272. Wuji Ancestor

"Damn it, damn it! Damn the Divine Realm, how did it come so quickly?"

Inside the Valley of Flowers.

When Wuji Ancestor dragged his body out of the Gouyu Cave and appeared in the Gouyuding Grottoes, he immediately felt that the terrifying Huanghuang Tianwei covered his heart.

Bright and beautiful, rare and gloomy over the Valley of Hundred Flowers, suddenly dark clouds are thick, and mountain rain is coming.

Wuji Ancestor's face changed.

Take the weathered rainbow, instantly out of the top of the jade, one hundred miles in one breath, step on the peak of Huashan Mountain.

Legend has it that this ancient world, there is a Shenzhou enchantment, the invisible power covers the nine directions of the Shenzhou, no one is allowed to set foot in the martial arts, if there is anyone who dares to violate, every thirty years will be thunder from the sky, once stronger than once, until the death of the party, not to allow the exotic congenital to cross the border, but those who cross the border, the merit is cut fifty percent, one day a month fine.

Wuji Ancestor is actually not called Wuji Ancestor, this is her name after she proved that she was born in martial arts, and she called herself the name of the two old Taoists on the Demon Suppression Cliff in order to squeeze the two old Taoists on the Demon Suppression Cliff.

Before becoming the ancestor of Wuji, his name was Xiang Kui, born in Shenzhou, from the hidden world and the secret lineage of the Valley of Hundred Flowers, but although it originated in Shenzhou, it was finally a martial arts outside Shenzhou, and the Shenzhou enchantment was regarded as an exotic congenital, but fortunately, there was still an original breath to connect the heavens and the earth, compared to the real exotic congenital will open a side, there is something to be done, for example, the suppression of the power body is only thirty percent, and it is like the punishment of heaven, at least once in March.

This time he returned to Shenzhou, Wuji Ancestor was already prepared to be suppressed and punished by the Shenzhou Enchantment, and he also knew that it was impossible to stay in his homeland for a long time, but he didn't expect that he had only returned for ten days, and he had already attracted heavenly punishment, which was far from unexpected.

But swearing and anger is useless, only to face it.

Between the peaks of Huashan Mountain, thunder descended into the world, and Huanghuang Tianwei swore to suppress heretical visitors.

Shenhong manifested the fairy traces, and the Wuji Ancestor turned into yin and yang in anger, forming a Wuji Qi, competing for the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder.

The thunder and purple lightning in the sky came slowly, and when it went, it was fast, and after three blows, the clouds and haze dispersed.

If the rain passes and the sky is clear, the gloomy and gloomy heaven and earth return to brightness.

The smoke and dust on the ground that was stirred up by the aftermath of thunder and lightning gradually fell, revealing the face of the Wuji Ancestor who was even more gloomy than Fang Caitian, and muttered softly: "What's the matter? How could the Heavenly Punishment be so long in advance?"

Could it be that it was in the cave before......

In the midst of a deep groan, suddenly the bottom of his heart moved, and he looked in the direction of Baihua Valley when he came, and he had already guessed.

After all, it was the first heavenly punishment, and it was intended to warn the heavens, and there were more warnings to unwelcome strangers than killing intent, so although it was powerful, the threat to the innate people was limited, and the Wuji Ancestor was not harmed by it, and quickly collected his mood and turned to her.

After a long time, when she first returned, she saw that the apprentice who was in the prime of the past had died, and she wanted to meet the two apprentices and grandchildren to figure out the ins and outs of the year.

When he came to Shuzhong, he learned the exact news from the mouth of Bai Lan, a junior who was in charge of the green mud lineage, and three days later, after two days of thousands of miles, he walked on the shore of the East China Sea, found a light boat, and went to sea alone.

She has never been to Wanlian Island, but she will ask people, in the vast sea, there is no shortage of fishing boats and fishermen, there is always something to know.

Attracting the air, crossing the sea in a light boat, slower than flying in the sky, but faster than sailing hand oars.

Idle turbid wine a glass of sun and moon, fun time wave the wind and clouds to play fish and shrimp, and ask and seek, three days, hundreds of miles of ocean boat down.

When the sun sets, beyond the distance that is invisible to the naked eye, is Wanlian Island.

Wuji Ancestor lay on the bow of the boat, shining on the afterglow of the slanting sun, squinting his eyes, tasting wine, and leading the boat to slowly approach the isolated island on the sea.

Suddenly, she stood up and turned her head, looking in the direction of the isolated island, as if she could see the place that was still invisible: "Oh, the movement is so big, the fight is fierce......

The light boat is as fast as the wind.

——

Uncle Hou is not dead.

He planted a few heels forward, and at the moment before Hua Rulai chased after him, he got up neatly and was about to escape.

In the middle, he even glanced back, opened his mouth and shouted, without even pausing.

That air arrow was finally affected by Dongfang Xiaotian.

If you lose your head, you lose your power.

Otherwise, even if Uncle Hou has the ultimate ability, he will have no life.

His body is extremely clever, and Hua Rulai is seriously consumed after all, his beloved wife and junior brother are still here, and listen to the meaning, if Dongfang Xiaotian is desperate, that innate person may not be able to stop him from attacking others, he really can't rest assured, so he didn't continue to chase.

"Chase!"

"Chase!"

Ling Shan and Senior Sister glanced at each other, needless to say, their minds were self-explanatory, and after saying in unison, they chased after each other without hesitation.

Xiaocao and Hua Xingluo are still on the boat, and letting Uncle Hou leave, it may be unfavorable to them - such as taking the opportunity to take them hostage in order to get out, and again, they are unwilling to let go of any of the Qinglongmen people, and Dongfang Xiaotian has this congenital person to deal with, and his martial arts are superb, so they can ignore it for the time being, so they can free up their hands and can rest assured to clean up the remnants of the Qinglong Party on the island dominated by Uncle Hou.

Dongfang Xiaotian saved Uncle Hou, but because of this help, he couldn't protect himself, and was hit by a streamer from the innate woman again.

Fell to the ground, rolled far away, and ate a mouthful of grass and mud.

But he immediately jumped up and coughed twice, and there seemed to be a dragon's groan in his body, and there were no internal and external injuries left in his body.

With the Vermilion Bird, the White Tiger, and the Xuanwu Martial Arts, they are the elephants of the Qimen Shenwu——

The green dragon is restored.

The green dragon is a symbol of endless vitality and is a unique healing method for healing internal and external injuries.

Now, with a stroke of luck, the injuries caused by the previous blows, which were far from enough to weigh them, immediately disappeared.

"I told you you couldn't kill me!"

Dongfang Xiaotian shouted, his whole body was full of fire, and the whole person turned into a huge vermilion bird that he had never seen before, flying close to the ground.

Fight it out to the innate generation.

The white tiger he has not yet practiced is invincible, and he is naturally invincible under the innate bullying, but it is just a joke against the real congenital.

Qinglong Yifu is a healing method, Xuanwu Yibi is a defensive method, all kinds of peerless learning outside of the Four Elephants Divine Martial Arts are not a major after all, and they have little effect at the moment, and the most likely threat to this woman at present is only this Suzaku Fire that has been used from beginning to end, which seems to be ordinary but extraordinary, and nothing is not burned.

The unreserved Vermilion Bird illuminates the entire mountain, making people feel like they are on the verge of a volcano, as if surrounded by magma, countless forests, trees, flowers and plants, dead and alive, are ignited at this moment, and meet the final fate of turning into ashes and paving the mountains and forests.

The ship burned on the surface of the sea, dyeing the heavens and the earth and the sea in the night, and the fire of the Suzaku on the island suddenly became a trend of hope and anticipation.

I don't know if it was an accident or something else, the fire that was lit here has not been rescued, and the time has come to this, the fire is entangled with most of the ship, and it is impossible to put out the fire and save the ship.

When Mrs. Hou forced himself to the shore, there was only one Qinglongmen killer staring at the burning fire boat on the shore, and he didn't know what to do.

Uncle Hou's arrival made him like a savior, but before he could speak, Uncle Hou did not hesitate to grab his shoulders and take him to a small boat on the shore, gritted his teeth and slapped him next to him, and another small boat not far away was smashed when he boarded, and Uncle Hou fell on the boat as if he had completed the last thing, and ordered with difficulty: "You come to take a boat, leave Wanlian Island immediately!"

Not only did he give the order to speak, but he also forced himself to climb to the stern board.

The subordinate was in a daze, but finally knew how to obey: "Ahh

Uncle Hou stretched out a hand, put it into the water, and used the remaining strength, and in an instant, the light boat was like a shuttle, like a tiger with wings like flying, like an arrow from the string, flying out.

Ling Shan and Ming Yuetian took another step slower.

And this step was to carry Uncle Hou's boat out of seven or eight feet, Ming Yuetian frowned and said, "It's not easy to chase!"

Ling Shan glanced at it, there were only two small boats closer, one was driven away, the other was destroyed, fortunately, there was another boat a little farther away, she hurriedly said: "You can't stop here, at least make sure that they don't run to deal with Xiaocao." ”

After speaking, he rushed over and jumped onto the boat, and Mingyuetian followed suit.

The oars were hard and slow, so they reached into the water very tacitly, spraying internal force, and hitting the boat.

The boat is not big, and they are not heavy, with the skills of the two of them, it is enough to make the light boat like the wind.

At the beginning, the left and right conveying forces are often unbalanced, resulting in the head of the boat swaying, and the direction is uncertain, but the increase is to decrease the heart of each other, three or two adjustments, the boat has been stable.

However, compared to Uncle Hou's exhaustive boating, compared to his men's desperate rowing, there is still a point behind, and the result of this difference is that he failed to catch up in the end.

After all, he let him get away, which is embarrassing.

Everyone was happy that Uncle Hou did not go to Xiaocao and them, and the small boat did not stop for a moment, passing over the shadow ship that had become a black shadow under the dark night, passing through the fire ship surrounded by raging fire, and plunged into the vast night sea.

Stopping under the big boat where Xiaocao and the others were, Ming Yuetian got up and stood still, staring at the night sea: "Forget it, go back and clean up the others." ”

When you go to sea at night, you will not be able to come back safely.

Ling Shan sighed: "That's it!"

But before returning to the island, she looked up and shouted, "Aunt Xiaocao, are you still on the boat?"

Immediately, a reply from Hu Tuhai sounded, and he said, "Is it Miss Xing?" We're okay here, Aunt Xiaocao is watching the little junior sister in the cabin!"

Then, I saw a hazy black shadow appear on the edge of the ship's fence, and the barely visible figure was indeed roughly the same as Hu Tunhai.

"It's okay, let's go back to the island, there may still be those murderers coming out, you should be more careful. ”

Time was pressing, and since there was nothing to do, they didn't get on the boat to greet them, Ling Shan reminded them, and they immediately turned the bow of the ship and returned to sail, and then killed on Wanlian Island, swearing to punish the rest of the Qinglongmen.

on the island.

The east roared in the mountains and forests, and tried his best, but it was difficult to save the final defeat.

Vermilion birds turn into fire, scattered in all directions.

In all directions, flickering flames bloomed.

Outside the eight directions, the fire gradually spreads, sneering and sneering, and it is an isolated island at night, like a long day.

Dongfang Xiaotian supported the ground on one knee, covered his chest with one hand, and desperately adjusted his internal breath, trying to use the wood of the green dragon to recover from his injuries.

The fairy in white was bathed in the firelight, as if she had been criticized for a layer of sacred feather clothes, she stood in the three-foot void, floating in the wind, like a god, looking condescendingly, calm as water: "Although I was suppressed by the Shenzhou enchantment, it is difficult to do all the work, but your body has also had a big problem, and the root of the curse is still unfinished, even if you let the door of heaven open, you only need to see the true god with one foot at the door, and you can't really show the strength of the pseudo-innate people to open the gate of heaven, from the beginning of your decision to stay and deal with me, you are doomed to ruin, no matter how much you struggle, it is useless." ”

Dongfang Xiaotian smiled bitterly, not long ago, it was also here, he was still condescending, looking down on the struggle of the people on Wanlian Island, how could he have thought, just in the blink of an eye, his identity was reversed, and he became this struggling person underground, the world is like chess, fate is impermanent, how ridiculous and sad?

But......

Even if fate is impermanent, he, Dongfang Xiaotian, will never accept his fate!

If he accepted his fate, he should have been in the world forever fifty years ago, where would there be today's Qinglong Emperor?

Can't accept fate!

A persistence, regaining strength in the decayed body, the palm holding the ground into a hook gripping the ground, crushing the ground, grabbing a handful of lime.

The fairy in white was surprised: "Oh, can you resist so quickly?"

But although he was surprised, he was calm and calm, and he wanted to make another heavy hand, and in one fell swoop, Dongfang Xiaotian suddenly turned upside down, and stood in the air like a fairy, his palms were raised, and the heavenly fire reappeared, and the Suzaku projection turned into a shape on his body, and with him, staring at the enemy fairy.

The raging fire in the mountains and forests is like being pulled by the invisible, beating in the void, approaching, at the beginning it is like a flame elf, after returning to the original body, after a while, like a long river of fire, burning from all directions to the center, the spark ignites, through the growing fire energy of the environment, quickly replenish the eastern Xiaotian, and replenish the heavenly fire Suzaku.

The fires that had spread in the mountains and forests were gradually closing at this time.

And the shape of the Vermilion Bird, from the void to the real, when the mountain forest fire is extinguished, the surrounding return to the cold and silent night, the projection of the divine bird has been like a real ancient four spirit bird Vermilion Bird reincarnation in the world, cold eyes, looking at the ten directions, bathing in the blazing fire of the feathers, becoming the only light on the island.

The fairy in white sneered, "Are you finally going to fight to the death?"

The flatness in the sneer does not mean that you really don't care about the imminent style.

An innate person as strong as her, who can dominate the world, can also feel threatened from the divine bird born of this martial arts vision.

The color is not fake, and it is to better meet the ...... Martial arts battle.

"Suffer death!"

Dongfang Xiaotian launched with a palm, and the divine bird came out of the cage.

A glimmer of fire passed.

Qiwei, Qiwei.

The fairy in white performs innate skills, shows martial arts, five fingers like hooks, drives the palm into a grasp, no wind, no sound and no vision, and wants to capture and kill the Vermilion Bird.

Who knows, as soon as it is touched, the divine bird instantly transforms into thousands of people, traps the human body, falls to the ground, and moves one after another, like rolling on the ground after falling from a high altitude.

Until more than ten breaths later.

As soon as the fire burst out, the dots scattered and disappeared.

The fairy in white came out unharmed, but where is there still Dongfang Xiaotian?

Looking around, he let go of his senses, but after a while, he still didn't get anything, he waved his sleeves angrily, and blew up a big hole on the ground next to him, and said hatefully: "Damn, I can't feel the breath, what a clever breathing technique!"

At this time, Ling Shan and Ming Yuetian ran back.

As soon as the fairy in white saw the two of them, he immediately trotted over, and opened his arms to hug him:

"Yo yo yo, you are the bright moon and the starry night of the Shifting Heaven Palace, right? I am your long-lost ancestor, woo woo, I finally found you, let me hug me!"

From the beginning of his appearance, he showed the image of the cold fairy in front of people,

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