The mountains are hollow, and the aftermath is lingering. The sunlight piercing the clouds crisscrossed the golden lines in front of the valley www.biquge.info the dark green mountain shadows were engulfed by the dazzling golden light.

Ling Ranzi saved the yin poison of the holy devil with a red pill, this poison magpie has been studying for hundreds of years and has not found an antidote, so he had to come to Ling Ranzi with a cheeky face, but he was turned away.

The mountains overlap, the layers of peaks are accumulated, and the majestic mountain shadows are reflected in the water, delicate and swarthy, just like a long dragon flying on the surface of the water. The calm water of the lake then emitted large and small water lines, and the large water lines were covered with small water lines, expanding in circles and circles.

Dozens of beautiful saints splashed in the water, and the calm surface of the lake was like thousands of fierce beasts fighting, wrestling with each other and tumbling down, splashing all over the lake, and a mist soaring.

Chixiao sat by the lake with a smile and watched the saints frolic to their heart's content. Shook the fan twice, and there was a smirk.

"Is the Holy Ancestor playing with us?" The white shadow draped in light veils swam close to the bluestone by the lake, and the water-drenched pretty face raised a burst of light mist and haze.

Chixiao bowed down and stretched out a jade fan to gently cover the hair of the saint's face. "Go play, the Holy Ancestor will protect you."

Two red clouds floated on the saint's cheeks, and her snow-white fine teeth bit her bright red lips, and her heart was beautiful. smiled slightly, and a shy flush appeared on her white and tender face, which was even more shy and cute.

The white waves rose, and the saint fled away. There was a splash of water, and Chixiao's clothes were gradually wet.

The lake stirred up joyful waves, and the mood of the red sky was also as jubilant as the waves.

Since Ling Ranzi came, Chixiao no longer focused on cultivating casting, except for daily cultivation and sitting. It's more about playing with these maids.

A loud bell echoed through the airspace.

Chixiao slowly raised his head, his blazing eyes staring at the red cloud in the sky. In a flash of ten years, how did the "Juxian Bell" suddenly ring.

Without a big event, the Holy Sword Mountain will not gather elders. Chi Xiao stood up hesitantly, snapped the fan face together, stepped into the airspace, and fled towards the Holy Soldier Palace.

The green and green peaks, the dangerous peaks are standing, the strange rocks are craggy, and the milky white cloud veil floats on the mountainside, like a fairy dancing gently. The waterfall that flows straight down, fluttering with long white shirts, and the long tail veil curls up and pours down the mountains.

The light and shadow of the Dao Dao shuttled in the glow, and quickly fled towards the huge aura on the peak. The blue light in the ring is shining, and the majestic giant hall is covered with a golden veil like cicada wings in the golden glow, covered with mysterious colors.

In front of the halo, there were already Holy Ancestors, all of whom had gloomy faces, looking up at the ancient temples in the glow.

Chixiao blended into the Holy Group, found a few familiar Holy Ancestors, nodded, and gathered together silently.

In the temple of the Holy Soldiers, there is a mist of incense wafting around, and the night crystal lamps are a little gloomy and dim, which looks strange, and the strong fragrance and dimness suppress the mysterious atmosphere.

Dozens of dragon piers were filled with incarnated fourth-order elders, their faces seemed calm, but their eyes were full of evil energy.

"Yao Zu, the Jiongshi in the town of 'Enthalpy Jiongfeng' has lost its prohibition." The Son of Heaven bowed deeply and half-knelt in the airspace. The blue tendons on the forehead were exposed, and it could be seen that he was suppressing the anger in his heart.

Some of the elders in the hall gathered in shock. For tens of millions of years, few saints have climbed to the peak of "Enthalpy Jiong Peak", and it is recorded in the holy scriptures of the Holy Race that there are only eight times, and the Holy Clan has cast eight holy soldiers. The most recent person to enter the peak was the one hundred and ninth generation of Holy Ancestor Wandering Soul Son.

"Is the 'scorching fire' still there"?

Yao Zu's heart palpitated, and he pressed the fingernails on the crystal case and scratched it, and the surface of the case cracked with slender nail marks.

The elders lowered their heads, and terrible voices echoed in their ears.

Cangtianzi bowed to the ground, trembling slightly, and his voice became hoarse. "Seal Open".

Yao Zu hung up the frost on his face. There are three qi of yin and yang in the holy realm, and only the yang qi is sealed by the ancestors in the scorching peak, scorching peak, and enthalpy peak. Among the three peaks, only the Yang Qi in the enthalpy peak is the most refined. The theft of the flame of the enthalpy peak does not affect the cultivation of the Holy Clan, but it is necessary to find out where the flame is.

"Cangxingzi".

"The disciple is here". Cang Xingzi hurriedly knelt in the airspace.

"Ask the Soul Clan and give an explanation to the ancestor."

"Yes". Cangxingzi rose into the air and turned around and walked out of the palace.

Yao Zu was silent for a moment, and his eyes swept around. "That's it, go back to the Holy Sword Mountain."

All the Holy Ancestors stood up in unison and bowed deeply.

The peaks of the Nine Souls Mountain are high cliffs, and the knife-cut stone walls are sandwiched between bottomless mountain streams. Gusts of wind poured out of the stream and rolled down the abrupt stone walls on both sides.

Standing a hundred miles away, you can see the aggressive fog peaks that have collapsed, and the mountains and seas are surging. Faintly heard the roar, shining silver light of the mist band, embedded in the gray and blue mountains, pouring down from the top of the mountain, crashing into the surrounding rocks, flying flowers and broken jade, rising a hundred feet high fog tide.

Kenmako stood in front of the golden shuttle, and a dazzling brilliance reflected behind her. His face was red from the sun, and he was red to the roots of his hair, and his nostrils were wide open due to his inner excitement, and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead.

"Senior brother, don't feel guilty. The past is irreversible." The Sword Saint retracted his stunned gaze, he didn't expect that the sword back then would only slash the Nine Souls Mountain.

"I'm sorry, Holy Monarch, Holy Moon!" Jian Zhenzi held the holy bag in his hand, why didn't he kill the soul man with a sword back then.

Jian Lingzi was silent, since she escaped, she had learned much more well-behaved. Now looking at Nine Soul Mountain, I feel uncomfortable, and my feet are cramping when I stand there.

"Senior brother, let's go"!

Kenmako bit her lip tightly, and deep wrinkles stretched outward from the corners of her mouth. No one can understand how deep Kenmako's pain is. The Holy Monarch's Hall was wiped out, and the most proud disciple of the Holy Gentleman and the Holy Moon Son did not even escape with a trace of soul, and the grandson was also crazy. A vein that Ken Mako had cultivated over tens of thousands of years was destroyed at the hands of the Soul Person. Jian Zhenzi's heart was so painful that he was bleeding every day, otherwise why would he have to see the Nine Souls Mountain with his own eyes when he left the Soul Domain.

The Sword Saint walked up behind Jian Zhenzi and gently patted him on the shoulder. "Let's go"!

Jian Zhentie's face was blue, the green tendons on his forehead swelled, and he turned around and escaped into the light shuttle.

The blue light flashed, and the thousand miles disappeared into the afterglow of the setting sun.

The Sword Saint Son stood in the clouds and sunset, and suddenly felt the desolation pervading his whole body, and his mood was thinly cold. I don't know if I feel that when I look at Nine Soul Mountain, my face can't help twitching a few times. Turn around and escape into the shuttle, and escape into the air.

The sky is as red as drunk, setting off the deepening twilight, and the Nine Souls Mountain floats in the evening breeze, and with the cool mist of the twilight, wisps of mist are surging down and dancing with the wind. An indescribable poignant beauty gradually dimmed in the shadow of the setting sun.

Poof! On the rocky mountain stream, the gray-white mist was knocked out of the slender fog hole by the shadow of the flowers. In a flash, three hundred miles away, Qin Yue stood in the shadow of the moon with a flower shadow.

Looking back at the Nine Souls Mountain, he snorted with a small mouth. "What's the big deal, if you say you're going to let people go, you're going to let people go. There is no reason at all".

The dark mist rose upward, pressing the shattered mountain tops, and the black and miserable exuded a misty atmosphere.

There was a faint hazy light in the distance, and a ray of light that was about to disappear was erratic. A holy shadow stepped on the last bit of blue and walked into the dark mountain field.

Qin Yue's pretty eyes lit up. "Sister Anran, I'm here."

The jet-black and shiny hair fell over Ning Bai's shoulders, flying away to cover half of his face, and a bloody eye was revealed between the black smooth brocade, staring at the holy shadow at the top of the fog.

The black hair flew up. Looking up to the sky and roaring, a lightning bolt was like a snow-white sword, waving in the black and oppressive sky, surrounded by a hazy mist, which was cut into tofu pieces by this lightning. Five black claw shadows grabbed Qin Yue's throat in the lightning.

Qin Yue's expression of joy had not yet unfolded, and the claw shadow had already arrived in front of her. A pearl light flashed, and Qin Yue floated out like a white butterfly shadow.

He retreated dozens of feet in a row, his chest ached, and a fishy breath rushed into his nose. Qin Yue never imagined that the always gentle Ran would suddenly be such a killer.

"Sister, you ......".

Qin Yue exclaimed again, her little face turned red, and the fishy breath rushed into her mouth, almost not spurting out.

With a single blow, his left foot rests on the void. The airspace trembled slightly, and the 10,000-point ring light swayed from under his feet. In a moment, the shining ring wave trapped Qin Yue. The waves rose thousands, and thousands of crystals rushed to the center of the waves.

Qin Yue's face turned pale with fright, and she wanted to run away, her feet seemed to be stuck in the air. had to hurriedly condense the battle shield. It was too close, and before the battle shield could take shape, the huge wave turned into a pearl of ten thousand hulls and shot on the void shield.

Poof. The shield shadow disappeared, and Qin Yue fell in the pearl rain. In the midst of the crisis, the "Flower Shadow" closed. Pieces of remnant flowers burst out in the pearlescent light, and Qin Yue appeared three hundred miles away. Tom sat in the airspace, his eyes trembling.

Wow! Qin Yue could no longer suppress the fishy breath in her mouth, and spurted out a stream of essence blood, and the dark clouds in the near sky were dyed blood red.

Qin Yue didn't care about the pain, and immediately woke up from her shock, although she couldn't understand why she did this. What else do you want. The shadow of the flower opened and closed, fleeing into the distance.

The black shadow flashed, and it appeared beside Qin Yue, this speed was too fast. Qin Yue didn't have time to think about it. Ge Ying slashed through the air.

Qin Yue felt a cold light flashing above her head, and her skull was icy, as if it had been split by Yige.

With a wave of the jade wrist, the jade hand reflects the green waves, and it is like a transparent jade ring reflecting the light.

This one is slashed on the arm, and I am afraid that the entire holy body will have to be cut off in half.

Instead of slashing at his arm, the shadow exploded with green light. Countless afterimages were shaken out, and Feige was bounced back into the air.

His bloody eyes burst into red light, his figure paused, and he retreated unconsciously.

Qin Yue's nose was out of the small flesh forest, and her whole arm was numb and unconscious, grinning, shaking her sour arm, feeling that her arm was empty.

The shadows of the flowers were separated, and the afterimages appeared hundreds of miles away. Qin Yue still dared to look at it, and her cloak escaped like a little madman.

A black light flashed in front of him, and Qin Yue's head immediately became cold. Blooming appeared hundreds of feet away.

Qin Yue was so frightened that she stretched out her little tongue and shouted "Mom" in a low voice!

The pearl light burst open, and the two saber-toothed tigers let out a long roar and kicked their hooves violently.