"Boom!"

Wang Zimo was like a meteor falling from the sky, his feet slammed on the seal, and his whole body suddenly disappeared with a "pop".

Immediately after, Xiang Ming also shouted and rushed into Sanhezhuang.

"Get out of here!"

Wang Zimo turned his head and roared angrily, and halfway through he knew that this Xuanyang Sword was chasing Xiang Ming and not himself.

However, this rammer always ran after him, and the Xuanyang Sword was like a mad dog, and the burning could be felt half a foot away from the blazing sword. He only needs to keep a half-zhang distance from Xiang Ming, but no matter how he runs, he just can't get rid of this guy.

"Click!"

With a chilling momentum, the Xuanyang Sword slammed through the Seal Dome.

Wei Guohou and Mrs. Lu were injured at the same time, a mouthful of blood sprayed on the chessboard, and he rolled his eyes and lay down crookedly.

The cultivator from the Eight Stars of the Emperor Moon, the Xuanyang Sword that his vitality turned into, even after thousands of years, is still incomparable.

It stands to reason that once the vitality leaves the cultivator itself, it will slowly dissipate, but this Xuanyang Sword went against its path, not only did it not weaken, but it became stronger and stronger.

Now the destructive power has reached the level of the primordial infancy.

What the hell is going on?

This is also what the prince does not understand.

"Huh, it's not a way to run like this, what should you do? If you don't get poked to death, you'll be tired to death! Born from her mother's womb, this demon has really never been such a grandson!"

The person who Xuanyang Sword chased was Xiang Ming, and he was so anxious that he was sweating profusely.

The cultivation of the Seven Stars of the Emperor Moon fell to the realm of the Emperor Star, although he was one realm higher than Wang Zimo, he was suppressed by the Xuanyang Sword, which made him breathless.

"It's my business!"

"My good brother, even if my brother begs you, only you can move this thing, or I'll lead it in front, and you can go to the back and see if you can drag it." ”

"Believe in your ghost!"

At this moment, by the stream of Sanhezhuang, a little boy is squatting on the chessboard with his cheek raiser and thinking about which chess piece to steal next.

This boy is the night.

He suddenly saw brown spots on the black and white chessboard, "Mom!" and ran to the southeast of the village crying.

He shouted as he ran: "Hell, the stone statue vomits blood!

The villagers who had been comfortable for many years ran from the courtyard to the street one after another, and before they could figure out the situation, they suddenly felt a strange blood red in the air.

The blood red grew bigger and bigger, instantly igniting the seal.

From the inside, the sky seemed to be stained with blood, and people were so frightened that they fell to their knees and prayed for the peace of God.

"The world is gone, the demons are gone!"

Ye waved his arms and shouted, only his figure was running around on the street, and his dark eyes raised from time to time, looking at Wang Zimo, who was getting closer and closer to the ground.

"Brother!"

The crisp voice of the night was like Bai Su's call, which pierced deep into Wang Zimo's ears.

Suddenly, Wang Zimo came to his senses.

After landing on the ground, you can leave quickly to avoid the pursuit of the Xuanyang Sword, but what about the people below?

They prostrate themselves on the ground as if they feared the gods.

With the Xuanyang Sword going down like this, Sanhezhuang will definitely be ruined.

Before he had time to think about it, Wang Zimo hurriedly stopped his figure, grabbed Xiang Ming's collar with his reach, turned around, turned his head sharply, and saw that the red tip of the Xuanyang Sword was in front of him.

If you run again, it's too late!

said that it was too late, and in the midst of lightning, Wang Zimo resolutely stretched out his right hand to meet him.

The dark vortex seems to come from the netherworld.

But he saw that the Xuanyang Sword was getting smaller and smaller in Wang Zimo's palm, and it didn't go in in the blink of an eye.

Xiang Ming opened his mouth to say something, but only two words came out of his mouth: "Bull nose!"

Then he saw that Wang Zimo's white face suddenly turned red, and when he turned sallow, he suddenly opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of scarlet blood.

"Bang!"

The thin body was directly upside down on the ground, splashing dust and waking up the villagers who were kneeling and praying.

Xiang Ming froze in mid-air with his hands, but he didn't catch them.

The villagers of Sanhezhuang, who came to their senses, surrounded Wang Zimo one after another, and the more they looked at it, the more familiar they became, until Wang Hanjiang, the head of the Wang family, squeezed into the crowd, and then pointed at Wang Zimo's fingers trembling and stammered: "Yes...... It's the beast!"

"He's not dead yet!"

"Sure enough, it's a disaster, what kind of moth do you want this time, to attract a magic sword to destroy the entire village?"

"Kill him!

"Yes, kill him, kill him!"

......

At this time, Xiang Ming reacted, hurriedly escaped from the void and came to Wang Zimo, and before he could speak, he saw a woman standing in front of him and bowed down.

"Thanks to the help of the immortals, Sanhezhuang was spared!"

This woman is Shirley, the queen of Wang Hanjiang, she bowed her head slightly, fell generously, and her black hair was pulled into a spiritual snake bun, and she was immediately fascinated by Xiang Ming.

Coupled with a sentence of Shangxian patting it, Xiang Ming couldn't find the north, "um", pointed at Wang Zimo and said: "Lock him up first, and when he wakes up, this immortal will interrogate him personally! That Xuanyang Sword is extraordinary, don't act recklessly!"

"But Shangxian, this son is very wicked, what if he wakes up and can't control it?" Wang Huaijin clenched his fists and stared at Wang Zimo, for fear that he would run away.

However, the head of the Han family stepped forward unhurriedly, his rickety body turned to Xiang Ming, "poof", knelt on his knees, and sobbed silently: "Shangxian is the master of the grass people! This gangster killed my second son, and after leaving, my eldest son disappeared, begging Shangxian, begging Shangxian to wait for him to wake up and ask, where did my eldest son go?"

The head of the Han family is the same age as Wang Hanjiang, and he looks like an old man in the twilight at this time, vicissitudes and sadness.

"There are such things! Then it can't be killed! When he wakes up, Ben Xian will find out if he asks!"

Although the Xuanyang Sword was silently incorporated into the Dantian Domain by the prince, its power still brought damage to the peaceful village.

Fierce Yu Hong brushed the west head of Sanhezhuang and passed quickly, hitting a three-zhang deep ravine on the ground.

The ravine stretched to the Idol Mountain, held up by an inexplicable force, and gradually drifted away behind the statue.

In the ancestral hall of Sanhezhuang.

Wang Zimo was thrown like a dead dog in front of the tablets of the ancestors and ancestors. Han Dudu, the ancestor of the Han clan, had appeared once, his eyes narrowed and his face showed murderous intent.

But this erasure machine flashed, and he hurriedly shrank his head and hid back to the sealed realm.

Of course, he is clear about the things outside, and Xiang Ming's strength is even more incomprehensible, he has never encountered that kind of surging coercion, in front of Xiang Ming, Han Dudu is like a three-year-old child, and he can't give birth to the slightest idea of resistance.

What made him even more panicked was Wang Zimo in front of him.

This scoundrel can't even see through cultivation, can he ...... Could it be that the way of the world has really changed?

He was a little kid, and a few years ago he was still killing as much as he wanted between his fingers.

When Xiang Ming was spending all day drinking at the Wang family's family's house, Wang Zimo was in danger with his eyes closed.

If Xiang Ming was in the ancestral hall, he would definitely be able to see clearly from the Spirit Exploration Ring that Wang Zimo's cultivation had plummeted.

The hydrocondensation film on the Soul Ring had long been unpressable, and one bead in the large transparent diamond was barely visible.

This is a sign that the cultivation has fallen into the knot.

The prince was annoyed, regretting that he shouldn't have led Xiang Ming to Sanhezhuang, if he rushed directly to Jincheng, rushed to the White Horse Pavilion, and rushed to the front of the woman in black who killed Ximeng, he would have crashed into it unequivocally.

However, nothing came to pass!

Sanhezhuang is the place where he was born and raised since he was a child, and the prince can't bear to see it destroyed by himself.

Only you can bear it!

In the dantian domain, the galaxy is dim.

Even those lit stars were shattered by the Xuanyang Sword. Wang Zimo's only concern was whether the star that placed the inhabitants of Suzen City would be destroyed, and if it was shattered by the Xuanyang Sword, he would live in guilt forever.

The Xuanyang Sword was like a knife saw, dividing the stars outside the Dao Dan, shattering the dim stars and destroying the lit stars.

It rampage irregularly, but fortunately, the prince settled in time, found the old stump, and temporarily stabilized the Xuanyang Sword with its help.

"Aren't you the leader of the Heavenly God Sect, why do you need the old man to help control the Xuanyang Sword?"

"Xuanyang Sword Pass, what is the matter with the Heavenly God Sect Master?"

On a turquoise planet, Wang Zimo buried himself halfway in a stone flower pot, poking his head out to look up at the old stump above his head.

"Can you come down and talk, my neck hurts!"

The prince glanced at the old stump silently, and then looked at Linlang, who was sitting on the roof of the Sanqing Palace not far away, staring angrily.

"The Xuanyang Sword is transformed by the vitality of the ancestor of the Fengtian God Sect, and it is blessed by the disciples of the God Sect, are you the sect master?"

"Uh......!"

Feelings are a family that does not recognize a family!

No wonder I was able to pull out the Xuanyang Sword, and it always felt familiar!

In addition to being stunned, Wang Zimo was even more surprised!

"How do you control it?"

After thinking about it for a long time, Wang Zimo still asked, and when he heard that the old stump almost fell down, he shook it twice before shaking the green leaves on his head and shouting: "How do I know! Die! Waste my life again!"