Chapter 103 Eight Directions Move

Ye Qingling strongly pulled Mo Yuxuan out of the Pavilion, and the beads of sweat on his forehead fell like balls. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The raging snow in the sky and earth suddenly became tyrannical and bloody, and smashed down towards the two of them, the cold wind was as sharp as a knife, brushing the skin of the two, and a series of hideous blood flashed out, and the gurgling blood flowed outward.

Ye Qingling looked at the sky, his uncalming mood was frozen by the extreme cold, and his heart sank little by little.

"This man is ......"

Before the words were finished, there was a loud bang, like the thunder of the nine heavens shook the heavens and the earth, as if the demon god had descended into the world, and the direction of the heavenly edge was shrouded in a huge darkness, and the darkness of chaos did not have a trace of light, as if chaos was born and the world was not opened.

Immediately, the colorful glow in the sky covered the heavens and the earth, and it seemed that a fairy had descended from the mortal dust. A stream of light rushed in all directions, a huge purple air flow hovered in the air, for a long time, after the streamer disappeared, a figure looked at the world, looking around Zhou Yu, the endless majesty condensed but not dispersed, not angry and self-authority, the domineering power of the natural emperor was in the sky, and all the people couldn't help but surrender.

"The Blood-Devouring Shrine is open!"

Such a voice spread from all directions, whether it was a martial cultivator or a martial artist, or a poor person who had no cultivation, they all got the news for the first time, after all, such a big movement, but they couldn't hide it if they wanted to.

For a time, the clouds moved in all directions.

"Huang Tiancheng, immediately gather all the martial cultivators to rush to Tianyuan as quickly as possible day and night, and I will take the first step. Zhao Haochen disappeared in a flash, leaving Huang Tiancheng in place before he could react, stunned, Huang Tiancheng also knew that the matter was urgent, and began to arrange.

Knowing the seriousness of the matter, the other four hall masters were extremely cooperative and obeyed Huang Tiancheng's dispatch.

"Quick, gather people, hurry to the edge of the sky!"

It was freezing cold, and it was the middle of the night, when everything was silent, but at the moment it was crowded.

Whether it is the official road or the sheep intestine path that no one cares about on weekdays, it is the sound of horses' hooves and thick smoke.

The five-foot-deep snow on the ground had long since melted from the horses' hooves, and the solid frozen earth on the ground began to loosen and flutter all over the sky.

"Get out of the way, don't be Lao Tzu's way!" The Cangwu Sword Sect, who took the lead, roared, the long sword flashed, and the head of a big man in front of him flew up and landed aside, the horse was still running wantonly, the whip marks on the back were eye-catching, and the dripping blood flowed down from the horse's back.

The Shen Mink Sect in front of him was angry all of a sudden, his own senior brother was killed, stopped the trend of horses, and rushed up to fight bloody with the people of the Cangwu Sword Sect, due to the military command of the two forces, there was no winner for a while, and then this is a sect behind but rushed up.

Without saying a word, there was a burst of sword light and sword shadows, and a few horses continued to gallop forward, behind them, the corpses were all over the ground, and the blood flowed like a river, and there were many people from the Cangwu Sword Sect and the Shenmink Sect, and there were also a few corpses that did not belong to the two factions.

Such scenes are not uncommon on various roads, and after a night, the roads are filled with corpses and frozen on the road, like ice sculptures.

Behind him were men in all kinds of clothes, whistling on horseback, trampling the frozen corpses, and continuing on, as if they did not see the corpses, without a trace of sadness.

On the second day, when Chaoyang was born, Zhao Haochen, who was full of scars, finally arrived at Tianyuan Town, tired and killed I don't know how many horses along the way, I don't know how many people fought to the death, killed one, and the other came again, this is not over, another wave of people and horses rushed forward again, frantically fighting.

Behind him, there was this rumbling sound from far and near, and there were constantly large groups of people coming to Tianyuan Town from all directions.

Turned over and dismounted, standing at the entrance of the town, this location is the location of the Tianyuan Inn, and it is also the center of the Blood Devouring God Tomb.

The dense crowd has surrounded this place, and the inn that originally stood at the entrance of the town has disappeared without a trace, and there is no trace of the past.

As a result, the town of Tianyuan has been reduced by half, wailing all over the wilderness, and there are ruins and broken walls everywhere.

Zhao Haochen's heart seemed to be grabbed by something, a colic hit his heart, the place where the handwriting swore to protect had been destroyed, and the sustenance in his heart was gone.

Zhao Haochen's eyes carefully looked at this blood-devouring shrine.

The semi-circular protrusion from the ground, like a huge tomb, occupies half of the town, but it looks like an underground palace, and the underground is its true face, and it is difficult to see the whole leopard at this moment.

In front of the huge tomb, there stands a stone tablet several zhang high, which is magnificently engraved with four big characters "Blood-devouring Divine Tomb", which is majestic and powerful, and each stroke is like a sharp sword facing the sky, giving birth to a shocking martial arts artistic conception.

Looking at it, you can understand the way.

After all, enlightenment is inferior to the peerless secret scriptures, and the greed of human nature is always endless.

Everyone slowly walked towards the huge portal, their hearts uneasy, and the one who loved each other wanted to get a glimpse of the mysteries.

Zhao Haochen was naturally a little moved, and was about to step forward, but in the depths of his mind, he heard the call of the sword and retreated into his heart.

"Don't worry, the emperor's gate can't be opened yet, you look at this stone tablet first and realize the Tao. Jianzi's eyes looked into the distance, sighed, and turned back faintly, hidden in the darkness.

Zhao Haochen walked to the stele and looked at it, but the more he looked at it, the more he felt profound, and he had an intuition, and if he realized it, he was invincible.

Standing still, the sword intent on the stone tablet is rampant, as if the sword wants to cut the world and open up mountains and rivers. Kendo is the king, and kendo is king. There was a sword in front of him, a peerless sword, the edge was raging, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were toppled, and the sun and moon rotated, changing for it.

Mo Yuxuan was also not in a hurry to try to open the door, but there was a bloodthirsty old man's scheming arrangement behind the door, and it was better for someone to explore the way.

In his eyes, there seems to be a jade flute, between heaven and earth, the aftermath is curling, the mountains and rivers sing and dance, and the people are happy.

Ye Qingling's eyes are a thousand zhang red silk, a dance of red silk, the vicissitudes of life.

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