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Suddenly, several cyan sword qi burst out from his fingertips, and in a flash, they hit several disciples of the Oblique Yin Valley.

Hearing a few screams one after another, the patrol disciples all fell to the ground, dripping out pools of blood.

Seeing this, the surrounding Zhengyang Peak disciples were all stunned, and then their expressions became excited, shouting loudly, and they all entered the Xieyin Valley.

Yi Yun also followed and walked to the side of Xingyu Daoren.

I saw that Xingyu Daoren's face was pale at this time, but he was still quite uncomfortable looking at the blood in front of him.

Yi Yun waved his hand casually, and shot out a gentle mana, which submerged into Xingyu Dao's body.

Xingyu Daoren's expression immediately eased, and he felt much more comfortable, and after a moment of pranayama, he returned to normal.

"Poor Dao has never fought with anyone before, and this ugly appearance makes Daoist friends laugh. Xingyu Daoren looked ashamed.

Yi Yun smiled faintly and said, "It's just human nature." ”

"Ahh

The faces of the two changed, and they quickly turned around and rushed into the valley.

"It's the Ice Flame Twin Ghosts, run away!" exclaimed one of the disciples, and then a faint glow lit up on his body, and he turned his head to run away.

Suddenly, a flash of fire shot out and hit the person in an instant.

With a "whew", this Zhengyang Peak disciple burst into flames all over his body, and turned into a burning man in the blink of an eye.

"Ahh

No matter how much he struggled, it didn't help, and the fire on his body became more and more intense.

After a few breaths, the person stopped moving, only burned quietly, bursting out a few sparks from time to time.

Smelling the smell of burnt paste in the air and the faint smell of meat, everyone was creepy and pale.

Yi Yun's face was gloomy, and when he looked up, he saw the two of them standing in the air.

The two men, a man and a woman, were dressed in flaming red robes, with a dark red complexion, beards, and violent expressions, holding a blood-colored candle in his hand, and a flame burning on the top. The woman was dressed in a light blue dress, her face was bloodless, her body was thin, her face was indifferent, she was holding a white bone whip, and her cold air was faintly overflowing.

Seeing this, Xingyu Daoren's face turned white, he turned his head to look at Yi Yun, swallowed his saliva, and said: "These two people are the top generals under Qin Bo, known as the Bingyan Twin Ghosts, with powerful magical powers and many evils, and I also ask Daoist friends to take action to get rid of them." ”

Yi Yun nodded, didn't say much, only picked up a stone casually, the blue light flashed in his hand, and threw it hard.

Seeing that Yi Yun despised him so much, the fire-robed man was furious, and with a wave of the blood-colored candle in his hand, he was about to smash the stone.

The stone flickered and turned into powder when it touched the candle.

It's just that a huge force suddenly came from the candle, and the man in the fire robe was caught off guard, and he was knocked several feet away when he landed, shook a few times in mid-air, and almost fell.

When he fixed his body and felt the numb palm, his face suddenly became gloomy.

The woman in blue on the side was also shocked, knowing that she had met a master.

Yi Yun snorted coldly, and with one move, the Qingxiao Sword was sacrificed and floated in front of him. But after he figured out the strength of the two, he planned to fight quickly.

Seeing this, the two ghosts of Bingyan were shocked, and hurriedly went to one place to cast a spell.

I saw the man in the fire robe sacrifice the blood-colored candle, and he played several spells in his hand, and submerged in the candle. Suddenly, the fire on it swelled, and the heat wave around it was rolling.

Then he let out a soft shout, and the sword moved, and suddenly the candle flowed in bursts, dripping a drop of blood wax and floating in the air. At the same time, the woman in blue on the side also flicked her whip three times, making a "pop" sound, and the cold air on the whip was great.

Seeing this, Yi Yun felt that something was wrong with the scene in front of him for some reason, but he couldn't think of a reason for a while. Immediately, his hands were in the air and the mana poured out, and suddenly the blue light of the fairy sword in front of him burst out, and in a few flashes, it turned into several blue and hazy sword shadows.

With a sword finger in his hand, several sword shadows trembled, and then galloped away, directly hitting the ice and flame twin ghosts, as fast as lightning, and more powerful than thunder.

The Ice Flame Twin Ghosts were shocked and angry, and they saw that the drop of blood wax shook and ignited a small cloud of blood-colored flames, and then flew forward. The woman in blue on the side shook the bone whip in her hand, and the cold air burst out, and then she shook it violently, and then the bone whip hit the drop of wax.

"Ice Flame Nine Heavens!" the two of them shouted at the same time.

I saw that the drop of blood wax burning with flames suddenly shook, and then the fire turned purple and rushed forward.

There was a loud bang, the light and flames scattered, the sword qi was agitated, and the sand and stones were splashed.

When the smoke and dust cleared, there was no trace of the two ghosts in mid-air.

Yi Yun's expression remained unchanged, and with a flick of his hand, the Qingxiao Sword flashed back.

The people nearby were stunned and hurriedly looked around.

There was an exclamation, but it was a disciple of Zhengyang Peak who found the corpses of the two ghosts.

I saw that not far away, the two ghosts of Bingyan who were still imposing just now were lying in a pool of blood at this time, their bodies were full of holes, and their flesh and blood were turned sideways, as if they had lost their breath.

Seeing this scene, everyone nearby gasped.

"Run!" I don't know who shouted the first time, and the disciples of the nearby Xieyin Valley all collapsed and fled in all directions.

Seeing this, the disciples of Zhengyang Peak hurriedly caught up, and there was a sound of killing.

The people of the Xieyin Valley Gate died and fled, and after a while, only Yi Yun and his party were left.

Seeing this scene, Xingyu Dao people couldn't help but blush and look excited. However, it was Zhengyang Peak that has fought in the Yin Valley for hundreds of years, declining to the present, and finally destroying the enemy.

"Xingyu thanked the people here on behalf of my Zhengyang lineage!" Xingyu Daoist bowed to Yi Yun and said.

Yi Yun smiled faintly and waved his hand again and again, about to say something.

"Senior Brother Xingyu, there is an attic in front of you that is sealed by a prohibition, and I can't wait to enter. A Zhengyang Peak disciple rushed to the nearest place and said to the Xingyu Daoist.

The two glanced at each other, and after a while, Yi Yun said, "Let's go and have a look." ”

Hearing this, Xingyu Daoist also nodded, and then the two of them were taken to an attic.

This attic is blood-colored, simple to build, but quite complicated to decorate, in order to give people a strange feeling, plus its color, suddenly show a style.

Looking at this blood-colored attic, Xingyu Daoist frowned slightly, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "If Poor Dao expects it to be good, this is the Blood Pavilion." ”

"Blood Pavilion?" Yi Yun asked with a moving expression.

"Not bad. Xingyu Daoist nodded and said, "Eight hundred years ago, during the Great War of the Right and Demons, the Xieyin Valley had a lot to do with the Blood Refining Hall since it split out from the Zhongming Sect. This attic is where the valley lord of the Xieyin Valley lives. ”

Yi Yun listened to the narration of Xingyu Daoren, his eyes flickered slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

At the same time, not far from Zhongming Mountain, two rainbow lights, one white and one purple, were flying towards the location of Zhongming Mountain at great speed.

In the rainbow light, a human figure is faintly visible.

Zihong Li is a purple-robed Taoist priest, thirty years old, with a square face and eyebrows, and a heavy expression, he is the contemporary leader of Zhengyang Peak Chengyu Taoist.

Among the white rainbows was a young man dressed in white, tall and handsome, with a snow-white fairy sword under his feet, and the cold air was pressing, like ice crystals.

"Chengyu Daoyou, do you know Yi ...... Well...... Which lineage does Yi Yun's junior brother belong to? The young man in white asked.

"The matter is urgent, and the poor Dao has not had time to ask more, so it is not clear. Chengyu Daoren pondered.

When the young man in white heard this, he couldn't help frowning slightly. Previously, this Chengyu Daoist came to the door to ask for help, and the Qingyun disciple token he took out had already been confirmed to be correct after several appraisals, and the entanglement in Zhongming Mountain was not a secret, so he was not worried about anything strange about this matter. It's just that he was puzzled and shocked in his heart that a young master came out of the door at some point, and his cultivation was almost no longer under himself, but he was silent and unheard of.

And he has always regarded himself quite highly, thinking that among his peers, his cultivation strength can at least occupy the top three positions, and he can't help but feel a little shocked in his heart at the moment.