When Fang arrived at Langhuanxing, Lu Hanming sent a piece of information into the depths of Zhao Xiang's soul-

Langhuanxing belongs to the Xuanyun Galaxy of the Immortal Realm, with abundant aura and abundant products.

The Lotus Champs is located in Langhuanxing.

It's a beautiful and dangerous place, and once you're in it, you can't get out.

Because of the fake god card controlled by the Blue Emperor, a wisp of divine consciousness was sealed from one hundred and eight top masters in the fairy world.

These masters were tightly controlled by the fake Qingdi in their hands, and if they didn't comply, they would be severely punished.

Under the training and cruel punishment of the Blue Emperor Devil, these masters have almost lost their humanity.

All that left them was a shell, the walking dead.

became a puppet and accomplice who was called by the Blue Emperor and acted for the tiger.

Their divine consciousness cannot be transformed in the slightest, and the Blue Emperor has already refined them into puppet divine consciousness.

The puppet consciousness has a common trait, that is, there is no longer even the slightest freedom in this life.

There are ten Xuan Immortals in the Xuanluo Fantasy Realm, although they have been extracted from a trace of divine consciousness, they still retain most of their consciousness.

That's why brother, you can transform and reorganize the ten Xuan Immortal Divine Senses and let them use them for your own use.

In fact, refining a puppet divine consciousness is quite consuming to cultivate essence, and it is not easy to refine one, let alone one hundred and eight?

One hundred and eight masters, one hundred and eight devils, one hundred and eight murderous knives, one hundred and eight broken swords.

No one can stop it, no one can beat it.

Since there was this one hundred and eight, the Blue Emperor was almost invincible in the immortal realm.

And almost no one in the fairy world can dare to stand up and raise their arms to challenge the power of the Blue Emperor and fight back against the power of the Blue Emperor.

Those who stand up are either eradicated by the Blue Emperor, or strictly controlled by the Blue Emperor's god card.

As a result, the long night in the fairy world became more and more difficult to understand, and bloodshed and slaughter raged everywhere.

One hundred and eight, and now the numbers may have been rewritten.

But it is fierce and vicious, even the masters of the Wuji God Realm dare not underestimate it, and they must be careful.

Knowing the above long piece of information, Zhao Xiang's whole body shook, and bloody scenes flashed in front of his eyes.

He thought, one hundred and eight, although these numbers are not big, they have set off a bloody storm in the fairy world, swords and swords.

The so-called Demon Elder Dao Elimination, there is no righteous road at all, this is an even more shocking and painful event.

It seems that the fairy realm has been transformed into a demon realm that can set off a great storm by some unknowable demonic outer ways.

Could it be that the puppet spokesmen of the Heavenly Dao Evil Dog were Mo Wuxie, Ximen Hu, and Emperor Zun?

The wind and rain are coming, the wind is full of buildings, and the black clouds are overwhelming the city and want to destroy it.

Zhao Xiang's powerful divine sense suddenly felt that he had fallen into a huge quagmire, a pitch-black demon cave, an evil vortex.

Even if you try to escape by all means and rack your brains, it is impossible to retreat and get out of the rapids.

Lu Hanming, the second child, and the third child stood beside Zhao Xiang not far away, and Zhao Xiang raised his eyes and looked around.

It is late autumn, the scenery is beautiful, and the scenery is stunning.

Langhuan stars and clouds are swirling, fairy flowers and fairy grasses can be seen everywhere, and all kinds of good birds rhyme.

Countless rivers are rushing, gurgling and lyrical, hundreds of mountain peaks are continuous, white clouds are swirling, and the flowers are charming.

It can really be said that the scenery is everywhere and the poetry is everywhere, and everyone envies the stars. I don't know that it is dangerous and hidden, and the soul of Biluo Huangquan flies.

Lotus Lotus Pavilion, the place where the Lord of the Immortal World, the Qing Emperor, stays all year round.

It is located in the northeast of Langhuanxing, surrounded by mountains on three sides, and a vast grassland to the southeast.

The Qingdi long residence in the Hehuan Cave of the dormitory, surrounded by the strange flower of the famous fairy world, the golden lotus lotus flower, hence the name Lotus Champs.

This flower is shining, the aura is curling, the breath is fragrant but not greasy, there is nothing to smell, but it is penetrating the lungs and lungs without smelling, refreshing people's hearts and spleens.

The nasturtium lotus flower blooms once every 500 years, and the flowering period is as long as 500 years.

This flower is undefeated regardless of the season, and this flower blooms and blooms, and the next bloom does not stop.

Moreover, the aura exuded by this flower is extremely rare, and it has the miraculous effect of calming the nerves, calming the mind, and replenishing qi for those who cultivate in the palace.

In addition, it can even greatly improve the cultivation realm of the people of the Lotus Champs.

Zhao Xiang and the four of them are walking in the grassland that must pass through the Lotus Lotus Champs - the southeast of the Lotus Lotus Champs.

At this moment, the autumn wind is blowing strongly, and the earth is desolate.

In the remnants of the sky, a black horse with a black coat like ink galloped from the west.

A big man with a bare upper body, standing straight on the saddle, holding a fist in his left hand and holding a spear diagonally in his right palm.

The tip of the spear is sharp and silvery, and under the reflection of the sun, it glows brightly.

On this uninhabited grassland, the big man rode a healthy horse and circled and galloped around rapidly.

The horse walks like a dragon, but the big man on the horse stands like a mountain, and the gorgeous remnant sun reflects his thick eyebrows and big eyes.

And its copper tendons and iron bones shine with a dark brilliance in the afterglow of the western sky.

Lu Hanming sent a message to Zhao Xiang - this person was one of the one hundred and eight guards in the inner palace under the Qing Emperor.

The black horse he rode was a first-class immortal horse that had been cultivated in the fairy world, and in time, he could fly to the god realm and become a divine horse.

Zhao Xiang immediately gave Lu Hanming a knowing look.

He fixed his gaze on the horseman.

In the afterglow of the sky, the geese are flying sideways, and the leaves are swaying in the autumn wind on the ground.

Immediately, the strong man suddenly raised his right palm, and the spear in his hand was wrapped in a gust of wind, and he took off his palm and flew out.

With a thud, the spear was stuck diagonally into a birch tree.

The horses neighed and galloped with their hooves raised.

In the blink of an eye, the horse disappeared into the light and shadow of the western glow.

Only that silver spear remained, standing alone in the autumn wind.

Lu Hanming glanced at the second and third children, and the eyes of the three of them exchanged instantly, and finally Lu Hanming passed the sound into the secret - everyone stopped advancing, and the fake Qingdi was full of doubts about our trip to the Lotus Lotus Champs.

He deliberately sent his close attendants, who rarely showed up, to check on us.

Everyone be careful, if you don't deal with it properly, you may be wiped out by the corpses of these close servants and five horses.

For these people who have already been captured by the god card with a trace of divine sense and a wisp of soul, I can't say exactly what their cultivation is.

I only know that their cultivation rarely reaches the realm of emperor immortals.

However, its methods and intentions have exceeded my imagination, and I need to deal with it carefully.

The group of four immediately stopped, and everyone felt a sharp killing force flowing in the air at the same time.

This kind of killing machine seems to be growing wildly at an extremely strange rate.

The night is getting darker, there is no moon and no stars, and in the dead grass, insects chirp.

The vast grassland adds a bit of destruction to the desolation and depression.

A figure swept quickly in the darkness, his steps were as light as a flying fly, his body was as sharp as an ape, and his momentum was as fast as lightning.

The black shadow's gaze swept around, and suddenly stopped his figure and looked at Zhao Xiang.

After a glance, the black shadow saw Zhao Xiang under the escort of the three ace killers, his face was pale.

It wasn't until recently that Zhao Xiang and the other four people found out that this person was a woman, with starry eyebrows, a slender figure, and a beautiful appearance.

As soon as she flashed in the night, she burst out like a bright moon breaking through the clouds.

The boundless dark night and the ghostly grassland suddenly became bright and vivid.

However, between the look of this beautiful and unprecedentedly gentle woman, there is an unconcealed sadness and a thick and viscous melancholy.

Suddenly, Zhao Xiang seemed to have been cut countless times by a sharp blade.

His mind shook, and his body shook uncontrollably.

His eyes straightened sharply, staring at the beautiful woman in front of him, and he didn't move.