"Danyangzi, you didn't notice it for a while, and the evil man took advantage of it, and the crime of the fall of the two true monarchs of Mu Kui was not in the Red Refining Sect. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "The words that are as solid as gold and stone echo in the nine heavens, and a handsome and evil Taoist stepped on the void and hovered beyond the clouds above Xingping City, his heroic eyes flashed, and he smiled again: "All the things before, my Xuanyin can not be blamed in the past, why don't Danyang Zhenjun get away with it, it is better than giving his life in vain?"

Before the words fell, the clouds over Xingping City rose and fell, and two huge fires ignited in the clouds.

Danyangzi's clothes flew up, stepping on the rising sun to shake the sky, and he made a mockery to the evil Taoist from afar, and smiled indifferently.

"Giving up his life in vain? Immediately, he bowed slightly to another person on the side of the bronze coffin, "A hundred years ago, the true monarch still had to perform the gift of the younger generation, but after a hundred years, the real person of the hidden soul can already have a relationship with the same generation of the deity, which is really embarrassing." ”

As soon as the words fell, the atmosphere in Xingping Skyrim became more and more depressing.

The real person of the hidden soul laughed strangely, and took one step to take off in front of Danyangzi, his face was cold, and he didn't have the slightest greeting.

"Relying on the old and selling the old is especially hateful! The grudge between the Holy Sect and Tingyun has nothing to do with your Red Refining Sect?" As soon as Sen Leng's words came out, the Hidden Soul True Monarch glanced at the person beside him out of the corner of his eye, licked his crimson lips quite bloodthirsty, and said with a smile: "The two old things of the Red Refining Sect are bent on going their own way, why should you and I bother to send them on the road together!"

Hundreds of zhang away, Danyangzi's face turned blue and white.

As the Venerable of Yuan Infant, how could he have been so humiliated in hundreds of years?

What's more, this person who speaks wildly is only in and out of Yuanying, and his cultivation is just a mere fetal light realm. The Nine Heavens Flame in his body suddenly rose, and the face of the original Immortal Wind Dao Bone instantly turned cold.

At this moment, an angry shout exploded in vain from Xingping City.

"A good one relies on the old and sells the old, and a good one sends me on the road!

The blazing fireworks devoured the sky and the earth, covering half of the sky in crimson, and the hot heat wave spread out from the middle of the flames, changing the color of the entire sky stirring up the wind and clouds.

The sound of angry shouts was still echoing, and a faint blue flame came across the sky.

An old man with a misty sideburns, waved his hand to line up the flames in the sky, stepped on the clouds and walked in front of Danyangzi, his eyes were wide and he looked directly at the people of the Xuanyin Holy Sect, and finally his eyes fell on the bronze coffin, and his round eyes were in vain.

"The emperor has repeatedly committed public anger in Sizhou of the Qing Dynasty, and has obtained the visions of the heavens and stars, and does not avoid the disaster in the Xuanyin Holy Sect, but instead swaggers through the market here, how stupid!

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The sky is tense, and the war is about to break out.

Several Yuan Infant coercive mana rampaged in the sky, raging endlessly.

Xingping City below is like a flat boat in a storm, and the wind and rain are shaking. The already devastated ruins outside the city turned into ashes in an instant, and countless remnants of grass and trees were uprooted by the raging Yuanying Zhenli.

Wang Lun and the others under the command of Yun Wubei, as well as the seven Jin Dan of the Listening Cloud Sect, stood in front of the Taishang Xuanling Beidou Natal Devouring Array that had already been formed, looking at the apocalyptic scene outside the city with a shocked face.

The incomparable horror of brilliance is also spreading in the huge city of Xingping.

More than 300,000 Blood Floating Slaughter elites also held their heads high, and their trembling hands could not hide the fear that stirred in the hearts of the soldiers.

In the entrance of the white bone jade dragon group

Yun Wubei staggered forward with difficulty, and the mask of the evil force on his body had already been swallowed up.

Raising his arm with difficulty, his palm blade slashed extremely heavily on the body of the white bone jade dragon with the thickness of an arm in his abdomen, and the milky white and long white bone dragon body was exploded by a huge force.

The white bone jade dragon that was exploded swirled in the swarm for a while, and then the fierce light in his eyes deceived him again, the fierce dragon's mouth swelled, and the sharp dragon teeth penetrated the plain white cloud robe of Yun Wubei's body, and pierced into the flesh and blood of his abdomen.

In an instant, wisps of blood flowed down the torn clothes on the abdomen, infecting a piercing crimson red.

A faint amount of blood swept through the swarm, and the countless white-bone jade dragons around them became even more ferocious, and they all roared with their heads held high, and then pounced on Yun Wubei even more fiercely.

The ear-filled dragon roar slid into his ears and pierced into the gradually dull spiritual platform.

Two lines of blood flowed down the corners of Yun Wubei's mouth, and he opened his mouth with difficulty and snorted.

The flickering Western Emperor Tiangeng Golden Sword Dao has long since lost its light, and the spine of the sword is slowly covered with a fine layer of milky white. The hand dragging the sword trembled, and the sword that was originally as light as a feather began to become as heavy as Mount Tai!

The Lingtai was instantly clear, and a trace of despair flashed in Yun Wu's gloomy eyes.

struggled to move forward for dozens of feet, biting the tip of his tongue.

A mouthful of essence blood sprayed on the sword, and the green tendons in his arms burst out, and with the last trace of strength, he swept the sword with a swing.

Xu Fangyuan, the ruler of his body, was instantly emptied by the dim sharpness.

The sword fell, and Yun Wubei finally ran out of strength and fell headlong in the haze. The only remaining divine thoughts swept towards the back of the white bone jade dragon insect swarm with difficulty, and in the blur, he saw that the old ghost of the Xuanyin Holy Sect was ten thousand times more miserable than him.

The dark colored Dao robe covering his head was missing, and the corpse mountain blood robe was in tatters.

The illusory body that turned into a ghost couldn't stop shaking, and the dense white bone cloud dragon shuttled on its illusory body, and its forward speed had already stopped!

Farther away, under the leadership of the Yuanying Zhenjun called "Yunzun", the three Soul Devourers were like a leisurely stroll all the way, overcoming thorns and thorns, and the momentum was like a bamboo.

I didn't see any movement, and the swarm of insects in front of him shattered and fell to the ground.

Before the scattered white bone powder could re-condense, the blood slaughter slaughter Su blood basin opened its mouth and was swallowed by it all. Moments later, palm-sized clumps of bone spat out of his mouth, smashing to the ground and not moving again.

In less than an hour, these four people were no more than a stone's throw away from the old ghost of the corpse mountain.

Different from the comfortable but slightly hideous complexions of Yun Zun and the Soul Devouring Four, the corpse mountain old ghost of this Jindan Seventh Realm Dacheng and Half-step True Monarch had a desperate face on his face, and his eyes looked at the front of the insect swarm with extremely resentment, and a terrible scream echoed endlessly.

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Yun Wubei smiled bitterly, and dismissed many of the divine thoughts remaining in the swarm of insects behind him, and on his face against the white bones on the ground, an inexplicable coolness rose, and in addition to the slightly sweet fishy smell between his lips and teeth, there was only indescribable bitterness.

The sword that had lost its brilliance fell three feet in front of him, and one after another hideous bone dragons roared, eager to crawl all over Yun Wubei's back.

Sharp teeth enter the flesh, and blood flows sideways.

He didn't feel the slightest pain, only a biting cold in the numb touch.

"Is this really going to happen?"

With an inaudible murmur, Yun Wubei's fingers lying on the white bones on the ground trembled slightly.

When my scattered thoughts were dying, I thought of all kinds of things in this life.

I thought of the woman who listened to Yunyun's top and waited hard, thought of my father who abdicated and hung up his crown and lived in the depths of the Jingbian Hou Mansion, I thought of Wang Lun, a jade-faced scholar under his command, I thought of Nie Yuan, a mad knife, and I thought of a few brothers who were unscrupulous and disease-free.

Not far away, the huge shadow that became clearer and clearer cast on the ground where Yun Wubei was lying on his stomach, casting a huge strange shadow in his dilated pupils.

In a trance, the changing shadow slowly dispersed.

In the end, she inexplicably turned into the plain and frosty flower of the Qingyao Fairy.

Even though there was no boundless darkness.

Qing Dynasty, nine days away

The auspicious clouds filled the sky, and the white mist was like a match.

The wind is blowing slowly outside the sky, and the white clouds and dogs that can't be seen at a glance are floating between them, changing in a thousand ways.

At a certain moment, a cloud that resembled a mountain suddenly rose from the clouds and mist, and the dazzling sun pierced the sky and sprinkled on it, turning into a series of floating mountains that rose up and topped the sky.

On the top of the mountain, a woman leaned over and looked into the distance, her thin figure as if she would fly away with the wind outside the sky at any time.

The flowers are like water, full of sorrow.

The woman stroked the green silk that was blown by the gang wind with her bare hands, and it suddenly appeared when she touched it.

"Aunt Xue, come out. ”

The stunned words came out, and a graceful and luxurious woman's lotus steps moved lightly between the mountains and mountains behind her, and Yingying stepped out of nothingness.

This graceful woman, who was called "Aunt Xue", leaned over and walked on the top of the mountain, looked at the Subaiyun Road full of eyes, and laughed softly: "Listening to the wind is too desolate, but watching the clouds is sad." You girl, what's the matter?"

Anxiety flooded instantly

The woman's eyes were misty, and the sadness in her belly turned into a few heart-wrenching weeps after half a year of brewing.

"He's coming. He's still him, but I'm no longer me—"

。。。 (To be continued.) )