Haunting Ruge has long been weak, thousands of feet in the sky, Ren is an immortal cultivator with magical powers, no fire phoenix, no knowledge of stepping on the wind, how to travel the world?

Keep falling, keep falling, and eventually fall like the sky, the moment it lands, the bones are shattered, and the flesh turns into mud.

The so-called blessing is incomparable, but the disaster is not a single line.

It is this kind of situation, but it is a catastrophe for Hongmeng, only to see the sky outside the sky, covered with dark clouds, among which the purple thunder is shining, and then the earth-shaking anger is heard.

I'm afraid it's already a situation of ten deaths.

Is it the Hongmeng Tribulation that shatters the body, or the thousands of feet fall and fall into flesh, what's the difference?

After all, the Hongmeng Tribulation came first, and the Hongmeng Tribulation that Kui Mu Wolf resisted at the previous moment was nothing more than a purple thunder, or the anger of heaven and earth, and what fell to him like a song was actually three purple python wind thunder.

Three like bloodthirsty purple thunder pythons accompanied by the roar and thunder to chase the falling lingering song, although the lingering song at this moment is eager to live, helpless.

I once thought that after learning the white cloud swordsmanship, the avenue was completed, a psychic good sword, and I walked the rivers and lakes alone. If you meet the Mo family, you will meet it with a sword, and humiliate it with a sword, so that everyone in the world knows that Baiyun swordsmanship is even better than Mo Yu's swordsmanship.

God doesn't pity him, although he has no biological parents, but the white cloud and the dog are better than the father and mother who have never seen him.

Strict mother and loving father, teach him this book to lead him on the right path, what a satisfying life.

Indeed, the rivers and lakes are dangerous, even if the white clouds and dogs put down their fame and fortune, they will not be able to hide from the old hatred.

Who is that man in a red robe?

Drowsiness hit, and the body was heavy.

It doesn't matter what, it is counted as a child who is not filial, and the parents are not to blame after Huangquan.

No matter what, it can be regarded as a lover's affection, and you can't lift eight sedan chairs and nine good horses, so that you can pass through the door.

Baiyun Canggou, if he can, he is willing to follow the surname Bai and the surname Zhang.

Ren is the ancient wood forest in the west, and the ten thousand burials have not exploded in the chest and abdomen without a muffled sound; Ren is outside the Hanshan Temple, the ghost is still holding his head high, and he does not change his true colors.

Now, at the end of this life, tears have slipped into the corners of his eyes. Or it falls with you, it has not evaporated, and it falls on the earth, which makes people look up and wonder, there is rain on a sunny day?

Or the purple python wind and thunder skyfall, Wulin Yeshi can't remember this detail.

Grey dog?

Hehe, it turned out that he had never called him a father-in-law, but he was more called an ugly old man.

Canggou once said that between the world and the world, love comes first, and righteousness comes last. So who does he refer to for the righteousness of being ashamed of his feelings?

A Dayue Snow Silver Gun, once a flying general in Longcheng, a brave general that no one dared to go forward, why was he willing to give up his glory to enter the turbid rivers and lakes?

Dayue Snow Silver Spear, he was striving for a good psychic sword that was unparalleled in the world, but he forgot that in the land of falling flowers, there was a loyal servant waiting for the young master to return, so that it would return to glory.

Who is the man who comes to the land of falling flowers and drinks with the dogs, who is the man in the red robe?

I remember that his face was like a handsome young man, his long hair was not tied, the wind was blowing, and he was more chic than the heroes in the book. The sword, the sword, fascinated him, but he didn't dare to approach.

I remember him saying, "This son is gifted, and he will become a great weapon in the future." Why don't you join my command and be my thirteenth disciple?"

Thirteen disciples?

The man in the red robe?

A sword and a sword?

Ying Ruge opened his eyes in an instant, but at this moment, it was even more like nine thunderbolts, and he remembered that the red-robed man was really Yan Xiao.

The person he once wanted to take revenge on was really Yan Xiao!

Why him?

Why would a person who compromised his longevity, and would rather cultivate like sand between his fingers and slowly scatter, but also make him stand out, would be his biggest enemy?

Ridiculous, ridiculous!

Laugh at yourself and recognize the thief as a teacher!

Ridiculous, ridiculous!

Laugh at yourself for being stupid!

Ridiculous, ridiculous!

Laugh at yourself, there is nothing you can do.

Yan Xiao, Yan Xiao?

Ying Ruge remembered another incident, he left the Dusk Cold Building, determined to wander alone in order to obtain his own cultivation of the battle soul body, parting once asked Yan Xiao: "Shizun's sword once killed the seven evils of Hongmeng, so why didn't Shizun pass on my sword skills?"

Yan Xiao replied: "The sword of the teacher was passed on to your third senior brother, and the sword of the teacher was passed on to your second senior brother. ”

"Then the master may teach me the ability to be independent Hongmeng?"

"Ying'er, what are you learning skills for?"

"Revenge!"

"Ying'er, as a teacher, he once had a deep hatred across the sea, because of hatred, he killed his siblings and wives with his own hands, and he also had a rare confidant for thousands of years. After hatred, the body is like an abyss, and there is nothing else. Your life is crippled, and you are taught by your teacher to transcend the limits of mortals. However, the road is like Shu Road, and it is difficult for others to interfere in it, are you willing?"

"What the master taught, how is it with the top of Hongmeng?"

"Taught by the teacher, when you are successful, even if you are an immortal in the sky, you are just a fellow Taoist. ”

Wait for me to become a great immortal, an immortal in the sky, but a fellow believer!

Yan Xiao!

Ying Ruge is extremely eager to live at this moment, and she has an extremely strong obsession. I saw that he drove the Qiyuan in the middle of the body, gathered his right hand with his lifelong martial arts cultivation, and urged his eyebrows to immortal fate, moved thirteen years of ascetic precipitation, and gathered his left hand. What I thought in my heart was the figure of Ao Hongmeng who was dressed in a red robe and smiled with a sword and a sword.

I saw a transparent and void ice blue long sword in my left hand, entwined like mist and white gas

, holding a long knife with six rings in the style of a Tang knife in his right hand, the color is like a flame entwining the ghost qi of Hesse.

The swords intersected, the face was angry and murderous, and there was no more dead air before. The closed eyes opened in an instant, his brows were deeply locked, and he shouted angrily: "The King of the Mountain City, Destroy the Wheel and Slash!"

The sword cut out the crossed sword wheel and flew towards the three Heavenly Tribulation Purple Thunder. However, the force of the extreme counter-thrust made the body beat the chest like a heavy object, and the downward momentum increased by three points.

It was already a fight with the sky in this life, only to see the sword wheel collide with three purple thunders. The purple python wind and thunder roared by, like a fine sand and dust caressing the face, without any trace.

Despair!

Deep despair!

In just a moment, the martial arts immortal fate, the double cultivation is gone.

Fight before you die, and there is no way to do it, so you can only give up.

Looking back at the ordinary world, you can already see beautiful restaurants, and pedestrians on the road are like black-spotted ants coming and going. The ghost boy in his head, Da Lang, has also given up and is no longer struggling.

Or this book of life is also written here, just for the next life parents and brothers, a life ordinary.

The ghost boy Da Lang thought about this, although there were tears in the corners of his eyes, but he had no regrets.

"Brother Ying, if my younger brothers live to be fourteen years old, will they become talents?"

"Yes. ”

"If Brother Ying survives, will you take them as apprentices and make them become heroes as powerful as Brother Ying?"

Big hero?

Ying Ruge couldn't help but smile bitterly to herself, when will she be able to talk about the word hero?

Maybe the ugly old man Canggou, as well as the stepfather of the eleventh senior brother, they can be called big heroes, right?

"They will become famous heroes in the world. ”

"Brother Ying, thank you. ”

The voice in his head was slightly whimpering, and Ying Ruge also closed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, revealing a smile that seemed to be peaceful.

Suddenly, I felt that the Qi source in my body was burning hot, and Ying Ruge's face had a painful expression in an instant, and her whole face began to distort.

Why is it that the Qi source that was about to be exhausted is like an external spring water pouring into it, and it is even like a water bladder that is about to burst.

"Da Lang, you ······"

"Brother Ying, remember our agreement, manhood, it is an agreement between men. Thank you, brother, ······."

The voice of the ghost boy began to get weaker and weaker, and the balance between humans and ghosts began to be broken like the speed at which the balance tilted in an instant.

Lingering like a song, he could even clearly feel that Da Lang's small body was becoming transparent and mutilated.

His innocent and cute appearance gradually became terrifying, his white and tender little face began to become pitch black, and his eyes began to increase without white. Hair began to grow long and messy, fangs, nails, and ghost spots on the body.

Even though the appearance has been two extremes, there are still tears on the little face, and there is still a smile.

"Brother Ying, thank you, I'm so scared, but, as my eldest brother, I want to be brave······"

"Brother Ying, I'm really scared of ······"

"Dalang, stop ······"

didn't wait for the words to fall in his mind, but the fairy fate in the heart of the eyebrows was stabbed like a sharp cone, and the pain spread all over the body.

"Brother Haunting ······"

The figure of the ghost boy Dalang became completely transparent, until the whole image in the haunting song was completely cracked, transparent and silky, and finally completely dissipated.

Lingering like a song cried, the immortal ghost man in the three fierce worlds cried.

Ren is head is like an explosion of pain, Ren is body is like a fire and suffering, he hid his face with his hands and cried.

The three purple python wind and thunder were only five or six zhang away from the song, and this Hongmeng Heavenly Tribulation Thunder was like a spirit, and the giant python opened its bloody mouth, as if it was ready to swallow the ghost master of this twilight cold building.

Ying Ruge opened his eyes angrily, and the skin on his body turned into a bloodless white again, and his eyes were no longer black and white, like blood filling his eyes. The demon spots on the face reappeared, but it was no longer pitch black, no longer fiery red, but the faint glowing gold.

The white hair fluttered in the wind, the muscles behind it gradually protruded, and strange bones penetrated the skin and grew rapidly. Until the bones are transformed into wings, the muscle feathers are gradually covered, and the wings of pure white wings are formed.

"Poor man?"

The completely ghostly Haunting Song asked the purple python wind and thunder that fell from the Hongmeng Heavenly Tribulation, the heavenly thunder is lifeless, how can you hear it and understand it?

"Star Decisive - Horned Wood Jiao!"

Extend your right hand and index finger forward, lightly tapping.

With his fingertips as the source, a pitch-black dragon head with the same thickness as the heavenly thunder burst out, and the black dragon roared and flew towards the three heavenly thunders.

The black dragon's body gradually took shape, and rushed straight towards the purple python wind thunder in the middle, swallowing the heavenly thunder into his mouth in one gulp. I saw that the dragon, which was originally as dark as the night, flashed purple lightning in its body.

The black dragon that was hiding the Heavenly Tribulation Thunder quickly circled around in the air and pounced on the Heavenly Thunder on the right side of the haunting Ruge again.

"Star Decisive - Winged Fire Serpent!"

The left hand was also stretched out, and the same index finger was lightly tapped, and indeed a spiral flame that entwined the heavenly thunder was indeed turned around the side of the purple python wind thunder on the left. At the end of the heavenly thunder, the flame formed into a triangular snake head, spitting letters, and the body gradually tightened, and it died with the heavenly thunder.

Look at the black dragon with thunder and lightning hidden in its belly, roaring and biting the last heavenly thunder, but it seems that it is unable to do it, and it is dragged by the heavenly thunder and crashes into Yingruge.

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The pair of white feather wings behind Ru Ge flapped a few times, and his body flew to the other side, avoiding the thunder. The purple python wind and thunder had already taken Yingrusong as the bull's-eye, turned his head sharply, and still chased after Yingruge.

And the black dragon at the tail of the heavenly thunder, the heavenly thunder in the belly gradually expanded, and finally like a snake swallowing an elephant, it broke through the body and dissipated.

Ying Ruge's right hand shook forward, and invisibly turned into a Tang knife style, buckled with six rings, and the whole body was a snow-white long knife. The knife gradually wrapped around the pale gray qi, and finally wrapped around the blade.

"Mountain City Hades - Destroy the Wheel Slash!"

The voice was cold, like a ghost whispering, disdainful.

The void knife turned into a knife mark nearly ten zhang wide, and flew towards the attacking purple python wind thunder.

In an instant, it was like a cloud of smoke.

The pair of white feather wings were still flapping, and the knife in his hand was gradually dissipating.

Ying Ruge looked at his hands, such a feeling that he had never had before, I am afraid that he can really compete with the sky, the top of independent Hongmeng, the immortal in the sky, but the same way.

Just as the lingering song was still grieving the ghost boy sacrificing himself for his life, he heard a muffled thunder and shattered the tranquility, and he didn't wait to turn back, only to feel like Mount Tai was coming, and it was like the Yellow River pouring down.

The whole body is paralyzed, and there is no more intuition. The feathers of the wings are mutilated and show signs of fire, and the skin on the body is cracked in countless places, and the flesh is open, and white bones can be seen.

In the end, it is difficult for people to fight with the sky!

When the fourth purple python wind thunder dissipated, the fifth fell straight down, and then heard the muffled thunder.

It's really a lack of skills, and I'm ashamed of Dalang.

However, a red figure stood in front of him, and the man's left hand turned into a long sword as green as spring branches. I saw that he waved his sword in his left hand and pointed directly at the thunder, and the purple python wind and thunder automatically dissipated.

"Heavenly Daoist, this is the will of heaven?"

Are you asking the heavens? Are you asking the immortals in the sky?

Yingruge's eyelids have been closed, and the heavy sleepiness can no longer be resisted. Why did that strange sense of security arise from this person?

What did he say his name?

Maybe the last sentence he heard was "Yan Xiao is here, who dares to touch me in vain!"

When that sentence fell, I felt that the sun was still there, hitting my face, and it was very comfortable.

Besides, Zhongxi Hou's mansion in Jinling City, although it is several miles away, how can the naked eye not see the various colorful colors on the side of the sky, as well as the vision of this sky?

Zhong Xihou asked Hua Shaohong: "Life and death?"

"I'm afraid it's nine deaths, Master Hou, can you go through the catastrophe?"

Yan Hude asked, "Purple Python Wind and Thunder?"

Hua Shaohong frowned and shook her head, indicating that she didn't understand and didn't know.

"Good fellow, I was struck by lightning once, and I didn't die. was followed by three purple thunderbolts, ate all the thunder, and was finally struck by thunder again. Brother Ying is also a demon, and he can't die if he is struck by lightning like this?"

When Zhong Xihou heard this, he slowly sighed and said, "If you die, how can you be worthy of the title of immortal ghost man." If it is not a natural disaster, it is a man-made disaster. ”

"Man-made disaster, and someone else can control the thunder?"

Yan Hude pointed to the sky, Hua Shaohong didn't understand, and Yan Hude didn't explain.

Heavenly?

Someone?

Hua Shaohong is pondering, if the people of Hongmeng Realm can only see the scenery at a higher place if they keep moving forward, it is really good, but they have to go through a catastrophe to see the scenery at a high place, and the gains and losses are balanced?

He was a little sleepy, he thought of his brother, if one day Hua had no intention of facing the so-called catastrophe again, and took that step, maybe he would not change his color in front of this so-called purple python wind and thunder, and he would still be calm?

What's more important is that he may be as calm as Yingruge, or Zhongxihou?

"There is a lonely senior brother Shanjian, the master once said that he is his most proud disciple, but unfortunately, his temperament is too stubborn, but he has to fight with the sky in life and death. ”

"Dead, struck by lightning?"

Zhong Xihou looked at Hua Shaohong, smiled, and continued: "My father-in-law once said that if that senior brother lived in this era, he would not dare to lift his sword if he was that General Han, or he was black and impermanent. ”

"So, he's dead?"

Zhong Xihou shook his head and said something that made Hua Shaohong and Yan Hude dumbfounded.

"Counting it, that senior brother is afraid that he is 800 years old. ”

"Eight hundred years old? Neither a god nor a demon? How can you live to be eight hundred years old?"

"No, he died more than seven hundred years ago, but he's almost eight hundred years old?"

"Master Hou, is he alive or dead?"

Zhong Xihou shook his head and didn't say anything more.

Yan Hude sat on the steps, eight hundred years of life, how many mortals are reincarnated, such a life, can he be lonely?

He was suddenly curious, Yan Xiao, how long did he live?

"Don't guess, he's an old monster. ”

After that, Zhong Xihou carried the ice-blue Tingyu Sword and walked towards the gate by himself.

"Eh, you say, will Yan Xiao live for a thousand years?"

Yan Hude shook his head and explained: "Since Yan Xiao is from Daye, and Daye has been founded for eight hundred years. ”

Hua Shaohong felt bored, turned over, and continued to lie back on the roof to bask in the sun.

The King of Trick stopped behind Yan Hude at some point, his voice was still respectful, he couldn't hear his emotions, and he heard her say: "I heard that Fanbang also relied on iron horses to level this continent before Daye, and even included the lands of Northern Qi and Asai. Wolf King, don't you think it's ridiculous that dynasties rise and fall?"

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