Don’t wait for prosperity to care for the things important to you.

At this moment, the aura of the square seemed to stop, and everyone looked at Zuo Tian, and they didn't know why they looked at it like that.

Just feeling it, they had to look at the teenager.

What is Heritage?

Nanfeng had heard such an explanation.

A child is born, and as he grows older, his elders grow older.

The child grew up by absorbing the spirit of their elders, and their elders slowly aged until they died.

It is then passed on to the next generation and continues forever.

And at this moment, he felt another taste of inheritance in Zhang Tie's words.

That young man, he will inherit the blood feud of everyone in Nancun, and live alone and embarrassed.

He may go through a lot of hardships and hardships, but in the end, he will take revenge on his enemies.

Ideals are always realistic.

He knew that as long as Zuo Tian agreed, the moment would be his death.

The man in black won't let him go.

He wouldn't let go of anything that threatened him, even if it was just an ant he didn't look down upon.

Because they are a kind of people.

It's a pity that Zhang Tie's character is destined for him not to see this.

Perhaps blinded by hatred, he only thought that this teenager could avenge them, and that he had the power to take revenge.

"I ......"

Sure enough, the moment Zuo Tian opened his mouth, Xueluo's eyes narrowed.

In his eyes, Zhang Tie obviously has greater value than Zuo Tian.

Although Zuo Tian is a cultivator, his character is obviously relatively cowardly, and if he turns into a powerful ghost, it is estimated that he is also the existence at the bottom.

Although his existence is a little strange and has research value, it is not enough to give up Zhang Tie as a prey because of him.

If Zuo Tian's death can destroy Zhang Tie's heart even more, I don't know what interesting things will happen.

The moment he made his decision, a cruel smile appeared on Xueluo's face.

Just as Zuo Tian's words came out, he stretched out his hand to cast a spell, when a roar came from the sky far away, above the clouds.

"Who is the demon, who is committing murder in my Qingyunmen realm!

But seeing that the word retreat seemed to contain great power, Xueluo's spell was interrupted, and the woman's body was even more unstable, and she stumbled and almost fell from the sky, but fortunately she stabilized her body in time.

When those two words entered the square, everyone only felt a fresh breeze blowing in their faces.

The ghost on the other side of the square was holding his head and howling, and the weak ghost exploded and died the moment he heard the word.

"Oh no! It's the primordial power of the human race!"

The woman exclaimed.

Damn it!

Blood Luo's face was even more ugly.

He waved his hand, only to see the ghost spirit flag behind him spinning and quickly shrinking into his hands.

And when the ghost spirit flag was shrinking, the powerful ghosts that were released also rose into the air one by one into the ghost spirit flag.

Seeing that the original black and shiny flag of the magic weapon in his hand became dim at this time, he obviously looked like he had lost his spirit.

I don't know how many powerful ghosts I lost in the Divine Mind attack just now.

Blood Luo put away the ghost spirit flag with some distress.

With an inexplicable guidance, everyone looked in the direction of the big green mountain, and Xueluo and the woman also seemed to be aware of it, and turned their heads to look at that place.

Daqingshan stood there dullly, as if a sleeping giant had awakened in vain.

A long rainbow that pierced through the sky galloped out of the great green mountain, like the divine sword out of its sheath.

Changhong is rolling the power of heaven and earth, and the wind and clouds are gathering.

In the eyes of everyone, even heaven and earth seem to have lost their color at this moment.

Blood Luo's face changed greatly, and he held a pitch-black long sword in his hand when he raised his hand.

The woman also took out a weapon, a sparkling thin sword.

Changhong was still in the sky a moment ago, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared above the heads of Xueluo and the woman, carrying an unstoppable might, and slashed at the two!

"Drink!"

The woman let out a soft shout, pulled out a sword flower casually, and then suddenly connected the dots, only to see several white lights flashing, forming a mysterious formation in front of her and rushing towards the slashed Changhong.

Xueluo was not as fancy as a woman, I saw him raise his body, grab Changjian with both hands, and slash down with his burst of shouts the moment Changhong fell.

"Boom!"

The earth shook and the people under the earthquake were unsteady, and their eardrums hurt.

There was no time to worry about themselves, and everyone looked at the center of the battle.

The visible air flow stopped for a moment before the explosion, and then there was a "boom" explosion.

The air flow was completely furious.

The woman below was hit by the impact, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

His body slammed into the ground like an arrow that had been fired.

"Boom!"

The smoke cleared, and the woman jumped out of the smoke, blood dripping from the corners of her mouth, and the veil on her face fell off at some point.

The stunning beauty that everyone envied by the world was once again exposed in front of everyone's eyes.

She didn't care about this, and took off again with a frosty face, standing beside Xueluo.

Although Xueluo's performance just now was not as unbearable as that of a woman, he was bleeding from his mouth at this time, and his hands holding Chang Jian were shaking involuntarily.

"Bai Meng, are you okay?"

The woman didn't say anything, just stared at the top of her head, and Xueluo didn't look back, obviously knowing that the woman was fine.

At this time, the people underground saw the true face of the Changhong.

I saw a Qingfeng sword levitating above the heads of the two of them.

The sword is three feet long, and there are mysterious lines engraved on it, and the blade that is as thin as a cicada's wings flashes with a cold light, and the tip of the sword is facing the two of them, resounding with a crisp sword sound.

It seems that in the next second, he will fall and cut off the heads of the two.

What a sword!

Xueluo secretly praised in his heart, but he didn't dare to be careless.

At some point, an old man appeared in the sky, looking at the man and the woman, his brows furrowed.

With his frowning, his originally somewhat kind face gave people a sense of not being angry but threatening at the moment.

He was dressed in a pale cyan robe, and his snow-white hair was tied up high, and the ends of his hair were naturally brushed around his waist.

The gray brow floated in front of his eyes like a winter snowflake.

A gust of wind blew, and the eyebrows and beards rose with the wind, and the smell of fairy wind bones overflowed.

"God...... This is the fairy!"

The next person cried and fell to his knees with a "plop".

"Old fairy, everyone is saved!"

One after another cries were heard.

All the villagers threw away their weapons and fell to their knees.

"O gods, save everyone. ”

"Our village has been killed by these two demons!" the villagers below cried, completely losing the courage of the murderer just now.

Zhang Tie looked at this old man in disbelief, after all, he had experienced the nightmare of Blood Luo and Bai Meng, and he no longer dared to judge good and evil by the appearance of a person.

It's just that when he saw the cloud pattern on the old man's sleeve, he showed ecstasy on his face after repeatedly confirming the old man's face.

Ancestor!

This is the Ancestor!

Although his heart was excited, he did not shout, and like all the villagers, he dropped the big knife in his hand and fell to his knees.

Seeing the captain like this, the others no longer doubted him and knelt down one after another.

Hear the movement below.

Nan Liancheng glanced at it, and his brows furrowed even more.