The Northern Darkness Cultivator was stunned, and it took a long time before he was forced to detach from his thoughts by the increasingly high temperature around him.

Fang Chengyi, who he hated to the core, actually sacrificed his life for him to block Yanlong, and his body died!

His Death Demon Eye was also fused with the Fallen Yuan in his body, and the two truly became one.

This is definitely not as simple as Fang Chengyu's inheritance.

It's just that reason, I'm afraid he'll never know.

The red waves on his hands gradually became hot.

Bei Ming Xiu slowly turned around and saw Su Lanting carrying Yuan Xue on his back, trying his best to race against the lava.

He smiled bitterly, mobilized all his spiritual power, and ran in their direction.

Su Lanting had witnessed everything that had happened in mid-air before, and he was still immersed in a deep shock at this time.

What kind of existence is that Yan Dragon, and why did he target the Northern Meditation Cultivator and that black-robed man? Could the black-robed man be Fang Chengyi? But why did Fang Chengyi save the Northern Meditation Cultivator?

Her mind was full of doubts, but she was still able to keep her composure.

At least the Northern Meditation is fine.

Bei Ming Xiu stepped on the flowing clouds, quickly came to her, took Yuan Xue over, easily carried it behind him, and returned the red wave to Zhao with his hand, saying: "It's hard work, what is happening now, let's talk about it while running." ”

Although he was seriously injured, before Fang Chengyi left, he injected the Death Demon Eye and some of his spiritual power into his body, and now with a person on his back, Yun Youbu was still extremely agile.

Hearing the words of the Northern Meditation Cultivator, Su Lanting had to temporarily suppress the doubts in his heart and continue to operate the Yiye Swimming Body Method with all his might.

Because of the absence of Yuan Xue on her back, her spiritual power consumption rate has decreased, at least temporarily, it has become much easier.

But she couldn't help but ask, "...... You okay. ”

Bei Mingxiu's face at this time was really ugly.

No matter what kind of smile he disguised, it was ugly.

Bei Mingxiu shook his head slightly, and said with a wry smile: "My wound is fine, but I can't figure it out in my heart." ”

"He is obviously my worst enemy, why in the end, it was he who saved my life and gave up his own life. ”

Su Lanting lowered his eyes gloomily, and only after a while did he speak: "Don't think too much." ”

Bei Ming Xiu smiled and said, "I understand, it's just ......"

Before he could finish his words, a dragon groan swept in all directions again.

Su Lanting used his spiritual power to protect himself, barely stabilizing his body.

The previous two dragon chanting, she survived like this, and this time she didn't have to protect Yuan Xue.

But this time, the dragon chant is obviously different.

The first two dragon groans contained fury.

This time, the dragon chant seems to be full of joy to get what you want?

Before Su Lanting could understand the meaning of this dragon chant, a huge figure had already stood in front of them.

It was the phantom of the old man with long eyebrows that had been shown in mid-air before.

He looked down at them, his expression calm, unwavering.

That alone was enough to make her feel terrified.

Su Lan Pavilion and the Northern Meditation Cultivator never stopped, and continued to move forward under the pressure of the Yan Dragon.

The torment is undoubtedly a hundred times more unbearable than simply racing against lava.

And the old man with long eyebrows didn't mean to give way.

Bei Ming Xiu scolded: "Old thing, if you want to eat me, come here!"

Su Lanting was shocked.

She had never seen such a grumpy Northern Meditation Cultivator.

This is enough to show that Fang Chengyi's death before did greatly disturb his state of mind.

Then she heard Yanlong's words exuding naked desire.

"Yes, what is the use of your elders protecting you for a while, you will be my meal after all. ”

After speaking, the old man with long eyebrows stretched out his hand and was about to grab the Northern Immortal Cultivator.

The Northern Meditation Cultivator was ready to throw Yuan Xue to Su Lan Ting, but Su Lan Ting's movements were faster than him.

The red waves and green dew reflected each other, and the two knives were combined, slashing straight at the big hand stretched out by the old man with long eyebrows.

The old man with long eyebrows glared angrily in his eyes, and Su Lanting spurted out a mouthful of blood, falling like a kite with a broken string.

Before her vision went completely dark, she still clung to the red wave and green dew, trying to prevent this catastrophe for him.

Bei Mingxiu hurriedly summoned the iron sword, stepped on the iron sword with his toes, took Su Lanting into his arms, landed back on the sword steadily, and began to fly with the sword.

If you can hold on for a while, you can't sit still.

But he overestimated his abilities after all.

His body was already tired, and the pressure on his soul was far beyond his level, and he couldn't support it, and the scenery in front of him gradually blurred.

But the face of the old man with long eyebrows was more joyful, like a child who saw an unexpected surprise in a gift.

"It's actually Tianyuan Zhu, and ...... The sacrifices of those untouchables have been useless for hundreds of years, and with them, coupled with that immortal aura, God really treats me well!"

The old man with long eyebrows held them together in the palm of his hand.

It is a great blessing to wake up from a thousand-year-old slumber and receive such a delicious meal!

The phantom of the old man with long eyebrows gradually dissipated, wrapping the Northern Immortal Cultivator and the rest of the two daughters, who were still struggling with the sword intent, ready to return to the volcano.

At this moment, an ink-colored blade descended from the sky, slashing the phantom at once, but it did not hurt the three of them.

A slender figure descended from the sky, followed by countless spiritual inks.

Under the strangulation of Lingmo, the remaining remnants of the phantom could not return to the volcano, almost in an instant, there was not even a trace left.

The dragon let out a dragon groan again, this time in surprise and faint fear.

Instinct told it that the woman who had come out of nowhere was very dangerous.

Long Yao stood proudly in the air, calmly looking at the huge dragon head in the crater, with a mocking look on his face.

At this time, the dark robe on her body was a little torn, and her complexion was as calm as water, and there was a little imperceptible weakness in her complexion, which was difficult to hide the fact that she was not in good shape.

But as long as she stands here, she is well-deserved invincible.

"A brute, I'll clean you up later. ”

Long Yao harnessed the spirit ink and rushed towards the three of the Northern Immortal Cultivators.

The spiritual ink formed a huge black ball, enveloping the three of the Northern Cultivators, and the fresh and moisturizing spiritual power permeated it.

Bei Mingxiu only felt as if he was drenched in a rain shower, and his vision in front of him gradually became clearer, and he immediately understood what was happening, raised his head, and said aggrievedly: "Master, why did you come!"

After shouting this, a gloom appeared on his face.

Originally, in his expectation, since Long Yao had planted a spell for him, he would inevitably fall from the top of the clouds after the spell was triggered, saving him from danger.

But Long Yao didn't appear for the first time, and it was Fang Chengyi who really saved his life.

Long Yao said, "The lackeys of the Holy Pavilion are in the way, and it took some time to kill them. ”

Those who have the ability to stop the world-famous Mr. Ryuji can only be an immortal-level powerhouse.

Long Yao had suffered a lot of injuries in the battle at Ling Xiao Peak, and it was impossible for him to recover from the injuries he had suffered in such a short period of time.

Resolutely broke up the siege of the Holy Pavilion with a wounded body, and directly killed several people, how powerful should it be?

Bei Ming Xiu knew it in his heart, and shouted: "Shi Niang is mighty!"

Long Yao smiled, bent his fingers slightly, and the ink ball floated into the distance with the three of the Northern Immortal Cultivators, and the spreading lava could no longer catch up.

In the ink ball, Su Lanting woke up slowly, and was shocked to find that he was being held in his arms by Bei Ming Xiu, two smears of red appeared on his face, and he quickly jumped off him, only to find that he was in mid-air, and almost exclaimed.

Yuan Xue also woke up under the nourishment of Lingmo, and found that she was on the back of the Northern Meditation Cultivator, and suddenly made a fuss, but she didn't mean to come down, she just looked around curiously, and said in surprise: "Zhou Han, what's the situation?"

Bei Mingxiu smiled and said, "The master has arrived, and everything has passed." ”

"Senior Long Yao!" Su Lanting was shocked, looked out from the ink ball, and sure enough, he saw the slender figure standing proudly between heaven and earth.

Looking at the figure that exuded a powerful aura, Yuan Xue couldn't close her mouth for a while.

The legendary immortal is really powerful.

Su Lanting glanced at the huge dragon head on the volcano in the distance, and said worriedly: "Zhou Han, that dragon must be an acquired wisdom demon who has been cultivated for more than a thousand years, and Long Yao's predecessors ......."

Bei Ming Xiu interrupted Su Lanting's words with a smile and said firmly: "Senior Niang is a piece of cake to deal with this kind of little snake. ”

Since Long Yao's arrival, he seems to have jumped from a child without milk to the largest second ancestor in the world, his waist is straight, and there is no longer any fear in his heart, only the lingering haze that he temporarily pressed in his heart.

Coincidentally, the three juniors of Wu'an Sword Peak have the same opinion on their elders.

Long Yao is the heaven of the Shoreless Sword Peak.

The sky is higher than Shang Yunjian.

In mid-air, Long Yao glanced back behind him, confirmed that the three of them were all right, and took a deep breath.

In the middle of every breath, the blood flames around her body surged, and the cold killing intent in her vertical pupils pierced the huge dragon head of the crater without concealment.

"It's a shame to be of the same origin as you. ”