Grand canyon.

The wind is drizzling, the light moon is sparse and the stars are sparse.

Several peaks hang in the blue water, and the emerald color hangs for four days.

The pavilion in mid-air is full of bright light, warm smoke and glow, sparse shadows, and hidden jade toads.

The real people live on the cloud couch, and the clouds on the gate of heaven are continuous, and all kinds of silence are silent.

As soon as Xu Zhenren brought back the Puzhen who had failed in the fight, he saw the blood river hanging upside down, the sky changing color, and Situ Lang's arrogant voice spread far away, and everyone heard it.

"Situ Lang,"

When you hear this name, you can't help but sink your heart.

Compared with Su Xiaomei of the Hehe and Huan Sects, Situ Lang is much more famous, as a figure cultivated by the Blood Demon Sect, he has a tenacious mind and mysterious powers.

Two years ago, Situ Lang even killed Jiang Zhixing, a genius of the Nanhua faction, which even caused the anger of the Dongtian Zhenren, almost causing the conflict between the Blood Demon Sect and the Nanhua faction to escalate.

After Xuanmen lost two in a row, it was really a headache to have such a powerful demon path giant come down.

"I'll meet Situ Lang for a while. ”

Jiang Zhao, who came from the Nanhua faction, got up from the cloud couch, and the gloomy bright light fell from the gate of heaven, hanging to the ground, intertwined into the sound of killing, and jingled.

Of course, Xu Zhenren knew about the grudge between the Jiang family of the Nanhua faction and Situ Lang, but he was still unsettled in his heart.

Without him, it would be difficult for Jiang Zhaozhong's strength to defeat Situ Lang, and the biggest possibility was that he would lose the battle, and if he was unlucky, he would have the possibility of falling.

You must know that he is now the head of the Xuanmen, and if he allows his colleagues to die in vain, he will complain and have personal enmity in the future.

Just when Xu Zhenren was hesitating, suddenly, a green aura rushed into the sky, thunder dispersed the blood clouds, thunder exploded, and it was full of vitality, showing a strength that did not belong to Situ Lang.

The voices of the two people also came down from the nine heavens, and everyone present could hear them clearly.

Asked: "The change is from the heart, the anger is thunderous, the fantasy is really amazing, I don't know which Taoist friend is opposite?"

Answer, "Taiyi Sect, Jing Younan, a disciple of the Taixuan Cave Heavenly Sect, has seen Situ Daoyou. ”

"Hmm, someone is up to Situ Lang?"

"Jing Younan, which one is it?"

"I've never heard of it. ”

The real people in Taichung were shocked and talked in low voices.

"Jing Younan,"

When Zhao Yanfu heard this name, she was stunned for a while, and then she reacted, her pretty face changed color, she got up in a hurry, came to the screen in three or two steps, and stared at it.

I saw that in mid-air, a handsome young man was wearing a Taoist crown, wearing a colorful fairy clothes, a rusty thunder pond on the top, a yin and yang on the bottom, and a nine-fold halo on the back of his head.

She carefully looked at this figure she hadn't seen for more than ten years, her slender eyebrows furrowed, surprised, happy, and worried.

"Huh,"

Seeing Zhao Yanfu behaving like this, several Xuanmen real people were a little surprised.

They all know that Zhao Yanfu is just a new real person who has only married in the last one or two decades, but she holds a secret treasure in her hand, has strong magical powers, and does not belong to an ordinary veteran real person, and she has a cold temperament and rarely speaks, giving people a kind of indifference that no one can approach.

Such a gaffe is rare for Zhao Yanfu.

Xu Zhenren, as the principal, was highly respected, and had no other scruples, so he asked directly, "Zhao Zhenren, do you know this Jing Zhenren of Taiyi Sect?"

"Hmm,"

Zhao Yanfu wrapped her arms around her chest, her jade face was cold, and said, "An acquaintance." ”

"Acquaintances. ”

Xu Zhenren nodded, thoughtful.

Situ Lang was wearing a white bone crown on his head, wearing a blood Yiwan magic robe, his cheekbones were like prints, his cheeks were emaciated, and the blood in his eyes was beating, showing the scene of a mountain of bloody sea corpses.

The river of blood under his feet was surging, and hundreds of demons poked their heads out of the river, stretched out their ghost claws, and roared in the sky, but there was no sound at all, no sound of water, no roar of demons.

Looking Jing Younan up and down a few times, Situ Lang's eyes were full of blood, and he said, "I haven't heard of it." ”

Jing Younan didn't speak, and with a finger of his hand, the clouds on the gate of heaven turned, showing a big five-element peanut gourd, lifting it up, tearing the atmosphere, and falling directly in front of Situ Lang.