Cheng Qian, this prodigal thing, actually crushed it!

These do not need to support the family are simply too careless!

However, the secret realm is constantly collapsing, and there is a big devil in front of him. Cheng Qian seems to be extremely unstable both physically and mentally. Although Yan Zhengming really wants him to kneel on a rolling pin for a month, this is not the case. Shi also had no choice but to pull Cheng Qian behind him, raising his sword to meet Tang Zhen.

A loud noise came from the depths of the secret realm of Daxue Mountain, and in the distance, the huge ice layer began to crack.

Where does Tang Zhen still look like a handsome gentleman, his eyes are so red that blood is almost dripping, his face is full of black energy, it is clear that he has been haunted by demonic energy for a long time.

However, just after his hand, Yan Zhengming's hand holding the sword was shaken by him, and Yan Zhengming couldn't help being stunned - Han Yuan has never been qualified to ask Beiming, because he has no chance to beat the previous Beiming. Or is it because of Tang Zhen?

And this is not his real body, just a ghost!

Several other ghost figures appeared out of nowhere, with ice slag from the secret realm of the snowy mountains on their bodies, and they were lined up neatly behind Tang Zhen.

Yan Zhengming didn't dare to hold on, he stretched out his hand and made a hand gesture, the aura of the original wooden sword was fully opened, and the qiáng sword qi ignored the continuously falling ice around him, and pressed against Tang Zhen step by step.

At this moment, the frost blade was unsheathed with a choking sound, and the cold air in the whole secret realm of Daxue Mountain seemed to be stirred up by the frost blade. Cheng Qian took advantage of Yan Zhengming to hold Tang Zhen, and passed by like a ghost, the sword shadow was treacherous. , the sword "You Wei" seemed to be pervasive, cutting the ghosts behind Tang Zhen with a single sword.

"Little devil, you guys are too much." Tang Zhen's face turned hideous, the century-old arrangement was broken by Cheng Qian's palm, Tang Zhen's whole person was almost insane, the sequelae of Yuanshen locked together with the soul-devouring lamp for a long time It erupted without buffering, "Do you really think that the piece of rock on Fuyao Mountain is beautiful?"

With a flick of his sleeve, he collided with Yan Zhengming's sword wind, and the demonic qi torn by the sword qi seemed to have a sharp edge: "Can you kill me alone?"

Tang Zhen laughed loudly: "You destroyed the golden lotus leaf, I can still wait for the next one, but can you wait?"

What does it mean? Yan Zhengming's mind quickly changed his mind, but before he could answer, the next moment, the ghost possessed by Tang Zhen suddenly burst open without warning, and the power was no less than that of ordinary monks self-destructing their primordial spirit.

He ran away!

The crumbling Daxue Mountain secret realm completely collapsed, the sea that was like a shattering sea burst into the shattered secret realm, and the ghost of Tang Zhen in front of him disintegrated in the water of Beiming, Yan Zhengming only had time to pull Cheng Qian, and managed to isolate him. After receiving a body-protecting essence, he was buried under the water of Beiming.

The pressure of the most magical sea water in this world is unbearable, Yan Zhengming's breathing stagnates, and for a moment he has the illusion that he is buried alive. Except for Cheng Qian, who is tightly grasped by him, Yan Zhengming seems to be disconnected from everything around him. The Sword of Primordial Spirit that he put out can no longer be felt.

People do not float in the water, and the unparalleled pressure of the sea water is like an inescapable palm, pushing them to the bottom of the north.

At the same time, Li Yun, who was thousands of miles away, only felt that the sword of the primordial spirit in his hand lightened, and the gleaming sword energy flashed twice, and then dimmed, as if the connection with the master was disconnected.

Li Yun was stunned at first, and then his face suddenly turned pale: "Elder brother has an accident!"

Shuiking hadn't recovered from Toba, who had lost all the ashes in his hand, and said in shock, "Second Senior Brother, what are you talking about, don't scare people!"

Li Yun, who had just been eloquent, was incoherent for a moment: "This sword of primordial spirit... he left it to me, I can feel it, and the connection was suddenly cut off..."

A sharp explosion sounded in the air, interrupting Li Yun's voice. Li Yun was startled. When he looked up, he saw that Han Yuan and Jiang Peng stopped at the same time and separated from each other. —It is actually a Demon Slaying Array that is exactly the same as the foot of Taiyin Mountain!

Nine days of black clouds rolled over, and the disciples of White Tiger Villa had never seen this battle. Han Yuan couldn't avoid it, looked up at the knife light in the clouds, a sneer appeared on his face, and then flew up to meet him.

"This is not right!" Li Yun thought gruffly, "Doesn't Bian Xu know that Tian Yanchu used the Demon Slaying Formation on Han Yuan? Is he really confused? ?"

Jiang Peng suddenly lost his opponent. He looked up at the sword, light and sword shadow in the air, but he didn't know why he didn't pursue the victory.

Only a crisp sound was heard, and the demon-slaying sword formed by the black cloud faced the demon dragon. The blade wind was overflowing, and the mountain top closest to the two of them was flattened in an instant. The wind and thunder surged, and the scales on the demon dragon exploded. Sparks, stretched out, like a string of fireworks under the wind.

Han Yuan was in Jiuxiao and said with a smile: "There are more than one places in the world where the Sword of Primordial Spirit can lose contact with its master. Maybe your senior brother got into which rat, Li Yun, what are you making a fuss about?"

Li Yun frowned, and keenly heard something from his voice.

"The scourge has lasted for thousands of years, who in this world can harm him more?" Han Yuan said, "I don't think you should worry about nothing."

Li Yun raised his head, the sword light and the sword shadow stabbed him so much that he couldn't open his eyes. He wanted to ask the magic dragon that was churning in the sky, with such a certain tone, was it just comforting himself, or did he really see clues from the secret realm of Sansheng?

What did Han Yuan see in the Sansheng Secret Realm outside Shifangtai that day?

However, he was not allowed to speak. Outside the Demon Slaying Formation, the huge flag of Xuanwu Hall rose in the wind, hunting and flying. At the eye of the formation, a group of people headed by Bian Xu walked over.

The originally crazy Soul Eater Jiang Peng seemed to have suddenly changed his personality. He stood there quietly, his thin face was illuminated by the light of the sword in the Demon Slaying Array, and he whispered: "Oh, this Xuanwu Hall Master—with such a heart, no wonder he is getting old, but the 'power' of the world is unwilling to fall on his head."

The long sword of the Demon Slaying Formation was on the Demon Dragon's shoulder, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Bian Xu.

Without waiting for him to speak, the elder of Baihu Mountain Villa jumped out and charged forward, pointing at Bian Xu's nose and scolding: "What do you mean? Dignified Xuanwutang, take the lead and go back on your word, I think you are not as good as those rags in rags. Devil!"

The demon dragon in the sky snorted angrily when he heard the indiscriminate attack of friend and foe.

Bian Xu said coldly: "That's the oath you made between your Baihu Villa and their Fuyao faction, and I didn't agree. Guishanzhuang's face changed as fast as flipping a book. As soon as the owner of the Shangzhuang knew that his lifespan was about to end, he immediately found it for you all. Such a big backer, he really did his best to the villa... Why don't you see your big backer Yan Sect?"

The elder of the White Tiger Villa jumped and said, "You've gone crazy!"

Bian Xu's face was calm: "My only son died, and my state of mind is stagnant. It is impossible for me to improve my cultivation for life. I will only live for ten or twenty years. This is also the four saints... Now I have nothing, and I still have nothing to do. What are you afraid of?"

Han Yuan turned into a human figure with his arms folded over his chest, and dropped slightly from the air: "Do you blame me?"

Elder Baihu glared at the demon dragon, and continued: "Murder should be paid for, Brother Bian, this demon dragon can't atone for its sins, but the current mess in the southern border still needs him to clean up, Xuanwu Hall. Even if it is for the well-being of the common people..."

"The welfare of the common people..." Bian Xu smiled softly, "When you murdered my son, why didn't you think that Xuanwu Hall was also the master of one party, why didn't you mention whose welfare?"

Elder Baihu was at a loss for words.

Bian Xu didn't give him another chance to speak, and said: "Kill the dragon, I will take care of these demons!"

As he said that, he waited for no one. Hengjian broke into the Demon Slaying Formation and rushed towards Han Yuan. Han Yuan was naturally not a vegetarian. Cloud began to roll like a warning, and the Demon Slaying Formation was about to move.

Han Yuan scolded secretly, rolled over from the air, and everyone in the White Tiger Villa immediately greeted him. The sobriety that had just flashed on Jiang Peng's face was gone again, as if someone was attached to him for a short time. flew away again. Jiang Peng let out a strange cry, and once again there was only the word "Bei Ming" in his eyes. Thousands of ghosts followed him to block Han Yuan's way.

The righteous way and the righteous way, the devilish way and the devilish way, were extremely chaotic, and it was impossible to tell who was who.

At this moment, a slight buzzing sound suddenly came from all around, and there seemed to be something flashing around the Demon Slaying Array, which was covered up by the noise if you were not careful. But no one else heard it, but the puddle heard it. Although she didn't know what it was, Mao blew up instinctively.

Shuideng opened his eyes wide and saw that Han Yuan's bào temper was unbearable, and he fought back against a thunderbolt, and shot Bian Xu, who was dying, with a palm.

Bian Xu was slapped ten feet away by the bào angry big devil, and he vomited blood on the spot. But a strange thing happened, and the blood oath seal on Han Yuan's hand did not fight back.

This represents... what?

Could it be that after such a short period of time, Bian Xu went into trouble and was no longer protected by the blood oath?

Han Yuan was stunned for a moment, then raised his head in surprise and looked at Bian Xu: "What did you do?"

Bian Xu slowly wiped the corners of his mouth, his face shrunk down at a speed visible to the naked eye, dense wrinkles climbed up the corners of his brows, as if an invisible knife was slashing on his face, and there was blood in his eyes The light flashed, and a strange spell floated like a totem on his body.

"What is that?" The elder of White Tiger Villa murmured.

Han Yuan said nothing, and clenched the heavy sword in his hand.

The next moment, I saw that Bian Xu suddenly opened his arms and raised them up. A large amount of gray hair fell like fallen flowers, falling in pieces. His voice was hoarse like a cuckoo crying blood, and he roared up to the sky: "Emperor Heaven—"

As soon as these two words came out, Li Yun's hair stood up: "He wants to sacrifice?"

Sacrifice is one of the most poisonous spells. Ordinary people can kill invisible people with sacrifice. The power of the curse has been passed down from generation to generation, not to mention Bian Xu, one of the Four Sages in the past.