Laiyuan River.

The river is raging and unstoppable.

The endless Yin Si Ghost Army and the Asura of the Blood Sea Clan were like two galloping horses galloping at high speed on the battlefield of Laiyuan, nearly a thousand miles away, colliding in one place, and the battlefield was tragic.

Above the void.

The Eastern Ghost Emperor was wearing an imperial crown, wearing a black big covering, and his middle-aged face that seemed to be in his forties and fifties was cold, and his eyes looked indifferently at the great freedom in the distance.

In his left hand, he held a tiger-headed broadsword, six feet and two minutes long, and the blade was surging like water, exuding a soul-stealing aura.

The two of them just had a tentative fight, no matter how good they were.

Du Ziren, the southern ghost emperor on the side, waved the long hook of the ghost weapon to block Shiva's blow.

Then he dodged to the side.

The Southern Ghost Emperor was a middle-aged fat man in his thirties, with a pair of light eyebrows, and his fat eyes were squeezed to the size of mung beans, and he snorted coldly: "Freedom in the sky, the Laiyuan Dao Deed has been signed for less than a hundred years, and you are so reckless, are you not afraid of the Styx Ancestor to blame?"

The sound was like a bell, as if he was drinking, perhaps because he was too angry, and the fat on his face trembled a little.

Da Zi Zai Tian Bo Xun sneered, but he didn't say anything yet.

"Hehe......"

Behind him, Shiva stepped forward, her graceful posture like a weak willow supporting the wind, and the two voices of poignant and sharp and delicate were mixed together, making the listeners frown.

"Dawde, you're... Say this?"

But listen to the 'sting'.

A golden silk silk covered with dense mantras was torn in half by Shiva, and as it was torn, a colorless flame rose up, and Laiyuan Daoqi fluttered in the wind and turned into pieces of fly ash.

The Southern Ghost Emperor's eyes narrowed, almost into a line, the cold light was all around, and he said coldly: "Good ......"

That deed is attached to the will power of the two Great Luo Daozun, since Shiva can be blatantly torn up, it can only show one problem, there is absolutely no room for turning around this matter.

The people of the two sides stopped talking nonsense and fought in one place again.

At this time, it was different from the previous war, because of the existence of the two Da Luo Jin Immortals behind them, the two sides were jealous and measured.

After a while, the two Ghost Emperors and the Blood Sea each had an Immortal True Immortal fall.

The two sides also gradually played some real fire.

"Bang. ”

At this moment, an old figure suddenly vomited blood and flew out, his face was pale golden, his breath was sluggish, and he looked at Bo Xun with a look of anger.

But it was the Eastern Ghost Emperor who fell behind.

"Although you and I both belong to Taiyi Golden Immortal, Taiyi is also strong and weak, and you are weak... This Wang is strong!"

Bo Xun's body was tall and majestic, and the phantom shadow on his body seemed to attract all the light in the world.

But a handsome face like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, two eyes bright like jewels, his voice was dry and hoarse, and his eyes were unruly.

The expression is indifferent to everything, including his own life and honor and disgrace.

This is a true seeker.

In order to seek the truth, he can not care about the green hat on his head to build a tower. In order to seek the Tao, he can turn into a woman to seduce the World-Honored One's 'true desires' and steal the Great Luo Dao Fruit.

Even if for this kind of existence, the appearance of men and women is just a thought, but if you want to arouse the desire of the world-honored one.

Those low-end transfiguration techniques are obviously not applicable. So...

The Demon King Bo Xun, who has great perseverance and great wisdom, is not comparable to an Eastern Ghost Emperor whose potential has been exhausted, and if the Central Ghost Emperor is here, he may still be a little jealous.

"Ahem... Even if you are strong, if you don't come to Daluo for a day, you won't be able to kill the old man. The Eastern Ghost Emperor's face was calm, stepping into the void, a pair of vicissitudes of life did not care about his injury, but looked at Bo Xun lightly, and the corners of his mouth with black blood stains showed a hint of ridicule, "The old man will spit out a few mouthfuls of blood at most." ”

Bo Xun sneered, and did not say anything to refute.

At this moment, Bo Xun's good-looking brows suddenly furrowed, his face was angry, his body shook, and he covered his chest with his hands.

"Poof. ”

The right hand was thrust into the heart, but the red light flashed, and the strange thing was that there was not a drop of blood flowing out of the wound.

"Pemba..."

A heart as clear as a black stone fell in the palm of the Demon King Bo Xun.

The heart of the black stone was the size of a basketball, with two halves, and the two blood-colored meridians as thick as a baby's arm were intertwined, as if they were concentric knots.

The other half is rapidly shrinking and eventually disappearing.

"Umo?!"

Bo Xun's eyes were gloomy, his face was pale with pain, and cold sweat was dripping from the corners of his forehead.

This is really heart-wrenching!

Lanyu Castle.

The sound of killing in the city shook the sky.

Several Asura princesses resisted for a while, and with the help of the magic circle in the city, they fled to the sea of blood.

After an hour, the sound of fighting gradually became sparse and scattered. The head of the city was also replaced with the banner of Yin Si.

"Crunch, crunch. ”

It was a large amount of blood flowing on the fly ash, soaked into a mud... The sound of being stepped on with a foot is like stepping on a thick slush.

Xu Gao and Huang Lin, the two envoys of the Huangquan Festival, led the landing north towards the tall and majestic Lanyu City......

"This time, it depends on the timely arrival of the envoy of the Lu Palace, otherwise if Lan Yucheng is lost, the consequences will be unimaginable. ”

Huang Lin said with palpitations.

In addition to Xu Gao's desire to speak, the other two Huangquan Festival envoys also echoed their words.

Lu Bei's expression was indifferent, and he said in a deep voice: "Governor Huang is polite, and he has been entrusted by Luo Yu for six days, so it should be so." ”

For the identity of Lu Bei, in addition to the palace guards of the Sixth Palace of Luo Yu and the envoys of the Twelfth Army, such as Huanglin Xu Gao and other Huangquan Jiedu envoys, due to the permanent stationing on the Yinchuan battlefield and the blockage of news... I don't know.

Of course, Lu Bei is not superficial enough to preach everywhere in the world. He believes in his own power more than the fox and the tiger.

A few people stepped into Lanyu City, and there was already a reception banquet in the city.

A few people simply used wine and food and drank tea in the flower hall.

Xu Gao's face was solemn, and he stopped talking: "Brother Lu, Concubine Wumo died at your hands, I'm afraid that Zizai Tianbo will not give up, and this matter needs to be reported to the Sixth Palace." ”

Zizi Tianbo Xun is a demon king with Taiyi Golden Immortal cultivation, although he is confronting the Ghost Emperor of the Five Directions at the moment, it is difficult to guarantee that he will not lose control of his emotions after the death of his wife Wumo, and send an incarnation towards Lan Yucheng.

Huang Lin also came back to his senses at this time, remembering the seriousness of the matter,

With a scruffy beard, his joy gradually faded, his brows were deeply locked, and he said in an urn voice: "Bo Xun is facing the Five Directions Ghost Emperor, and he also has time to send out the incarnation?"

Xu Gao sighed, "The Taiyi generation is not something we can imagine, and it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no weird supernatural powers when fighting against the Ghost Emperor, and don't forget... Son of the Blood God. ”

"Blood God Son!"

Hearing this, Huang Lin's complexion changed greatly, and he lost his voice.

Although the Blood God Son is the famous supernatural power of the Styx Ancestor, it does not mean that this supernatural power can no longer be used by anyone except the Styx Ancestor.

Lu Bei was calm, took a glass of wine lightly, and thought in his heart.

Even if Bo Xun sent an incarnation, it was estimated that it would be at the Golden Immortal level.

He now holds several innate spirit treasures, and his offensive and defensive abilities are comparable to those of a golden immortal, and he is not afraid.

After seven years of cultivation... It was said that it was seven years, but in fact, through the power of refining the demon pot, he had been cultivating for two thousand years.

A magical means of attacking, the power is unpredictable.

This is unfathomable.

Well, even he Lu Bei himself doesn't know which level he belongs to.

However, after killing the True Immortal Peak Wumo, he temporarily positioned himself as a Golden Immortal.

"Governor Xu, Governor Huang...... You can quickly build a forbidden magic circle in Lanyu City," Lu Bei gently put down his wine glass and said coldly: "As for the free Tianbo Xun, Lu is waiting for him!"

Xu Gao and Huang Lin saw that Lu Beicheng was in his chest, so they didn't say anything more, and turned around to arrange the magic circle.