clear, and the only one who continues to suffer is himself, at this time, he can see the face of Lushan.

"Broken Yue!"

The same low roar, the same heavy punch, the white mist temporarily dispersed, Chang Ming's footsteps were very heavy, constantly running wildly, constantly punching in the possible direction, the fist speed became faster and faster, and each punch had the sound of wind and thunder.

The Assassin didn't seem to see it, and remained calm and unobtrusive, as if he didn't care about Chang Ming's movements.

Something went wrong, and sure enough, Luoyang carefully stared at the movement in the clouds, and a dagger appeared silently in the clouds, hanging quietly in mid-air, waiting for Chang Ming to collide with him.

"Keep your head down!"

Luoyang couldn't be sure of Chang Ming's identity, but he dared not gamble, and hurriedly opened his mouth and roared.

Hearing the sound, Chang Ming raised his fist to protect his neck, bowed his head and waist, curled up together, and rolled forward for a few steps before he could stop.

The clouds didn't move, and before Chang Ming could get up, the assassin's dagger fell heavily.

There is no way to dodge, there is no way to avoid it, he raised his fist to the ground, withdrew a few steps with his strength, avoided the blade dangerously, kicked his legs, and stirred the pillar.

The assassin retreated freely, and the next moment he appeared beside Luoyang, glancing at Chang Ming who was chasing after him, and his figure disappeared again.

Luoyang nodded to Chang Ming, the two tacitly agreed to guard one side, slowly approached, back to back at the moment, Chang Ming raised the corners of his mouth, his shoulders exerted force, and several flying needles shot into Luoyang's body through his clothes.

"You ......"

Luoyang came back to his senses, looked at Chang Ming, and fell to the ground weakly, breathing steadily, his face crawling with pitch-black lines.

"Uncle Kunlun?"

Chang Ming took off his mask, revealing his face with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks, his eyes were frowning, and he smiled smugly, and shot a few flying needles towards Luoyang's chest again, and after confirming that everything was safe, he carried Luoyang towards the old assassin.

"Your Excellency, mission accomplished. ”

"Good!"

The old assassin nodded, put away his dagger, and walked into the mist, following closely behind him, the old man and the young man turned around and walked up to the top of the mountain, stopping outside the deep cave.

"Landlord, the task is complete, Luoyang is here again. ”

The lights were lit up in the cave, and the sound of light footsteps was gradually approaching, and the girl walked out of the cave, dressed in white, with a white veil on her face, looked down at Luoyang a few times, and said coldly: "Stupid, how can you bring him here?"

The old assassin knelt down in a hurry and said softly: "Back to the Lord, he has been hit by the Crazy Flower Ecstasy Needle in my building, and it is impossible to wake up in the Nine Days." ”

"Then cut off his head for me immediately, and send it to Kunlun tomorrow at some time. ”

"Yes!"

Fake Chang Ming put down Luoyang, turned over and took out a long knife, before it could be cut off, the incomparably strong sword intent fluttered up, the old assassin screamed and took out the dagger, but failed to cut it off, the sword light was shining, and the dome was shocked by rolling thunder.

The crimson color splashed on the mountain wall, and he let out a low roar, swallowing the elixir that had been prepared in the morning, and the blade in his hand was not waiting to fall, and was cut through by the heavenly sword.

"Listen to thunder and convict crimes, what a powerful swordsmanship!"

The girl did not hide her praise, her hands patted lightly, and a pair of red eyes lit up in the dark night, and in an instant, the assassins of the entire Falling Star Tower attacked at the same time.

The talisman formation fell at the same time, and the girl stood quietly in place, her eyes did not move, she glanced at the shadow on her side, and flew back, avoiding the Heavenly Sword.

"Kill him!"

The closed Starfall Slanting Moon Formation was opened again, and the assassin rushed towards Luoyang desperately, the sword light was chaotic, and the girl in white quietly disappeared into the cave.

The shadow of the tree moved slightly, and Luo Yang pulled out his long sword in the heart of the last assassin of the Falling Star Tower, lightly pulled the sword flower, watched the dense fog disperse, glanced at the rubble formed by the nineteenth floor, and turned to approach the cave.

The cave was silent, with a rancid smell, Luoyang slowly followed the dim light, looked around, and inspected the possible dark grid through the black and white vision.

After exhausting the cave, Luoyang swung his sword and slashed through the mountain wall in front of him, brushed his sleeves to disperse the surrounding dust and strode into the dark grid.

There was darkness in the dark grid, Luoyang walked into the moment, and the surrounding lights were lit up layer by layer, and the dark white light fell on the bones on both sides, and there were strange whispers hovering around.

At the end of the bone path stands a bronze altar, the front is carved with mountains, rivers and plants, the sun, the moon and the stars, above this is a three-legged golden crow, fluttering its wings and flying, the body is carved with the lines of the sun and the true fire, with a golden glow, and the wisps of temperature make Luoyang recall the past in the ghost vine forest.

The girl in white knelt in front of the altar, her handprints changed, as if she was completing some kind of inexplicable spell, her long black hair gradually turned white, and her long black hair turned white, and she turned into dry bones.

"Eastern Emperor Fangshuo ......"

Luo Yang glanced at the dry bone that kept his kneeling posture, chanted the name of the old golden crow, lifted the heavenly sword, and slashed towards the altar.

After the sword, the high platform toppled over, revealing a bronze and iron puppet with a graceful figure engraved with the eight characters of birth.

"Three quarters on the fifth day of August in the year of Xin Chou......"

Luoyang muttered softly, reached out and took the note, looked at the back of the note, and sure enough, the name of the owner of the eight-character birth date was written on it.

"Gong Yuwei!"

The Heavenly Sword hummed softly, responding to Luoyang's unsettled heart.

Sacrifice on the altar of living beings, under the altar to get a favor, this may or may not be a secret, at least all the luck of the girl has been given to Gong Yuwei!

The lights went out, and it was deep and quiet, Luoyang stood in place, thinking for a long, long time, and finally raised his head, pressed everything in his heart, took out the ghost face of Yama, and summoned the six cases of Gong Cao.

"Is there still a living mouth in the Falling Star Tower?"

The mourning old Gong Cao bowed slightly, looked around, and said, "There is no longer a living mouth!"

Luoyang frowned, thought for a while, and then asked, "Where did the Falling Star Tower come from, how long has this altar been here, and who is the beneficiary?"

"The Falling Star Tower originated three thousand years ago, and the people behind it can not be investigated, but there are similar forces to Kunlun involved, and the forces are not exquisite, and it is said that they are good at using fireworks, and they are at the peak of the fire. ”

"As for the altar, it seems that it is less than a thousand years old, and the beneficiaries have changed several times, but the most recent beneficiary has not changed, that is, the owner of the characters on the puppet. ”

Luoyang clenched his fists, flustered for no reason in his heart, waved his hand, waited for the six cases to leave, and then carefully investigated the surrounding boys, and found a strip of cloth among the dry bones, feeling familiar.

When the sword light swayed, a person escaped from the ruins, and it was the girl in white.

"You have seen all the Luoyang you want to see, I don't know when to help me rebuild the Falling Star Tower?"

"Next life!"

The voice fell, the true fire of the sun fell on the girl, and the strong Sanhua failed to resist for a moment and disappeared, and the soul of the girl was scattered together, and there was no day of rebirth.

"I'm sorry, Master Mei, I just got this rotten shell, and I can't really control my own power, I originally wanted to let you into reincarnation, but I didn't want to ......"

"Hey, I can't help myself, but don't worry, I will take good care of my sister, doesn't she like Luoyang?

The short cultivator in a black robe and hooded muttered softly to himself, his divine sense swept over the vicinity, and after making sure that he didn't leave the slightest clue, he turned around and disappeared into the void, looking in the same direction as Luoyang, all of them were running towards Kunlun Mountain!