The black clouds are overwhelmed, the sails are fierce, and although there are many heroes, they all have the idea that they have nothing to do with themselves, and they would rather be caught there than no one resists.

Sighing that the world was hot and cold, the old monk closed his cloudy eyes and held the Buddha beads tightly.

Choose to decide the number of fate, the number of calamities is predetermined, his time is running out, if he can't watch his apprentice survive this calamity, he will not die!

The warrior monk made five fingerprints on the rock-solid bronze stick, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and hid the pair of dancing golden eyes.

"Luoyang, Luoyang, you give me faster, otherwise I will peel your skin if the little junior brother has three long and two short!"

At this time, Luoyang was trapped in the array, the golden light was shining, it was difficult to distinguish the ten directions, and the only flaw kept changing directions, and there was no law.

Luoyang clenched the Heavenly Sword and tentatively slashed out towards a prescription position, and the plain white sword light slashed through the ink marks and fell into the mirrors in all directions.

The golden light is dim, and the flying swords in ten directions are used to return the way of the other.

Luoyang drew his sword to parry, and the sword lotus and the flying sword bloomed at the same time, exploding a little aurora.

"Ten Directions Hanging Shadow Array...... Since one sword can't be hit, then a thousand swords are good!"

At the thought of it, a thousand lotuses bloomed.

Ming Yao's sword light fell in all the possible directions of the ink marks, and the sloppy old man narrowed his eyes, urging the array to change its direction, and after dodging most of the sword light, he was hit head-on by a hidden sword, and the momentum of the magic array was self-defeating, scattering into a sky of streamers.

"Good boy, it seems that the formation book is really in Kunlun Mountain, the formation can't trap you, but it can drag you down, it's better for you not to get involved in that matter, kill people to pay for your life, pay off debts, this is a matter of course, stop it." ”

The stones fell, the void rose again, Luoyang squinted his eyes, and urged the Heavenly Sword with all his strength, intending to rush over when the formation was slightly rising.

The yin wind roared, the smoke clouds rolled, and the dragon turned into nine black dragons, with scales and claws flying, and the body was half hidden in the sea of clouds, looking up to the sky and roaring, spitting sewage and purple electricity.

The smell of fishy smell swept around, causing the immortal demon Yan to beat wildly, and the thunder was rampant, Luoyang dexterously wandered between the thunder, squinting to find the formation eye, locking a void, and breaking the tide with a sword.

The scruffy old man took a deep breath, suppressed the frustration in his heart, and lifted a stone again and dropped it behind the chessboard.

Xianzhou and Kunlun always have to make a choice, if they abandon Xianzhou and make a successful plan, if they give up Kunlun, they can take the opportunity to kill this generation of disciples, and then spend the price to re-plan the book of heaven in the hands of the kitchen god.

The journey back to Xianzhou was smoother than expected, but Luoyang's heart sank little by little, and the sword flying over the mountains and rivers paused for a moment, and then went straight to Xianzhou.

On the immortal boat, the ink cloud was pressed very bottom, the old man's eyes were gloomy, he picked up the collar of the lingyu, swept the eyebrows of the young man with the sword, and said: "The Buddhist family has an allusion to cutting meat and feeding the eagle, as long as you stab him, I will let you go." ”

The white bone chain slowly disappeared into the void, the emaciated man turned around and landed, staring at the monk sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, and resolutely pulled out the sword.

Lingshan is a holy place where the vast majority of people can only look up for a lifetime, and now that the arrow is on the string, there is not much difference between slashing a knife in an innocuous place and stabbing a sword in a fatal point.

is always going to be targeted by Lingshan, it is better to kill Lingyu completely, change his reputation and vote to Wutian Sect, maybe he can get some rewards......

The blade of the sword passed through the chest, the energy was surging, and the spiritual power that protected the internal organs was mostly dispersed, Lingyu narrowed her eyes, the corners of her lips slowly dripped bright red, and she watched the other sword coming straight towards the center of her eyebrows.

The young man with the sword was smiling on the side, quietly urging the talisman to escape, everyone present wanted to kill Lingyu, the end of falling and splitting the corpse was doomed, Lingyu would definitely die, and there was no need for him to stay here.

As for Luoyang, relying on the sanctimonious appearance of his ancestors, he was lucky, and he didn't know what conspiracy he used to kill Qu Yang and show off, but he didn't tell fortunes here, otherwise he would have been like a Lingyu monk, tortured in every way, and died!

"Stop!"

Hurried footsteps across the stairs, Xiao Yezi and An Ning rushed back and forth to the ship's plank, the dancing flame hand grasped the sword that was enough to kill him, An Ning smiled at Lingyu, his arm swayed, and knocked away the sturdy high-roller who raised the dagger again.

"You're coming for me, let him go, I'll go with you!"

Xiao Yezi stepped forward, squinted his apricot eyes, raised his head arrogantly, stared at the old man with an abominable face, clenched his fists tightly, and wanted to punch him in the face, but he didn't have that ability.

"You don't have the capital to bargain, and the rest, if you don't do it, do you want to die?"

Lao Dao narrowed his eyes, the ink cloud rolled up the ship's board, and the two or three cultivators near the side of the ship instantly turned into white bones, and the heart-rending shouts made people's scalps tingle, erasing all conscience and hesitation.

"Kill, Kyushu Smoke and Rain!"

"Light clouds and wind!"

"Butterfly Dance!"

......

The shouting of killing was endless, Lingyu smiled at An Ning, reluctantly got up, knocked him out of the battle circle, raised his palms on his chest, and calmly faced the high-rollers of the ten directions, let him rain and thunder, I was at ease.

The sword light swept through the void, causing the wind and clouds to change abruptly, and the bright sword arc rose into the air, like a yellow dragon spitting cui, shaking the heroes of the Quartet back.

Luoyang raised his hand to protect the Lingyu behind him, stood with his sword in hand, and stepped on it in white.

"I'm not late, am I?"

"It's good to come, it's good to come......"

Lingyu smiled relievedly, sat down cross-legged, and healed peacefully, not in the accident world.

With this sword around him, it is better than the eight sects of the Guardians, although there are a group of heroes around, but this sword is not suitable for the gods and demons in front of the three feet of cultivation, so what can I do?

"Old bastard, I don't have much time, look at the sword!"

Luoyang was worried about the situation on Gu Chen's side, and did not want to delay, so he raised his sword and rushed to the old road, if this thief did not die, the situation of these two difficulties would not be broken.

"Hehehe, Uncle Kunlun is here, Lao Dao doesn't want to compete with you, there will be a period later, we will always meet again." ”

The heavenly sword slashed, the ink cloud dissipated, and Fang Cai's strange danger was as if it had never been before, the sky was blue and the clouds were light, and everything was fine.

"You come with me!"

Luoyang probe pulled up the spirit jade, the sword took off, An Ning rolled his eyes, stepped forward to pick up the small leaf, flew up in the sky, and drew a red line of fire in the air.

"Wooden Daoman, are you guilty?"

Seeing that Xianzhou was relieved, the sloppy old man was unwilling to withdraw all preparations for Gu Chen.

Just like the starlight blocked by Haoyue, if there is no Luoyang, the brightest star when Kunlun reopens the mountain gate should be Gu Chen.

He is really no worse than Luoyang, even if Luoyang kills Quyang.

"Hehe, what's the sin of the old way? I joined the Divine Cult just to live, if I die, what will I do if I join the Divine Cult? Find a random deep mountain and old forest, prepare good wine and food, wait for it, and be incognito, being yelled at all day long, is it worth it?"

"Hmph, you're so self-conscious!"

The sloppy old man narrowed his eyes and crushed the stones into powder, the Mudao people are not one, they are the epitome of most evil cultivators, they live cautiously, and the grass and trees are soldiers, so they can't move.

The wooden road man leisurely found a flat mountain rock, stretched his waist, and felt uncomfortable no matter how he lay down.

Is it that the rocks are hard or soft?

Mu Daoren couldn't give an answer for a long time, but he knew that in the past, he could lie on this stone for a long time, looking at the clouds and clouds, and thinking about the past.