Chapter 793: Yan Jun
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Marquis of Grand Xia
- Yi Xi Yan Yu
- 1346 characters
- 2021-03-01 10:11:40
In the water above the sky, the sword light soared into the sky, the destiny burned a soul, the four swords were against the world, and they hit the Zhuxian four swords.
The engraved sword of heaven and earth destroys the heaven and earth and reproduces the prestige of the ancient immortal sword.
Eight swords, extreme collision, momentary silence, is the scene of the destruction of the sky and earth, the four swords of the fairy sword shattered, and the sky and the waves were chased.
In the aftermath, the four swords fell silently, inserted into the earth, and the swords were glorious and instantly dim.
Above Zhuxian and Xianxian, the brilliance is dim, the sword of destiny breaks suddenly, the star soul is cracked, and the four swords that accompanied the destiny through the life one after another are all hit hard.
Above the horizon, the soul of Zhiming was almost completely burned out, the lamp was completely exhausted, and it was too late to look back at the last glance, the whole body's sword intention dispersed, and the soul body also dissipated a little bit.
In this life, he did his best.
Below, the eyes of a ghost girl with a white armor open slowly, empty and icy.
The boundary between life and death, the ghost girl who reversed the reincarnation, the consciousness seems to stay in the abyss of death, and there is no slight anger in the beautiful eyes.
Feeling the changes in the sky, the ghost girl looked up and looked at the sky's dissipating figure. After a moment of confusion, the figure flashed over to the end of the sky.
Thousands of reincarnations have long been deep in the soul, the ghost girl raised her hand, and the majestic life aura continuously poured into the former body.
The landlord Yan Jun, the who controls the world of death, separates the yin and yang with supreme supernatural powers, leaving the soul of destiny in the world.
At this moment, the painting in the lake, the glory of the magnificent, millions of complaining spirits separated from the heavenly book and rose into the sky.
"You have been resurrected, and the Commander promised that our affairs should be returned, he must die!"
In the majestic resentment, the faces of twisted hatred manifested, circling the sky, the resentment of millions of creatures, immortal, flooding the entire world.
"Yinling?"
Above the void, the ghost girl's empty eyes moved, watching the grievances between heaven and earth, the majestic outburst of the monarch of the dead world, deterring millions of complainers.
"Following committing, imprisoned for a hundred years"
In the voice, the ghost girl's right hand was lifted up, and the ghost was filled with anger, swallowing all the wraiths.
"Bell Bell"
At this time, at the end of the world, the silver bell sounded, and the three dragon corpses came and pulled the fairy chair. After a short while, they came to the two.
In the fairy chair, a woman in a red wedding dress walked out, wearing a red hijab on her head, covering her delicate face, with the same breath and the same oppression, making it difficult to tell the truth.
"Save him" the ghost girl spoke, her tone unchanged.
The woman in the red wedding dress nodded, took the fatal soul to the tree of undead gods, and turned her hands over her hand. She shook her palm and shattered the only undead medicine in the world.
In an instant, the majestic life force overflowed and twisted the world.
After a while, the sky of ghost flames rose up, forcibly integrating the life force of the undead flat peach tree into the destiny soul body.
Ghost flame incineration, cathode yang, Fengyuan recovery, crazy devouring the world fire element.
Outside the Mishui River, several real monsters who had been survived by the punishment of heaven were barely looking at the front and looked at each other, no longer hesitating and rushed forward quickly.
"Yan Di"
The woman in the red wedding dress held her right hand, and in the sky of red light, a purple gold sword appeared. When you started, the powerful sword pressure swept away sharply.
Emperor Yan moved, Huang Quan manifested, and several real-world monsters joined forces to pick up a tremor, and blood stained the night sky.
The immeasurable practice is that the six realities teamed up and fell into the disadvantage.
No words, no gaps, the figure of the woman in the red wedding dress swept again, the sword opened Huang Quan, the three heads flew, and the vermilion spewed, fogging everyone's eyes.
"Back"
The remaining three real-world monsters changed their faces and immediately retreated, but it was too late.
The red light glanced over, Yan Emperor took his life, and perished, with a clear life and death.
The mortal body that fell down, the blood stained the earth, and the killing in the dark night was so shocking.
Several breathing efforts, the battle is over, the woman in red waved her sword, looked back at the ghost girl not far away, and said, "Go"
The ghost girl nodded and walked away, her hollow eyes never had the slightest color.
The two walked into Xian Jiao together, and Sanlong departed again, pulling Xian Jiao away, and disappeared into the night after a while.
"If there is an afterlife, you are a minister, I am a king, and I will live up to it"
In the darkness, it seemed that the voice from Taigu was echoing between heaven and earth, the ghost of Luosha, Yan Jun, the end of the reincarnation, waiting for the day of meeting.
On the banks of the Mishui River, within the endlessly burning ghost flames, the destiny soul body rises and falls, and the phoenix bathes in fire, gradually merging with the origin of the undead tree, and retaining the next vitality.
Lime came, watching the illusory figure sleeping in the flames, tears flashing in his eyes.
"Master"
Yin'er reached out and wiped the tears on his face, crying sadly.
Lime raised his hand and rubbed the former's head, and said, "Don't cry, there will be dangers at any time, let's take your master first"
"Ok"
Yin'er wiped away her tears and responded obediently.
Lime raised his hand, the whole body was full of brilliance, a blue lotus flower manifested, and the lotus breath lingered, protecting the soul of the destiny in the ghost flame.
"Can Master recover?" Yin'er chuckled.
Liming must have nodded and said, "Can"
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In the world, the snowy northern plains, a hundred years later, in the Tianyin Pavilion's forbidden space, the chains of the sky were shaking, and before the sound was milled, the woman in a white dress continued to rise in her body and slammed the iron rope on the shoulder pipa .
"Twilight Snow"
Lord Tianyin appeared, looked at the woman in front of him, and said, "A hundred years have passed, you are free"
Mu Chengxue walked out, respectfully saluted, said, "Thank you, Patriarch"
"You don't have to thank me, we are just a fair deal. Come with me. The Zhiminghou is no longer in the realm. There have been too many things in this century. You need to know before you leave," said Tianyin Pavilion calmly.
Mu Chengxue nodded and stepped up.
In the mountain pavilion, Tianyin Pavilion walked with Mu Chengxue, a disciple of Tianyin Pavilion gave way, and some newly-introduced disciples looked strangely at the woman in white behind the pavilion's master, showing doubts.
Who is this person and why haven't I seen it before?
"Qing Ying"
Tianyin Pavilion looked at the woman headed by all the disciples ~ EbookFREE.me ~ and said.
"Master"
Wu Qingying stepped forward, respectfully saluting.
"Tell her what happened in this century and the situation of Zhiminghou," said the Master Tianyin calmly.
"Yes"
Wu Qingying led her life and looked at the woman in white in front, sighing in her heart.
For a hundred years, she is still the same, but unfortunately, the path of the fatalist has come to an end.
Mu Chengxue looked at the former look, his eyes slightly condensed, and said, "What happened?"
"It's hard to say"
Wu Qingying sighed softly and said, "Although I don't know where the Ji Minghou is now, it is certain that his life is over."
Mu Chengxue heard that his body trembles, making it difficult to channel, "Hundreds of years, he hasn't stepped on immortals, how is it possible"