The Southern Zhengshen Bingding Fire and the Eastern Zhengshen Jiayimu, the two sides joined forces and struck a blow, and in the entire dark space, there was an instant firelight, and the firelight was like water waves, rippling.

Wood makes fire, fire makes light, brilliance is like waves, energy transmission, assassination and refining dozens of blue feathers, but unfortunately most of them are phantoms, and most of the energy clones have disappeared inexplicably.

However, as soon as the fire disappeared, the doppelgangers reappeared in the same place, and many phantoms appeared.

Dongfang Zhengshen Jia Yimu said angrily: "It's weird. ”

Nanfang Zhengshen Bingding said: "Indeed, I don't know why, that guy seems to have hid in some kind of space just now. ”

Indeed, just now, when the flames were shining and the wooden thorns were everywhere, Lan Yu's real clones were all hiding in the chaotic layered space, and this chaos, of course, was the result of Nie Ya's formation outside and communicating with Lan Yu, and he could come and go at any time.

The two glanced at each other, communicated with each other with their minds, and then, erupted again, wooden thorns were everywhere, as if to fill the entire space, and at the same time, the Southern Righteous God Bingding Fire released flames, and each wooden thorn was added to it.

The legendary Three Flavors of Treasure Fire, capable of burning desires, emotions, and entities, Lan Yu's physical clone once again hid in the layers of the chaotic space, leaving only many phantoms, perfunctory to the two righteous gods, allowing the wooden thorns to fly sideways, dense, and red fire illuminating the heavens and the earth......

But just when Blue Feather's many entity clones first appeared, there was suddenly a bright light, breaking through the darkness of the void, as if coming from an extraterritorial galaxy, mighty and mighty, like a flying sword rain, directly stabbing Blue Feather's many entity clones.

Between this heaven and earth that Nie Ya had long been in, no matter where Lan Yu was, it was equivalent to standing at the door of several spaces, opening the door with his backhand, closing the door with his backhand, and in an instant, all the physical clones disappeared again.

On the other side, countless golden-faced demons instead besieged the Western Righteous God Gengxin Jin. I saw that the vast golden-faced demon turned into countless golden hammers, piercing the sky like meteors, and falling to the earth, and it smashed towards the Gengxin Jin.

There's not too much fancy, there's not too much skill, and you can't just win by quantity.

For the golden-faced demon who cultivates special immortals, this chaotic environment is very unfamiliar, and naturally it can't be like Lan Yu, open the door casually, close the door casually, and the place of the virtual shadow is not undesirable, but it is of little significance, so on the side of the golden-faced demon, there are not so many virtual shadows, the main thing is to fight it with real and chisel it.

One after another sparks splashed around, both of which belonged to gold, one was conservative, and the other was open Yamato, squandering his energy at will, and there were bursts of metal crashing sounds, as if they were going to smash the metallic man into a meat mud sauce.

After a burst of bombardment, although the Golden Armor God General was not defeated, he was already slow to act. The golden armor on both shoulders was smashed into twists, and the golden armor at the elbows was smashed into a dead joint, only the left hand waved and waved, and it was able to move in front of it, as for the golden armor on the right arm, it was completely smashed and deformed, unable to move at all, and the cracks on the golden armor, some of which were deeply pierced into the flesh and bones, and the pain was unbearable.

On the back, on the chest, there are large or small holes, the flesh is blurred, the gold armor is sunken or convex, and some are embedded in the white bones, which seriously affects movement, especially on the legs.

The Western Righteous God Geng Xin Jin limped, chasing the golden-faced demon, relying only on his left hand, constantly waving, releasing the golden light sharp qi of the Dao Dao.

Each time the golden hammer struck down, it turned into golden blood again, and finally all gathered together, reshaping into a proud and cold man.

Of course, causing such a huge damage to the Western Zhengshen Geng Xinjin will naturally cause a lot of damage and consumption in itself.

I saw that the panting man, turning on the left side, flashing on the right, sometimes even if he stood still, he could avoid the golden blade attacks of the golden armor god general, mainly because the golden armor restricted the movement of the western gods, making the landing point of each light blade not so accurate, so it was funny.

The sword of the starry sky that broke through like a rain curtain failed to kill Blue Feather, but there was also a wail.

Within an extremely inconspicuous drop of water, a hundred women in green shirts were severely injured.

That's right, she is the righteous god of the north.

I saw a flash of white rainbow, and a sword light came from nowhere, piercing the water droplets, and directly taking the head of the northern righteous god Ren Guishui.

The droplets of water splashed in all directions, and after a drop of water was broken, they all suddenly increased, the small ones were like a lake, the big ones were like ocean waves, like mountains and mountains, and they were scattered in all directions.

Inside the water droplet, the Lord Masami also transformed, turning into a girl of medium stature, staggering, trying to catch a sword, but also spitting blood and wailing.

"Who are you? What's going on?" the Northern Righteous God Ren Guishui finally showed his head and spoke, and his eyes were full of pain.

A man in white with a graceful demeanor and a white jade scabbard hanging from his waist stood opposite her and stood in her eyes.

It's a pity that she doesn't have the freedom to think......

If it weren't for the fact that her sanity was controlled by magic, she would definitely be unable to help but like him.

"Bai Yu, why are you tired?" Lan Yu asked curiously.

Bai Bai Yu glanced at Lan Yu from a distance, pointed his sword at the Northern Zhengshen Renshui Water, and popped out four words, "It's already here." ”

That sword, of course, is the immortal sword, and the sword intent is as its name suggests, immortal.

The sword soul recognizes the master, this is a matter of course, and no one can change it, especially this sword, whose temperament is extremely close to Bai Yu, so although it has fallen into the hands of others at that time, it still returned to Bai Yu's hands in the end.

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In the past, Bai Yu was seriously injured and fell out of the royal palace of the bhikshu kingdom and fell to the ground, as if he had been hit by a meteorite in a deep pit.

Bai Yu, who was in pain and weak, fell to the ground.

I don't know if it's been a long time, the Immortal Dao Holy Venerable Xia Libach said that he was going back to deal with things, but in fact, he went to find Bai Yu to cut the grass and eradicate the roots.

It's just that when he saw Bai Yu's pitiful scene, he couldn't help but smile and suddenly changed his mind.

If you hate someone, you should make him worse off than dead, worse off than alive, harder to live, harder to die.

He has no enmity with Bai Yumoto, yes, two people who have never known each other, how can there be hatred? Two people who have never met, how can there be unforgettable hatred?

If there is hatred, it is still Bai Yu's hatred for his wife.

Actually, it doesn't have to be like this, because this mistake is not in the daytime. All this, Jiao Haiyue stood at least halfway, knowing that Bai Bai Yu loved her so much, but she would rather choose a political marriage and marry a strange, cruel, bloody, and brutal Immortal Dao Saint Venerable, Xia Li Bach, rather than fight for herself, let alone even consider Bai Yu, so she resolutely ......

Bai Yu hated her even more, and he should hate her even more, but he couldn't hate her, so that in the end, he would rather be the enemy of the world than avenge her.

In the end, she killed herself, and at the same time, she harmed the day when she was better than dead.

Xia Ribbach wants to torture Bai Yu well, if nothing else, he actually doesn't hate him, because he has gained everything, he has not lost anything, there is no unhappiness at all, and he is even very happy.

The girl who missed other people's hearts made her belly bigger, and then killed her......

This is not a pleasant thing, but in the eyes of a pervert like Lower Bach, it is a very happy thing, and he wants to use this very happy thing to the miserable guy in front of him, and let him know what pain is.

The happiness of the strong lies in ravaging the weak, which is very fun and exciting for Lower Ribbach.

Like a chicken, Shirebach pulled the white feather out of the crater and dragged it to the ground, leaving a long line of blood.

Bai Yu held the long sword in his hand, unable to move, sometimes fainting, sometimes sobering up.

In the coma, there are nightmares, and when awake, it is despair, despair, despair, and despair......

The big enemy, the big villain, the person he hates the most in his life, is right in front of him, but he can't do anything, and he has to let the other party drive and ravage casually.

Men have tears, but they can't cry, and men have tears, but they want to cry without tears......

"Do you hate me? Do you hate me......?"

Lower Bach dragged him along, smiling all over his face.

Bai Bai Yu raised a sword and slashed at the opposite side weakly.

Xia Li Bach did not dodge or dodge, and he couldn't cut him in the day, but he was too weak, and the injury was too serious, and this action had already made him faint again in pain.

But his hand still held the sword.

The dragging along the way, the back of his hand rubbing against the ground, the white bones were exposed, fortunately, he didn't know the pain.

Bhikshu country, below the capital, prison.

The cage formed by hundreds of immortal iron vajra stands bright, like a shining ghost fire, and there is a slash on each side.

Bai Yu was tied to a stone pillar by Shirlibach, which was inlaid with dense nails, some of which pierced Bai Yu's muscles, others that had pierced his spinal cord.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and the sword in his hand was forcibly stripped out by Lower Ribbach.

It's a pity that as soon as he holds the hilt of the sword with both hands, it is unbearably hot, otherwise it would have become his immortal weapon.

Xia Libach cleared his throat, poked the immortal sword on the ground with his backhand, and said in a deep voice: "Your name is Bai Yu?"

Bai Yu was stunned and did not speak.

"It's okay!" Xia Libach sneered, with an under-beaten expression, his eyes widened, he grabbed Bai Baiyu's collar with one hand, stroked his cheek with the other, and then loosened his cheek and collar, then grabbed his hair and asked him if he was afraid.

If God were dead in the daytime, he would be silent.

Then, Xia Libach began to talk about the dirty things between him and Jiao Haiyue.

The story is very detailed, how he lifted the red hijab, how he fought in bed, how many times she screamed, how she hummed, what movements, how to twist......

Meticulous, meticulous couldn't be more meticulous, what was the first time, what was the second time, after five times, everything was familiar, and then he said how she was catching up with herself......

Again and again, a sound was more piercing than a ghost's scream.

He didn't need to be loud, in the way of soul transmission, he was not afraid that Bai Yu would not listen.