Ah Bao turned his head to look at Xu Tu's corpse, silent for a long time. Everyone present seemed to hear a wordless sigh.

Under everyone's gaze, Po's dark circles gradually faded, the hair on his face slowly disappeared, and his figure began to become taller.

In the blink of an eye, the cute bear disappeared, and the one standing in front of everyone had already become a handsome young man in a red robe.

The young man's eyes were slightly misty, and the whole person had an indescribable sleepiness, and a trace of black gas faintly sprouted from his shoulders and neck, but he seemed to be completely unaware of it.

Slowly turning to the five hundred Boundless Valley disciples in robes, the young man lazily spoke: "What you promised me, shouldn't you want to go back on it?"

"It's him!" the robes saw clearly now, and the person in front of them turned out to be the deacon of the mountain gate who had led them to dig a pit in the ruins before!

He actually killed Xu Tu?

The red-robed men were shocked, the deacon's strength was beyond their pathetic imagination.

Back?

Who would dare to regret it at this time? Xu Tuli in the Jindan period was not very powerful? Three times and five divided by two was already cold, wouldn't it be looking for death to regret it under his nose?

Moreover...... What else is there to be afraid of when he opens the mountain gate?

The mountain gate is gone, Xu Tu's body is still on the ground, and "Ten Thousand Flowers" can't be lost after thinking about it, so what is there to hesitate about?

"Come with me to attack the mountain protection array!" suddenly resounded in the crowd.

Before the words could be heard, the man picked up a stone from the ground and smashed it into the glowing circle.

A certain chief deacon didn't raise his eyes, and when he heard the voice, he knew that such an eye-catching person must be the Lu Da Movie Emperor.

Immediately after Lu Shi, a dazzling sword qi also shot towards the big array, compared to Lu Shi's only symbolic attack, this sword qi really stirred up a few ripples on the big array.

The owner of this sword qi is Pu Haobai. Although Senior Brother Pu said that his brain was funny, he still had a score in his heart about who to fight.

The next sword qi came from Hu Wu, and in addition to spiritual power, that sword qi carried more hatred.

Several attacks rose one after another from the crowd, and for most of the Infinite Valley disciples wearing robes, at this time, it didn't matter what hatred and resentment they had, there was only one thing that mattered—the effect of the first and second handovers should be different, right?

The sparse attacks gradually converged into waves, and wave after wave of ripples flashed from the mountain protection array, and the sound of hundreds of people's attacks shook the sky and the earth, and no one could stop them!

The legs of the hundreds of elite red-robed people on the side trembled, and in the face of the general trend, they felt like a light boat drifting in the waves, even if there were many small boats like themselves around them, they could not bring people even the slightest sense of security.

Finally, a red robe slowly tore off the sleeves of his robe. He turned around, closed his eyes, and slammed the weapon in his hand on the large array.

Then, there were countless cracking voices tearing the sleeves of the robe......

The tide is over!

Hall Master Zhu, who was standing far away, let out a heavy sigh.

When Xu Tu appeared, he had a chance to return to his own formation, but who knew that after a little hesitation, Xu Tu would have died.

As soon as Xu Tu died, Lao Zhu didn't dare to make any more moves, he had the cultivation of the middle stage of Jindan, and he thought that he must be much stronger than Xu Tu, but he could be on that

is only a strange cute bear, and he really has no confidence in his heart.

The sound of the ping-pong attacking the big array was endless, and Jin Enming looked at the misty young man in the field with extremely hateful eyes in the big array.

Jin Dazhang clenched his fists several times, but he didn't take action after all. Looking up at the clouds not far away, he knew that there was a powerful aura that carried the smell of death that had been locking on to him.

Grit the steel teeth!

With tears in his eyes, Jin Enming stomped his feet fiercely, scooped up the pile of spiritual stones that supplied spiritual energy to the mountain protection array, and then shot away in the direction away from the battlefield!

With Jin Enming's departure, the mountain protection array could no longer withstand the continuous blows of hundreds of people, and it shattered!

More than a dozen black-robed people from the Duobao Sect appeared in the valley, and without saying hello, they rushed all the way towards the location of Hall Master Zhu.

No one stood in the way.

Hall Master Zhu didn't say a word, and walked away with his disciples, just as if he had just lost an inconsequential game of backgammon.

The red-robed people broke the circle and honestly stood in place waiting for it to fall, but the chief deacon of the mountain stood there with a tangled face, not knowing what he was fighting against.

At this time, one of the people in the mountain gate spoke loudly: "Qiu Ye, the deacon of the mountain gate, is ordered to take over the follow-up affairs!"

Everyone was distracted, and hurriedly turned their eyes to the deacon master who had a large axe on his chest.

Qiu Ye put his hands behind his back and spoke, "Former disciple of Wuliang Valley, immediately retreat fifty miles to the west and wait for the arrival. In the opening of the mountain gate, the disciples of the Qiu clan will follow me into the valley to investigate, and the rest of the disciples will take care of the battlefield and act immediately!"

The disciples of Wuliang Valley secretly exchanged glances, and there were also some voices of discussion, but after all, no one dared to open their mouths to express any opinions, and they honestly went west one after another.

On the side of the mountain gate, more than 20 children of the Qiu family jumped out of the crowd and stood straight behind Qiu Ye, waiting for the follow-up task. The other disciples were silent, and even deliberately put on expressions without any expression on their faces.

Qiu Ye looked around, a satisfied expression appeared on his face, and then walked up to Gai Tao seemingly casually, and whispered a few words to his old partner.

Gai Tao put on a poker face and said nothing. After Qiu Ye finished speaking, he didn't nod or reply, and left the crowd in a daze.

Not long after, Gai Tao drove a flying boat back, quietly suspended in the air, and the huge shadow of the ship happened to cover half of Qiu Ye's face intentionally or unintentionally.

Qiu Ye frowned, then smiled lightly, trotted towards a young man who was still standing in the field, and lowered his voice and said, "Chief Qian Deacon, please get on the flying boat, please teach you." ”

Mr. Qian's mental state was obviously not quite right, his neck stiffened, and it took a lot of effort to turn his gaze to Qiu Ye.

Qiu Ye looked at the head deacon's Mu Ran face with an inquiring face, and didn't dare to say another word.

After a long time, Mr. Qian replied in a hoarse voice: "Okay!"

After answering, Mr. Qian did not get on the flying boat, but moved to Chu Nan with his stiff legs, and under the gaze of hundreds of eyes, he slowly put away the pillow, and then held Chu Nan in his arms with a very beautiful princess hug. adjusted Chu Nan's comfortable posture, and Mr. Qian flicked his legs and stuck himself on the flying boat like a wooden stake.

Gai Tao saluted lightly, and saw the general deacon's stupid appearance,

Knowing that Bacheng would not get a response, he didn't say anything more, and skillfully drove the flying boat in the direction of the Qingling Sect.

The flying boat traveled extremely fast, but it also took two days and two nights to fly from the Infinite Valley to the Qingling Sect.

In the past two days, Chief Executive Qian has really been as motionless as wood, and the hand holding Chu Nan has not been put down, allowing the dazzling morning sun and the afterglow of the setting sun to alternately pass in front of his eyes, he has always had that unchanged but by no means relaxed expression.

Gai Tao was really not used to this embarrassing atmosphere, and wanted to talk to the chief deacon who had been quite happy before, but he swallowed it back when the words came to his mouth.

He faintly felt that there might be something wrong with the general executive's physical condition at the moment, and the black gas that kept overflowing from his neck was weird and abnormal, which made people can't help but stand on end at a glance, and they can't help but ask where to start.

Indeed, Qian Yang was really in big trouble at this time! The black qi that was constantly exuding around him was just an appearance, and its root cause was his knowledge of the sea.

Now that his sea of consciousness has been firmly wrapped in a thick black qi, Qian Yang is now trying his best to maintain a little clarity in his consciousness all the time, as long as he relaxes a little, that black qi will invade his sea of consciousness without hesitation, and that consequence is definitely not something Qian Yang is willing to face.

What is that black qi? Qian Yang knew very well that it was a demon in his heart!

The last time the demon attacked, Qian Yang didn't prepare for it at all, and this time the demon was actually caused by himself.

Don't look at Qian Yang's response to the outside world now, but his consciousness is very sober, so sober that he may never be so sober in his life. It's just that his sobriety has been used to maintain sobriety, and he can't care about anything else.

Qian Yang, who is the most sober in history, is now extremely active in his thinking, and the scenes of the past are churning in his thoughts, if there are some things that he can't remember clearly, it doesn't matter, the heart trick can solve all the problems about memory.

At this time, he was still using the conscience trick of the loser Qian Yang didn't know if it was a drink to quench his thirst, he couldn't take care of that anymore, he only knew that if he didn't think about something well now, it was very likely that in the next second, his consciousness would be devoured by the demons.

At this time, Mr. Qian was trying to think about some things that could stimulate his interest, such as: How did he bother to summon the demons step by step?

As soon as he thought of this, Qian Yang first thought of the old Ding Tou of Qingling Pavilion.

When he just felt that there was something wrong with his body, the old Ding Tou, who had lived for two hundred years, told him in a serious voice: If the cultivation is improving too fast, and the state of mind can't keep up with the cultivation, the inner demon is coming.

Qian Yang felt that Lao Dingtou's words were very reasonable, he just improved his cultivation too quickly.

In the battle of the dark swamp, Qian Yang was in great trouble, and Houfu came extremely violently, turning the shame of the nameless Xiuzhen realm into a local tyrant nouveau riche with a net worth of millions in an instant.

If you have money, you naturally have to spend it hard, even if Qian Yang tries his best to control himself not to be so hard, but the best elixir has never stopped, and the valuable Lingmi Lingmu has never been broken.

It's okay to eat and drink well, but when you already know that you are going to eat and get sick, you have to eat desperately, that is, you can't get along with yourself.

Of course, Qian Yang will not get along with himself for no reason, in the final analysis, this matter is an old man surnamed Tang who wants to make him unable to get by!

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