The ancient battlefield of Twilight Abyss occupies a very wide area, traversing half of the fairyland.

At this moment, the huge formation is over the mortal realm, the peaks and ridges are facing each other, and the plain and the wilderness are facing each other, like a world in a mirror.

Between the upper and lower areas, no trace of sunlight can penetrate, only the eight shining beams of light covered the entire huge array with blue light. The darkness and the green are intertwined, as if the ghost has come to the world.

"Mu Wanbai." As soon as Mu You's words fell, Mei Xueyi saw a graceful figure rushing to the front.

Dong Shengzhu Mu Wanbai usually only wears white clothes, and he has given birth to a nice and cold face with ilili, a jade tree-like figure, and a fairy aura around him. He is the most perfect sword fairy image in the fairy tale book.

He stopped not far or near, and his spirit was lightly swept over.

"Mu You! You have been with evil spirits and enemies of the world. It really disappoints me." Mu Wanbai stood high, his eyes were full of indifference, and he regarded Mu You like ants. I have to wait for me to take action to kill my relatives. I will only give you one chance. Will you not look back?"

Several figures appeared behind him, all of them in cold and luxurious saint palace costumes.

The faces of the Xianmen children are pretty good, but in front of Mu Wanbai, whose faces are like spring flowers and full moon, all of them are set off like weeds.

Mei Xueyi stayed for a while on Mu Wanbai's face, and couldn't help feeling again that this first beautiful man in the fairyland truly deserves its name. Looking at this face, the holy and white immortal lotus on the top of the Lingshan Mountain will appear in my mind unconsciously, immaculate and independent.

Mu You's face was calm, her lips pursed pale.

When I didn't know the inside story, although I hated pale in my heart, there was always some natural admiration. Now that he is not his biological father, he and Beishenggong are both executioners who killed his mother, and only hatred for Mu Wanbai is left in his heart.

This man has always been so polite, and no one can put on his hypocritical mask. For example, at this moment, Mu You clearly knew in his heart that Mei Xueyi and Wei Jinzhao were good people. If they hadn't dealt with this huge formation, Xianyu would usher in an unprecedented terrible disaster. But she also knew very well that even if King Wei and Queen did good deeds, Mu Wanbai would still use their identities to make a fuss. In the end, the feats belonged to the immortal door, and the evil spirits would only shut their mouths forever.

This kind of thing is not once or twice.

Mu You's chest was up and down, and a thousand words were squeezed into his throat, but he couldn't say a word.

Mei Xueyi lazily stepped on the head of the boat and said with a smile: "Please don't try to climb relatives indiscriminately. You want to kill your relatives righteously and go home by yourself. There is no one from your family here."

"Outside the evil spirit, dare to be presumptuous here." Mu Wanbai sipped coldly, as the pressure swept across the world like a tsunami.

A piece of clear light dangled, illuminating the surrounding darkness and ignorance.

He Dao's great power can penetrate the sky and the earth, and the coercive aura on his body has its own power that is born out of nothing. saw the place where the clear light passed, the clear shadow of the fairy sword seemed real and illusion, and the second brother of the white Dharma lotus bloomed in ears. He only heard the sound of cranes, and heart was quiet and shocked.

Mei Xueyi had a lot of dealings with Mu Wanbai, and she knew from a distance that this was the pressure of his prosperity, and the purpose was to give her own power.

Seeing this coercion, he would hit the flying boat.

A layer of green suddenly floated on the ground. It was as if the noise was too loud, disturbing a large group of fireflies in the bushes, saw dense green light surging, hitting the pressure that Mu Wanbai released with all his strength, and suddenly, the shadow of the sword and the lotus were left everywhere. A series of traces of erosion.

The coercion disappeared, and the overwhelming dead figurines fell back to the ground, hidden in a continuous green light, everything that had just happened seemed to be an illusion.

"Eastern Holy Lord," Mei Xueyi said with a smile, "This is the place where we are outside the evil demon. The bold and unrestrained people are you immortals."

She calmly looked at the traces of the gloomy light. Wei Jinzhao said that as long as he is in the formation, he can protect her well.

Mu Wanbai's coercion failed to make merit, and his expression became serious.

"Heh, under the heaven and earth, how can there be a place for you to be such a miraculous body." Behind him, a fairy sword slowly emerged, "My cultivator, act as a way of doing things for the sky."

"This is really interesting." Mei Xueyi folded her arms, "Who granted you the status of'orthodox'? Fairies, demons and demons coexist in the world, all within the rules of heaven, and I have never done any bad things. Who did you do? Heaven, what kind of Taoism do you follow? It's just because you are prosperous in the fairy sect, you beat others as evil spirits. What is the truth?"

Mu Wanbai's sword pointed at him, and behind him, like a thousand-handed Guanyin, the shadow of the sword swept away.

Only waiting for him to change his formula, this immortal sword, which was born out of nothing, would wipe out the overwhelming generation who stood in the way.

Mei Xueyi pretended to suddenly realize: "Whoever has a hard fist makes sense?"

In Mu's pale eyes, she was already a dead person.

His sword tactics changed, and saw the white sword shadows all turning around, and the sharp points of the swords emitted sharp light, which dazzled people's eyes.

In the next instant, the shadow of the tens of thousands of swords pierced the clouds and broke the wind and struck the flying boat, as light and natural as the sun fell. Nothing could stop it from coming, and nothing could escape from the sword.

"The dead are not qualified to speak." He Dao Ji made a move, and Mu Wanbai didn't need to consider the possibility of the girl's return.

The only thing that can stop the light is light.

This is Wei Jinzhao's site, and Mei Xueyi is confident.

The beam of light not far away swayed slightly, and suddenly a faint green wave of light was set off.

The waves of light rushed forward and ran into thousands of sword shadows head on.

In an instant, Jian Ying disappeared one after another less than ten feet away from Feizhou, like bubbles colliding with waves.

Mei Xueyi's fingers trembled lightly, the corners of her lips were tightened, and her eyes were fixed on the changes in front of her.

Found!

The real body of the fairy sword hidden in the sky full of sword shadows!

With a thought in her mind, her figure scattered on the spot, swaying ten feet away. A slender hand condensed in the blood mist, quietly holding the Xueliang sword tip that will protrude from the faint green light wave.

The fairy sword and the master's mind were connected, and the moment Mei Xueyi's hand touched the sword body, a terrifying sword aura erupted from the sword, and the hot golden aura exploded, and the power in a moment was no less than the scorching sun.

Mei Xueyi had to avoid the sharp edge, and her body dissipated again, condensing three feet away-the position of the hilt.

This time, she no longer parted her hands halfway, her solid hands leaned toward the hilt, clenching tightly without hesitation!

Across the faint green light waves, Mu Wan's laughter fell into his ears. Immortal swords are things that have a master. Using other people's swords will not only have no benefit at all, but will be constrained everywhere and controlled by others.

A sword immortal like Mu Wanbai could easily allow his fairy sword to bring this short-eyed guy to him.

"Back." There was no wave in his eyes, and he was going to use an understatement to kill a little ant that was crawling on the hilt.

The fairy sword did not move.

It uttered a humming sound, as if trapped in the mud, shaking lightly on the spot.

Mu Wan's complexion changed slightly, raising his eyes to look at Mei Xueyi.

She held the hilt in both hands and sucked it firmly in place. The sword repairer and the sword co-cultivation, the spiritual energy contained in the pale fairy sword is no less than that of the monk, and it can't be drained for a while, but it can't escape.

Mu Wanbai's sword tactics changed a lot.

Xianjian still couldn't break free from Mei Xueyi's hands.

She curled her lips together and said with a smile: "Since whoever is strong is reasonable, then I am the ‘Heaven’s Orthodox’, at this moment, I’m going to act on behalf of the sky and take the evil sword."

Her face was relaxed, but her heart was full of huge waves.

She was a demon body. She thought that absorbing aura should be a little bit hurtful, but in her heart she was actually ready to release it immediately. Unexpectedly, the feeling of aura entering the body was not much different from before.

Can aura and demon breath coexist in her body? No, it's not right, the aura that was inhaled was not on her, but went to a ‘unspeakable’ place.

She pressed down the thoughts surging in her mind, concentrated her mental power in her palm, and pushed her suction power to its limit.

Mu Wanbai is a sword immortal, and he cultivates together with the immortal sword, and he will surely step forward to take the sword.

As soon as the thought moved, Mu Wan's white figure disappeared in place.

At the same moment, the green light from the quiet firefly on the ground surged up again, and the dead figurines followed one after another, hitting the teleporting Mu Wanbai.

The attacking Mu Wanbai and his party entered the area covered by the inverse formation, and saw that all the dead figurines in the mountains and plains were activated, endlessly killing Mu Wanbai and his party, dragging them into the thousands of troops. The bright pillars of light swayed out of fluorescent green light, sealing Mu Wanbai's path forward.

In addition to the front line, another team arrived.

The leader was wearing a purple robe, and his eyes were thin and long. They flew obliquely into the temple. Under the nose of the eagle's nose, there were two thin lips that were curled inward, and he knew that the person was unkind.

West Holy Lord, Ying Moya. This is a ruthless person who poisoned his biological father, abolished the cultivation base and confinement in the inner palace, and ascended to the position of the Holy Lord by himself. He has a violent nature, and it is said that he has harmed many women, even the dead body cannot be found.

Mu Wanbai once deliberately wanted to marry Mu You to Ying Moya. Mu Liiangong ran away, deliberately making a reputation as a slutty girl, and only then escaped.

"Brother Mu, don't come here unharmed? I haven't seen you for many days, Brother Mu's style remains the same! Really deserves to be the first beautiful man in the fairyland!" Ying Moya's voice is thin and long, and his words have a strange smell of yin and yang.

He could see at a glance that Mu Wanbai's fairy sword had fallen into the opponent's hand, but Mu Wanbai himself was dragged in place by a group of strange figurines, and if he waited for a moment, he would be greatly damaged.

At this time, it is very heartbreaking to watch these few sentences coldly.

He longed to be pale and unlucky.

He said that he would marry his daughter, and finally regretted it. Didn't it mean to lose face?

Ying Moya is a must-have temperament for Jaixuan, and he can remember this ‘little grudge’ for a lifetime.

"West Saint Lord," Mu Wan's voice gritted his teeth, "The enemy is now, so don't just stand by and watch!"

"Oh, the enemy." Ying Moya smiled gloomily, "Is it just such a skeleton frame and a few questioning juniors? Tsk tsk, Brother Mu is really aspirational and destroys his own prestige."

He said something to underestimate the enemy, but his body remained motionless and cautiously stopped outside the scope of the beam of light.

What a joke, even Mu Wanbai has sunk in, there must be something tricky here!

Mei Xueyi glanced at him. This West Saint Lord Ying Moya... Mei Xueyi didn't know what to say.

She had only fought with him in the previous life, and before he fought hard, he gave up and surrendered. As a sign of sincerity, he told Mei Xueyi his secret. After that...Mei Xueyi only wanted to stay away when she saw this person.

The fairy sword in her hand was half empty, and when she took the sword, the sword fairy Mu Wanbai was half-waste.

This is the edge of the reversal. Wei Jinzhao's formation is limited. If Ying Moya intervenes, she can only abandon the sword and retreat.

Mu Wanbai is no longer calm at the moment. After all, his lifeline is firmly held by people, and the spiritual flow on the sword makes him frightened. Although he can't figure out why the magic repair in front of him has such an ability, one thing is clear-never take the sword back. , I'm going to waste it!

"West Saint Lord, if you force this demonic cultivator to retreat, I will give it to you in the 13 cities of the West." Mu Wanbai promised a great profit.

"Hey" Ying Moya pretended to leaned back, "Eastern Holy Lord is really a happy spirit, how can he be so generous today! In that case, it is not as good as Dongzhou Ancient Realm that is also open to my children, everyone How about expeditions to enhance the relationship between the East and the West Palace?"

Mu Wanbai gritted his teeth and responded, "Yes."

Mei Xueyi frowned and met Ying Moya's slender eyes.

"Ah, what a beautiful little devil." He exclaimed, "Really the most beautiful person I have ever seen!"

He cautiously entered the inverse range.

The dead figurines could not stop the great power of Hedao, and the faint green light wave was blocking Mu Wanbai, and there was no time to take care of another Hedao.

"Queen, retreat!" Mu You looked at the whole situation and knew that only by retreating to a deeper position could he be sheltered by the formation.

The fairy sword in Mei Xueyi's hand trembled violently, and her spiritual energy had already been pumped by nearly 70%.

If the sword cannot be destroyed, the aura can always be repaired, but it is a matter of retreat for a while.

Blinking, Ying Moya walked through a group of dead figurines and came to Mei Xueyi's body.

"Don't touch me!" She lowered her voice and said to him sternly, "I don't want to be a man."

Ying Moya's hand stuck out in the air.

After a while, his small eyes became wider and wider.

The thin lips that rolled inside trembled twice, and he whispered in disbelief, "What do you mean?"

"You know and I know." Mei Xueyi said, "You immediately turn around and return to your Western continent. I will not tell anyone this secret."

"His" Ying Moya's thin eyes turned around.

He suppressed his voice even lower: "They are all voluntary! My secret technique for reversing Yin and Yang has always only helped women who don't want to be women..."

"I know." Mei Xueyi moved her eyebrows, "For example, the little girl who was taken back by your uncle is actually even more powerful than your uncle. Your uncle had to put it away. West Sage Lord, you are a man. Good man, I don’t know how many poor women I have helped. I admire you in my heart, but I am very happy as a girl, so I won’t bother you to help!"

Ying Moya's eyes twitched fiercely.

After a long while, he said depressed: "How do you know my top secret, which girl betrayed me? It's really bad, and people's hearts are not old!"

"Ying Moya!" Mu Wan's roar came from behind, "Don't do it yet!"

The fairy sword in Mei Xueyi's hand was crying low.

After a few more breaths, this sword will be wiped out.

Mei Xueyi said: "Actually, Mu Wanwan is gone, his territory is not in your pocket? The West Sage Lord is a wise man, so I don't need to say more about how to choose the most beneficial one."

Ying Moya smiled and raised her eyebrows and said, "You are not indecent in coming and going. You have helped me a lot, and I can't take advantage of you in vain. Naturally, I have to give back some benefits."

Mei Xueyi frowned suspiciously, "No, you can just turn around and go."

There was a flash of light in Ying Moya's hand, and a spinning purple gossip fell on Mei Xueyi's chest. She was startled, she was about to disperse her body and disintegrate, but found that the place she was hit was neither itchy nor painful, and there seemed to be nothing unusual.

Just at this moment, the spiritual energy was completely drained from the fairy sword in his hand, and the simple and spiritual fairy sword wailed and disappeared in the palm of Mei Xue's clothes.

"Puff" Mu Wanbai, who was trapped among the dead figurines, spouted a mouthful of blood, and his face instantly grew ten years old.

He roared angrily: "Yes! Desert! Ya!"

At the same time, the faint fire gathered from all directions had already condensed above the head, like a poisonous snake whispering a letter, directly attacking Ying Moya in front of Mei Xueyi.

Ying Moya smiled strangely, and said hurriedly to Mei Xueyi: "Little girl, being a man is infinitely good. You will know it after you have tried it! This technique can only last for three days, allowing you to experience what it is like to be a man for three days. ..."

Before he finished speaking, the ghost fire had hit him, and he had to swept backwards, and the rest of the words came from the wind far away-

"If you know the taste, if you want a long time, come to Xizhou anytime to find me, hahahaha!"

Mei Xueyi: "..."

The sky was violent and quiet fire chased Ying Moya out of the front line, scattered in his arrogant laughter.

"Queen!" Mu You hurried Feizhou to Mei Xueyi and looked at her nervously, "Are you okay?"

"I..." When Mei Xueyi opened her mouth, she realized that her voice was not right, and she quickly covered her mouth and...neck.

She tightened her lips sadly, pulled her collar to her chin to cover the abruptly emerging bones, then curled up and sat down on the side of the flying boat pitifully.

Mu You's family all leaned forward, surrounded her worriedly, and kept asking nervously.

Mei Xueyi shook her head blindly, without saying a word.

Mu You frowned angrily: "This Ying Moya is really not a good thing! I hurt the queen, and dare to spit out that foul language! Queen, rest assured, I... A thousand swords!"

"The queen seems to be stronger?" Mu Longlong scratched his head, "I don't want to give more than a man, what's wrong?"

Mei Xueyi: "!!!" Can't you be a silly kid, kid? At this time, the observing power is keen, what a fart!

Jiang Xinyi grabbed him and pulled the baby onto Feizhou's tail.

"Boom" There was a loud noise in the air.

Mu Wanbai vomited blood again, pushed back the dead figurines and the flames in front of him with all his strength, and took his men out of the front line.

The Sword of Life was destroyed, and his cultivation level plummeted at a speed visible to the naked eye. At this moment, he was frightened and frightened.

Mu Wanbai flew out of the battlefield, just to see the Northern Holy Master with his fire spirit teleporting to him.

"Eastern Saint Lord, why is this?!" The North Saint Lord received the Fire Spirit in shock, and his pupils shrank to the size of a needle.

The relationship between the fourth house is intricate and complicated, and it is simply a word for ‘profit’. After Beishenggong'sold' the secrets of the ancient battlefield and Mu You's biological mother to Mu Wanbai, it has maintained friendly contacts for a long time.

Seeing that Mu Wanbai was embarrassed so far, the North Sage Master's eyes didn't know how many calculations and calculations had passed.

Mei Xueyi supported the side of the boat and looked out.

In the previous life, Mu You had [Fastest Publication of Vinegar Literature-Cloth] Ninety-nine percent of the deaths might have been in the hands of the Northern Sage Lord Qin Shuangxiu.

Because of his seniority, this person deliberately grew a white beard, and looked kind of kind. After the fire spirit was collected into his body, a red flame mark floated on his forehead, which made the whole figure like an old birthday star full of blessings.

At this time, the star-like giant formation above the head made a muffled sound, and began to rotate rapidly from west to east, shrinking and condensing towards the center of the formation little by little.

Obviously, Wei Jinzhao's refining has reached a critical moment.

Swords of light came from a distance, and the disciples of the immortal door rushed in one after another, gathering outside the inverse formation, like locusts in the mountains and plains.

Mu Wanbai was about to retreat, but was persuaded by the North Sacred Master Qin Shuangxiu. They didn't know what they had discussed, but they actually dispelled their intentions, and both stood in front of the formation.

Mei Xueyi looked at it coldly, seeing the eyes of these two people sweeping back and forth in the direction of King Wei, her heart could not help hanging. They obviously intend to fight against their hearts. Whether it is to seize the opportunity or cause the formation to collapse and smash into the mortal domain, it is a harmless thing for them.

Just listen to the sound of the white beard old man's vigorous and upright voice spreading from heaven to earth: "There are demons in power today, and the people are in danger! My cultivator takes the task of slaying demons and demons as their own responsibility. In the current crisis, why not be here!"

"Changing demons and eliminating demons, even if you die without regrets!" everyone raised their swords and shouted.

Mei Xueyi's eyes flashed slightly.

Southern Emperor Xuanyuanren is dead, and Ying Moya, the holy master of the west, is not an enemy. If the two holy masters of the east and the north are left in a pot, the fairyland will be much cleaner.

She stood up straight, squinted her eyes unconsciously, and squinted.

"Hiss..." Mu You's voice came in a low voice, "The queen standing like this is really magnificent, like an indomitable man!"

Mei Xueyi: "!!!"

she! Not at all! In no mood! Be a man!

The sorrowful Mei Xueyi waved his hand to signal Mu You to return to King Wei City in a flying boat, then threw out the dragon, swept to the dragon's head, and gave orders to the dragon with divine thoughts and hovered to the front line.

At this moment, the monks like locusts have gradually swept into the front line.

The white shadows were dyed with a faint green light, and they looked like Yin Soldier Rakshasa.

The dead figurines gathered into an army and killed the people in the fairy gate facing the tide.

As soon as the two sides contacted each other, they immediately fought each other.

Compared with the war of mortals, the lethality of Xianzhan is many times stronger. The big monk's sword swung out, and it could easily hit the top of the mountain. Both sides were killed and injured as if they were cutting wheat, and they were crushed into mud one by one.

Mei Xueyi Yulong hovered on the battlefield, manipulating the dragon to spew out fire after fire, causing the people in the fairy gate to cry and howl.

The strength of the giant dragon is comparable to that of Hedao, and Mu Wanbai, who has lost the fairy sword, can't even touch its tail. Mei Xueyi only needs to pay attention to the northern sage Qin Shuangxiu.

From time to time, she turned into a cloud of blood, and she condensed on the enemy's side, holding their magic weapon and fairy sword, and sucking it into a piece of residue.

Before the opponent could react, she had escaped back to the top of the dragon's head.

This superb, insidious and contemptuous sneak attack skill has caused people in the fairy gate to bite their silver teeth with hatred in their previous lives.

She stared at those cultivation bases who were asking the virtual, and at first glance they were the disciples of the good seedlings of the immortal door. They were quick, accurate and ruthless. Everywhere she passed, pieces of precious magic weapons turned into gray embers.

Wei Jinzhao didn't make any more moves, and the faint green streamer gathered towards the center of the formation, and the speed of the giant formation above his head became more and more astonishing.

Mei Xueyi looked back in the direction of Wangcheng, only to see that several monks had rushed out of the stalemate battlefield and flew towards the star picking platform.