This is twenty years, and in these twenty years, you may have to constantly contend with all kinds of demon beasts and even heavenly beasts. The creatures in the Blood Nunnery Mountain are extremely ferocious, pure-blooded creatures, and the existence of the Heavenly Beast level is not many, but it is not uncommon. Among them, there is also a god-level demon venerable, if the demon venerable bestows his heir with some ancient treasures, the battle between the two sides will definitely be more difficult.

The several Yuan Infant Ancestors present were all solemn, and after twenty years of conquest and killing, maybe some of them would fall. No one hoped that the fallen Yuanying Monk would be himself. It's just that, even if they don't want to do so in their hearts, they still have to come after all. Several people stepped into the teleportation array with a heavy heart, and the array flickered, and a thick pillar of light rose into the sky like a dragon going out to sea.

Luo Yuan put his hands behind his back, bowed his head in contemplation, and was speechless. Beside him, the old man Wanzhu was full of emotion, when he became famous not long ago, he once came to the land of Qin. I never thought that I would come to the realm of Qin again, which I had been away from for a long time, thousands of years after my death. As if he had been dreaming for more than a thousand years, the old man Wanzhu couldn't help but smile and muttered: "Life is really like a play." ”

It didn't take long for the cultivators to come to the periphery of the Blood Nunnery Mountain in a sense of earth-shattering. This time, the first person to sell was not Luo Yuan, but an old man with gray hair. This person's eyes are full of vicissitudes, and every step is extremely determined, and at the same time, it also looks extremely heavy. He seems to be walking very carefully and resolutely, and here, one wrong step will lead to one wrong step. Then the result is that all the games are lost, and there is no recovery. Only Luo Yuan and the old man Wan Zhu are still normal, although Luo Yuan is only seventy years old, but his experience in the past few decades, the road he has walked, even if it is a primordial ancestor who has been precipitated for thousands of years, it cannot be compared. Since his cultivation, there have been five supreme beings he has seen, and there are dozens of ancestors.

Today's Luo Yuan, when facing the Yuanying Ancestor, no longer needs to look up, but can be commensurate with his Taoist friends with his own strength.

The cultivators slowly walked out of the big array, and before they came out of the formation, they smelled an extremely strong smell of blood. Even in the air, there was a faint layer of blood mist, and the entire Blood Nunnery Mountain seemed to be shrouded in a sea of blood all the time. As soon as he came out of the formation, he saw this scene, which made the hearts of the cultivators sink suddenly. This is still a thousand miles away from their camp, and this is what it looks like from a thousand miles away, and the tragic situation in that camp can be imagined.

"All the Taoist friends of the Kuping Sect, in the next chapter of the Nine Songs, there are still more than 900 miles away from the defensive place, and I also ask you to follow the next Daoist friends. ”

A slightly hoarse voice came out, and everyone looked at it, and a figure flew from the northwest. The man was disheveled, covered in blood, and had a three-foot-long scar on his chest. His face was tired, but his eyes were still bright, and he was calmly looking at the cultivators at this time. After the cultivators saw this person, their hearts were even more cold, this person was a monk in the middle of the Yuan Infancy, and this kind of cultivation was also one of the best among the cultivators. It's a pity that he's so embarrassed, Xue'an Mountain is really not a good place to go.

Luo Yuan stepped out and was already beside this person, and then said lightly: "Your Excellency is tired to lead the way." ”

Zhang Jiu Ge's eyes showed a slight look of astonishment, and then he smiled and said, "Okay, fellow Daoist, please." With that, he tore off the torn clothes on his body and flew away naked. Luo Yuan also incarnated as Changhong and flew away, and then the cultivators had no choice but to follow the two away.

In about a moment's time, the monks of the Kuping Sect came to the periphery of Xue'an Mountain under the leadership of Zhang Jiuge, and several Changhong were amazing and magnificent. One by one, the figures of Yuan Ying stepped out, each of them had the ability to turn over the river and the sea, and their breath was very different, or as deep and distant as the abyss, unfathomable, or as steady as Mount Tai, shaking it.

However, it was such a group of old monsters that came, and those Jin Dan and Zhuji's disciples just raised their eyelids and looked at them twice. The only ones who came to greet them were four primordial old monsters and one primordial baby......

The blood mist here does not disperse all year round, not to mention mortals, even Qi cultivation disciples cannot stay here for a long time. If you stay here for too long, the Qi cultivator's cultivation will be weak, and there will inevitably be big problems, or even death.

"The fellow Daoists of the Kuping Sect are here, and the next twenty years will be handed over to you. An old woman let out a sigh of relief, said a word, coughed up three mouthfuls of blood, and the injury was not light.

"This ...... When you came, how many came?" The big-eared monk looked at the primordial baby, and couldn't help but feel a chill in his back, and felt a hairbreak in his heart. He had seen the monk who was wounded and only the infant was alive, and if the two fought, it would be difficult to distinguish between them. An ancestor with the same strength as himself, now only Yuan Ying is left to survive, which is definitely not a good thing for him.

When the old woman heard this, she shook her head bitterly: "Of the eight people, three Daoists died, one Daoist friend was severely injured, and there were four people left, and the severity of the injuries was different." It was supposed to be just twenty years at the snap of a finger, but now it seems that it is a nightmare that I never want to set foot in this life. The old man has gone through this battle, and time is running out, so that's all, all the Taoist friends of the Kuping Sect, take care. ”

"Fellow Daoist of Nine Songs, please lead the way and teleport us back. Now that the twenty-year period is over, it's time for me to go back to the sect to have a look. The old woman spoke tiredly, and before leaving, she looked back again and glanced at the Blood Nunnery Mountain, which she would never forget. The Taoist companion who has been with her for more than a thousand years, in order to save her from the hands of a pure-blood creature, only had time to look at her, and then with a loving smile, he chose to blow himself up. With a loud bang, there was not an inch of grass left in a radius of hundreds of miles, and countless demon beasts turned into blood mist, only the old woman teleported out under the protection of the Taoist priest with supernatural powers.

And she, originally a middle-aged beauty, did not hesitate to sacrifice her own thousand years of life in order to retain a trace of the soul of the Taoist couple. But in the end, it was still a futile effort, and the remnant soul that was forcibly left behind finally dispersed under the intervention of the Heavenly Dao. Her longevity is also close to exhaustion, and the cultivation of the early stage of the Yuan Infant is already nearly a lifetime of more than 2,000 years of life. If you want to prolong the years, you must either cultivate it as a breakthrough or take it to increase your longevity.

There is nothing more sad than the death of the heart, and the Taoist companion who has been with her for thousands of years has left, making her heart completely dead. The soldier dies for the confidant, and the woman is the one who pleases herself, and now that the Taoist has fallen, she will not care about the appearance of the party that once fell to the side. The life of every monk is a long story, because they have a long lifespan, but the story of the old woman is about to come to an end.

If the monks of the Sect leave, they will take away sorrow, heaviness, scars, and shadows that will not be erased in this life. Xue'an Mountain, in the hearts of these all-powerful ancestors, has become a forbidden place where eternal life and eternity will never step into half a step again!