Qin Luoyu was once puzzled whether he was the eighth Yan Luo or her Qin Luoyu herself.

If it was Qin Luoyu himself, why did Lu Nanxun call himself the first seat in West Kunlun.

But if it is the eighth Yan Luo, why does she often feel the confusion and helplessness of the girl Cardamom.

The guardians who get along day and night can't answer this question, but Lu Nanxun doesn't want to show any unconfidence in front of Luoyu, every time at this time, he will comfort Luoyu,

"Because the Lord has traveled farther than anyone else in this world, he naturally has to face more troubles than anyone else. However, although the first adult can rest assured, the responsibility of the guardian is here, as long as I still have a breath of air, I will accompany the first adult to go down. ”

It's a pity that where it is farther away, whether there is an end or not, the first seat of the adult himself is not clear.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, he really faced the eighth Yan Luo, but Qin Luoyu didn't care about anything else, and asked persistently,

"The old man said that I was deceived by someone, what is the so-called?"

Asked by this, the arrogant old Taoist aunt's face changed, her eyebrows were lowered, her chin was tightened sharply, and she began to talk to herself.

"What nonsense are you talking about, who is lying to whom, and what does it matter to us?"

"This girl was deceived by those men, that is, we were deceived, how can we sit idly by?"

"Ignore it, what can we do, how can these worldly ants intervene in our path to immortality?"

"If you don't step on the unevenness of the world, how can you boast of being an immortal?"

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The noisy sound of a person talking to herself made Qin Luoyu feel as if she was facing a group of old women arguing, and the noisy sound made her head buzz, and she couldn't help but cover her ears and shake her head desperately,

"Seniors, can you not talk together, my head is going to be blown up......"

However, it didn't work, and those noisy voices still lingered in Liuyu's mind, making her miserable.

"Enough!" the fairy finally couldn't hold back the irritability in her heart anymore, and let out a loud roar, her originally white face turned red.

Lu Nanxun on the side was also shocked by this shout, turned his head to look at the falling rain, and found that the fairy's face was flushed, and his emotions were obviously wrong.

"Falling rain, no, Lord Shouzun, what's wrong with you?" Lu Nanxun's eyes did not have that Eighth Yan Luo, only a helpless and panicked falling rain, and the fairy's painful appearance made Lu Nanxun confused and a little distressed.

"Lu Nanxun, let me ask you, did you lie to me!"

This angry question made Lu Nanxun panic for a moment, and blurted out, "No!"

But when I saw Qin Luoyu's crystal clear, but tear-glistening Qingtan eyes, I felt a little guilty of seeing through my thoughts.

"Lord Chief, I'm just for your good. All the hopes of our West Kunlun are in the thought of the First Venerable. ”

"Do you know that I went back this time to get the red gold and jade paste?" Qin Luoyu suddenly revealed the mystery, making Lu Nanxun's heart feel even more empty.

"Ahh Don't let that kid fool you, Lord Chief. ”

"Liar, if he has the intention to lie to me, why would he tell you about the Demon Bud Immortal Worm?"

Qin Luoyu's sharp questioning made Lu Nanxun suddenly fall into an embarrassment, not wanting to play the role of a fairy mentor all along, but he was exposed by the fairy's few questions.

"Well, this, that kid must be trying to steal our West Kunlun Treasure, that's why he made up such a reason......"

Lu Nanxun still wanted to continue to conceal it, although he also felt that such concealment was meaningless.

"I'm going to confront him!"

Qin Luoyu turned around and floated towards the way he came, and flew away. Lu Nan slapped his thigh angrily,

"Alas, what the hell is going on, why is this fairy sitting down, he suddenly thought of Xiang Bei's kid's thoughts. Could it be that this is what that kid is doing?"

But even if he was angry in his heart, he couldn't bear to lose the back of the rain fairy, the guardian gritted his teeth, didn't care about the fatigue on his body, straightened his body, followed the fairy with difficulty, and reluctantly turned back towards the way he came.

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Although Tian'en's spirit martial god body has the courage of ten thousand people, Xiang Bei's sword spirit is a sword-shattering sword, although it hurt the heavens again. But the men and horses withdrawn from the Sands still left corpses on the winding mountain road.

But these sacrifices have paid off, and nearly half of the team has desperately climbed over the end of the mountain road, a mountain pass as thin as a bottle. The knife-like rock walls on both sides of the pass are too steep to expose smooth and grassless rock walls.

Chang Polu ordered the wounded and baggage to continue to retreat, leaving a battalion of officers and soldiers to defend this "treasure bottle".

"Brothers, even if we use our own corpses, we will also block those demon animals in this mountain pass. ”

As he spoke, the two carriages that had been following Chang Poyu stopped. There, the last firearm brought out from the golden sands, Yunlei.

Chang Poyu ordered the fire army team to bury all the cloud mines in the corners of the cliffs on both sides, and when the human army retreated, they would completely blow up the only passage.

"Do you see General Xiang?"

Chang Poyu guarded at the bottleneck, and every time he withdrew a remnant of the army, he couldn't help but greet him and ask again. However, the withdrawn army became more and more sparse, but Xiangbei was never seen.

There were already some steam of war cunning who had rushed forward to pursue and attacked the bottleneck mountain pass, but fortunately, the bottleneck mountain pass only allowed the two battle cunning to pass side by side. The human army, on the other hand, could continue to use spearmen to withstand several cunning charges one after another.

"General Chang, the cloud and thunder have been arranged!" the leader of the fire army came up to pray.

Chang Poyu's brows were not loose, and his eyes were still staring at the mouth of the bottle, "Got it, let Lei Yin prepare." Don't launch without my orders. ”

Finally, the last team of the human army that broke through rushed over in embarrassment.

Geng Zhong, who was injured, followed by Shen Moyan, who was stained red with blood, and his subordinates who were supporting each other and moving forward with difficulty, escorted a carriage in the middle of the team, and finally arrived at the mouth of the treasure bottle.

Geng Zhong's arrival made Chang Poyu's eyes light up, and he couldn't help but step forward to greet him in person, "You can kill it, it's very good, but have you ever seen Xiang Bei?"

Shen Moyan clenched his fists and replied, "General Xiang wants to stay behind the break, let us escort the carriage and retreat first." ”

On the carriage, in addition to the eldest grandson sisters, there were also several exhausted Heavenly Seal Realm Guards. Yuelai leaned next to the eldest grandson sister, in her arms, holding the white wolf that had been stained red with blood.

"We can't leave Xiang Bei!" Chang Polu said, and he had to order troops to meet Xiang Bei. But he was blocked by Shen Moyan, "General Chang, General Xiang specially explained, there is no need to send someone to answer, it is easier for him to get out......"

Chang Poyu just wanted to have a seizure, but when he saw the determined look in Shen Moyan's eyes, he suddenly remembered the soldiers in Tianyao City who dared to "send" themselves out of the city and forcibly evacuate for the sake of Lu Kefa's order.

Now, all those familiar faces have disappeared in a series of bloody battles.

Chang Poyu was a little distressed, and he couldn't bear to reprimand Shen Moyan, the commander of Xuanjia who was loyal to Xiang Bei.

"The generals will follow Ben Shuai to guard the mouth of the treasure bottle, and they will have to wait until General Xiang returns. ”

"No!"

Those soldiers who still insist on fighting still respond to the general with a majestic momentum, as long as the momentum is not extinguished, this war has not been lost.

The battle on the mountain road has gradually subsided, and the treasure bottle mouth, which has not been able to be attacked for a long time, finally calmed down the irascible warriors.

Every time they fight, they have gained, and those corpses that are not yet cold are gnawed by these war cunnings, torn to pieces, and lost their stomachs.

But the demon beasts that surrounded the last resistance of the human army did not dare to feast unscrupulously in front of the breaking sky. They can be said to be the elite of Breaking Heaven's hands.

The elite, for the sake of victory, can throw away the bloodlust and greed of the nature flowing in their veins.

Heavenly Grace's Spirit Martial Divine Body has become somewhat fragmented under the siege of the Four Great Dharma Kings. A shoulder-length wound on his left arm had already dispersed more than half, and only a few spirit elements remained. If it were a mortal body, I am afraid that this arm would have been completely broken long ago.

But Lingwu's right arm, which was much more flat, still clung to the whip of the Fighting Divine Spirit, and like his Yuan Shen Tianen, the scaly wounds all over his body seemed to have made them even more proud of their battle.

However, Lingwu couldn't hide his fatigue, and countless cunning corpses had already formed a hill under his feet. The tall Lingwu God body, like a tired old man, sat on those cunning corpses, holding the spirit whip in his hand, gasping slightly.

The warriors who had already exhausted the water around them were not in a hurry, and in the face of the Spirit Martial God Body, they felt the feeling of powerlessness when facing an opponent who was too tall.

But they still stared fiercely at the exhausted Lingwu, facing each other, maybe invincible alone, but these warriors firmly believed that there would always be a time when the strength of this powerful enemy would be exhausted.

It's just that Po Tian has lost some patience with the progress of the Dharma King and the war cunnings.

He took up his form again and flew towards the Spirit Martial God body. The Demon Lord's body was even smaller than that of his opponent, and if he hadn't been able to take his feet, he was afraid that he would be directly trampled into a meatloaf by a pair of big feet of the Spirit Martial God's body.

Facing this powerful demon, the Spirit Martial God Body roared to inspire the last strength in his body, got up and picked up the steel whip and went straight to the flying figure in the air.

Unbeknownst to him, just as the divine whip was about to hit the figure of Breaking the Sky, the young man's body suddenly accelerated violently, like a lightning bolt, he grasped the steel whip, spun and accelerated, and shot towards the other side of Lingwu's body.

The huge divine body didn't have time to withdraw its moves, and watched as the sky-breaking body turned into a flash of light and shadow. The Demon Lord grabbed the sleeve of Lingwu's left arm with his hand, and he was like a bat hanging from the sleeve.

However, with the help of this little bit of force, Po Tian showed an earth-shattering move, and when he heard a loud bang, half of the injured left arm was forcibly pulled off Lingwu's left shoulder.

"Ahh The whole valley was shaking, and even many rocks rolled down the hillside because of the sound of the waves, raising bursts of dust. But the dust could not hide the excitement of the warriors.

Lingwu and Tian'en had a heart-to-heart connection, and for a moment Tian'en felt as if his left arm had been torn off from his shoulder, and the sharp pain in his heart made his left arm unable to lift it again.

But Tian'en and Lingwu didn't intend to give up, and while losing their left arm, they raised their right leg and kicked at the figure of Breaking Sky.

In the face of the sweeping leg that kicked over the sky, the demon lord boy did not dodge at all, he used his body as a pillar and attacked hard,

"Bang", there was a muffled sound, and the Lingwu kick, which was as thick as an old tree, broke off again.

Behind Lingwu, the Yuan Shen Tian'en was unstable, and with a pop, he fell to the ground on one knee.

"Uncle Shi, breaking the sky and fighting fast made your Lingwu God of War suffer. ”

Tianen barely raised his head, the young man who turned the tide, the unpredictable killer, the slightly thin but extremely firm back, had already stood between him and Potian.