Luo Yuan hugged Xuanya tightly, he had a thousand words to say, he had a thousand guiltes that he wanted to say, but after all, he couldn't speak. Because, at this moment, all words are pale. The sacrifice that Xuanya made for him was so great that he couldn't make up for it in his lifetime. All he can do is express himself with actions.

On their big day, there was no great scenery, nor did they spend candles in the caves, and some were just proofs of the platform and the heavens. It can be said that this is not even as good as the poor children among mortals. And now, he rudely and violently took away the most precious chastity of Xuanya, not to mention the phoenix crown and the wedding dress like fire, but he didn't even pity him.

At this time, Xuanya was snuggled tightly in Luo Yuan's arms, reluctant to leave this warm embrace. Even if he was so ruthless before, she didn't blame Luo Yuan. She stretched out her plain hand, stroked Luo Yuan's face, and said with a chuckle: "Brother Luo Yuan, you owe me too much, so promise Xiaoya not to die." You have to live well to protect Xiaoya, and don't let Xiaoya be scared anymore. ”

On the ground, there were dried up little bloodstains, like falling plums, mournful and desolate, which was proof that Luo Yuan had hurt Yutai Xuanya. Luo Yuan looked at the little bloodstains, only to feel that there was chaos in his mind and didn't know what to do.

Xuanya sighed faintly, the light on her hands flowed, erasing the little bloodstains, and then tightened the clothes covered by her body, shrunk into Luo Yuan's arms, and fell into a deep sleep.

Luo Yuan looked at the person who was gradually falling asleep in his arms, his heart ached, and kissed her on her white forehead, without any desire, only guilt and pity. He ran the cultivation, slowly and gently sent into the body of Xuanya, running for him for a week, dredged the blood veins, and relieved the pain. It is said that fish and water are happy, but this only leaves pain and hurt for Yutai Xuanya.

With the operation of the mana, Xuanya seemed to feel a little comfortable, and inadvertently let out a soft sigh in her sleep. Then he shrank into Luo Yuan's arms, as if he was approaching the furnace in the bitter cold.

Sighing lightly, Luo Yuan slowly picked up Xuanya, for fear of waking her up. In this way, he flew away towards the Guangyang Ancient Sect with Xuanya in his arms, until he stepped on the flying boat.

A long rainbow fell, the clouds were light and the wind was light, and the waves were not alarmed. However, the Infant Ancestors on the flying boat were like facing a great enemy, and they felt a great pressure in their hearts. This power seems to have surpassed the realm of Yuanying and reached the realm of the supreme god of transformation. Immediately, all the cultivators stepped out one after another and saluted respectfully towards the place where the aura was surging.

"Junior......" All the ancestors bowed and saluted, not daring to look up.

"Silence", Luo Yuan frowned slightly, as if he was afraid that the sound of their words would wake up the person in his arms, slightly displeased.

As soon as Luo Yuan said this, it was as if he was following the law. All of a sudden, the Ancestors felt that there was an indescribable mana pressure pressing down on them, making them unable to even speak. However, they were still very familiar with Luo Yuan's voice, and they immediately looked up and were relieved to see that it was Luo Yuan. Then he respectfully stood left and right, and said no more.

Luo Yuan carried Xuanya into a small room and gently placed the person in his arms on the bed. Then he took off his shoes and socks, covered it with a quilt, and laid a soundproof formation around it, and then sat cross-legged on the side of the bed and began to vomit.

On the flying boat, all the cultivators were slightly unclear, but they were all old monsters who were more than 1000 years old, and they were old and refined, and they guessed what was going on with a roll of their eyes. Of course, they didn't dare to talk out loud, not even the divine thoughts, but they each understood between their eyes. It's just that what they care about more than this is Luo Yuan's cultivation. It's only been a few days, and he has a vague strength comparable to the Supreme God of Transformation, what kind of talent is this.

A hundred years into a god, there are only a handful of people in this world who can do it. The path of cultivation is a water mill, except for the exercises of the Demon Dao that pursue strength and sacrifice their lives to practice, there are very few people who can do it from ancient times to the present. Of course, if it is a disciple of the Refining Void Great Venerable Sect who hides in the snow and never appears in the world, then it is difficult to say. Of course, they believed that Luo Yuan had only touched the road, or had half a foot in it.

If this can achieve the realm of transforming into a god in a few days, it will be too shocking. They have been searching for more than a thousand years, and they have also been famous geniuses. Naturally, they have their own arrogance, but Luo Yuan's appearance really hit them hard. If it weren't for the earlier acquaintance, I'm afraid they would have to call their seniors when they saw Luo Yuan today. The strong in the boundless sea are respected, the master is the teacher, and the cultivation is the generation and status.

It's just that they have guessed all this, and Luo Yuan doesn't take it to heart. The next thing he has to do is to go to Zhenhai Sect, apologize to Tantaihua, and at the same time ask for advice on the path of transforming gods. Then, he wanted to go to the Blood Nunnery Mountain again, to talk to the three old supremes of the Mountain Great Sect, and to understand the artistic conception. Then, he was going to destroy the Netherworld Palace and kill the Infinite Demon Lord. In the end, he wants to sharpen, to go to the Southern Forbidden Ancient Road, and to achieve the true avenue. Only in this way can we protect the people behind us under the turmoil of the Refining Void Venerable.

The battlefield phantom retained by the Burning Heaven True Monarch was still vivid, and Luo Yuan clenched his fists, even if he had reached the point of unprecedented strength at this moment. But in front of the Refining Void Venerable, he was just an ant with a slightly larger head. Even the people who burned Tianzhenjun and other amazing talents and talents were hated to the end, and at this time, life and death were just between the other party's thoughts.

The flying boat is still moving forward, and Luo Yuan's road has never stopped. He was constantly asking his heart what his word was. He asked himself that he had never pursued strength and cultivation, but it seemed that God did not favor him. always put him in a desperate situation, made him have to move forward, to become stronger desperately, and made him lose too much. And he always has to lose some people or things he values in order to avoid losing more of what he cares about.

If you can choose again, you will have the opportunity to start all over again. He would never set foot in the immortal path half a step again, he would rather be a mortal swordsman and take revenge in the rivers and lakes. or three wives and four concubines enjoy wealth, or a person with a heart to grow old with him, and walk all over the rivers and lakes. After a hundred years, he died and left with a smile. Sometimes, the ordinary is the most precious, but he embarked on this road and is destined to never turn back. If he turns around, all the good things will come to naught in front of him, and maybe even Gu Daozun will not be able to protect everything.

Or maybe after breaking through the gods of the Taihua, he has the real supreme power, which can push the enemy, kill everything, and protect everyone. But he was still worried, even if that person was his father-in-law, Luo Yuan was still unwilling to put his life in the hands of others and let others protect it.

Patriotic frontiers

For some reason, the supremes of the two sides died down, and there was no conflict. At this time, the supremes of the two sides were divided into one place, looking at each other from a distance, and were in a confrontation.

This 10,000-mile border city is torn apart, and the hundred-foot-high city wall is like a pile of mud and sand, collapsing everywhere and vulnerable to attack.

Between the mountains and peaks

Sure enough, they were waiting, but why did this temptation have such a scene, it was a little abnormal. A supreme directory pondered, and looked at the enemy from the Yuyu on the city wall and spoke in a deep voice.

"There's news from Fengzun's side, and he motioned for me not to panic. Dazun personally said that this official confrontation has not yet come, and they are indeed just pawns. However, there is still uneasiness in my heart, and it seems that this battle will be far greater than before. If Kunlun makes a move, naturally this matter will be fine, but if they still regard themselves as detached, unwilling to make a move, and withdraw from the world, I am afraid that the territory will be in danger. A handsome man dressed in a brocade robe and wearing a dragon crown spoke in a deep voice.

This statement was prevented, and a sloppy old man muttered: "What is the Sect of Ten Thousand Laws, it is simply the ancestor of the tortoise, the eighth king of ten thousand years." is of the same race, but he thinks very highly of himself, saying that he does not touch the world and does not cause cause and effect. The group of bald donkeys in Buddhism are not as much as them, and they are also the road of cause and effect. As everyone knows, if we are defeated and die clean, what good fruit can they eat. Is it possible, and you still want to think that the group of beasts in the Domain will offer them up as ancestors?"

"Alas, Kunlun, if there is really an immortal, why not be born. The power of immortals has been passed down for thousands of years, but they have not been seen for tens of thousands of years, and there are no immortals in this world. If there are immortals, what else can't be done by such an existence as them? The heavens and the earth are overturned when they raise their hands, and the stars move in a single thought, which can protect the peace of the endless years in the world. A beautiful white-clothed nun shook her head and spoke, her words full of disappointment.

"That's it, they are immortals, we are mortals. Immortals are different, don't dare to work hard, let's think about how to deal with it now, the group of kings and eight lambs in the Yu Domain really have some skills, and they are not easy to deal with. A burly old man in heavy armor was dissatisfied with his mouth, and he sneered at Kunlun.

At this moment, the eyes of the brocade-robed supreme suddenly flashed, as if he had thought of something important, and immediately stared at him, and said: "This king thinks of one person, but it is better than anyone in the domain in front of him, including me. ”

"Feng Zun An Feng, or Sword ......"

"No, they haven't made a move yet, and at this time, Dazun won't agree to let them come out without permission. The Supreme of the Brocade Robe decisively vetoed, and then said meaningfully: "It is said that this person was a Kunlun cultivator before, but I don't know if this person is still unwilling to set foot in the realm of transforming gods for thousands of years." ”

"I haven't turned into a god yet, and I dare to say that I can beat me?" The burly old man in heavy armor snorted coldly, and suddenly, his body paused slightly, as if he also remembered something, and muttered: "The coffin man of the ancient road, the ancient Dao Venerable of the Southern Forbidden Dynasty who is unwilling to kill the heart demon!"