"Teacher...... went. ”

Su Yi's body shook, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and squeezed out a reluctant smile: "I should be very happy to be able to finish the game of Xingluo chess back then, before the teacher leaves." ”

Dongfang Xi was softly comforting his pale mother at this time, he looked at the chess that seemed to be engraved in the sky, and the streamers scattered in the sky, and was silent.

Even if the teacher was happy before he left, he finally left this world.

And this holy pavilion that he has watched all his life has been threatened with destruction.

At this moment, Su Yi patted him on the shoulder, handed him a classic book, and said solemnly: "Senior brother, if the Wu'an Sword Peak starts to slaughter in a while, you take the teacher's notes and leave quickly." ”

Dongfang Xi's expression was frozen, and when he was about to refute, Qingrong said: "Yes, Xi'er, if the ban is broken, you are absolutely not allowed to stay, otherwise I will not have your son!"

"Mother's ......"

Qingrong shouted undoubtedly: "Do you understand?"

Dongfang Xi gritted his teeth and nodded.

Now he still has hope.

Father and the Three Venerables have not returned, if ......

Suddenly, a purple and blue lightning bolt streaked across the sky.

Dongfang Xi's eyes lit up, and he said happily: "Mother, it's okay." ”

Qingrong on the side stroked his lower abdomen, his eyebrows and eyes relaxed, and he repeated softly in relief: "It's okay." ”

She suddenly snorted in pain, and her face appeared in pain for a moment.

Dongfang Xi frowned and said, "Mother......"

Qingrong smiled and said, "It's okay, maybe I'm a little excited, and I scared Ming'er." ”

When Dongfang Xi heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Father is back, no wonder you and Ming'er are excited." ”

......

Dongfang Xin fell in front of the gate of the Holy Pavilion.

The lightning bolt struck in front of Shang Yunjian's three people, leaving a scorched black mark.

He gasped slightly, his face pale, and looked at the wheelchair in silence.

His appearance immediately detonated the emotions of the members of the Holy Pavilion.

Because he was the second Immortal Venerable of the Holy Pavilion, the current leader of the Holy Pavilion.

"Immortal Venerable!"

"Immortal Venerable, Zhuge Immortal Master...... went. ”

"Please Immortal Venerable avenge the Immortal Master and protect my Holy Pavilion!"

Dongfang Xin raised his hand, and the disciples of the Holy Pavilion quickly quieted down.

"All go and take refuge, leave it to me here. ”

As soon as these words came out, all the disciples of the Holy Pavilion did not dare to disobey and retreated one after another.

Shang Yunjian raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Yo, those three old guys didn't come back?"

Dongfang Xin's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "Do you have to be so desperate?"

Shang Yunjian used the Cloud Swallowing Technique to absorb the pure spiritual power near the Holy Pavilion almost hungrily, and said lightly: "Since you killed the Northern Underworld Week, we have been immortal. ”

Dongfang Xin snorted and grinned, "Indeed, I don't want to see you continue to dangle in front of my eyes." ”

"The Holy Pavilion has stood here for thousands of years, and I will never let anyone who desecrate it leave alive. ”

After saying that, Dongfang Xin stretched out his hand, and the purple thunder in his palm surged.

Luo Qingchen's eyes gradually sharpened, the lotus step moved slightly, and the sound of the flute was permeated.

A huge seven-colored flower bloomed in front of her, and between the petals, it swept towards Dongfang Xin.

Dongfang Xin's response is very simple.

He clenched the purple thunder in his hand, and swung it forward, and ten thousand lightning flashes.

During the purple electricity raging, a hidden green light emerged.

The crackling sound couldn't stop ringing, much louder than the sound of firecrackers in the capital during the Spring Festival in the world.

Countless petals withered and fell.

The sound of the flute froze for a moment, and as the frequency of the crackling sound increased, the sound became more and more incoherent.

A flash of purple lightning broke through the petals, cutting off strands of her hair.

The flowers were scattered, Luo Qingchen's hair was slightly messy, and he had no choice but to take a step back.

The sound of the flute stopped. Zero Long Literature Network

Luo Qingchen's face turned a little pale from shock, and he glanced at Shang Yunjian beside him gratefully.

Mo Li's sword was in front of her at this moment, as long as the sword did not retreat, no matter how powerful the opponent's attack was, it would not be able to break through this embankment.

Long Yao bowed his head slightly, and said: "The Holy Pavilion thunders with righteous intentions, four times into purple electricity, seven times into green mangs, ten times and the heart is thunderous, and the power is really extraordinary. ”

"It's just that your tenth-level thunder righteousness doesn't seem to be as pure as I imagined. ”

Dongfang Xin said coldly: "Mr. Long Er, why bother talking. ”

Long Yao replied: "You don't have to bother with your tongue. ”

She didn't look back, but her voice came out clearly towards the back, followed by a spiritual ink: "Come out, that sneaky guy." ”

The spirit ink roared out, stagnating slightly somewhere in the air, and immediately after, an old man with immortal wind bones walked out of nothingness, carrying a person with gnashing teeth on his back.

It was Sima Wuhua who was seriously injured by Shang Yunjian before.

"Little Sima, you go and rest first. ”

The old man's fingers were raised slightly, and Sima Wuhua's body had flown smoothly and quickly towards the back mountain of the Holy Pavilion, ignoring the prohibition and falling directly into the refuge.

Su Yi's eyes were quick, and he caught Sima Wuhua steadily, but there was a moment of surprise in his eyes.

When Sima Wuhua fell, it didn't seem to have any weight, and even a person like him who didn't cultivate his body could easily catch it.

But he didn't want to think about this now, so he hurriedly helped Sima Wuhua aside.

At this moment, many people looked at the terrifying wound on Sima Wuhua's abdomen in panic, and most of them wanted to step forward, but they didn't dare to get too close.

It was the first time they had seen Sima Wuhua look so miserable.

Only a few people stepped forward and tried to treat Sima Wuhua.

Sima Wuhua shook his head at them slightly, and then said to Su Yi: "Tie the heavens and heal the seal, and give me some more spiritual power." ”

......

As one of the two great immortal masters of the Holy Pavilion, Sima Wuhua has a very high seniority, and the time to enter the pavilion is also very early, and the Immortal Venerable Dongfang Xin is his student.

This old man can be called Sima Wuhua Xiao Sima, and the latter has no objection, which can only show that he is above Sima Wuhua regardless of his seniority or strength.

Shang Yunjian carefully looked at the old man's face for a while, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Venerable Man." ”

In the words, there is a disappointment that is difficult to hide.

The Holy Pavilion has three Venerables, Heaven, Earth and Man, and it is the strongest combat power of the Holy Pavilion after Xun Rizhao soared.

Among the three, the Heavenly Venerable was the strongest, followed by the Earth Venerable, and the Human Venerable...... is the weakest of them.

Even so, his cultivation is still above Sima Wuhua.

But in Long Yao's original idea, the three Venerables were supposed to appear together, but now that only one came, the originally arranged back hand was no longer effective.

It was a great gift to the Three Venerables, and if it was used just for one Venerable One, it was not worth it, and it would not be used.

Moreover, Dongfang Xin and the Venerable Ren returned to the Holy Pavilion, what about the Venerable and the Venerable Earth?

Shang Yunjian was a little irritable, held Mo Li tighter, and said to Long Yao, "We are really underestimated." ”

Having said that, he still protected Luo Qingchen and got closer to Long Yao.

Dongfang Xin Chaoren Venerable bowed slightly, and then said to Shang Yunjian: "If it were normal, we might not be able to take you down, but now, I don't dare to say that ten percent, nine percent is still certain." ”

Shang Yunjian said disdainfully: "So confident?"

Dongfang Xin smiled and said: "You are already at the end of the crossbow, and Mr. Long Er will not be able to fully recover his spiritual power for a while, as for Miss Luo, this seat can easily deal with it alone." ”

He paused, and the smile on his face grew: "Tell me, how do you win?"

Before Shang Yunjian could open his mouth to mock, Long Yao had already said coldly: "Really?"

A furious aura surged around her, blood-colored flames danced wildly in front of her, and clear red scales appeared on her hands caged in robes.

With the dispersion of the fiery aura, her eyes also turned into blood-red vertical pupils, exuding ancient and violent fluctuations.

Her long hair was scattered, and she looked at Dongfang Xin calmly, although there was blood surging in her eyes, there was no wave at all.

Dongfang Xin looked at him and asked seriously, "It looks like you're confident?"

Long Yao nodded and said, "We originally came with the intention of destroying the Holy Pavilion, and you two can't stop us." ”

Dongfang Xin sneered: "Then we have to see if Momei Villa will become a wasteland first, or if the gate of my Holy Pavilion will be kicked open by you first." ”

The Human Venerable stared at Long Yao, and there was only absolute coldness in his eyes.

Shang Yunjian moved his body slightly, blocking the gaze of the Venerable One, and said loudly, "Of course we win." ”

"It was you who fought without declaring it first, according to Qu Laosi's statement, reason is on our side, if we don't win, is there still heavenly reason?"

As soon as his words fell, Mo Lijian had already taken off his hand and flew out.

In front of Mo Li's sword was a human venerable with an indifferent face.

He slashed at the Venerable One with a sword.