Whew!

Fang Junmei and the others, after hearing the voice, didn't think much about it, first the figure burst out and rushed out of this misty area.

......

Bang!

The sound of a huge explosion came from the direction behind him, and the air waves rolled wildly, rolling up a strong storm to hit, and the opponent's attack was at least at the level of the middle stage of the ancestral aperture.

......

Fang Junmei and the others rushed out of the mist area, standing still, their divine senses flying at the same time, their eyes staring at the direction of the fog when they came.

The scene of heaven and earth behind this canyon was immediately imprinted in my mind, and the two people who saw it were immediately stunned.

A pitch-black earth world, surrounded by mountains in the distance, forming a giant valley in the mountains, as if it seemed to have hundreds of thousands of miles!

In the sky, snow fell one after another, falling a thick layer on the ground.

But the snow was not white, but blood-red, dyed, so red that it was shocking, and it seemed to smell blood.

The whole world is made up of pitch black and blood red.

Smart!

Hideous!

......

At the same time as the two of them swept away, there were at least thirty or forty divine senses, sweeping in their direction, each of which was very powerful, all of them at the level of the Ancestral Skill Period.

And in the fog when I came just now, there were already people, walking slowly.

"Two juniors, the response is good!"

The person who came walked with a strange smile, and the figure gradually became clearer.

It was an old man as thin as a bamboo, eight feet tall, with a pale complexion, and his meridians looming, as if he was practicing some evil skills, exuding this strange cyan luster.

The face is long and narrow, the messy white beard is flying in the wind, the two old sword eyebrows are flying, the eagle hooks the nose, the lips are thin, the eyes are long and thin, and the light of the evil qi is abnormal.

The old fellow was dressed in a black ragged robe, covered with a thick black jacket, and rolled up his sleeves again, revealing two thin arms.

The appearance of coming with a fist is particularly murderous.

......

"Old thing, give me your claws, you are such a thing, our brothers have killed a lot!"

Dao Lang in the troubled times said in a cold voice and bragged about cowhide.

Fang Jun's eyebrows were expressionless, looking at the thin old man, but he was more wary of the monks in other directions.

"You junior, your tone is not small. The old man hasn't killed anyone for a long time, so it's up to you to let the old man try his hand!"

The thin old man said with pity, obviously a madman-like monk.

Dao Lang in the troubled times smiled when he heard it, without the slightest fear, only the war spirit was steaming.

Zheng!

Empty sorrow cut out of the sheath and swept out.

The body is self-conscious, crazy and high, a raging and rushing river, towards the four sides of the world, infinitely rushing.

With a single pick, a thunderous waterfall was born. swept towards each other, tumbling freely and smartly, like a sea of thunder that could be swept wantonly.

And Dao Lang himself in the troubled times disappeared into the sea of thunder in an instant.

"You can actually use the Dao Mind Divine Power that contains the Dao of Thunder, and you are a foreign monk?"

When the thin old man saw it, his eyes immediately widened and he spoke.

Speak out.

Manual.

The old guy danced with his hands, and he didn't see the light of the vitality flickering, only the power of the Dao Heart surging, the power of the invisible Dao Heart, and he didn't know what means it had been condensed into, and he saw that the sea of thunder was cut apart.

"Hahahaha——, what about the way that contains thunder? You foreign monks, in terms of the use of the power of the Dao Heart, are far inferior to us!"

The wizened old man laughed.

......

In the blink of an eye, the thunder is gone, and the smoke is born!

Dao Lang in the troubled times also appeared, without saying a word, he just slashed with a knife, with a hard-fought posture.

This knife came out, and I saw the scarlet eyes like a demon god looking down, and in the empty and sad blade, there was also a low and strange voice, like chanting a secret mantra.

It's the dragon going to the sea again!

The strongest means of the Daolang in troubled times.

When the two first arrived, they were about to kill an opponent, Liwei.

Fang Junmei on the other side, he doesn't need to pass on the voice of Daolang in the troubled times, and he knows how to cooperate with him.

His eyes were like gods, staring closely at the movements of the two, and after a tenth of an instant, he violently shook his arms and blasted out - three thunders in the clear sky.

Rumble!

Thunder roared.

Bang!

The second sound.

The chaotic Dao Lang was slapped out by the other party's heavy blow, and a large piece of blood spilled from his chest.

......

"Hahaha——, two juniors, but they know how to use the Yuan Shen Divine Power to sneak attack me, but it's a pity that my dragon evil son Yuan Shen is guarding all the time!"

The wizened old man laughed, not knowing what means were protecting.

The old guy laughed loudly as he chased after the troubled swordsman.

Bang bang bang –

The two fought.

......

This monk who claims to be the son of the dragon evil son makes all of them a Dao Transformation Mind Divine Power, and his One Transformation Mind Divine Power is not mixed with the Dao of Yuan Qi, and it is all the purest and most powerful Dao Mind Divine Power

Dao Lang in the troubled times was bombarded and flew upside down again and again, and the rivers were generally beaten under the sun, and his eyes showed a very strange and painful look, as if there were illusions attacking his mind.

This scene was definitely not unexpected by any of the monks who watched the battle.

"Boy, die!"

After striking seventeen times in a row, the dragon evil son shouted, and with the last palm, he was about to kill the Dao Lang of the troubled times.

The void has collapsed strangely!

In the eyes of Dao Lang in the troubled times, the appearance of the dragon evil son has changed, as if he has become a monk who has defeated him and frustrated him, constantly changing.

This hand is the dragon evil son's specialty of the mind - the nightmare returns, specializing in the mind.

"Old thing, it's you who died!"

Dao Lang in the troubled times shouted angrily, and blood spurted wildly from his mouth.

Fertility –

The electric light on his body burst into flames.

The dragon evil son saw a flower in front of him, and he actually lost the figure of the Dao Lang in the troubled times, and then he felt that the sharp blade was attacking from the direction behind him, and it was close at hand.

The old guy's complexion has changed dramatically!

......

Boom –

The knife of Dao Lang in troubled times has hit a solid knot!

The dragon evil son's protective supernatural power was shattered with a knife, and the thunder sword poured into his body, and he howled miserably.

Flutter –

The troubled Dao Lang didn't stop, his figure flashed, and then several knives slashed out.

......

In the sky, blood and water rushed wildly.

The troubled world Daolang took out the Tianbu Pass, and the old guy of the dragon evil son, after being caught off guard by the first move, was hacked to death by the chaotic knife before he could react.

Bang bang bang –

Several broken corpses fell with a bang, and landed on the crimson snow, and there was no sound.

......

Dao Lang stopped the knife in the troubled times, and he was also splashed with blood, but his expression was as fierce as a wolf, and he swept around a little viciously.

Snort -

Without saying a word, he tore open the storage space of the dragon demon and picked up the contents inside.

......

Whew-

The wind is howling.

Red snow is flying.

In the four fields, there was no other sound.

But in the distant places, on the mountains on all sides, ninety percent of the monks were already stunned, and their pupils condensed.

"What a powerful boy, such a clever figure, the dragon evil son who almost slaughtered the old man back then, was killed in such a short period of time. ”

Someone sighed.

"Is that the legendary Tianbuta?"

Some people sighed, and there was slowly envy and jealousy in their voices.

More monks were silent.

......

Dao Lang in the troubled times was very fast, and he quickly collected the things of the dragon evil son in one go, and then he found a healing pill to take it.

Fang Junmei was already guarding his side.

And killing the dragon evil son, the purpose of establishing authority, seems to have been achieved, and there is no monk to provoke.

It was only at this moment that the two of them had time to take a closer look at the monks.

......

"What's going on with these guys, almost all of them look fierce and evil, with a gloomy temperament, like beasts, how can they come to all evil cultivators?"

Daolang in the troubled times soon discovered the abnormality and transmitted the sound to Fang Junmei.

Fang Jun's eyebrows swept over everyone, swept over the blood-red mountains and fields, swept over the red snow falling in the sky, and replied: "I'm afraid it's related to this world, I have to find someone to ask, lest we also fall into the Tao." ”

Dao Lang nodded slightly.

The two of them swept their eyes again, and looked carefully at the way they came, and their divine consciousness also burrowed into the mist, and there was still a feeling of being swallowed.

I know that most of the people can't get out, so I'll put this matter aside for the time being.

After sweeping around again, Fang Junmei and the Troubled World Daolang flew in one direction.

In that direction, the small hill stands, only more than a thousand zhang high, standing on the top of the mountain, is an elegant middle-aged man in a white robe, between the eyebrows, it looks a little upright.

Seeing the two of them flying in his direction, the elegant middle-aged man seemed to guess why they came, smiled bitterly, and entered the cave behind him, but did not close the door.

......

"I've seen Brother Dao!"

The two stood outside the door and saluted.

Fang Junmei said: "The two of us have just arrived, can you ask Brother Dao a few things." ”

The elegant man was behind the door, glanced at the two of them carefully, and said with a wry smile: "Two fellow Daoists, you shouldn't come here." ”

"It's all here, it's useless to be depressed, of course it's to fight forward!"

Fang Junmei said.

The elegant man shook his head and smiled bitterly, and so far, his expression was extremely bitter and full of regret.

"Well, tell you so!"

The elegant man said a word and invited the two of them in.

......

The door is not closed, but it is wide open.

There are simple stone tables and chairs in the cave, and after the guests and hosts are seated, the elegant man said: "The outside world is called the place of death, and this place is called the place of death of the heart. ”

"How?"

Dao Lang asked.

The elegant man said: "The monks who come here will not only be unable to get out again, but their minds will be attacked by invisible and invisible attacks, and they will become more and more cold and evil. ”

When the two of them heard this, their faces froze.

"Can this change?"

"How did it change?"

The two asked.

"Do you see the snow outside? The snow is called the blood of the ice god!"

The elegant man bowed his head towards the outside of the door, his gaze desperate as death.