Long Han, Chi Ming, Shang Huang, Kai Huang, and Yan Kang are the five tribulations of the three calamities and five tribulations that Da Luo cultivators have experienced.

Tang Mohan is not the sky, he doesn't have that kind of great power, but the simulated calamity skillfully borrows the five types of aura of wind, fire, thunder, water, and earth, with the power of reversing the five elements, which is not as good as the orthodox five tribulations, but it is more than enough to deal with the cultivators of the Three Flowers Realm.

This kind of Dao Luoyang can't be stopped, and the sword and sword cultivators are already fighting against the upper Dao law cultivators, if they are being attacked by these "five tribulations", the consequences are unimaginable!

A thought of blossoming was broken by Tang Mohan many times, and Luoyang didn't dare to hold it up, urged the hidden sword, and handed out a move cleanly.

"Break the tide!"

The sword light stood precisely on the thick ink line, the wind stagnated, and the shaking mountains gradually fell silent.

The Dao method was broken in his eyes, and Tang Mohan, who was in the realm of selflessness, raised his fingers unhurriedly, sketched the strokes, and wrote the word "slow" again.

The slow speed field of the dozen or so steps widened more than three times, and both the floating leaves and the dancing silk clouds slowed down.

Everything was quiet, and a swift and shadowless sword light flashed in the slow world, as dazzling as a little ink on the rice paper of the flower curtain.

Tang Mohan frowned and wrote the word "slow" again.

Luo Yang felt the sword intent ease, his brows furrowed, and he encouraged his spiritual power to stop in place, examining the ten steps distance between him and Tang Mohan.

Moving forward, even the fastest judgment will be as slow as listening to thunder with intentions, such a sword can't hurt him, Tang Mohan can't only know the Dao method and not the sword martial arts.

"Ice!"

Taking advantage of Luoyang's stop sword, Tang Mohan raised his hand and waved his painting, when the empty words were completed, thousands of miles of ice were frozen in an instant, goose feathers and heavy snow danced in the wind, and it was white and vast in all directions, even if Luoyang had strange eyes, he couldn't see ten steps, and Tang Mohan was standing at ten steps.

"Fans!"

One more word, Tang Mohan took a step back, examined the distance between him and Luoyang, and felt that he was careless, so he took three more steps back, controlling the wind and snow, and confusing things.

"Drunken Flower Yin, Broken String Moon, Snow Hidden Mountain!"

Luoyang stood in place and did not move, not in a hurry to move forward or retreat, pondered for a moment, hooked the corners of his mouth, and slashed out three swords in one breath.

The sword light slashed through the wind and snow, Tang Mohan was covered with fine sweat on his forehead, raised his fingers and didn't wait for Luoyang to write Luoyang went straight into the slow realm, the heavenly sword slashed lightly, there were two light and dark sword lights, and the shadows became a pair.

"Scatter!"

The word fell, the sword light dispersed, and at this time Luoyang still appeared in front of Tang Mohan, raised his sword and shook it lightly, removed the young man's gaze, dodged and dived, and used the most ordinary sweeping leg to put down this genius god who could simulate the Five Tribulations Dao Method.

"Grandma's!"

Tang Mohan grabbed Luoyang's right arm in annoyance and slammed his fist into Luoyang's eye socket.

Luo Yang tilted his head slightly to avoid this punch, let go of the Heavenly Sword and grabbed Tang Mohan's arm with his backhand, and swung an old punch back with color.

Tang Mohan's eyes were dark, his left eye was no longer able to see, and he used his strength to hold Luoyang's right hand tighter, and his other arm was waved indiscriminately.

Luoyang lightly dodged Tang Mohan's attack, and without looking at the right time, he casually punched Tang Mohan's right eye......

......

Above the clouds, under the peach blossom tree, the young patriarch and Nangong Rongruo closed their eyes in tacit understanding, ignoring those who were happy in the bitterness, and their intuition was gloomy.

Two monks from famous families, one is the prince of the Heavenly Palace, and the other is the uncle of Kunlun, they are all well-known figures.

"These two little ones are very interesting......

The master chuckled and stroked his long beard, and with a flick in his hand, a few chess pieces landed on the chessboard, corresponding to the statue that Li Qinyue found in the city of the human world.

The young patriarch shook his head and smiled bitterly, thought for a while, and asked, "Old man, let me ask you, what is the relationship between Luoyang and Chen Yu?"

"Mother-son relationship, what else can it do?"

"Is that biological?"

"No, Chen Yu is just a mortal, and the combination with the Dragon City God General can only be a god!"

The master whispered, and dropped another chess piece, looking at the direction and time, it should be the statue of the Heavenly Palace.

The young patriarch frowned, stopped asking, and looked at the chessboard with only two chess pieces in thought.

Strategizing, calculating all the opportunities, what is Luoyang's position in Chen Yu's chessboard after all?

A bait used to calculate that the sky doesn't care about life or death, or a well-polished sword specially used to defy the sky?

The master looked at his old friend with a sad face, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said again, "Don't think too much, tomorrow is unknown, maybe we will all die in the end, but he can survive, as the only fire, walking in the endless depths with endless thoughts, until the future where everything is forgotten here......"

"No, he's a sword cultivator, he'd rather bend than bend, if it doesn't exist here, he will definitely be buried in the dust with here!"

"Haha, so you and I will wait and see. ”

The master fell again, five chess pieces were placed on the chessboard, and Nangong Rongruo's doppelganger arrived with the Three Emperors, holding a pitch-black statue in his hand.

The young patriarch held his palm in his hand, and the statue in the world appeared in his hand, and the five statues gathered in one place, and a black mist came out, and Cao Qingfan's soft murmur was pierced inside.

"That's good, I passed the first level so quickly, it's good, let's move on to the next game, here's the clue, listen to me!"

"Wheat travels thousands of miles without soil, and even the mountains and clouds are planted with millet. ”

"May it be blessed by God every year, and autumn is suitable for rice and spring is suitable for mulberry. ”

"The purple mangs shake in July, and the jade grits and pestles blow in the west wind. ”

"Fengshi does not forget to apologize for the bitterness, climb Mount Tai and look at it. ”

"In the end, the word puzzle, the person who came was Penglaike, and there was not much time, only one day. ”

As the sound fell, the five statues disappeared in ashes, leaving no trace, as if they were completely absent.

The Demon Emperor lowered his head, pondered carefully, and speculated on the clues with the knowledge of the Terran race.

Cao Qingfan's first four sentences are poems, not hidden heads or hidden tails, so it seems that the pass should be on the theme of this poem, it should be a place name, and the other anagram is the completion of the previous place.

The young patriarch looked at the master, and the two of them looked at each other and saw each other's hidden emotions at a glance.

The poems are inseparable from the five grains, Penglai is a fairy island in the eyes of the world, Penglai is an immortal, people come to be immortals, the riddle of the anagram is the word "mountain", this Cao Qingfan said that the place name is the place of evil cultivation, Wugu Mountain!

"What's in Wugu Mountain?

Nangong Rongruo asked softly, thanks to Chen Yu's blessing, he is much better at these verses and riddles than ordinary aliens.

The master and the young patriarch looked at each other and did not intend to continue to hide it, and said, "Wugu Mountain is the territory of evil cultivators, Cao Qingfan asked us to go there, what do you think?"

The Demon Emperor raised his eyebrows lightly and said with a smile: "Let them eat dogs......"

"It's not that simple, this is to borrow a knife to kill people, if there are not enough chips in Wugu Mountain, Cao Qingfan will not ask us to go there. ”

Nanli shook his head, looked at the Demon Emperor, thought about it and said: "Of course, this may also be a hidden thing, there may be nothing there, whether to go or not is a choice, this choice must be inextricably linked to the later levels." ”

"In this way, it will be up to the Terrans to explore the truth for you, I hope there is nothing there, otherwise whatever there is will be a new trouble for us!"

The young patriarch got up, grabbed Luoyang with his hands, and threw it outside Wugu Mountain.

The master looked at Nangong Rongruo, who took out a small mirror and looked down at Wugu Mountain.

The sentry card in the mountain can't hide from Jin Jiuling and the others, let alone hide it from the top, Nan Li smiled with interest, so strictly guarded, no matter whether there is something here or not, except for this place, the evil cultivators are not comfortable.

The wind rose, the green leaves were rustling, a shadow flashed through the mountains and forests, and the evil cultivators in the open and secret were convicted and killed without making a sound.

Luoyang killed in ten steps, cleaned up the evil cultivators at the bottom of the mountain and walked to the mountainside, looked at the looming bunker, took out the ghost face of Yama and turned into an evil cultivator, and walked into the bunker openly, a few flashes of light, Luoyang walked out of the bunker and walked to the other bunker in a melodious tone.

"Yama told you to die in the third watch, who can keep you until the fifth watch, this method is wonderful!"

Nanli smiled proudly at Emperor Yan, the same ambiguous relationship, now the cause and effect of Luoyang and the underworld are basically broken, and the demon world is even more inseparable from Luoyang.

Emperor Yan pursed his lips, his heart was sad, and he couldn't help but think of the evil spirit in hell, he and Luoyang, and the underworld had to make a choice, and if they wanted both, they would only get both.

Nangong Rongruo ignored the three emperors who had their own thoughts, slowly turned the mirror, looked at the surrounding deep caves, and said: "Luoyang walked forward directly, and there were mostly medicinal herbs and spirit stones in the surrounding caves......"

"Ancestor, help me put it away and keep it for my relatives. ”

Luoyang pressed the sword talisman, and the young ancestor was satisfied with all the treasures, and Nanli did look disgusting after eating flies.

Propose to relatives, if you can see one-tenth of these things, he is considered to be clear and generous, and he can take it if he wants, so many high-sounding things.

Terran, it is hypocrisy!

At this time, Luoyang has exhausted the mountain road, two forbidden caves appeared in front of him, Luoyang waved his hand, the master reached out and pointed his hand, and the scriptures covered the world.

The heavenly sword fell, and the hidden objects in the void cave appeared in the mountains, two ice coffins, and a young man lying on the left hand side, twenty-eight years old, skinny as firewood, the meridians in his body were broken, and he completely relied on this ice coffin to live.

On the other side is a gentle and graceful woman, with crimson cloud patterns on her eyebrows, a black cloud bun with a high pull, and a plain white sword robe, dignified and heroic.

Luoyang recognized this woman, and it can be said that this is the existence that he has been thinking about for many years.

"Master ......"

"Come back to your senses!"

The young patriarch snorted lightly, Luoyang didn't know another teenager, but the young patriarch saw the clue from his face, eyebrows and eyes, this young man is very similar to Shen Zhen!

"True and false, false and true, it is a disaster that cannot be avoided, so bring them back first. ”

The master clenched his fists, and the chessboard in front of him was full of chess pieces at some point, and Bai Zi lost half of it, but he didn't know if this Bai Zi belonged to Cao Qingfan or belonged to the Five Realms.