"Pass my orders, concentrate your strength, and widen the depths. Xuanmang showed a resolute gaze, "I want to make this deep ravine become Xuanwu's own tomb." ”

"......"

"I know you want to say that there are also Uncle Fu, Xuan Li, and Luo Yun in it. ”

Xuan Mang patted Xuan Rong's shoulder and comforted: "If they are not dead, they will fall into the deep ravine, and they will naturally be able to come out of it - don't forget their cultivation realm, even if it is Luo Yun, they all have the strength to fight with you and me, if they are really alive, what is a mere deep ditch?"

"If they're dead. Xuanmang sighed and said, "Even if our Twelve Immortal Sects exhaust all means and go all out, and suppress Xuanwu at all costs, what's the use?"

Xuan Rong opened his mouth and said, "Otherwise, I'll knock on the head of the mountain again......"

"I believe that everything in the world is in the hands of the master, he has never been out of the mountain, there must be a reason why he does not go out of the mountain. When Xuan Mang said this, his mood was also a little gloomy, and he said in a low voice, "Otherwise, it is the reason why he is not allowed to go out of the mountain." ”

He perked up slightly, and said, "If this deep ravine is completed, there is also the advantage that it can move the spirit array to the north shore. It is also a natural barrier against demonic energy. ”

If you look at the big picture, this is naturally not wrong.

Since the Xianmen temporarily set up an alliance to deal with the affairs of the southern mountains and rivers of the demon clan, the decision was established, and Ling Xiao Zhenren could not retreat, so that Xuan Mang once again became the temporary decision-maker.

He proposed like this, even if Ling Xiao Zhenren came out of the retreat, he couldn't find fault with it, and the other immortals naturally had no objections, but breathed a sigh of relief.

What they are most afraid of is that Kunlun Yuanzong will take action against Xuanwu for Fu Feng, who does not know whether he is alive or dead, at this time, Xuanmang's proposal is a righteous move, and it sounds like this disposal is also very appropriate, everyone agrees, and immediately ordered the monks to prepare to do it.

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Luo Yun stood in the whirlpool, seemingly motionless, but in fact, the secret realm of one side had already hung upside down, not arguing with the eight directions, and it was rotating rapidly with the flow of the whirlpool.

He looked up at the rain of blood above, and a chill rose from his back spine.

It turns out that the last nutrient of the wood is Xuanwu.

This scene was truly familiar, and he remembered the skeleton of the king of mermen in the secret realm of the building ship, the shell inside, and the mechanism setting up that led to the outside.

Like that secret realm, this must have been set up by the white-clothed monk, who—really ruthless.

Whether it was a merman or a powerful ancient divine beast, Xuanwu, like those flowers, trees, or even stones, they were all indistinguishable in the eyes of that white-clothed monk.

Luo Yun suppressed this feeling of palpitations, concentrated his concentration, and continued to contain the whirlpool on the other side of Huangquan.

The companions he cared about were all on Huangquan's side, and because of the huge power he pushed in the past, Huangquan had no time to deal with others for a while, and he also needed to concentrate his strength on the tide of ten thousand beasts and absorb the power, and the moment these two whirlpools were formed, they formed a strange situation of mutual containment, mutual suppression, and close union!

Bai Ji stopped in mid-air, although she was still dressed like snow, but when she looked closely, her hair was already messy, and her face was a little embarrassed.

There was also a hint of fear in this embarrassment.

She was also looking up at the rain of blood falling from the sky.

It was a familiar and intimidating tactic to her—from many, many years ago.

There is nothing in this world that makes that person care.

For that person, there is no right or wrong, no distinction between relatives and relatives, there are only two categories, beneficial or unbeneficial to the Great Dao.

Even if she was forgiven, she still felt cold when she thought about it now. Compared with forgiveness, hatred will make her feel more at ease, at least it can prove that person is no longer without sorrow, joy and ruthlessness.

Bai Ji's gaze swept to the ants who were still holding out outside the whirlpool, and there was a force that protected them from being swept away—a force she could tell, from Luo Yun.

She was not afraid of Luo Yun, and originally wanted to eradicate all these eyesore before the secret realm was shattered, but because of the emotion that she didn't want to call "fear" brought by the sudden fall of blood rain, she took her hands back and clenched them tightly.

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The building is 100 feet high, and you can pick up stars on it.

The starlight is especially bright tonight, the Milky Way is flowing, and the starlight that was rarely seen in the infinite distance can also be seen.

Above the tall buildings, there are people stargazing.

But his gaze seemed to fall farther than the stars.

After a long time, he closed his eyes, and took a long and deep breath as if he wanted to inhale all the breath between heaven and earth into his lungs.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly in satisfaction, confirming that something was about to happen, and slowly exhaled his breath.

He slowly descended the stairs, one step at a time.

There seemed to be no end to the steps, but he didn't care, but walked very leisurely, as if this long, dark staircase with no lights on either side was located on top of the famous mountains and rivers with excellent scenery, and even more like the strange fairy flowers blooming on both sides.

The height of the first step is five inches, and there is not a single centimeter difference.

Although he walked like this, although it was not fast, he did not pause, and after all, he went down about thousands of steps.

If you compare it with the highest floor of the building, he is afraid that he has already walked down another building as deep as a building.

In this world, I'm afraid no one knows that there is such a deep staircase downstairs.

The white clothes shone with streamers, and they gently flicked over the steps, but not even a trace of dust was touched.

One of his sleeves swings back and forth freely at his side, but the other hand is raised flat and placed on the chest and abdomen, and the slender fingers are like jade carvings, and on the wrists, between the cuffs, you can vaguely see a golden string of beads, on which there are eighteen beads, and the strange thing is that the beads are not strung together by any silk rope, but are naturally connected, exuding a fragrance.

Under the clothes, the uppers are bamboo, compared to the beads and robes, it looks much shabby, and with the leisurely and regular pace of the sound of "da" and "da" falling on the steps.

When he finally reached the end of the stairs, he waved his sleeve, and what seemed like a simple gesture was actually a temporary opening of several extremely complex prohibitions, which were closed again as he walked deeper.

In this deepest part of the day, his whole body was like a faintly glowing jade man, exuding a gentle, generous and even holy radiance, and as he slowly walked forward, a pitch-black figure appeared vaguely opposite the light.

The monk is ignorant of cultivation, and when he breathes, it is extremely difficult to reveal the ups and downs of his body, but this figure seems to be under some kind of prohibition, and cannot absorb the power of the stars or spiritual power, but relies on the most natural breath, so the thin chest trembles slightly.

The man in the light said softly, "Master, I came to see you. ”

(Volume 6) The Wind Rises and Cuts the Forest - The End