Ma Xiaoyan suddenly remembered something, and her heart was a little worried, "Master, before me, how many senior brothers did we have in Jiuju Mountain?"

"Seven. This time, Fang Liang didn't rank Fang Mao's identity again, and there was any hesitation to hide it, "The first four, before going up the mountain this time, you must have known." Li Xilian ranked fifth, followed by Zhang Yi, Fang Mao, "

Ma Xiaoyan sighed softly, "There is a transfer person in Class C and Class B, named Ren Pingsheng; this person has a personality and never gives up easily; I don't know if he is still on the mountain?"

She was afraid that the master who lived in seclusion might not remember the new face who had been in the class for less than three months, so she deliberately emphasized it. During this time in the mountains, Ma Xiaoyan pinched her fingers and counted the time. According to what the master said nearly a month ago, tonight, those who go up the mountain, whether they have the opportunity or not, will be "sent" out of this secret realm of the sea of clouds.

Look at the sky, there are less than three hours left.

Ma Xiaoyan secretly screamed that it was a pity. If it weren't for Ren Pingsheng's calculation more than ten days ago, and giving the comment of "Yin Gold Carving Yang Wood", he might not have been able to follow the almost imperceptible clues in that wordless city that was like being in the ancient wilderness.

She and Shen Gongjie entered the secret realm for the third time before, and the wordless city was still on the eve of the war, but this time it was earlier, so it was lucky that someone sent food to the city gate, and the three of them fished in troubled waters, and were able to enter the city to avoid the scourge of war. When I wandered around the city, I also went to the corner of Beihai Lake, the lotus pond in front of the red mansion in the forest, and even stopped by the pond to enjoy the lotus for a long time. Ma Xiaoyan's heart rippled constantly at that time, and she felt something. At that time, I listened to the storyteller who knew everything about the allusions of a city, and the reason why this lotus pond was not connected to Beihai Lake was because it was a gold mining pit thousands of years ago. Moreover, in the layout of a city, it is located in the Xinjin direction, which is compatible with Ma Xiaoyan's pro-wood life palace, and it is also a pro-wood fortune in the current year, so she didn't think much about it at that time.

The people who broke the city, the three of them were all "killed in battle", so until they were kicked out of the secret realm, the three of them found nothing.

However, once Ren Pingsheng gave the derivation result of the "Yin Gold Carving Yang Wood", Ma Xiaoyan was like an initiation, and suddenly realized.

So no matter how heavy the hexagram is, she Ma Xiaoyan has taken a big advantage.

As for going up the mountain alone this time, it took a lot of time, whether it was to find a way to enter the city, or to be coerced and stuck in the battle. Ma Xiaoyan, who was working hard, was actually anxious, for fear that she would delay again and again and miss the deadline given by her master.

However, in the end, a few hours ago, the city was breached by the madmen. In the panic of the crowd, Ma Xiaoyan took advantage of the chaos to get out and got her wish. It's just that this opportunity was obtained, and the little woman not only had no joy at that time, but was very sad.

When the ancient trees came out of the water, the city was full of life.

Therefore, Ma Xiaoyan, who retreated with her whole body, did not comfort herself a little until she saw her master who was already waiting here, after all, it was just an illusory secret realm, not real.

At least in order to stabilize her Dao heart in the future, she can only think about it.

That junior brother who has insight into the heavens, how could he not get his own opportunity!

Ren Pingsheng's eyes were dark, but his mind was instantly clear, and he suddenly noticed that the speed of the fall suddenly slowed down. Ren Pingsheng remembered the results of the deduction in the Sun Shadow Ferry last time, his heart sank, and he quickly opened his eyes.

Sure enough, the sea of clouds hidden in this no thunder pond was shattering piece by piece, just like his original rune boat! The crumbling and flying clouds in front of him were all very strange and a little familiar.

If you take a few of them and put them together, you can put them together to form a part of some kind of ancient totem.

Ren Pingsheng was overjoyed, he really had nowhere to find the iron shoes, and it took no effort to get it!

It's just that the wind whirring in his ears is getting louder and louder, and Ren Pingsheng is shocked by his situation;

How? The twilight above your head, stepping on the void, and not yourself, even if the Sorrowful Sky Sword is close at hand, you can't reach it, you can't get it in your life!

Just now, because he didn't realize that he was actually at the totem gate of the sea of clouds, Ren Pingsheng didn't deliberately calculate the special time flow here. But now that I think about it a little bit, I roughly estimate that more than ten days have passed in the time of Xuanhuang World!

The great monk who practiced qi and sword dao and entered the abyss, not only did he have no mana on his body, but he also only had a scabbard in his hand.

The sea of broken clouds finally gradually dissipated, scattering idle clouds in all directions, and Ren Pingsheng tried his best to put together the last bit of spiritual power in his heart, looking at the qi exploration one by one. There's no way there's anything hidden in the clouds anymore.

Looking at his feet, he didn't see the ground approaching rapidly, only a piece of Hongmeng Qi was lifeless.

Ren Pingsheng sighed. The last time I was in the Sun Shadow Ferry, that time I fought to damage the merits of this heaven and earth for a hundred lifetimes, there was still a trace of flaw after all!

The calamity contained in this mysterious exotic sea of clouds should have belonged to the current Taoist academy classmates, Zhou Cheng and Zhong Chengshu, or rather, the two sect masters of Bangong and Mo Zhong many years later. Since the two of them didn't come, the only qi machine that appeared in this sea of clouds was the Sorrowful Heaven Sword that circulated here, which could be regarded as robbing and killing Ren Pingsheng's fortune, and he was implicated in this sea of clouds.

And now the sea of clouds is shattered as scheduled, but the Sword of Sorrow is still nowhere to be seen!

The whole world, when the clouds and smoke have dispersed, the obscurantist void under the feet, suddenly like a child's stone throwing mirror lake, a ripple opens, the rhythm of the qi machine does not stop, and in an instant, it sets off a wave of qi that overturns the river and the sea.

The surging tide of the qi machine cut the entire Hongmeng barrier in the center, and the two worlds quickly converged at the place where the barrier was broken.

The gap of fusion, first appeared a cloud of mist, the palace of Qionglou Yuyu. On the rooftop of a towering palace, there are two gods and men with golden bodies, leaning on each other, moving non-stop, and they are doing some kind of behavior that will be disrespectful for the rest of their lives.

On the line between life and death, Ren Pingsheng can't care about that much.

The opening of the Hongmeng barrier is getting bigger and bigger, and it cracks to the edge of the sky in an instant, and the entire Hongmeng sky, of course, is gone. The place where the Loutai Palace Que below was located was another sea of thunder and lightning. The golden body of the god on the high platform is naked; under the bright and solid golden skin of the man, there is the clear texture of the tendons, which is strong and powerful; under the crotch, the heavenly roots stand upright, and the yang is flowing like electric light. The golden body of the goddess of the woman, generally tall, with the same golden skin, but it was similar to that of a woman of the world, with towering mountains in front and undulating hills in the back, and ravines in between, unfathomable.

The two gods and men fought endlessly, chanting non-stop, and when the heavenly root entered and exited the Xuanqi Gate, there was the thunder and lightning slurry born from the combination of yin and yang, which continuously left a high platform and formed a flowing spring and waterfall; under the waterfall there was a sea of clouds like a heavenly lake.

This cloud-root thunder pool, which is like a big lake, overflows in all directions, seeping into the cracks of the sea of clouds, and the eddy of the sea of clouds is entangled, and the thunder and lightning slurry finally converges into another thunder pool under the distant clouds like a spider web, and Ren Pingsheng has been trapped in the purgatory place several times in his life.

Ren Pingsheng, whose sagging momentum was almost at the limit, saw that the wide thunder pond lake rushing towards him; the slurry was thick, and the heavenly fire was condensed; trapped in this thunder pool molten slurry, this furnace that had just opened the mansion and entered the abyss, could there be a wisp of green smoke left?

I can't imagine that the place where I am buried in my life will be the place where the absurd Lei Gongdian Mother is obscene!

Before approaching the surface of the Thunder Pond Lake, the blazing air was already flourishing, and Ren Pingsheng's original fire mansion with deep thunder and fire was once again burst out of flames, and it was out of control. There is no need to look at qi, and even under the condition that the monk's divine power has been exhausted, he has already felt the rapid depletion of which immature wood mansion in his body; even the water mansion that originally stabilized the fire mansion at the end of the water mansion is rapidly shrinking and drying up; not to mention the golden pit that has just improved a little, but it has been killed by the fire mansion......

Ren Pingsheng finally raised his head and glanced at the white jade platform that turned over the clouds and rained and the thunder waterfall flowed straight down, and his eyes were fierce.

Taking advantage of a trace of clarity in the confusion of his soul, Ren Pingsheng had a certain feeling in his heart, from the thunder pulp waterfall.

When the talisman of a warm tree nest talisman in Ren Pingsheng's left hand broke, he sandwiched the talisman into the page of the yellowed ancient book in his right hand with lightning speed. It was a gamble of a dead horse as a live horse doctor, and he did not wait for the result of sacrificing this talisman, but immediately grabbed the scabbard with his free left hand, and handed a sword to the vast thunder pool that was about to pounce on his face.

Perhaps it was the last sword in this life, he did not use the Sorrowful Heaven Sword Technique, but the sixty-four swords of Tai Chi moved mountains and looked at the sea.

The end of the scabbard touched the thick slurry of the surface of the Thunder Pond Lake. It's just that the surface of the lake has not been punctured for half a minute, and this woody and pure wooden sheath has not been ignited by the thunder pond fire.

At the moment of the sword move's mana, Ren Pingsheng saw that the contact at the end of the sword scabbard had a solid and condensed qi barrier, which isolated the blazing heavenly fire of that thunder pool.

A dangerously tall nine-story pagoda rises from the ground in the thunder pond at the moment. Fortunately, that way of moving mountains and looking at the sea was originally a clever move to use the power of people and alien shapes, otherwise this time, Ren Pingsheng, who fell from the sky, was bound to collide with the nine-story pagoda. Even if you don't crash to death, you have to end up bleeding.

The nine-story pagoda and the white jade platform are adjacent to each other. The pair of thunder mothers who were burning with passion and in dire straits finally noticed the young man in green shirts standing at the steep spire not far away.

Ren Pingsheng had no intention of watching other people's affairs, taking advantage of the fact that the two towering golden bodies of gods were not in trouble, and looked down at the waterfall facing the audience, where he had been inducted before.

In the thunder rapids, a thing as small as a matchstick is being radicalized against the current. The thunder pulp waterfall is not stopped, and the "match stalk" is constantly impacted; there is quite a momentum of fighting a fish to die and the net is broken, and it is endless!

However, in the face of the powerful thunder waterfall, he said that the "match stalk" was a grasshopper shaking a tree, and the mantis arm was a car, which was a big lift.

After a long absence, Ren Pingsheng loved and pity. Don't stay in the box, why are you running here to compete with this dog man and woman?

Is it shameful?

I have never eaten pork, and Ren Pingsheng has also seen pigs run away. Sixteen-year-old man, who has not smelled the lingering smell of the lingering smell between his trousers after he woke up......

Yun Gen Gongque, which originally only belonged to the world of the two gods, suddenly had a strange man; Lei Gong was okay, he was stunned, he was a little more masculine, and his waist and crotch were even more iron-clad. How could it be that Lei Mu was embarrassed and unbearable, so she subconsciously withdrew and retreated.

Yin and yang separated, and the entire Thunder Waterfall suddenly turned into sourceless water.

The "match terrier" suddenly got out of the way, shooting up like an arrow from the string! Ren Pingsheng swept forward, and firmly grasped the sword that could be shot to the white jade high platform in his hand.

At this time, the black iron sword bar seemed to be deeply human, and the blow was fruitless, and the sword body buzzed and trembled.

Ren Pingsheng ignored the commotion of the sword strip. was trapped in that shameful spring for half a month, and he couldn't stand it. The first thing the sword was in his hand, Ren Pingsheng hurriedly inspected the hilt of the sword.

The old silk thread that wrapped around the hilt of the sword was undamaged!

Ren Pingsheng breathed a sigh of relief.

A green shirt on the edge of the white jade platform suddenly jumped up, like an arrow and swept back to the nine-story spire.

Rao is like this, the thunder light sacrificed by Lei Gong in anger still flashed against the soles of Ren Pingsheng's feet, and a pair of solid boots sewn from the fur of some kind of alien beast on the Mountain of No Return were instantly burned to ashes.

Ren Pingsheng looked up at the thunderous golden body of the god, and sneered, "Lao Tzu is barefoot now, are you afraid?"