For decades or even more than 100 years, I am afraid that there has never been a day when there will be a bright moon on Shunyuan Peak, and the night is as dark as day.

In this cloud city, the battle between black and white continues.

The remaining less than half an hour's work is likely to be the last test of fate on the cloud sky view.

Get through it, the Ming Dynasty can be expected.

If you can't survive, you will fall into the abyss forever.

From the entrance of Tianxuan Temple Square to the stone steps of entering the hall, there is a difference of thirty and three zhang.

Ordinary masters of the rivers and lakes may need to use ten breaths to get from that end to this end.

And the crying lady only used five breaths.

With a blink of an eye, a flick of his fingers, and a spit out, exactly five breaths.

Although the five-breath situation seems to be short, for people, it is enough to turn a thousand times in their minds and think a lot.

The crying lady is not only a person who loves cleanliness, but also a person who is afraid of trouble.

The more troubles, the more afraid she became.

The longer the time drags on, the more trouble there will be.

She originally came on the spot, and calculated that from sneaking in from Bai Wuchang to winning the Yuntian Temple in one fell swoop, she thought that it would take half an hour to solve it.

Even if the plan was abruptly interrupted just before it was implemented, she had already dealt with it.

She thought that against these Taoist priests who rarely danced swords and swords, one time would be enough to win and return, but in the end, she saw these Taoist priests desperately resisting, making it difficult for them to move an inch.

In this short five breaths, the worry in the heart of the crying lady is getting stronger and stronger, she can no longer sit idly by, and she has to end the game as soon as possible.

The idea was set, and the crying lady also put it into action.

The persimmon is picked and pinched softly.

Qi Difu, the second elder of Yuntianguan, has average qualifications, and the previous master saw that he was honest and diligent before accepting him as a disciple, and because of his age, he was appointed as a second disciple, so as to assist the first disciple to take care of Yuntianguan in the future.

Qi Difu is also a contented and happy person, who knows how to repay his kindness, he works hard in the cloud and sky view, so he is quite popular with everyone.

The disciples respected and loved him, but he couldn't change it, he was the weakest person among the eight elders.

The crying lady has already figured out these situations, so her first goal is to pick up the blessings of the earth.

At the same time, she also wanted to see if such an elder, who was highly respected by the disciples of the Cloud Sky Temple, would it make them cry bitterly if he died?

As soon as she thought of this, the crying lady grinned.

The smiling face was no different from a child's cry.

Conjuring the Spirit, tap forward.

People who are not familiar with the crying lady, when they see the silver glittering pen, in an instant, outline a blood-colored rose, they can't help but applaud their hands, admiring its painting skills vividly, and lasting in the air.

But if you have heard that the weeping judge of the Netherworld Sect will kill everyone beautifully, when you see that rose, you must be able to imagine that even if there is a life, it will disappear when this red flower blooms.

The blood-colored rose genus turns the virtual into reality, and every stroke embodies the inner strength of the crying lady.

The instruments of torture are imprinted on the human body, but they are only burned on the flesh and skin.

The blood-colored rose, on the other hand, will sink deep into the flesh and cut through the meridians.

At this moment, this blood-colored rose appeared on the back of Qi Difu's head, and the crying lady obviously didn't have much fun, she just wanted to take her life.

Although Qi Difu's strength and the ghost general are said to be half a catty and eight taels, but he is nearly sixty years old, and he is gradually unable to do so in the long-term fight, and the sneak attacks and harassment of the Netherworld Sect members in twos and threes have also caused him a lot of trouble, making him have a few more blood marks on his body, and he can endure for so long, completely relying on his love for Yuntianguan.

As the fight continued, the flail master was also unilaterally suppressing this Qi Difu fight, but unfortunately under its strong defense, he still failed to break through its defense line, causing fatal damage.

In this way, Qi Difu, who was already stretched, naturally had no strength to parry the crying lady who suddenly appeared behind him.

Between the lightning and the stone fire, I saw a blue and purple sword light wrapped in a white shadow and roared away.

The blue purple sword was against the blood-colored rose.

Boom!

In the void, there was a muffled sound of thunder and explosion.

This is the result of the collision of two domineering internal forces.

There is no way to know who will win or who will lose.

Because whether it is the crying lady or Qi Difu, they have disappeared in place.

Only the poor flail was affected by the qi waves of internal strength, although the iron flail was closed in time to block the vital point, but his right hand was not spared, and his palm was cut off by Qiqi.

How do you hold an object in a hand without most of the palm?

The right half of the iron flail, which weighed 100 catties, fell to the ground.

What followed was the five big and three thick flails, wailing at the top of his throat, "Ah——"

Two feet away, the crying lady stared at a middle-aged man who was a little thin in stature, but quick and energetic in action through her long hair.

This man's cheeks were thin, his eyebrows were like swords, and his eyes showed a fierce light, and the unkindness in his eyes had not changed since the moment the Nether Sect stepped into the Cloud Heaven Temple two years ago.

This person has been the Sixth Elder Qi Zhouling, who has always been scornful of the cooperation between the Cloud Heaven View and the Netherworld Sect, after Qi Tianshou and the eldest disciple Yun Liu.

Because of this, Qi Zhouling also received the key care of the Netherworld Sect, at the beginning, it was the Night Death and the Suo Ye who were together, inseparable, after the Night Death was taken away by Qi Hongli, there were always more than 20 Nether Sect members around him waiting for the opportunity to move.

As a result, among the people present, Qi Zhouling's body undoubtedly had the most major and minor injuries, and his Dao robe was already full of holes and red everywhere.

When the Netherworld Sect gradually reduced the number of sects, the pressure on the disciples of the Cloud Sky View dropped sharply, and the Cloud Sky View Elders were no exception.

After catching a glimpse of the crying lady appearing, Qi Zhouling left some thoughts on her.

When he saw the crying lady stepping in the air, he alertly smelled its gradually increasing killing intent.

As expected, the crying lady made a move towards Qi Difu, and Qi Zhouling decisively gave up the lock master, and rushed out from under the swords of the two members of the Netherworld Sect to save Qi Difu.

"Master of the Flail!" a roar sounded, and a figure of the same five big and three thick fell beside the Lord of the Flail and said with concern.

I saw that these two people were both with thick eyebrows and big ears, and they were both wearing open ink-colored undershirts, showing their strength.

If it weren't for the fact that one person was holding a large iron shackle in his hand and the other was holding a large iron lock in his hand, I am afraid it would be really difficult to identify the two people by their appearance.

"It is said that a long absence is better than a new marriage, Sixth Elder, we haven't seen each other for a long time, why are you still the same face, it's really annoying!" said the crying lady.

"It's right to be disgusted, I don't welcome demons and monsters in Yuntianguan, you thieves, you will die quickly!"

Qi Zhouling hated these demons from the bottom of his heart, and as soon as his words fell, he raised his sword and attacked.

Even if there were three people on the other side, there was still no trace of timidity in his eyes.

"Stinky old man! You cut off my brother's hand, and Master Suo wants you to fight with your life. Master Suo shouted angrily, and grabbed the big iron lock weighing more than 100 catties with both hands, even if he wanted to smash Qi Zhouling into pulp.

Suo Ye was furious for the flail master, but he completely forgot that Fang Cai had been fighting with Qi Zhouling for so long, and he had taken advantage of Qi Zhouling's excessive loss of strength when he was one against two.

At this moment, there was no threat beside Qi Zhouling, his mind was united, and he did not take a simple-minded and well-developed big man in his eyes.

A sword stabbed out was nothing but a false sting.

Suo Ye raised one lock to block the sword, and waved the other lock to attack, which seemed to be both offensive and defensive.

But he saw Qi Zhouling stretching his body in the air, doing a front somersault, and condensing his strength on his feet.

Drawing a golden hook, his body avoided the double locks, reaching a height that he could not reach, and then took advantage of the falling momentum to step firmly on the head of the lock master with a large watermelon.

At that moment, Jiang Yichen's eyes straightened, and he seemed to see Suo Ye's head, which would split open like a broken watermelon.

Unexpectedly, the hardness of the big head was still beyond his expectations, and it still grew intact on the neck of the lock master.

It's just that it can be clearly seen that in the mouth of Master Suo, blood is spraying like mist.

Then, I saw that the huge body flew upside down for several feet.

Boom!

smashed through the walls of the Tianxuan Hall and fell into the hall!