Chapter 16, Heavenly Dao and Demon Dao

The light and shadow in the tower of Bliss are messy, the tower surface shows Ning Rouran's huge figure, the singing woman is full of bright light, and under the background of the music, the mournful singing voice floats leisurely in the sky above Yujing:

“...... You're gone, and I'm still here.

The Spirit River is gone, and the sound of the water is like the whisper of a lover.

Yun'er left quietly, revealing the eyes of the stars.

It looks at me, it looks at you, it looks at your sorrow, and it looks at my tears......"

On the square outside the Tower of Bliss, the fans who had no chance to enter the tower frantically sent out the "meteor charm", and followed the female singer to hum the song "The Eyes of the Stars" in their mouths, and the colorful "meteors" flew all over the sky, leaving brilliant light marks in the night sky, crisscrossing the dense layers, like a brocade, gently enveloping Yujing.

Yan Ying sat in the tavern, looking through a window at the boiling square. Everyone went to the Tower of Elysium, and the tavern was a little deserted, with no more than ten guests, some drinking and smoking, some farting and chatting, and some bored playing monster cards, and making ridiculous quarrels from time to time.

Yan Ying retracted his gaze, tightened his clothes, retracted into the seat, and raised the wine glass in his hand, the sake in it reflected his changed appearance - the thick beard covered his thin cheeks, and the deep wrinkles between his eyebrows made him look ten years older, the only thing that remained unchanged was the eyes, dark red and shiny, like the embers of fire.

He was waiting for someone, and the other party was late, but he was not anxious, because there was still singing to be heard, he closed his eyes, and tapped softly on the table with his fingertips, and if you looked closely, the rhythm of the beating matched the song precisely:

"The wind has left, and the clouds are still here.

Time is gone, and the bell rings like a lover's cry.

The universe pulls down the veil, revealing the eyes of the stars.

It looked at the clouds, and at the rain, at the wandering of the clouds, and at the teardrops of the rain.

I hug the stars, and it cries in the evening breeze;

I'm kissing its eyes, I'm wiping its tears away.

Come back, my love, and don't cry like a star......

The song drifted like a cloud, and the huge cheers drowned out half of Yujing.

Yan Ying opened her eyes, as if she had woken up from a dream, a little stunned, and turned around to look out the window. The huge face of the female singer appeared on the Tower of Bliss, and she was already in tears, choking up and saluting the crowd.

The demon stared at the woman's face, slowly closed his eyes, raised his glass and drank it all, he lowered his head, his forehead touched the table, and the cold feeling entered his mind, calming his boiling thoughts.

The tavern suddenly fell silent, and someone sat down across from him, and the demon looked up in a daze, stunned for a moment, and his drunkenness swept away.

The man across from him was thin and haggard, with black hair, and he took off his trench coat, revealing a well-fitting light gray suit. Everyone in the tavern stared at him, and they disdained the noise of the Tower of Elysium, but the man in gray took everyone's senses.

The man looked at Yan Ying, took his wine glass, filled it with his hand, drank it all in one go, frowned and said, "It's really unpleasant!"

Yan Ying was silent, her eyes rolling mechanically, and she swept over the tavern from left to right - the drinkers were stunned, time stopped, and they were all locked in by a strange force.

Yan Ying's five fingers tightened, and the Yuan Shen built a long causeway to resist the impact of the "Heavenly Dao Soul Suppression". His gaze turned to the man with difficulty, cold beads of sweat sliding silently down his back.

"What about Shen Tuying? ...... idiot," he muttered to himself.

"Don't blame Shen Tuying," the man seemed to hear him, "the dead should not be condemned. ”

"You killed him!" Yan Ying said stiffly, "When?"

"Five days ago," the man paused, "in Mystery Mountain." ”

"You took his memory?"

"I'm also surprised," the man's gaze looked out the window, "I didn't expect it to be you." ”

"Congratulations," the demon was expressionless, "you've finally found me." ”

The man narrowed his eyes, looked at him and whispered, "At first, I wondered, why did you ask Shen Tuying to meet here?" now I understand......" He looked at Ning Rouran's shadow on the big screen, "You still love her, right?"

"No, there are a lot of people here," Yan Ying's eyes turned cold, "The vast sea of people is the best cover." ”

"Don't rush to argue," the man raised his index finger, "the more you argue, the more you care." ”

"I don't care about anything. Yan Ying raised her face and looked at each other coldly and arrogantly.

"Oh," the man leaned forward, "do you care about your mother?" Yan Ying pursed her lips, her voice empty and cold, "Why should I answer you?"

"Because you are my son," the man exhaled bitterly, "no matter what you become, you are our son." ”

Yan Ying sat there, his eyes not moving at all, like glass marbles without luster, and after a while, he said softly, "You told Yan Mei that I killed her?"

Yan Xuanji picked up the wine bottle, filled it with "really unpalatable" wine, took a sip, and shook it gently while holding the wine glass: "I never said it, she guessed it herself." ”

"What about you?" Yan Ying fixed his eyes on the other party, "What have you thought all these years?"

"Regret," Yan Xuanji's fingers shaking the wine trembled imperceptibly, "that day, I should have killed you when we met." ”

"It's not too late. Yan Ying leaned back slightly, a mockery on her face.

"I'm going to kill you, you're already dead," Yan Xuanji looked at him for a while, "You know, why haven't I come to you for more than ten years?"

"I don't know!" The demon replied simply.

"Because of your mother!"

"Oh?" Yan Ying remained silent.

"People say I don't participate in the Battle of the Stars because I'm sad, yes, I'm sad, but I'm more angry. I want to kill the demons and destroy the demons, but I can't do it, before your mother dies, beg me not to kill you......" Yan Xuanji looked out the window, his eyes were distant and melancholy, "She is too naïve, she always thinks that you have been instigated by the Heavenly Sect to join the Demon Dao, she has always believed in you, in her heart, you are still that smart and sensible child......" He looked back at the demons, with a self-deprecating wry smile, "I didn't go to Xingyuan, because I was afraid, if I met you, I would definitely not be able to help but kill you." Of course, I would love to do that, but it would be against your mother's wishes. I feel guilty, so I can't kill you, angry, afraid, guilty...... The cycle was like a whirlpool, and I was trapped in it and couldn't get out of it, so I could only hide on Nanming Island, and let the world laugh and abuse. In their opinion, the Heavenly Dao is invincible and should be fearless, but they forgot that even the Great God of Hongmeng had lost his son. ”

Yan Ying wanted to speak and stopped, he rolled his eyes and swept indifferently across the tavern.

"Don't worry," Yan Xuanji said coldly, "They can't see or hear, today is a private conversation." ”

"You should stay on Nanming Island!" Yan Ying seemed to be muttering to herself.

"There is only one reason for me to leave Nanming Island. ”

"Yan Mei?" snorted the Shadow Demon, "she did it herself. ”

"She's your sister. Yan Xuanji raised his eyebrows.

"I don't have a sister," Yan Ying looked at him tiredly, "You must have forgotten who I am?"

"You are Vermilion Bird Yanying, my only son," the Heavenly Daoist drank the bitter wine in his cup, "forever, even if you die." ”

"Innocent!" Yan Ying sneered.

"Tianzong, where am I?" Yan Xuanji looked directly at the demon disciple, "Take me to meet him!"

"He's not available!"

"I don't care if he's free or not, I just want to get back the Elephant Snake Yuan Bead. ”

"If you can't get anything, Fang Fei and Yan Mei will die," Yan Ying said faster, "You will die alone on Nanming Island, turning into a ridiculous stone, looking at the sea day and night." ”

Pop, Yan Xuanji slapped the table, the dark red pupils were like dripping blood, and the surrounding gold edge was slowly circulating, like a resurrected flame, melting the bright gold ring.

Yan Ying's gaze did not flinch, he inherited his father's pupil, which is an extremely rare bloodline, derived from the fire god Zhu Ming, called "Vermilion Bird Yang Sui", this kind of eye is discerning, once it enters the state of "molten gold", it can ignite the objects it sees and burn the eyes of opponents.

Crack, there was a slight crack in the wine glass on the table, and the crack continued to extend, passing along the wine glass to the tabletop, the table was torn apart, and the crack continued to extend, bypassing the Yan family father and son, tearing the floor, tearing the wall, splitting the counter, splitting the dome...... It soon spread throughout the tavern, and at first glance, it looked like an open piece of porcelain, cracking and constantly cracking, revealing a strange beauty.

Facing the opposite father and son, the dark red of the pupils faded, and they were all filled with gold, flowing and flowing, like dripping, and the air was scorching hot, and there was an unpleasant scorching stench.

Bang, the door of the shop was slammed open, and several young men and women, dressed in fancy clothes, with bells and whistles on their faces, giggled at first, but soon felt bad, and they put away their laughter and looked around in horror.

Waves, the wine glass exploded, turned into thousands of porcelain pieces, paused slightly, and shot in all directions. Father and son didn't move, and the splinter bounced off them, swept past the stiff drinker, and shot a boy in the doorway, who fell, a striking splash of blood blooming on his chest.

The boy didn't have time to scream, the tavern had exploded, not only the walls and roof, but also the wine jugs, cups, lamps, tables and chairs...... Everything in the room was shattered to pieces, reduced to tiny shards, and whizzed everywhere with no less force than a bullet flying sideways. Not to mention that the drinker is stiff and immobile, even if he acts as usual, he can't easily dodge.

Yan Xuanji shook his body, and the Heavenly Dao disappeared. The hurricane swept around, and the drinkers, waiters, boys and girls, all rose with the wind and threw themselves into the distance, and the flying debris was blown to pieces, and soon the potential energy was exhausted, and Ding Zerodang scattered all over the ground. The injured boy struggled to sit up, subconsciously touched his chest, and found that the porcelain piece had been taken out, and the wound had healed, leaving only a slight red mark, which could still prove the danger just now.

Suddenly, the sky was dark and noisy, and the boy raised his eyes to see that a black gas shrouded the sky, and thousands of electric lights rushed into the depths of the black clouds, like a spirit snake dancing wildly, and the black clouds fell downward, like the blood plasma of the night demon, flowing down the void.

Yan Xuanji was busy and saved everyone in the tavern, and easily healed their injuries one by one. But when he freed his hand, he found that Yan Ying had already slipped away in the chaos.

Between the shadow demon's breaths, he rose to a height of 10,000 meters, and the demon feather robe fluttered in the air, like a bird and a butterfly, hiding his figure and melting into the night like water.

If he were someone else, he might be able to get out, but his opponent was Yan Xuanji, the fastest flying person in the world.

The Heavenly Daoist stomped his feet, jumped up to the night sky, the sword light under his feet sprayed thin, like a frightened rainbow leaving a shadow in the autumn water, this flying sword is a relic of Zhu Ming, the leader of the ancient and modern flying swords, called "Liujing", which means flowing time. There is nothing faster in the world than time, and Ziwei's fastest flying sword is "Liujing".

Among the demons, Yan Ying's flight speed was unmatched, but it was much worse than the "flowing scene", and in an instant, the rainbow shadow was ethereal, the sword roared like thunder, and Yan Xuan's figure was in a trance, passing by him.

Yan Ying stopped castration, and his figure emerged from the darkness, his stealth method was only useful to ordinary people, and it fell into Yan Xuanji's eyes, clear and clear, as clear as the sun and the moon.

The Heavenly Daoist also stopped, his posture was casual, and his momentum was ordinary, but as soon as he stood there, the demon disciple felt that there was no way to escape.

Yan Xuanji looked at his son, and countless thoughts whistled through his mind...... I still remember him holding his newborn baby and humming a hypnotic tune, I still remember him holding the boy's little hand and proudly walking through the long street of Yujing, I still remember him waiting anxiously outside the Tianxuan Courtyard until he saw his son's name appear at the top of the green list, and I still remember him and the handsome boy walking on the seaside of Nanming Island, looking up at the endless starry sky and discussing the mysteries of the universe...... The memory is frozen in the first meeting after Yan Ying's demonization, he can't believe that the man in black in front of him is his son, his face is pale and terrifying, his eyes are as cold as ashes, and when he speaks, he makes a sound that can make the heavens and the earth collapse.

"You'd better get out of the way!" Yan Ying pulled out the brush.

"Xia Ying?" the Heavenly Daoist looked at the pen and muttered, "It was built by me, the pen is the jade tree of the ruthless sea, the pen bucket is the Xia stone of the ruins, and the pen head is the feather of the yellow eagle, I handed it to you with one hand and taught you to write the first spell in your life......

"Nonsense!" Yan Ying's pen gestured, hundreds of "Xihe Explosion Talismans" drilled out of the tip of the pen, the first one had not exploded, the last one had been written, and the firelight sprinkled all over the night sky, like a chess piece dropped by the gods, omnipresent, omnipresent - his pen speed reached the peak, and he almost stepped into the realm of the Heavenly Daoist.

Yan Xuanji was not in a hurry, took out his pen and waved it lightly, the firelight in the sky disappeared, and the spell that could destroy dozens of buildings was written off by him.

The Shadow Demon hurriedly retreated, and the cold voice of the Heavenly Daoist came from his ears, it was a lot of complicated and subtle spells, words and words overlapped endlessly, buzzing into one breath, countless spells turned a thousand times, and finally turned into a thunderclap: "Burn!"

A round of sun lit up in front of Yan Ying's eyes, and a huge fireball rolled over, just like Hongmeng's chariot, leaving the Beidou Divine Palace and driving inexorably into the mortal dust.

Yan Ying retreated while waving his pen, and countless runes rushed towards the fireball, causing a dense and deafening explosion. The fireball seemed to be enraged, twisted and deformed, burst suddenly, and rushed out of the nine fire dragons, shaking their heads and tails, roaring in unison, surrounding him from all directions, and the slender dragon body was connected to each other, entangled left and right, impenetrable, and endless, turning into a raging cage, horizontal over Yujing, illuminating the bustling city as if it were day.

Yan Xuanji's Heavenly Dao Secret Technique, fusing spells and incarnations, powerful divine consciousness injects every spark, every fire dragon has life, they draw great power from the vast universe, and have almost infinite power.

Yan Ying was trapped in the lock, rushing left and right, and countless spells were issued, all of which disappeared in the roar of the fire dragon. The flames followed the hurricane, spinning around him at high speed, and the fierce high-temperature molten gold fossils, Yan Ying's body was in it, as if he was in an ancient oven.

"The ghost of Huangquan!" the demon screamed, and a black and vast fog gushed out from the tip of the pen, surrounding the surroundings, surging and undulating, condensing into a huge human form, faintly, in a trance, it looked like his projection on the flames, slender and slender, and his demeanor was outstanding.

"Scatter!" Yan Ying's pen twitched, the shadow suddenly dispersed, the physique became smaller but the number increased, from hundreds to thousands, from thousands to thousands, countless, slimy, rampage everywhere, the fire shrunk. New shadows are constantly differentiated in the run, two lives are two, two are four, four are endless, the physique is getting smaller and smaller, the number is increasing, chirping, the sound is like a ghost crying, jumping up and down, faster than the birds, densely crowding every inch of space, like a black frenzy, greedily swallowing up the bright flames.

The ghost of Huangquan, as the name suggests, hides water in the soil, and the water incarnation and the earth incarnation are fused with the doppelganger technique, after a miraculous fusion, breaking through the shackles of Taoism, incarnating into tens of millions, and the ghost is longing. Yan Ying's divine consciousness was infused into it, and every ghost shadow possessed his will, revealing his outline, as if his shadow was spreading over this heaven and earth.

The "ghost" is somewhere between existence and nonexistence, not soil or water, it looks more like a cold swamp, but it is empty when it fights, but once it pounces on the body, it is immediately viscous and difficult to get rid of, and the highly toxic liquid corrodes everything, and it can devour a giant dragon in the blink of an eye.

In the Dao Demon War, where the "Huangquan Ghost Shadow" passed, there were no bones of the Daoist, and the notoriety of the "Shadow Demon" spread all over Ziwei from then on, making people frightened.

The fire dragon roared angrily, the fire shrank sharply, sneered, the "cage" cracked a gap, the ghost shadow broke out, and the black pitch set off a monstrous wave, holding Yan Ying to the cusp of the storm, undulating and surging, running vertically and horizontally, the chirping ghost cries were connected, and countless shadows flowed wildly, jumping and jumping towards the crowd of onlookers in the air.

Seven or eight men and women were caught up in the Black Tide, and their flesh and blood melted in an instant, turning into thick black water. The rest of the spectators were scattered, turned around and ran, but the speed of flight was far from enough, the chirping ghosts were like in their ears, and the surging black tide was like the shadows of everyone, unable to get rid of it, unable to shake off, and suddenly lifted upward, countless ghosts jumped high, turned into a row of huge waves, and slapped the crowd viciously.

"Lei Ying Baji!" Yan Xuanji's voice was like a gust of wind, and a bolt of lightning tore through the sky, thick and long, like a giant sword of a god, piercing into the black tide with majestic power, and the lightning scattered in all directions, ruthlessly cutting through the galloping ghost.

Like a demon cake, the Kuroshio twitched violently and let out a terrible scream, it reluctantly let go of the crowd, turning around and hitting the lightning, and the darkness and light collided head-on, provoking a dense and piercing sound.

The crowd was frightened, but they couldn't bear to be curious, and flew into the distance to continue watching. The electric light prevailed, and the Kuroshio was shrinking, and the electric light shuttled freely in the Kuroshio, like a group of churning white dragons.

Looking closely, it was not an ordinary electric light, but many shining figures, all of them with their eyebrows exposed, their facial features clearly visible, and they were dressed in neat suits, which were the incarnation of Yan Xuanji.

A "Yan Xuanji" faced a ghost, turning into a pale and fierce lightsaber, piercing the black strange shadow and cutting off Yan Ying's divine sense. The ghost screamed incessantly, and the ghost disappeared

Yan Ying's situation is worse than that of the ghost, Yan Xuanji's spell is like a rainstorm falling, the speed of writing the talisman is incredible, the rune light envelops the demons, and the momentum is like the starry sky cracking.

The demons wrote a talisman to fight back, while flying backwards, sweeping past a tall building, the gesture swept past, the "Snake Moon Slashing Talisman" was like a giant scythe of death, and a large piece of golden light cut off the building. The Taoists in the building are like bees that have exploded their nests, scrambling to get out of the building, crying and shouting and fleeing everywhere.

"Move!" Yan Ying wrote out the "Move Mountains and Reclamation Talisman", grabbed half of the building, and threw it at his father.

Yan Xuanji didn't dodge or dodge, the electric light all over his body skyrocketed, the whole child rotated at great speed, lightning injected into the hurricane, turned into a shining drill, accompanied by a thunderclap, and hit the broken building head-on.

The building was shattered, and the wreckage was wrapped in the hurricane, dense layers, overlapping, forming a pale black pillar of wind, condensing lightning and flames, squeezing towards Yan Ying.

"Come!" Yan Ying's pen pointed to the sky, and the remaining ghosts gathered around him, running wildly around the demons, chirping and chirping, turning into a deep whirlpool, like the devil's huge mouth, letting out a low and terrifying roar.

The wind column burrowed into the whirlpool, chaos dominated everything, impacting, rubbing, tearing, squeezing, large pieces of matter turned into fine dust, hundreds of explosions occurred at the same time, tightly huddled together, compressed into a roar that could not last long.

The pillar of wind was exhausted, the whirlpool lost its power, the father and son of the death match were exhausted, the faces of both sides emerged from the floating dust, and the golden pupils were like fishing fires floating on the sea in the vast night.

"Too Yin Eclipse Day!" Yan Ying sent out a "Yin Eclipse Talisman", collided with Yan Xuanji's round light, and sneered to the side.

"Condensing Light and Breaking Shadows!" As soon as the Heavenly Daoist's gesture was retracted, the light of the "Round Light Talisman" dispersed, and the "Divine Sword Talisman" spit out the tip of the pen, and the two charms were transformed seamlessly and hummingly, and the fiery red sword light cut through the dust, pierced the ghost, and quietly drilled into Yan Ying's left chest.

The two figures passed by, the blood flowers bloomed in the air, Yan Ying staggered downward, like a fallen leaf, and hit two spins in a row, the speed accelerated, and he hit the ground with a bang.

He clutched his chest, trying to plug the wound, but it was in vain. The "Divine Sword Talisman" not only pierced the flesh, but also added a hole to his Yuan Shen - the flesh and blood injuries were still tolerable, and the injuries of the Yuan Shen could not be borne by anyone.

Yan Ying took a breath, the wound hissed and bloody, and he gritted his teeth slightly, trying to struggle. I didn't want to have severe pain in my limbs, and there were a few more chains on my wrists and ankles, which were dazzling in gold and white, and went deep into the ground, passed through his flesh and blood, and nailed him to the ground alive.

Yan Xuanji floated down, the chains slid slowly with the tip of his pen, and the muscles on Yan Ying's face twitched violently from pain.

"Yan Ying!" A voice suddenly sounded, clear and mellow, refreshing.

The demon rolled his eyes and looked at the woman not far away. Ning Rouran was dressed in the costume of the performance, with a lot of pearls and jades all over her body, her long dress was scattered on the ground, her eyes were wide, and the expression on her face was heartbreaking.

The two have been separated for ten years, but when they meet again, it is such a scene, looking at the man who has been thinking about it for a long time, Ning Rouran's heart set off a tsunami, anger, pity, sadness, confusion, resentment and sorrow, love and hate...... Countless emotions rushed up, annihilating her consciousness and dragging her into a whirlpool of pain, endless idling, involuntarily, the world came to naught, forgetting where she was.

"Get out!" Yan Ying's voice made Ning Rouran feel like falling into an ice cave, the man's gaze did not stay on her face, he slowly swept around, but saw people surrounding, holding a talisman pen in his hand, his eyes were full of rage, if his eyes could kill, he would definitely be broken into pieces.

"I see," Ning Rouran was empty, something was gently sucked away, and all emotions turned into bitterness, "He has forgotten me." ”

"Ask you one more question," Yan Xuanji looked directly at the demon, "Tianzong, where am I?" Yan Ying lowered his head and said softly, "It's a pity. ”

"What a pity?"

"Just a little bit. Shadow Fiend sighed abruptly.

"What do you mean?" the Heavenly Daoist frowned and looked at the other party puzzled.

"Almost," Yan Ying looked at him mockingly, and suddenly laughed, "You almost killed me." ”

The corners of Yan Xuanji's eyes twitched, his thin face turned blue, he was silent for a moment, and said slowly, "This is what you want to say?"

"That's right!" Yan Ying looked at her father, and the smile in her eyes deepened.

"You want to die so much?" Yan Xuanji asked in a slumber voice.

"The sooner the better. Yan Ying closed her eyes in weariness.

Yan Xuanji nodded and said in a deep voice, "Okay." The tip of the pen pointed downward, and suddenly the sword flashed. Ning Rouran's heart was beating sharply, and she blurted out, "Mr. Yan." ”

Yan Xuanji glanced back at her, a tragic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he pursed his lips, shook off his big stride, walked in front of Yan Ying, and gently raised the brush.

Snort, the green light flashed, Yan Ying suddenly disappeared, and in front of Yan Xuanji's eyes, the injured demon disciple disappeared, leaving only a mess of blood.

The Heavenly Daoist of the Vermilion Bird was stunned for a moment, and an exclamation sounded all around. Yan Xuanji swept around, stomped on the ground with his left foot, and the "Flowing Shadow" screamed and jumped into the sky. His eyes widened, his eyes looked far away, his divine sense was inextricably linked, forming a net of heaven and earth, and he soon caught the breath of the shadow demon, and the breath became lighter and weaker, and it was moving away at a rapid speed.

Yan Xuanji chased after him with his sword, and soon found a black shadow, shaped like a deep mist, wrapped in Yan Ying and blending into the night, its movement was amazingly fast, Yan Xuanji was in a hurry, and he couldn't get close.

In the blink of an eye, the two sides flew over a hundred miles, and the Yujing below was like the reflection of the stars, floating in the water, and disappeared in a flash. Yan Xuanji caught up with the black shadow, with a wave of the brush, thousands of lightning bolts burst out of thin air, zigzag and galloped, shooting forward, and when they reached the back of the black shadow, they twisted into a strand and turned into a snow-white pillar of light, sneering and hitting the black shadow, sparks splashed, like silver and snow.

The black shadow shook and fell sharply, falling hundreds of meters in an instant, ten meters above the ground, and the castration slowed down, as if a feather could not float. The black qi faded away, revealing Yan Ying's figure, the demon's face was as white as paper, and the wound was still bleeding.

Yan Xuanji pressed the sword light, turned his head to look, and the ruins and broken walls were endless, showing a disgusting rust color.

"Forget the ruins?" Yan Xuanji raised his eyebrows, and the electric light surged in all directions, startling countless black shadows, flying and running, and escaped in a blink of an eye.

Yan Xuanji stared at the distance, snorted coldly, and shouted, "Come out!"

When there was silence, he sneered, and a boy came out of the darkness, his white feather coat was spotless, his long pure golden hair was tied into a ponytail, his face was handsome and fair, and he was impeccable, but there was no brightness of a young man in his eyes, but there was an indescribable gloom.

"You are ......" the Heavenly Daoist felt that the boy seemed familiar.

"Yan Xuanji," the boy smiled, "You just forgot about me?" Yan Xuanji was only stunned, frowned and said, "Tianzong me?"

"Good eye," the boy stilted his thumb, "worthy of being a good student of mine." ”

"This is Huang Qin's body?" Yan Xuanji looked at the boy.

"That's right," Tianzong said with a smile, "It's very good." Yan Xuanji nodded and said, "It seems that the rumors are true, you have mastered the mystery of 'iQue'. ”

"If I had a choice, I didn't want to use this body to meet you," Tianzong looked at himself, "I don't like Huang Shili's son, I prefer Canglong Fang Fei, his body is tailor-made for me, and it fits incomparably from the inside out." ”

Yan Xuanji snorted and said, "I'm not interested in who you like, I just want to get back the 'Elephant Snake Yuan Bead'." He paused, his gaze grim, "And your dog's life." ”

Tianzong sighed and said, "Yan Xuanji, you are still so naïve. ”

"Childish?" Yan Xuanji furrowed his eyebrows, "Who are you talking about?"

"Respect for the enemy is the sign of maturity. ”

"!"

"Respect is the only way to understand, and understanding is the only way to overcome," Tianzong blinked, "In order to win, you must be close to your enemies,"

"Nonsense," Yan Xuanji sneered, "I'm not here to listen to you. ”

"It's not preaching, it's a fact," Tianzong looked at Yan Ying, "He is a ready-made example. With a wave of his hand, Yan Ying fell back to the ground, leaning against a broken wall, his eyes dim, looking at Tianzong, I muttered, "Great Demon Master......"

Yan Xuanji's heart tingled, the fingers holding the pen tightened unconsciously, his eyes turned, and suddenly he saw Tianzong and I staring at him, with a hint of mockery in his eyes: "Do you know why I took the risk to save him?"

Yan Xuanji pursed his lips and didn't answer, and Tianzong continued: "Because he is your weakness, he can make you sad, make you crazy, and make you fall into real despair. ”

Yan Xuanji's eyebrows trembled, his pupils burned, Tianzong I didn't know it, and continued to talk: "Yan Xuanji, you are a very good opponent, since you were a student, you have caused me a lot of trouble. It's quite difficult to kill you head-on, and even if you are defeated, superhuman speed will allow you to escape. Your only weakness is that you are too emotional, and your feelings for your loved ones are your biggest fetters, which can make you hesitate and hold back, no matter how fast you fly and how far you fly, in the end, you will return to your loved ones. ”

The fury tore at his nerves, Yan Xuanji's nails sank into his palms, and the flesh was blurred, but Tianzong's words had a strange magic that made him angry and made him can't help but want to listen to it. He realized that Tianzong I was telling the reason why Yan Ying had fallen into the demon, which was the biggest question in his heart and the biggest frustration in his life.

"I wanted to kill Yan Ying, but I didn't feel that was enough," Tianzong said lightly, not caring about the Shadow Demon's feelings at all, "That will only provoke your anger, but it won't destroy your fighting spirit, so I waited patiently for the bird to grow and become a real eagle." After a long time, you have poured more effort into him, have more bonds, and are inseparable from each other. The closer the connection between flesh and blood, the more painful it is to cut. I took on the form of a different character, naturally haunting him, provoking his ambitions, encouraging him to chase victory, arousing his curiosity about the devil's way, and letting him taste the joy of breaking taboos again and again. After continuous efforts, it finally came to pass, and he took the initiative to find me and asked to join the Demon Dao. You've tried it too, and no amount of blows can shake his loyalty to me. He is my sharpest sword, as long as he lives, he can see the blood and make you feel painful, he is your inner demon, no matter how fast he flies, you don't want to escape. ”

"That was before," Yan Xuanji said in a loud voice, "that he is alive and that is my inner demon." ”

"That's why I showed up," Tianzong smiled, "I won't let you kill him." ”

"Then I'll kill you first!" Yan Xuanji raised the brush, and the spell poured for thousands of miles, the fiery red runes overlapped endlessly, and the huge energy surged in it, like a giant ** that ignited the fuse.

Tianzong also pulled out the brush, the speed of writing talismans is not much better than that of the Heavenly Daoist, his vitality is mixed, both his own demon Dao vitality, as well as the Canglong vitality before entering the demon, and the white tiger vitality of the host Emperor Qin. The characters are colorful, green with white, white and blue...... The tip of the pen gushes out in shape, forming a river of spells, flowing mightily towards the opponent.

The speed of the two of them is too fast, between flashes, hundreds of spells have been completed, the former spell has not yet taken effect, the latter spell has been restrained, although the spell is invalid, the invalid rune permeates the divine sense, enduring, one by one, rushing and jumping, interpenetrating, you have me, I have you. What's even worse is that the old runes have not disappeared, and the new runes are pouring in, and the words between the two are full of words, like a jeweled balloon, blowing bigger and bigger, and swelling endlessly.

was so evenly matched, Yan Ying was fascinated and almost forgot the pain. But from the beginning of the fight, the two people on the field are like two stones, all the power is concentrated on the tongue and the tip of the pen, the incantation is chanted like the wind, the tip of the pen is twisted like electricity, the two continue to come up with the spell and put it into the pen, the spell has not been completed, and it has been cracked by the opponent, just like being robbed of the bowl for eating, and being taken away from the cup for drinking, and so repeated thousands of times, it is simply suffocating and crazy.

Countless spells were written, but none of them worked, and the oblivion fell into an eerie silence, and the fleeing darkness sneaked back again. Yan Ying's scalp was tingling, and he felt faintly uneasy, he subconsciously widened his eyes, and soon found out the reason - the abandoned runes were not extinguished, and he was full of spirits, flying around, looking for other runes, and constantly piecing together new runes, but before they took effect, he was vigorously knocked apart by the opponent's runes, dividing and merging, coming and going, which was more complex and changeable than "Longwen War Chess".

The two of them were caught in a two-front battle, guarding against unfinished spells and ineffective runes, no less complicated than holding down thousands of fleas with ten fingers.

After holding each other for a few more seconds, Tianzong shook his body and moved half a step to the left. The strength between the two had long been tense to the limit, and a small step upset the balance. The runes were bright and starry, and the spells were patched together, like a little spark, detonating a huge oil barrel.

The loud noise shook Yujing, the shock wave rolled up the flames, and when they met the two of them, they separated left and right, and bypassed them in a gray way, but they were not so polite to Yan Ying, and the firelight mixed with gravel smashed over.

Yan Ying couldn't move, there was nothing to do, seeing that her body was shattered, she suddenly heard a sound of waves, the fire hit something, and bounced back violently, and the inverted air wave brought the flames to the sky, like a huge torch, illuminating the ruins as bright as day.

What saved him was a layer of miserable green talisman aura, like a transparent bubble, surrounding him. This is the "King Kong Imperial Tribulation Talisman", the top defense talisman, Yan Ying thought to himself that his eyesight was not bad, but he didn't find out when Tianzong did it.

Before he could figure it out, there was another earth-shattering bang in his ears, colorful bright light filled his eyes, and the shockwave threw him into the air, falling into a raging hurricane, like riding a Kunpeng to soar upward, the lightning was thick and long, the fireball poured like rain, the talisman was bombarded repeatedly, and the green light fluctuated violently, as if it shattered at the slightest touch. Yan Ying was shocked, and suddenly her body shook violently, and the bubbles flew far away, and she suddenly got out of the hurricane.

Yan Ying fell into the darkness and quickly saw the situation clearly. After the balance was broken, all the discarded runes took effect, and thousands of spells gathered between Tian and Yan, each of which was amazingly powerful, and this time it erupted at the same time, and the mushroom-like clouds bloomed angrily in the ruins, and the ruins flew into the air, and they were torn apart by the spell in an instant.

Yan Ying continued to float downward, her eyes searched hard, and soon found two faint shadows, close to each other, like shadows, appearing and disappearing in the strong light, suddenly falling to the ground, and suddenly rising to the top of the air wave, like a flying fish in a fountain, starting a gorgeous dance. The "Divine Sword Talisman" and the "Circular Light Talisman" alternated alternately, and the long sword light and the round divine light collided at high speed, stirring up dazzling sparks and making a palpitating crisp sound.

Yan Xuanji's figure blurred, and many lightning shadows were differentiated, at first it was still a human form, but soon it became bigger and smaller, longer and shorter, turning into a fierce dragon, a tricky snake, into a flying sword and a sharp spear...... Half of the sky surrounded Tianzong me, and the other half rushed towards Yan Ying.

"Tianyi Water Mirror!" Tianzong's voice floated out of the chaos, and countless water droplets emerged out of thin air, gathered together, elongated and widened, and turned into mirrors of all sizes, either flat and smooth, or uneven, mixed with many gold wires, like the blood vessels of the human body, spreading and stretching, covering the entire mirror, passing through the swinging void, connecting all the water mirrors, forming a huge network extending in all directions.

The water mirror wanders around, blocking electric phantoms everywhere. When lightning hits the water mirror, it is either reflected back, or it enters the water mirror, and it flows along the gold wire, and after the refraction of the water mirror, the energy is repeatedly attenuated, and finally comes to naught——

Thousands of water mirrors formed a strange barrier, seemingly extremely weak, but it blocked the indestructible lightning outside, and Yan Xuanji tried his best, but he couldn't go beyond half a step.

"Come!" Nanming Island Lord shouted wildly, and the scattered light and shadow gathered around him, layer upon layer, swelling and knotting, turning into an angry giant that stood up to the sky, burning blue and white fire all over his body, his eyes sprayed with lightning chips, and his hair stood upside down, like a shining wild snake, its face was different from Yan Xuanji, more rugged, more majestic, like the great shore projection of the Heavenly Daoist above the canopy, drowning out the starlight overhead, and trampling the entire Yujing under his feet.

The water mirror was not idle, it turned into a whole and turned into ten giant mirrors, divided into eight directions, surrounded by the great magician, floating and drifting.

"Go!" Yan Xuanji pointed with the tip of his pen, and the "giant" stepped into the giant mirror. The silhouette of the human figure disappeared, and the electric light flowed in the water mirror like a great river, and soon covered all the mirrors, and the electric light did not dim, but became brighter, and the water evaporated rapidly, and the water mirror continued to shrink.

Tianzong and I waved the pen, the water mirror came to the front of me, fused into a huge water ball, in which the gold thread was dense, like a giant eye across the world, the electric light was trapped in it, and the cycle began again, flowing wildly, and soon merged into one, turning back into a vague human form, like a fetus in the mother's womb, holding its knees with its hands, curled up into a ball, and the huge light and shadow were exaggeratedly distorted under the curved surface of the water ball.

The "baby" squirmed and stretched outward, and the lightning was like a sharp blade, cutting through the smooth sphere.

At this moment, the strength of both of them reached its peak, the water ball could not bear it, and burst open, lightning flowed everywhere, the white expanse was like a rushing beast herd, the huge forgotten ruins became pale as snow, and Yan Ying almost lost her vision, seeing nothing but white.

After a while, the white light finally dissipated, and the scene in front of him gradually became clear - the earth was hollowed out, and there was a huge deep pit, about several miles in diameter, Yan Xuanji stood on the edge, facing Yan Ying through the pit. The Heavenly Daoist has a rickety figure, a broken feather coat, the blood at the corners of his mouth has not dried, his face is pale and bleak, and his eyes are only bright and terrifying, like a flame that will never be extinguished.

"It's really troublesome," Tianzong's voice sounded behind me, "This body doesn't listen to orders. Yan Ying looked back, the magician was standing not far away, his body was covered with scorch marks, the cracked wounds were deep in the bones, Qingjun's face twitched slightly, and suddenly knelt on his left knee, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Great Magician!" Yan Ying exclaimed softly.

"Don't worry," Tianzong wiped away the bloodstains and squinted at Yan Xuanji, "He is no better." ”

"Tianzong I," Yan Xuanji took a deep breath and tried his best to straighten his waist, "Do you want to repent?"

"Repentance?" said the Archmage with a smirk, "Repentance of what?"

"When a person is about to die, he always has to look back on his life," Yan Xuanji said coldly, "You have sinned a lot in this life, and I can't think of anything else you can do except repent." ”

"Don't be ashamed," Tianzong smiled contemptuously, "You can kill me?"

"You're hurt worse than I am. ”

"Come on, you're not badly hurt. ”

"How about adding it?" Yan Xuanji snapped his fingers, and a clear chirp came from the air, and the fireball fell from the sky and landed in the palm of his hand, putting away the churning flames and turning into a big golden bird.

Tianzong I stared at Huang Ying, and suddenly said, "Do you know why I came to Forget the Ruins?"

"I don't want to know. ”

"Let me tell you, for ...... Run away. The Great Magician grabbed Yan Ying and his left foot, the ground became soft as oil, and the two of them fell into it, and disappeared in an instant.

Suddenly, Yan Xuanji was stunned for a moment, and suddenly heard Huang Ying screaming: "That's the Earth Dragon!"

The Earth Dragon ambushed the ground, softened the rocks, and allowed the Archmage Earth to escape. Yan Xuanji was shocked and angry, stomped his feet, and also sank into the ground, and the yellow eagle released the fire of Nirvana, turning into a flame vortex, molten gold and fossils, and was unstoppable, piercing through the earth's crust and biting the earth dragon tightly.

The earth dragon is born earthy, through the underground, like a fish in water, Yan Xuanji and the yellow eagle do their best, but fall farther and farther, the front is suddenly empty, come to a cave, no trace of the earth dragon, a foul smell wafts in the face. Yan Xuanji glanced at it, the yellow light was dotted, dense as stars, the darkness was deep and rich, and it was still undulating and wriggling.

"There is no snake!" the yellow eagle cried softly, and the darkness dispersed, turning into countless long and slippery monsters, black and ethereal, with two yellow lights above their heads, like boiling asphalt.

"Yellow Eagle Thunderbolt Fire!" Yan Xuanji raised the tip of the pen and wrote words like fire, Huang Eagle jumped to the tip of the pen and let out a long roar, the cave suddenly brightened, the fire of Nirvana was surging with rage, and the surrounding snow bright electric light, electricity and fire and water ** melted, showing a strange and magnificent purple red, the snakes could not escape, all were involved in the purple fire, and between the struggles, it really came to naught.

The purple fire chased the snakes, filling the entire underground, until all the demon snakes were burned to the light, and the Heavenly Daoist withdrew the electric fire, and when he raised his eyes, the black and secluded was the entrance to the tunnel, extending endlessly, and the divergent paths were endless, and there was no life in the middle of it—these passages were opened up by black snakes, and wherever they passed, they also devoured all the creatures they encountered.

Yan Xuanji flew with a sword, but after a while, he found nothing, because of the obstruction of the snake, Tianzong and I and the earth dragon had already escaped without a trace, and in desperation, he had to return to the ground. After a vicious fight, the ruins were transformed, flattened in some places, more chaotic in others, and the crater of the explosion stretched in front of them, like a huge mouth with a silent cry.

Yan Xuanji stood still, his heart was overwhelmed with loss, he couldn't get back the Elephant Snake Yuanzhu for a moment, Yan Mei's crisis couldn't be lifted for a moment, but he didn't have to kill Yan Ying with his own hands, which made him subconsciously relieved.

"Look at the good things you have done!" A sonorous voice came, Yan Xuanji put away his thoughts, turned his head, frowned and said, "What are you doing?"

Huang Shili walked through the ruins in the moonlight, his tall figure was abrupt, and when he reached ten meters away, he stopped, and his eyes swept around: "Do you want to destroy the ruins?"

"It has nothing to do with you!" Yan Xuanji turned around to leave, and suddenly heard a low roar, Xuanbiao, the king of poor Qi, walked out of the darkness, followed by two people, the strong man on the left was strong, wearing cold black clothes, with slender eyebrows and eyes on his broad face, and two thin lips pressed by the bridge of his nose;

"Si Chen, Zhong Liting!" Yan Xuanji recognized the two, the strong man in black was called Si Chen, and the man in white was Zhong Liting, both of whom were ruthless characters in the White Tiger people, Huang Shili's right-hand man, they rarely appeared in public, and they focused on secretly eradicating dissidents for Huang Shili.

"Lord Dianyu!" Zhong Liting smiled and bowed, Si Chen just nodded, with a broad face full of pride.

"What do you want to do?" Yan Xuanji turned around and stared at the White King.

"Do what you are told. Huang Shili said with a smile.

"On whose orders?"

"Dou Ting!" Huang Shili put away his smile, "The nine star officials unanimously sentenced you to death, and I will carry you out." ”

Yan Xuanji had heard her daughter say this, and she knew it, so she sneered and asked, "What about the crime?"

"You acted willfully, flouted the law, and disregarded the safety of the world for your own selfishness; you connived at your daughter's collusion against the scales, attacked the Dou Ting, stole Yuan Zhu, kidnapped the star official, and then openly resisted arrest and took her away from Yujing. ”

"That's all?"

"Isn't that enough?"

"One less," Yan Xuanji looked directly at the other party, "I got in your way, so you can't do whatever you want." ”

"As I said, this is to be done on orders. Huang Shili was expressionless.

"I've seen Emperor Qin, Tianzong, I attach it to him" Yan Xuanji paused, "He was seriously injured. ”

"There are always sacrifices in war," Emperor Limu was expressionless, "I can sacrifice my son, but you can't let go of your daughter." ”

"I am human, and human beings have feelings. ”

"No," Huang Shili raised his face and looked at the Big Dipper, "I am the Heavenly Daoist, the god of this world, and for the gods, feelings are purely superfluous. ”

"Huang Shili," Yan Xuanji's eyes were sad, "you are the same as Tianzong and me. ”

"Yan Xuanji, if you don't want to die, I'll give you a choice," Huang Shili raised his broad chin and looked at his opponent arrogantly, "Chop off your legs and give up your identity." ”

"Do you want me to give up my name?" Yan Xuanji sneered slightly.

"Yes!"

"Come on, I won't wag my tail and beg for mercy," Yan Xuanji pulled out a brush, "Huang Shili, I have never been afraid of death, as Fu Taiyin said, compared to the momentary floating life, death is eternal." ”

"You can't save anything," Huang Shili also pulled out his pen, the pen name "Zheng Feng", as sharp as his voice, "Yan Xuanji, after tonight, you will be completely forgotten." ”

"Don't be ashamed!" Yan Xuanji waved his pen and threw out a string of spells.

The emperor shook his pen to greet him, the rune light flashed in the air, and the positive and negative spells canceled each other, but there were fish that slipped through the net, and the "Taiyi Divine Thunder Fu" burst out with fierce electric light, illuminating the night sky as bright as day.

Yan Xuanji was injured in his body, unintentionally entangled, missed a hit, pulled out and left, "Liujing" crossed the night sky, sprinkling a brilliant arc of light.

Flying out less than ten miles, the wind behind him rose sharply, Yan Xuanji was slightly surprised, dodged and escaped to the left, dozens of runic lights flew past him, Yan Xuanji swept back, erased the incoming spell, the gesture sank downward, the lightning turned into a giant hand, and grabbed Zhong Liting who caught up.

The white tiger man stepped on a golden-purple treasure wheel, seeing this, he dodged to the right, the electric giant hand followed him like a shadow, he couldn't get rid of it several times, and attacked the giant hand with a pen, but like a stone sinking into the sea, a trace of panic flashed on his face, and suddenly heard the sound of the bell pleasant, rushing a golden-white whirlwind, like an invisible dragon, passing through his body, making him cold.

Ding, a few dings, the golden wind wrapped around the electric hand, the lightning rushed wildly, the golden light rippled, and suddenly a loud bird's cry was heard, and the "fire of Nirvana" fell downward, turning into a continuous sea of fire.

Zhong Liting hurriedly sank, and suddenly heard the bell turn urgent, and the golden wind split into two, one to deal with the electric hand, and the other rushed over, and swept him in, and plunged into the "fire of nirvana" head-on.

Hula, the flames swirled with the wind, and there was an extra whirlpool, which was a huge mouth that swallowed the sky, and with a poof, it spit out Zhong Liting again. The white tiger man flew forward, the black gas in his right hand surged, condensed into a black spear, held high above the top, aimed at the yellow eagle, the electric light in the gun flowed, flickering and flickering, and he couldn't get out.

"Wow!" the yellow eagle flapped its wings, and the "Nirvana Fire" rolled back to form a flame barrier.

"Hey!" Zhong Liting threw out a black spear, like a phantom, the tip of the spear pierced into the flames, and the flames dimmed and shrank sharply.

The Bird Demon King felt dangerous, and tried his best to jump up, the black spear flew under its claws, one circled, turned around and stabbed again, the black gas and yellow light chased in the air, end to end, and the feeling of numbness and crispiness passed along the tail to the body, and the Bird Demon King couldn't help but let out a sharp scream.

The rainbow shadow passed through the sky, Yan Xuanji rushed to the call, cut into the between, the brush lightly took a bit, the black gun lost its head, flew out crookedly, and stabbed the ground with a bang, the black gas churned, the electric snake danced wildly, eroding a large pit with a diameter of ten meters.

Huang Ying was taken aback, and suddenly felt that the air fluctuated, and the golden whirlwind was like a dragon and a snake, and it jumped over, making a wonderful bell, hooking the soul, and rushing straight to the original god.

The bird demon king was determined, and he was not afraid of the song of silence, but when he heard the bell, he felt a slight trance, and he fell into the whirlwind, and gravity pulled it straight to the eye of the wind, where the white light shone brightly, and stared at it coldly.

Huang Ying looked at the white light, trying his best to get rid of it, but his body was like an invisible rope, stiff and numb, and he didn't obey the call. It fell helplessly, and the shadow of death flashed over its heart.

Suddenly, hearing the roar of the sword like thunder, Yan Xuanji flew to a high place, the tip of the pen twisted, and the phantom of lightning flashed out, in no particular order, connected into a piece, as if leaning on the sky to draw a sword, bypassing the body of the yellow eagle, and piercing into the eye of the wind with a bang.

The air waves rolled, the bell disappeared, the yellow eagle regained his freedom, flew to a high place and looked down, the golden wind disintegrated and disappeared, Huang Shili exposed his body, he stepped on a huge treasure wheel, the center was radiant, surrounded by eight layers outside, the tone was as cold as night, each layer was embedded with a light cluster, different sizes, different colors, with the center turning, like a planet around the scorching sun - this "Nine Yao Reverse Heaven Wheel" is Huang Shili's own hand refining, only from the word "against the sky", you can get a glimpse of his ambition.

The white king hovered still, his left hand drooped at will, and there was a small bell hanging on his wrist, golden and transparent, shaking with the wind, and the brush in his right hand was forward, pointing to a white ring, which was more than two meters horizontal, and the ring was engraved with precise runes, the words were like fire, flickering wildly, and the mystery behind the ring was dark, only to see the dark cyan vortex flowing wildly, and the lightning phantom rushed to the front, all struggling and twisting, losing the silhouette of the human form, turning into a straightforward electric light, zigzagically drilling into the ring, falling into the deep whirlpool, and disappearing in an instant.

"What the hell?" Yan Xuanji looked at Jin Huan with some surprise.

"Ten Thousand Streams of the Sea Hidden Ring," Huang Shili replied.

"Wanliu Haizang, what a big breath!"

"If you have a big tone, you will know if you try it. ”

"Okay!" Yan Xuanji pointed to the tip of his pen, and the electric light phantom was generated out of thin air, like a thousand troops, bypassing the front of Huang Shili, and rushing towards him from the upper and lower directions.

Huang Shili was not in a hurry, the brush circled, when there was a bang, the giant ring was divided into six, divided into the head and feet, southeast and northwest, left to left, right to right, no matter where the light and shadow came from, all flowed into the golden ring without leakage.

The five great heavenly daoists have their own strengths, and the charms, changes, flights, and qi refining of the emperor are not top-notch, only the art of refining is unmatched, and many powerful dao weapons are refined to make up for the lack of dao techniques.

He is ambitious, always targeted, and different Dao weapons are aimed at different opponents. The bell is called "Xunjia Tong Xuanling", which emits a very charming bell, which is used to deal with the yellow eagle, and the bird demon king is careless for a while, and almost gets involved in the eye of the storm;

The more lightning enters, the brighter the runes on the ring, and the ring vibrates slightly, making a strange sound, as if there is a beast trying to break free. Huang Shili's face became solemn, his eyes swept away and became extremely sharp, staring at the Lord of Nanming Island for a moment.

Yan Xuanji was injured and did not endure a long battle, but Huang Ying saw it clearly, leaned forward, flapped his wings, and set off boundless flames.

The essence of the "Wanliu Sea Hidden Ring" is gold, fire is gold, Huang Shili is not afraid of lightning, but he is quite afraid of the "fire of Nirvana", he put away the gold ring, leans backwards, and the rune brush is waved, the "Styx Sea Stagnant Water Talisman" is full of void, the black water is surging, rushing towards the red fire, the water and fire are clashing, and the clouds are surging. Yan Xuanji put away his incarnation, turned around and rushed towards the yellow eagle, the brush flicked violently, and the white bright electric light hit a black spear. The black spear exploded suddenly, and the electric light flowed wildly, one of which passed by the yellow eagle, and the feeling of numbness and crispiness made it creepy, and it looked at it in a blink of an eye, Zhong Liting was floating in the distance, his right hand had not yet been put down, and his face was full of chagrin.

"This is the 'Yin Thunder Soul Chasing Gun'," Yan Xuanji looked at the big bird seriously, "This thing can kill you." ”

Since entering the Beidou Seal Gate, the Bird Demon King's power of the "Yin Thunder" has never been forgotten for a lifetime, it was frightened for a moment, and asked sharply: "Yin Thunder can also be practiced into an incarnation?"

"Ordinary people can't do it, Zhong Liting can ......" Yan Xuanji coughed, and blood flowed out of the corners of his mouth.

"Damn!" Huang Ying swept his eyes, Huang Shili passed through the mist, carrying the golden ring in his right hand, holding the bell in his left hand, and his two eyes were coldly betting, Zhong Liting's right hand was raised, and the black qi surged, and the "Yin Thunder Soul Chasing Spear" was formed three times, the tip of the spear flickered left and right, and suddenly pointed at the Bird Demon King, and then aimed at Yan Xuanji.

"Huang Ying," Yan Xuanji suddenly whispered, "I'm slowing down. ”

"You're hurt......"

"It's not just the speed, but also the brain," Yan Xuanji gasped slightly, "To be precise, time has slowed down." ”

"Time?" Huang Ying was stunned for a moment, "You mean ......"

"Didn't you notice?" Yan Xuanji smiled bitterly, "They have one less person." ”

"Si Chen?" Huang Ying looked left and right, "Alas, Xuan Biao is also gone." ”

"They're hiding somewhere," Yan Xuanji coughed twice, his face even paler, and he looked at his well-organized opponent, "It's a trap, they're waiting for us to fall into, and I'll be slower and slower until I can't escape." ”

"Is that bell playing tricks?" Huang Ying stared at the bell in Huang Shili's hand, "It's strange, I've never been confused by sound. ”

"The problem is not with the bell," Yan Xuanji looked directly at the bird demon, "but with you. ”

"Myself?"

"Your god speed has slowed down," Yan Xuanji smiled bitterly, "Me too!" Huang Yu took a breath of cold air: "This trap can also reduce god speed?"

"Time slows down, and the speed of God will slow down," Yan Xuanji's eyes sharpened, "Something controls time." ”

"Huang Shili?"

"It's not him," Yan Xuanji shook his head, "It should be a Dao weapon, and it is being manipulated by Si Chen at this moment." ”

"Above, between Betelgeuse and the Merchant Lodge," Huang Ying said, staring at the starry sky, "there is one place I don't understand. ”

"Let it appear, I'll hold back Huang Shili. ”

"Wow!" the yellow eagle let out a long cry, and its wings flapped vigorously, turning into a mass of fire that rushed into the air, at first extremely fast, but as it continued to rise, it became slower and slower.

Yan Xuanji rushed towards the White King, the "Lei Ying Eight Poles" were all over the sky, and the Emperor Shili opened the "Ten Thousand Streams Sea Hidden Ring" and continued to defend unhurriedly. Yan Xuanji blindly seeks to be fast, Huang Shili blindly seeks to be slow, time is on his side, as long as he drags on, Yan Xuanji will only fall deeper and deeper, just like a ripe fruit, if you don't work hard, it will naturally fall down.

"Wow!" the Bird Demon King screamed again, and bang, the fireball exploded in the air, and the firelight was thrown colorfully, illuminating the long night sky in an instant—

The "Fire of Nirvana" is blazing, setting off a huge eye, black and white, several meters horizontal, and the black pupils are constantly changing, flat and round, long and short, like the "cat clock" of the "treasure house of greed", showing time through the pupils. A deep shadow flowed out of the pupils, radiating in all directions, like an invisible lampshade, holding everyone down from top to bottom.

"Geng Yin Riyan!" Yan Xuanji blurted out as he looked at the giant eye.

"Geng Yin Sun Eye" is also called "White Tiger Xuantong", an ancient heavenly daoist, the white tiger Yin Chang Geng inadvertently refined a Taoist weapon, it can control time, where the giant eye is staring, people will feel that time is getting slower and slower, and the movement will slow down.

Because of its powerful power, it caused panic in the world, and Yin Changgeng was forced to hand over the "Gengyin Sun Eye", and Dou Ting announced that it would be destroyed. Now it seems that just like "The Song of Divine Silence", Dou Ting is inconsistent, and secretly hid this Heavenly Dao weapon, and this time in order to deal with Yan Xuanji, he let the "White Tiger Xuantong" reappear in the world.

Yan Xuanji's flying skills are unparalleled in the world, and with the "Liujing" sword, even if he is seriously injured, he can escape calmly. But under the gaze of "Geng Yin's Eye", his perception of time has changed, as if the emperor used two minutes, only one minute passed for him, Huang Shili flew out of 100 meters per second, two minutes is 12,000 kilometers, Yan Xuanji can fly 15 meters in a second, because the time is shortened, he can only fly 9,000 meters, the speed is better than Huang Shili, but the flight distance is much inferior. So at the beginning of the fight, he was bent on breaking through, but he was inexplicably caught up by Zhong Liting, at that time the trap had already been laid, and the eye of the sun began to be activated - no matter how fast you fly, it will always be too fast to time, the white king is prepared, and "Gengyin Sun Eye" is the nemesis of Electric Feather.

Yan Xuanji's back was cold, and he suddenly heard a long cry from the yellow eagle, and the shadows around the sun's eye fluctuated slightly, he came back to his senses and shouted sharply: "Yellow eagle, destroy that eye." ”

"Wow!" the yellow eagle drew a bright arc, like a flaming meteor, and threw it straight towards the eye of the sun.

"Geng Yin Sun Eye" can't change time itself, it only changes the victim's perception of time, in the final analysis, it's an illusion, but because the power is too strong, the "Phoenix Song" can't be cracked. However, the yellow eagle flows with the "blood of the phoenix", and is naturally good at resisting illusions, and in the face of the "Gengyin Sun Eye", its influence is less than that of Yan Xuanji, and if you want to destroy this Dao weapon, the Bird Demon King is indeed the best choice.

Wow, the black gun flew through the air, and the yellow eagle dodged away, which was very thrilling. Its speed also slowed down significantly, and the closer it got to the "eye of the sun", the more affected it became, and the wings of the big bird seemed to be stuck in the mud and sand, and the giant eye was on it, but it was impossible to get close.

Suddenly, the white light entered the eyes, the cold air rushed to the lungs, the yellow eagle circled upward, and a ball of white flowers flew past its wings, adding a layer of hoarfrost to its golden feathers.

"Ang!" King Qiqi jumped out of the night sky, his tiger's eyes were as bright as the sun and the moon, and the silver markings were like a river of stars.

"Wow!" The Bird Demon King screamed sharply, puffed up the "Fire of Nirvana", turned over and rushed towards Xuan Biao. The two demon kings collided together, fighting two back and forth, and suddenly the sky fell wildly, the yellow eagle reacted very quickly, threw away Xuan Biao, and floated to the left, sharp claws fell from the sky, scratching its back, feathers flew around, and blood was dripping.

The Bird Demon King turned over in pain, and in the blink of an eye, a pale shadow rushed straight over. The yellow eagle flapped its wings and screamed, setting off a flame, and the shadow retreated sharply backwards, falling hundreds of meters away, revealing its true appearance. It was a flying tiger, slightly smaller than Xuan Biao's physique, and its fur was as bright as the moon and covered with dark golden markings.

The flying tiger jumped into the air, covered in white air, turned back into a suit of armor, and wrapped one person in a group. Huang Ying recognized it as Si Chen at a glance, the armor turned over in the air, the tiger tail in his hand turned into a soft stick, and it was a strange python, swinging his head in the wind and pumping it violently.

Huang Ying let go of the soft stick, and was about to fight back, Xuan Biao suddenly pounced again, and the Bird Demon King had no choice but to retreat, and the "Yin Thunder Soul Chasing Gun" flew silently, touching the tip of its claws, the black gas burst, and the electric light rushed into its body.

Huang Ying screamed, fell sharply, Xuan Biao sank in pursuit, and the two sides fell one after the other, landing in an instant. The poor monster roared, the white light flashed in his throat, and before the "Thunder Wind Pill" could be spit out, the firelight around him burst out, and several "Xi and Explosion Charms" exploded violently, and they forcibly lifted it into a fight.

Xuan Biao's copper skin and iron bones, although he was not seriously injured, he was not comfortable. It was full of chagrin, stopped and stared ahead, and suddenly saw Yan Xuanji fly up, stretched out his hand to catch the yellow eagle, raised his head and shouted: "Electric plume fire, Vermilion Bird incarnation." ”

The Bird Demon King endured the pain and danced in circles, and the candle of "Nirvana" lit up the sky. Yan Xuanji walked the dragon and snake, and his body was full of lightning, and his figure quickly disappeared. Electricity and fire are intertwined, like Tai Chi Yin and Yang infiltrating and merging...... Between breaths, a huge firebird appeared in the night sky, with four eyes, six claws, countless lightning bolts lingering outside the flames, and its wings fluttered violently, setting off a sky-high electric fire.

"Xuan Biao!" Huang Shili's voice came from afar, and Qi Qi flew away in response, turning into a silver-black whirlwind, and Huang Shili's body shook and turned into a golden-white whirlwind. The two whirlwinds are like two wild dragons, entangled and blended with each other, and soon became a tiger-headed human body, a monster standing up to the sky, with the left hand "Jiuyao Reverse Heavenly Wheel", and the right hand "Wanliu Tibetan Sea Ring", the two Taoist weapons rose a hundred times, falling into the hands of the monster, but like a small toy. Its torso was as majestic as a mountain, its pale fur covered with silver-black tabby, and two pairs of golden wings stuck behind it, and it struggled to stir up a whirlwind of blue—

The wind comes from the west, and the white tiger is incarnated! Huang Shili and Xuan Biao are fused, showing the cruelty of the ancient fierce gods.

The firebird let out a long cry and rushed towards the eye of the sun. The "White Tiger" roared and shook the sky, with a flick of its wings, riding the wind to soar to the sky, catching up with the "Vermilion Bird" in an instant, tumbling and rolling, fighting to the death, electric and light clutching, flames soaring to the sky, swaying in the wind, and the treasure wheel spinning...... Birds chirp and tigers roar one after another, and heaven and earth become a mess.

Si Chen stayed at a high place, overlooking the battlefield, and was shocked to watch. His mission is to protect the "Gengyin Sun Eye". , This Dao weapon is the key to victory, under its gaze, the "Vermilion Bird" is getting slower and slower, and every move is tired, Zhongli Ting sneakily wanders around, hiding aside and secretly casting cold arrows. The target of the "Vermilion Bird" was too big, and after several shots, the fire shrank, and he was not careful, and he was hit by the "White Tiger" on a treasure wheel, and when he landed, the lightning splashed everywhere, and the spark carried lightning to peel off from it, and fell on the ground of the ruins, melting the soil, and burrowing into the earth's crust, as if the eternal fire of calamity, burning endlessly.

A generation of Heavenly Dao people is about to die here, Si Chen doesn't feel a little regretful. This fight is not fair, but fairness does not bring victory, he longs for this victory, Yan Xuanji's death means that Ziwei's power is concentrated in the hands of one person, "the white king is supreme" is no longer an empty word, for the first time in history - the white tiger people will become the masters of the world.

As soon as he thought of this, Si Chen was excited, and suddenly a sobbing sounded in his ears, it was the "Bibi Demon Pupil", a secret sentry he set up nearby.

"Who?" Si Chen hurriedly turned around and found a man walking towards him, wearing a black and white sweater, long trousers of linen gray coarse cloth, short two-inch long black and thick hair, and a sleek white jade mask. He didn't have any flying dao weapons, he had nothing to rely on, and he stood in the sky as a dark whistle, as a dark whistle "Bibi Demon Pupil" was pinched in his hand, and his five fingers were forcefully retracted, turning into sporadic ghost fires, and fluttering away with chirp.

"Who are you?" Si Chen's heart beat faster. In order to hunt Yan Xuanji, the Dou Ting blocked the Forgotten Ruins, and no Daoist was allowed to enter, so the fight here was earth-shattering, but the surroundings were extremely deserted.

With such a tight seal, the masked man not only passed through easily, but also silently, if the "Bibi Demon Pupil" had not been triggered, Si Chen would not have known what had happened until he died.

Without saying a word, the visitor strolled over, and the mask reflected in the moonlight, which was extremely dazzling. In an instant, the two were less than 100 meters apart, and for a soldier, such a distance was enough to determine life and death.

"Stop!" Si Chen turned his back to the sun, and the tiger's tail stick trembled straight, "Do you want to do it?"

The masked man paused slightly, and suddenly took another step, this time breaking the balance of power, Si Chen jumped up, the tiger tail stick turned into a streamer, and drew towards the opponent's top door virtually. The masked man didn't raise his head, his left hand was raised, Si Chen's mouth tightened suddenly, and the soft stick was grabbed by him.

This kind of thing is incredible, Si Chen is a top armor soldier, it seems to be a simple draw, containing dozens of changes, and he has a way to deal with any move of the other party. But the person who came shot casually, the action was clear, no matter how Si Chen changed, he couldn't escape his casual grab, in the eyes of outsiders, the tiger tail whip was infatuated and had to get into the other party's hands.

"Phew!" Si Chen turned over in the air, turned into a winged tiger, turned around, and bit the head of the masked man.

"Heh!" the masked man spoke for the first time, grabbed the tiger's tail with his left hand, clenched his right hand into a fist, and jumped forward, his fist went forward, and the ground fell into the tiger's head.

Si Chen's brain was in severe pain, his seven orifices were red, his "Yang Tiger Devouring Moon Armor" was famous, but when he met the opponent's fist, it was like a thin paper shell, and the irresistible strange force penetrated the armor, almost flattening his head alive. In the dizziness, the masked man's second punch landed on his chest, the punch was overwhelming, and his ribs were broken, Si Chen couldn't help but spurt blood wildly, and let out a dull scream.

"Hey!" the masked man jumped on the back of the flying tiger without stopping for a moment, grabbed the two wings, clicked twice, and ripped the wings off alive.

The god-shaped armor is connected to the original spirit of the armor, which is comparable to ten fingers connecting the heart, Si Chen's eyes were black, and he immediately fainted.

"Go!" The masked man grabbed the tiger's tail with both hands, spun it on the spot, and threw it out hard, Si Chen smashed into the ground like a meteorite, and with a bang, there was a deep pit on the ground.

The masked man defeated the opponent, it seemed easy, but in fact, the speed, strength, angle, and vision were all extremely good, seizing the opportunity everywhere, and attacking the enemy's flaws, but with just three faces, he defeated Ziwei's first-class armor.

He clapped his hands, shook off his stride and walked towards the "Gengyin Sun Eye", avoided the gaze of the giant eyeball, came to the top of the eyeball, chanted a word in his mouth, pressed the whites of his eyes with his right hand, and the eyeballs shrank a hundred times, becoming the size of a tennis ball.

"Easy!" the masked man whistled, grabbed his eyeballs and put them in his trouser pockets, and then turned around to stare at the flying black gun.

"Ha!" The masked man punched out, his fist against the tip of the gun, the thunder exploded, the lightning rushed wildly, the lightning annihilated his figure, Zhong Liting flew to arrive, but saw the electric light disperse, the masked man disappeared out of thin air, all sides were empty, and no one was seen.

The "Gengyin Sun Eye" was taken away, and the "Vermilion Bird" lost its restraints, let out a long cry, spread its wings, and flapped it hard, and suddenly left the forgotten ruins and flew to the south of Yujing, where the Yin Thunder Spear fell behind it, and the "White Tiger" was only a vague shadow.

"Wow!" "Suzaku" spread its wings for the second time, broke through the clouds, and rushed to the zenith, sparks peeled off from it, raindrops fell downward, melting buildings, burning through the earth's crust, Yujing was in flames, and there were exclamations and screams everywhere.

"Suzaku" spread its wings for the third time, broke through the atmosphere, came to the edge of the planet, got rid of the resistance of the air, and flew happily towards the south, the flames burning behind it, leaving a long trail of light through the starry sky, as if to tear the long night apart.

The "White Tiger" chased wildly in the wind, not only failed to approach, but fell farther and farther, and finally had to fall to a mountain, turning back into a man and a tiger, Xuan Biao shook his head and claws, and let out a low roar of frustration, Huang Shili raised his head to look at the sky, looking at the fire marks left by the "Vermilion Bird" and remained motionless.

Zhong Liting helped Si Chen to arrive, the latter's face was sallow, his head was twice as big, and he looked at his boss with shame and shame: "Lord Baiwang, I'm sorry, it's useless to blame me." Huang Shili was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked, "Do you see the origin of that person?"

Si Chen shook his head blankly, Zhong Liting's eyes rolled, and he said in a low voice: "Three moves to defeat Si Chen, only the Heavenly Dao can do it." Huang Shili glanced at him and said coldly, "Do you suspect that it is a nameless one?"

"Yes," Zhong Liting nodded, "Who else but him?"

"But......" Si Chen Zhiwu, "there is nothing wrong with that man's legs at all." ”

"That's not hard to do," Huang Shili shouted back, "Wu Shi!"

"Yes!" the Dark Star slipped out of the darkness.

"Send a tiger scout to track Yan Xuanji. ”

"Yes!"

"Yuan Mai Gu!" Huang Shili shouted again, and Yang Xing slowly walked out from behind Wu Shi, standing there with a sad face - Yan Xuanji fled, Nanming Island and Dou Ting tore their faces, and there will be a Daoist war next.

"Gather all your armies and prepare for the crusade against Nanming Island. Huang Shili coldly ordered.

"Now?" Yuan Maigu raised his eyebrows in surprise, "So fast?"

"Yan Xuanji is not lightly injured," Huang Shili said casually, "If you want to defeat him, you must work hard. ”

"What is the reason for the crusade?" asked Yuan Maigu cautiously, "We must be famous. ”

He colluded with the Shadow Demon Yan Ying, let go of the key offender Yan Mei, and united with the apostate Fang Fei in an attempt to destroy Ziwei. ”

"This," Yuan Maigu hesitated, "the crime seems to be too heavy." ”

"It doesn't matter, everyone thinks so," Huang Shili said with a calm face, "The people don't need the truth, they just want to see what they want to see." ”

"I understand!" Yuan Maigu comprehended, turned around and left, Wu Shi was about to follow, but was suddenly stopped by Huang Shili: "You go to Heavenly Hell." ”

"What are you doing there?" Wu Shi looked puzzled.

"If Fang Fei hadn't died," Emperor Shi Li paused, "you will personally execute him." Wu Shi was startled for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Obey!"

"And," said Regari again, "remember to find a scapegoat." ”

"I'm good at this!" Wu Shi exhaled.

"White King," Zhong Liting whispered, "the person who injured Si Chen......"

"I'll go find him myself," Huang Shili turned his gaze to the brightly lit Elysium Tower, "he should have fled." ”

"What about after finding him?" Si Chen asked weakly.

"Kill him!" replied the Emperor simply.

"He took away the 'Gengyin Sun Eye', in case it ......"

"No in case, he's just a cripple. Huang Shili patted the tiger's head, Xuan Biao let out a low roar, and disappeared with him.