Feng Yang and Meng Qiyue have always been within the coverage of the Northern Darkness Heavenly Cultivator.

In other words, since the Northern Meditation Cultivator killed Du Qiuming with all his might, he had not let these two people leave his range of perception.

Killing Du Qiuming with a sword, the spiritual power he took from the ice tower has been exhausted, and the meridians at this moment are even more faintly painful, if they face Shang Fengyang or Meng Qiyue in their current state, even if they take the lead, it will only be a dead end.

The so-called Great Array of Stars that shrouded the entire Twilight Cliff City was just a trick formed by him with an ice lotus condensed with all his strength and the icicles formed by the ice marbles, at first glance it was an incomparably mysterious array, and it might take most of the foundation icicles to destroy before the crack appeared, but in fact, even if they walked to the City Lord's Mansion in a grand manner, this so-called Great Array would not move.

In the current City Lord's Mansion, Yi Ming was seriously injured, Ye Xinglu was already asleep after exerting too much energy, Qiu Yasa was not injured, and she was not too consumed, but with her combat effectiveness, at most she could barely stop one of these deputy envoys of the Holy Pavilion, once those guys broke into the City Lord's Mansion, he would lose all his arrangements, and at that time, he could only do his best to break through with Ye Xinglu and Autumn Wasabi, success or failure may have an element of gambling, but he had already made countless such a big gamble, this killing in Twilight Cliff City was originally a life and death gamble, and if you do it again, it is actually nothing。

The only thing that brought him comfort was the three deputy envoys of the Holy Pavilion who came from the northwest, they obviously had a high vigilance about the situation in the city because of Ye Xinglu's obstruction before, and they were advancing slowly, at least for a short time, he could concentrate on Feng Yang and Meng Qiyue's side.

Du Qiuming's death had already added a heavy weight to their hearts, and their expressions were extremely vigilant, and they never touched any icicles again, but they were heading straight towards the City Lord's Mansion.

The Northern Meditation Cultivator probably got their idea.

They were going to find him and kill him, and if he did, no matter how many killings there were in the city, it would be a matter of no importance.

Northern Meditation welcomes this idea.

In this way, he could ensure that they were within his own perceptual range, and at the same time, he could seize the time to absorb some of the spiritual power of the ice tower.

The Ice Tower's current spiritual power was about to be exhausted, and at most, it would support him to temporarily use the strong horizontal cultivation of the second ninth-order peak.

This time, he only needs to borrow it once.

to kill two.

......

Feng Yang and Meng Qiyue moved forward cautiously, and when they came to the City Lord's Mansion, the fear in their hearts not only did not diminish with time, but became more and more intense.

Du Qiuming's death was always like a shadowy cloud, hanging over their heads, and they had not seen the other traps of the Northern Meditation Cultivator, only feeling that the bigger traps might be hidden behind. In normal times, even if this unknown city has become a sea of purgatory, they will not have any fear, because in it is just a group of demon ants, but now there is an additional Northern Immortal Cultivator in the city, and an amazing array has been laid out.

Moreover, the Northern Meditation Cultivator had never appeared in front of their eyes, so they couldn't help but be afraid.

Looking at the magnificent gate in front of him, Feng Yang's heart was quite uneasy, thinking about Meng Qiyue's expression behind him, he gritted his teeth and stepped out, surrounded by red flames, and the surging heat wave rolled in all directions, and the momentum was breathtaking.

If it was ordinary, this vast momentum was enough to deter many high-level cultivators who claimed to be unparalleled in the world, but Feng Yang knew very well that what they were facing today would be the Northern Meditation Cultivator, this so-called deterrence was useless, but it was just a waste of spiritual power, but if he didn't do this, he was really afraid that he would show his cowardice in front of the Northern Meditation Cultivator, and he would have the impression of a coward in Meng Qiyue's heart. As everyone knows, Meng Qiyue has never really looked at him squarely, and his previous performance has long been recognized as a coward by Meng Qiyue.

Meng Qiyue followed closely behind Feng Yang, her skin was already shining like white jade, although she didn't look at Feng Yang in her eyes, she had to get very close to him, for fear that there was some trap left by the Northern Meditation Cultivator in this City Lord's Mansion, but when she felt the wind behind her and quickly turned around, she let out a scream in horror.

A person walked slowly outside the City Lord's Mansion.

The sword robe on his body was hunting in the wind, his shirt and the sword in his hand were spotless, and there was a warm smile on a handsome face that did not look like what the world should have.

Meng Qiyue did not give birth to even a trace of intimacy.

She had nothing but fear in her heart now.

Whether it was the sword robe of the Shoreless Sword Peak, the sword that shone with an ice blue luster, or the face that could rank among the best in the immortal body, it all showed that person's identity.

The third disciple of Wu'an Sword Peak, the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

Feng Yang heard the sound, turned to look, his body suddenly shook, he couldn't bear the fear in his heart, and shouted angrily: "Northern Meditation Cultivator, you actually dare to appear in front of me!"

"Why don't you dare?" Bei Ming Xiu laughed, and walked towards them slowly, the sword intent above the cold in his hand surged, and a terrifying coercion with a chilling cold intent shrouded down, directly suppressing the red fire around Feng Yang's body.

Feng Yang's heart was already in disbelief at this time.

The pinnacle of the ninth order!

He still didn't believe that the Northern Meditation Cultivator would have the cultivation of the ninth order peak, even with the help of external forces, how could he ascend to the heavens in one step? However, the Northern Meditation Cultivator was at a leisurely pace, obviously not afraid of their resistance at all, nor afraid of them rushing into the City Lord's Mansion, and seemed to have enough confidence to be able to solve the two of them.

There must be a trap in the city lord's mansion that is enough to kill them!

For a while, Feng Yang only felt in a dilemma, except for subconsciously protecting Meng Qiyue behind him, he didn't know what to do at all.

Feng Yang roared angrily, "What do you want to do?"

"I will do whatever you come. Bei Ming Xiu replied casually, every time he took a step, the cold blue sword light in his hand became richer, and the cold in the vicinity was even stronger, just this suppressed momentum to the extreme, it made Feng Meng and the others vigilant and uneasy, and the next sentence of Bei Ming Xiu made them even more

The horror is unspeakable.

"Please borrow someone's head. ”

After that, the wind and clouds suddenly rose under the feet of the Northern Immortal Cultivator, and the sword light was cold, and it was about to completely cover the sight of Feng Meng and the others.

Feng Yang was shocked, and the Divine Fire Destruction was almost the first time to exert all its strength, and two surging red flames burst out on his palms, and suddenly pushed forward, as if they could dry up the water of the river in an instant.

The Divine Fire Destruction was already the ultimate use of the fire element, but under the chill released in the Cold Sword, it was engulfed by the extreme cold in less than a moment.

There is no divine fire, and the destructive energy in it is gone, Feng Yang's heart and courage are completely shattered at this moment, screaming a lazy donkey rolling and escaping in embarrassment, his movements are extremely fast, I believe that few people can roll like this, but when he came back to his senses, he found that he had no fatal injuries on his body except for a layer of cold frost flowers.

Just as he was giving birth to the joy of the rest of his life, he heard a desperate scream, and when he turned his head, he saw a disgraced head being lifted into the air in the moonlight, and the blood gushing out of the broken neck was faintly white.

Meng Qiyue was beheaded by a sword owl in the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

Her Ruyu Gong is also first-class in terms of defensive power, but under the highly condensed Cold and Dark Sword Intent, it is just a layer of tissue paper.

Bai Wuxin may be able to calmly block this sword in a hurry, but she can't Meng Qiyue.

From beginning to end, her cultivation relied on others, rarely relied on herself, her foundation was unstable, and her cultivation was vain, where could she eat the sword condensed by the essence of the sword path of her lifelong cultivation in the Northern Meditation?

The beloved woman was brutally killed in front of his eyes, but Feng Yang lost his original arrogance, let alone anger and wanted revenge, the dignified Suzaku deputy envoy actually knelt down directly, bowed again and again, and shouted in an extremely rapid voice: "Spare your life, spare your life......"

Bei Mingxiu sighed, and killed him with a sword in his hand.

After killing Meng Qiyue, his spiritual power had already exhausted, and as long as Feng Yang resisted, he couldn't kill him at all.

But Feng Yang didn't resist, he had long lost the courage to resist, and he didn't notice the depleting momentum of Bei Ming Xiu's body.

Bei Ming Xiu killed two people with two swords, spit out a long breath of turbidity, and immediately slapped several times on his chest, forcibly opening the already blocked meridians, and a mouthful of blood spurted out directly.

He quickly rushed back to the City Lord's Mansion without glancing at the two headless corpses on the ground.

The first thing in cultivation is to cultivate the mind, since the death of Zhuge Linye, the practice of the Holy Pavilion has weakened the way of cultivating the mind, and after the death of Sima Wuhua, the situation has become more and more serious, and even the way of cultivating the mind has been completely lost.

This should be Dongfang Xin's instruction, which can make the disciples of the Holy Pavilion better improve their cultivation, but they have not cultivated their hearts, if their hearts are corrupted, what is the use of cultivating no matter how high they are?

At this point, the Northern Meditation Cultivator was very fortunate that he had been forced to exercise his mind since he was very young.

At least, these two extremely fragile guys can't really see through his reality at all.