Ye Lao sat in the bamboo shed, took out an old book by the faint light of the lantern, and looked at it slowly.

Holding a fruit, the little man looked in the direction of Kyoto and nibbled on it tastelessly. Before you know it, the guy has been gone for half a decade. Obviously he was arrested to be a spiritual pet, but the little fool has always been a little obsessed, and since he went to Kyoto, he always feels like something is missing. A few days ago, the old man happily told it that they had a master-apprentice fate in their lives. What fate is, Xiao Han doesn't understand, but with that guy as a teacher, I don't have to think about it to know that it's impossible.

An evening breeze blew, mixed with some moisture. Ye Lao raised his eyes and looked in the direction of Kyoto, and whispered, "After sleeping for eighteen years, it's time to wake up." ”

Ye Lao dipped his fingers in saliva and turned the book page by page. I saw that the pages of the book were turning faster and faster, and with the turning of the pages, black clouds gradually piled up in the sky. The book is not too thick, and it has come to an end in an instant. Ye Lao stood up, the aura on his body rose sharply, and purple heavenly thunder flashed faintly in the thick clouds.

The fruit in the little fool's arms fell to the ground, and it froze in place and did not dare to move.

Ye Lao straightened up, stood in place for a long time, and then smiled calmly, and the book in his hand turned into ashes and scattered. Ye Lao looked up at the thick clouds and asked with a smile: "Do you really want to be the enemy of the old man?" The thick clouds suddenly rolled, and the purple thunder beat violently.

This small monk in front of him wants to challenge the authority of heaven and earth!

Purple thunder continued to brew in the thick clouds, and finally did not descend on the world. After another gust of evening wind, the thick clouds slowly dispersed, and the world returned to tranquility.

Ye Lao straightened his back again, and a black robe was silently covered on his body. In the frightened eyes of the little fool, he walked out of the bamboo shed and into the boundless night.

"It's going to be a change......

......

When the translucent swirl of light disappeared, the white tornado dissipated into the heavens and the earth. The hall has been filled with aura again.

Li Yanqing stood outside the enchantment, his bloodshot eyes always wandering in the black mist, as if looking for a gap in the enchantment. There was a loud bang in the Dao Hall of Fangcai, and the huge spiritual power fluctuations shook up thick smoke and dust, and the smoke and dust escaped from the enchantment, and Li Yanqing even felt the breath of the world collapsing.

"Miss Emei, you and I will start from three positions and try to shake this barrier. ”

Miss Emei lives in seclusion on the floating island all the year round, and is the holy beast Qinglong in this life. It is rumored that the floating island where the Li family stands on the top of the clouds is refined from her old body. When the dark turmoil occurred, the fairy world collapsed, and the little ancestor of the Li family saved her life from a forbidden place connected to the fairy world, and she has been guarding the Li family ever since. A thousand years ago, when the little ancestor of the Li family traveled far and wide, he made an agreement with her - "When you return to your hometown, you will bow your head and draw eyebrows for Yi." This is where the name of Luo Emei comes from. For thousands of years, Luo Emei has long regarded the Li family as her own family, and the people of the Li family are her relatives. What's more, Liu Ruoxin has had a good relationship with her since she was a child.

Chongde Ancestor, Lan Ming Ancestor, and Luo Emei changed their moves, trying to open a gap from the weak point of the enchantment. Most of the elders of the Li family gathered here and lined up in a formation for the three of them to recover. The Black Mist Enchantment was getting weaker and weaker under the impact, but it never dissipated.

......

"Uncle Li......" Ye Hongfeng lay on the ground, his fingers bent into claws, and he sank into the stone bricks of the Dao Hall, leaving a few dents. Liu Ruoxin knelt beside him, her hand on his shoulder, silent, as if she was sobbing.

There was a dead silence in the hall, and only the sound of crying and mourning lingered in the ears for a long time.

"What should I do next?" Lian Qing looked at Lan Ning, at this time, they were probably the only ones who could still keep their senses.

"There must be lackeys of the Hell Hall outside the Dao Palace, you and I are only at the peak of the Jiedan, and we must not be able to compete. ”

"If you forcibly break the seal......

Lan Ning's face froze, a little hesitant, and then sighed: "That's the only way......

Lian Qing and Lan Ning are both formed by the incarnation of a first-grade immortal artifact, Ziling Bead, which is subject to the master's realm, and only has the strength of the peak of the Jiedan. Ziling Zhu was originally Li Xiaowei's natal weapon, and the so-called "as soon as the pearl comes out, all kinds of small silence will be extinguished", which describes the glory of the previous generation of saints of the Li family.

"Bang! bang!"

In the shadows around the main hall, seven black mist people paced out, and the leader of them clapped his hands unhurriedly, with a smile on his face.

Chen Lang's waste is really useless, and it is really a puppet with an empty body, and he has fallen to the point of dying together with a waste with a corrupt foundation. So far, only this seat has worked harder, and I will personally send you on the road. ”

Chen Lang was most likely the previous Black Mist people, and now he had been wiped out with the collapse of the small world of Lingchi. Lian Qing and Lan Ning were close together, waiting for an opportunity to break through. They could see that the seven people in front of them were all in the realm of enlightenment, and the person in the lead was the pinnacle of enlightenment, faintly about to break through to the Mahayana realm.

Ye Hongfeng turned his head suddenly, clenched his fists and rushed towards the black mist man led by him, "Uncle Li is not a waste......

The black mist man led by him smiled cruelly, and the black mist that enveloped his whole body turned into a giant python, rolled Ye Hongfeng and smashed the top of the main hall, and then threw it back to the ground, smashing out a deep pit.

"Dead Xiucai!" Liu Ruoxin hurriedly rushed forward, but was stopped by Lian Qing.

"Miss, Ye Gongzi is not dead yet. ”

Lan Ning and Lian Qing glanced at each other, their breath climbed, and the beads in their hands gradually cracked. The two flew out and fought with the black mist people in the temple.

Ye Hongfeng's bloodstained hands clinged to the stone bricks on the edge of the pit, and he repeated his previous words in a trance, "Uncle Li is not a waste, not a ......"

"Zhai Yu, help me quickly, pull him up. Liu Ruoxin said with a crying voice.

Zhai Yu didn't know when he had come to Liu Ruoxin's back, and there was no emotion in his eyes, as if he had changed as a person.

"Don't ...... Don't!" Ye Hongfeng screamed weakly, blood rushing to his face and flowing into his eyes. Zhai Yu's hand passed through Liu Ruoxin's left heart like a sharp sword, shattering her heart.

Ye Hongfeng felt so powerless for the first time, Uncle Li died to save him, and now Liu Ruoxin is also on the verge of death. His hand clinging to the stone bricks grasped something with all his might, but he couldn't catch anything, and slowly fell into the pit.

......

"Tick ...... Plop!"

In the darkness, the crimson glimmer lit up again, and the blood droplets beat like hearts.

"She can't die!" Ye Hongfeng said dimly while lying in the dark.

"Plop!" seemed to respond to his words, and the blood droplets beat again, like the heart of heaven and earth.

......

The Black Mist people were still standing on the edge of the shadows, and they didn't know who the person who suddenly killed Liu Ruoxin was, and that person left with one blow, hiding in this heaven and earth, not knowing where to go.

Lian Qing and Lan Ning had already turned into purple lingzhu, spinning in Liu Ruoxin's heart. In the center of the purple bead, a drop of red blood was beating, and the aura of heaven and earth gathered with each beat, maintaining her vitality.

"She can't die!" the words came from the horizon, from eternity, from the deep pit, like the law!

The Black Mist people were all startled, they only felt that there was some behemoth in the deep pit and opened their eyes, and then the heavens and the earth began to mourn.

The ebony branches had already fallen, and Ye Hongfeng was suspended in the air of the Dao Hall, his silver hair flying wantonly. His eyes were full of silver, but there were stars annihilated in the depths, ripples emanating from him, that was the power of the law!

The Black Mist Enchantment struggled and rolled, but finally it couldn't bear it and shattered. The dark clouds in the sky converged again, and the raindrops were also swept in, turning into vortices and hanging into the Dao Hall.

"She can't die!"

Chongde Ancestor and the others palpitated for a while, and the sense of oppression in those words made their chests tight.

Suddenly, the heavens and the earth changed, and the color of the wind and clouds in all directions changed.

Short story after the chapter:

Ye Hongfeng was complacent and said, "I feel like I'm old critics." ”

The pen is good to discuss: "Child, wake up, you are still just a weak chicken." ”

Ye Hongfeng: "Mortal, you are just jealous of my strength. ”

It's good to discuss: "Oh, it seems that if you don't find someone to abuse you, I'm afraid you won't be able to distinguish between real dreams." ”

Ye Hongfeng turned his head to look at the pen to discuss, and smiled darkly, "Or let's compare and compare." ”

That day...... Alas, the picture is too beautiful, not to mention.