Kunlun Mountain, on Lianxia Peak, a new ancient teleportation array, was re-established in the Valley of the God of War, not outside the Cloud Sea Palace, where martial law has been imposed, and ordinary elder disciples are not allowed to enter.

And this teleportation circle is not leading to the Ming Jade Sea where Kunshan Island is located, but to the Shushan Sword Sect.

This "bridge" is not built as Murong Yunyan wants, but some things are like this, and you can't let yourself do what you want.

What's more, what the current Shushan Sword Sect carries is the last hope of this realm......

In the Yunhai Palace, Murong Yunyan was examining the contents of a telecommunication flying sword, and the person who released these flying swords was Kunlun's eyes in this realm, and it was also her Murong Yunyan's.

A lot of information, a lot of gossip, can be used, almost nothing, but not useless, she can listen to the inner voice of the cultivators of this realm.

Many people are not very optimistic about the Daomen, and many people also want to go outside the territory to find another realm, where is it so easy to settle down?

Murong Yunyan rubbed his eyes, looked at the scene outside the Yunhai Palace, got up and stood up, and said to Xiao Li and Wen Wan'er who were waiting on the side, "Go down!"

The two respectfully responded with a salute, and then slowly withdrew.

With her eyes deflected and the corners of her mouth curled, she looked at the empty hall in front of her, and suddenly said, "After watching it for so long, won't Daoyou come out and let me see you next?"

There was no response, no flickering of light, only her own voice and breath.

Murong Yunyan's face did not change much, looking outside the cloud platform, holding a white jade teacup in his hand, he suddenly splashed out, the water splashed a little but it was very strong, and the moment when the phantom of light suddenly disappeared, it was the technique of hiding the sword in the void.

In the originally empty hall, there was suddenly a sound of ping-pong echoing, and when a mysterious person in a black robe staggered out, Murong Yunyan's eyes were already focused on him.

"I've always thought that after the sunset swamp, you will come to me immediately, and it seems that you came a little late!" Murong Yunyan poured himself another cup of tea.

The mysterious man wearing the three-character mask didn't say much, but answered with his own actions, which was a purple cold light that turned into a line!

But Murong Yunyan, who was cut into a void and disappeared, reappeared, drank the tea in his hand, and then looked at the black-robed man who recalled the magic weapon, only to see that in his right hand, he was holding a purple dagger.

"The Shang Alliance never forgives traitors!" the tone of the voice was extremely strange, but it was indeed the man's words.

A mask suddenly appeared in Murong Yunyan's hand, and the word "nine" on it could not be clearer, and when it was crushed by her, in the entire palace, there was only the sound of the mask turning into powder.

"I know!" she smiled......

A huge big black dragon suddenly let out a dragon groan, and a coercion that only existed in the transformation period suddenly crushed the foreign sea clan opposite.

"Array!" A middle-aged beautiful woman with only one arm, just after her scream, the ground exploded, and one after another broke through the ground and flew straight into the sky.

There was also a Kunlun disciple who suddenly flashed from the clouds, and instantly surrounded the exotic sea clan that was entangled with the thunder and lightning bat dragon.

The battle formation of the Kunlun clan has been opened, and the grinding disc style of play immediately makes the two exotic sea clans feel pressure.

One after another, sword light fell like rain, and the continuous wave followed the wave, not giving these two guys any chance to fight back at all.

Moreover, there was also a thunderbolt bat dragon constantly spewing out from the air, which immediately submerged it and disappeared.

Chen Yueling, as well as Daoling Daoqing, the two real people, were on one side, waiting for the final result, or only at the most critical juncture, would they come to the rescue of the disciples of the Kunlun Sect.

And in the entire periphery of the siege, there is also Wang Zheng leading the team to guard, which can be described as a tight fit, not giving people any opportunity to take advantage of.

As for the capture, as long as it is not an exotic sea clan above the robbery method, or a powerful demon clan of 100,000 mountains, the Kunlun team is confident that it will be captured.

So it didn't take long for the two exotic demon clans who were besieged and robbed to end up with one dead and one seriously injured.

Chen Yueling and Daoling Zhenren glanced at each other, and they already had the intention of closing the team, these days, in the White Bone Mountain, which had been silent for a while, it was like a beast that had just woken up from hibernation, and once again showed its sharp fangs at the Daomen, and began to frequently enter and exit the territory of Shu Mountain.

During the period when the Kunlun team was in charge of patrolling, they had already encountered each other more than once, and this time the results were great, and they actually caught a live one, which can be said to be a full load.

As for Li Xiaoyi, she was kneading her temples at this time, trying to alleviate a little headache, although Dao Ping'er had recovered from her injuries, she didn't want to contact these old men, so she let Li Xiaoyi do it.

So when the meeting was held to discuss this matter, only he was responsible, and if he really wanted to evaluate the various intrigues there, Li Xiaoyi didn't think it would be much easier than a life-and-death battle with a person with the same realm.

Exhaled a breath and raised his eyes to look at the sky, the scorching afternoon was really unrefreshing!

Li Xiaoyi put his hands behind his back and began to walk towards the Kunlun Courtyard, wearing a black robe and extremely bright frost and snow white hair, almost no one did not know him.

The disciples and elders of other sects can also say that as a member of the Shushan Sect of this sect, he has no good face for him, a dignified Dharma robber.

Even if you meet by chance, you should not see him, pass by quickly, or go in another direction.

This is not rudeness, but hatred, hostility, and even not wanting to see him at all, as for why, Li Xiaoyi naturally clearly understands that it is nothing more than Mu Jianchen's matter.

But in his heart, it is not that there are no waves at all, the most damned thing is Mu Jianchen, who is already dead, that hateful guy, who knows who the real murderer of Sun Jiaqi is, and is willing to bear this black cauldron, even at the cost of the reputation of Shushan Sword Sect, for what?

The more Li Xiaoyi thought about it, the more he hated, especially when he thought of the guy's last smug smile before he died, which made him feel an inexplicable sense of humiliation.

It was because he became a fool, and Mu Jianchen successfully transferred the black cauldron to his head, the real murderer, that is, Lin Yunyu......

Every time he thinks of this, Li Xiaoyi grits his teeth with hatred, why every time, he is planted in the hands of a woman, and there is no room to fight back, I can't help but say, it's really a sadness!

Sighing helplessly, Li Xiaoyi just walked to the central square of Shushan, the strange thing is that it is overcrowded today, and the voice is boiling.

Walking over and taking a look, Li Xiaoyi's bleak cloud immediately disappeared, and he suddenly smiled......