"Holy Lord. ”

Climb aboard the carriage.

Gu Yiren, who was dressed in a big white robe, looked pale and bloodless, and the two female disciples in the carriage supported the Holy Lord, one of whom said worriedly: "Master...... Your injuries. ”

Gu Yiren shook his head, his tone gentle.

"No problem. ”

The people who came to the northern meeting with her this time are all top-notch disciples in the Queen Mother Temple of Yaochi West, and their status is roughly equivalent to that of the great gentlemen in the four academies, these two female disciples are her quite proud disciples, in their eyes, the entire Eastern Soil, the Holy Lord Gu is an invincible existence, and the Western Queen Mother Temple, as the "proton" of the Taoist sect, can gain a firm foothold in the Eastern Soil, because of the existence of the "Holy Lord Gu".

One Nirvana, there are only so many people in the Great Sui world.

And this northern meeting ...... It was a deep shock to the two young genius disciples.

The picture of Shizun and Shen Yuanjun's discussion has been recorded by various forces as "Tongtianzhu", and it will not be long before it will be spread to all the realms of the Great Sui, and there is naturally no record of the battle scene of the new lord of the northern realm in the battle of Tianhailou...... Then this image will become one of the most important materials for measuring Shen Yuanjun's strength.

There is no doubt that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has achieved his goal.

The West Queen Mother Temple was a victim.

The two disciples glanced at each other and saw the anger in each other's eyes, powerless...... This competition is not good for the north or Yaochi, and the only beneficiary is Tiandu.

The whole world is the chessboard of the prince.

"Get up and go back to Yaochi. Gu Yiren's voice was hoarse, and he spoke in pain, "The matter of my retreat, I said to the sect that it was a retreat, and the specific injury should not be mentioned. ”

The voice landed.

The chariot of holy white flames drove across the wilderness of the Great Wall of the North, rumbling through the void.

Space is shattered.

The great supernatural powers of the Nirvana realm are unleashed.

Leaving the Great Wall in the north, one step ahead of his colleagues, on the way to the road that no one saw, Gu Yiren raised a hand and quickly dropped it on his shoulder, the crackling meridians were crisp, one after another moonlight surged, and the rich sword qi was scattered in the not wide compartment space.

The wildfire swirled and dissolved an illusory vision.

The flying sword with the breath of killing iron and blood, is still fighting in the meridians, conquering, using the body of the Holy Lord Gu as the battlefield, the flying sword burning with the wildfire in the north, fighting against the secret art of Yaochi, the golden light and silver line, thousands of troops and horses, and the evil spirit.

The two female disciples looked pale.

Where had they ever seen such a scene?

The duel in the main hall is just an appearance!

The sword that Shen Yuanjun handed out, the sword intent penetrated deep into the bone marrow, even if he left his hand, he was still rushing to kill.

Gu Yiren's expression was as white as paper, his body was shaky, his hands built a heart bridge, and slowly fell on his lower abdomen, the whole person was calm, and a snow-white crescent moon appeared behind his head, like a fairy cave, wanting to forcibly suppress this sword qi riot.

However, half an hour passed.

The foreheads of the Kooyi people were dripping with beads of sweat.

This sword qi riot ended in a failed suppression.

The sword qi in the blood was forced out a lot.

But the sword intent that really carries the artistic conception of wildfire can't be cleared at all.

Nirvana's hand-to-hand ...... It's not child's play.

The more Gu Yiren wanted to suppress Shen Yuanjun's remaining sword intent by violent means, the more he realized the power of this young man...... When he was able to break through the realm, he could directly kill the White Siren Saint with one sword.

This kind of killing power is simply incomparable.

It's also overwhelming.

The crescent moon cave slowly closes.

The Guyi people coughed up a mouthful of blood, and instead of getting better, their breath became even more sluggish.

"Master!"

A female disciple exclaimed in surprise, her eyes filled with shock.

She was born with bright eyes, a smooth forehead, two strands of sideburns like a dragon's beard, and her pretty face was full of shock at the moment, and she lost her voice: "You are so badly injured?"

Gu Yiren waved his hand, sending out the sword qi in the carriage, the curtain of the carriage flew, and the chariot passed through an uninhabited mountain range, and these wildfire sword intent that was forced out was thrown out by the Gu Holy Lord shaking his sleeves, directly smashing a small hill to pieces and exploding.

The two women saw the scene in its entirety, and were so frightened that they looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

His face was full of disbelief.

They finally understood.

Holy Retreat ...... It's really for healing.

In the main hall, Shen Yuanjun's seemingly understated sentence was not exaggerated at all.

After receiving a sword, he was seriously injured.

Another woman with short hair only past her earlobes also looked beautiful, but at the moment she looked haggard, her voice was hoarse, and she asked softly: "Master, if Mr. Song Que didn't leave the meeting......

If the big guest secretary did not pull out.

Then it's the two of them.

However, the answer I got was with a hint of self-deprecation, and there was no hesitation.

"The ending doesn't make a difference. ”

Gu Yiren, who was sitting next to the carriage, was wearing a white robe over his shoulders and his eyes were calm.

When Shen Yuanjun asked about the sword before, he obviously wanted Zhu Mi of Xiao Wuliang Mountain to come up to lead the sword...... This sword, who leads it, who loses, has nothing to do with the number of people, there is also a big threshold between Nirvana, if you can't cross that threshold, it is impossible to catch this sword.

The whole hall is ...... It seems that only Jiuquanzi of the Hongfu River and the ancestors of Qiangshan have stepped over that step.

Zhu Mi locked himself in the sarcophagus, and after he came out, he fell sharply.

Shen Yuanjun's sword was originally intended to kill someone, and he wanted to tell the prince...... Even after fighting the White Emperor and paying the price, he still has the ability to kill Nirvana.

But Zhu Mi didn't dare to come to catch the sword.

It can only be picked up by Yaochi and Lingshan.

Gu Yiren rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Don't worry, I can't die, I have to retreat during this time, and there may be changes...... You two, settle some things for me when you return to Yaochi. ”

She thought for a moment and took out a golden token from her robe.

"I don't have time to withdraw, this Yaochi Holy Order, you send it to Lingshan. ”

The two looked shocked and did not dare to answer the order.

This token symbolizes the Holy Lord of Yaochi, within a sect, supreme power.

"Take it. Send it to the Lingshan Keqing Palace...... "Gu Yiren's voice was a little weak, staring at the two disciples, and said: "With this order, Lingshan will not dare to stop you, so he said that if he wants to see Song Que, he must hand it over to him personally." ”

"Master......" The woman with bright eyes was about to cry, tears rolled in her eyes, and she said aggrievedly: "I really feel sorry for your injury." ”

Gu Yiren stretched out a hand, touched her hair, and said softly: "Shen Yu, the power struggle in the West Queen Mother Temple is not fierce, and the battle for the small temple owner in the dust, the final position should be decided between the two of you, don't care about secular speech, false name, status, just cultivate your own Dao heart." When I return this time, when the master comes out, I will give each of you a life star treasure. ”

After thinking about it, I still don't feel at ease.

She looked at the short-haired woman, exhaled a deep breath, rolled her gaze, and closed her eyes.

Shen said in a deep voice: "Yu Rong, Shen Yu." ”

"There is a word that I have to say, the situation in Lingshan has been turbulent recently, you must be cautious on this trip, the strength of the Ten Realms is enough to walk this world, and if you are undecided, you can discuss it. Don't be aggressive, too strong, the two take care of each other and protect their own safety. ”

Between Gu Yiren's words, he regained his breath, and his eyes became sharp and cold.

The token was handed over to Shen Yu by her.

Her complexion grew rosy.

This is actually not a good thing, it is not that the body is improving, but the so-called "return to the light", before moving out of the Yuehua Cave Heaven to suppress the sword qi, although it has achieved results, but it should soon be counterattacked.

Forcibly suppressing the sword qi ...... It's because the journey from the north is almost over.

The sound of "boom" -

The chariot of the carriage swept out of the void, and there was a fairy mist in front of him, and the fairy music could be faintly seen.

A wonderland.

The bell rings.

"The temple master returns—"

The sound of Da Lu came from the sky above the mountain gate, the chariot fell on the mountain, Shen Yu and Yu Rong got out of the carriage, and they had regained their calmness, but they were vaguely ugly, but there was no sadness, and the emotions in the carriage before were seamlessly hidden by the two small temple master candidates, and the two of them pulled the curtain for the holy lord.

Gu Yiren's expression was indifferent, graceful, and his white robe was blown by the wind, but his face was slightly pale.

The Northern Conference is an extremely important event.

Several elders of the West Queen Mother Temple were waiting at the top of the mountain.

"I fought with Shen Yuanjun and was wounded by a sword, but I gained a lot, and I have to retreat. Gu Yiren, who forcibly suppressed the sword qi, endured the discomfort, spoke lightly, and lit a moon-shrouded portal with his fingertips, "The matter of the mountain, just leave it to Yu Rong Shenyu first, and you can cooperate with them." ”

This sentence is the instruction that several elders are waiting for!

Lord Gu spoke...... It shows that the little temple master is indeed to be selected from these two.

Shen Yu and Yu Rong didn't realize that the eyes that fell on them seemed to have changed some meanings.

Both of them pinched their hearts, and they didn't relax a little until they saw Shizun enter the cave.

If her injuries were exposed, it would cause unnecessary panic...... And the most important thing entrusted by the master is to send the holy order to the Lingshan Keqing Palace, if the big man of Lingshan knows that the "Holy Lord Gu" is seriously injured, the status of this holy order may be greatly reduced.

They may not even be able to enter the mountain gate.

The two Holy Lord disciples didn't know that at this moment, a hundred miles away, there was a convoy of carriages, galloping in the direction of the extreme east, and there was a man in the carriage, looking in the direction of Yaochi from afar.

A middle-aged Confucian priest holding a Buddhist bead and rotating scriptures seemed to be indifferent, but there was tension in his heart that he had not felt for decades.

Previously, he used the technique of deduction to see the black flames of the Little Lei Yin Temple.

At this moment, he can't see the auspicious and evil of Yaochi, the omen.

Song Que's expression was full of worry, he was holding the Buddha beads, and he did not choose to leave Mingsha Mountain directly with Ning Yi with his great magical powers, because he was on this journey...... It's not just about deducing Yaochi, there's one more thing to do.

The carriage stopped.

The middle-aged man sitting in the car closed his eyes and kept deducing, constantly failing, until the car door was gently knocked.

Song Que opened his eyes.

What catches your eye is an innocent young face.

The lark bowed respectfully and said, "Da Keqing, it's here." ”