Chapter 285: Positive defeat

The disappearance of the people in Daxueshan Qiankunguan was discovered by the right way. It is already ten days later.
On the same day, the monks in the town saw the cold thousand mountains with people anger and rushed away, thinking that the snowy mountains were crowded out, and the righteous schools that moved to other places heard the news and dismissed them: the thoughts of Liang Qianshan Still not easy to guess? Forget it, the vast state of Youzhou, wherever they love to go.
Want to benefit from the fisherman? Don't look at yourself in the mirror.
Out of this contempt, Han Mingzong neglected the whereabouts of Qiankun Guan and others. The original choice of Liang Qianshan was the direction that runs counter to them. When the monks gathered in Youzhou, the heaven and earth aura became complicated, and Zhan Yuanqiu Under the cloth, it is the thunder fire map left by the Sword Sword Supreme, and the ruins of the scorched earth in the array, there is no big movement in every ten miles.
Only the Qiankun Guan disci, who was knocked out by Zhan Yuanqiu, climbed out of the alley, and found that his robes and storage bags were robbed (Zhan Yuanqiu: acting to play a full set).
An angry out, not yet inquired, there are idle and boring distractions pointing at him, mocking.
Being used as a magic weapon, smashed a meal?
This unfortunate guy is full of suspicion, and he feels that he has been pitted. It must be a robbery in the name of losing the magic weapon.
He walked back and worried that he would not anger the master for a long time. As a result, he was stupid when he stepped into the courtyard, and the people who came and went were replaced by monks he did not know.
"Qun Kunguan? Ha, the group of people outside the early leave."
The new sects placed here are disdainful.
This is always the case in the world. Even if the strength is not good, it seems that it is quite qualified to laugh at the losers who were expelled from the Central Plains. In fact, the foundation of this small sect is not even comparable to the one-tenth of the Daxueshan Qiankun view.
Anxious to go to the door of the Qiankun Taoist people, the momentum is alone, black face out of the town.
This search has completely lost its clue.
The people of Liang Qianshan seem to have mud cows in the sea, and they have nowhere to fall.
The hard scalp turned a number of laps in a radius of three hundred miles. He finally found the winding valley. The forest was carefully removed by the magic, but there were always omissions.
So those high-ranking monks, when they finally heard the news that the "Qunkun view" was ambushed, half of the black pot had been buckled on their heads.
The people sent by Zhan Yuanqiu tried to expose the "Han Mingzong polymerization school to monopolize the slogan, eat the food, and throw everyone away" in the scattered and small sects. "After the discovery of Qiankunguan, killing people and killing the mouth", "The demon is not destroyed, since Killing each other, why not endure, the heavens will not look down."
Of course, I didn't forget to add other sounds to stir the water.
"Maybe it's a magical repair!"
"Nonsense, it is clear that Qiankun Guan deliberately does this. Are they doing less to harm people?"
The elders of Han Mingzong were so angry that they had to smash their noses. They said that the cold mountains and mountains were silently killed. He was not convinced at all, and the swordsman did not die. Probably there is such ability, as for Xing Litian? Hey, the sacred sages play such a trick?
"Would you like to go to the valley?"
There is a ancestral ancestor proposal.
"Millions can't!" Several heads blocked in unison.
"Liang Qianshan is a narrow-minded person. Knowing that we are leaving with him, it must be uneasy. This may be his strategy. The valley may be a trap. Why should the disciples go for adventure?"
The most important thing is that the cold mountain is dead or alive, what is the relationship with them?
"If he died in the hands of the magic, it is also a poor skill."
The Zhengdao factions have some schadenfreudes. The Qiankun view has become more and more fascinating in these years. The cold Qianshan has not received any qualified disciples. Once an accident occurs, the former sects will completely collapse and cease to exist.
The ancestors who came to sit in the town, several of them entered the robbery period, and in the midst of it, they have already interacted with the heavens. At this time, they feel a sense of uneasiness and can’t say the confusion.
I want to find out the source of uneasiness, and I can't do anything about it.
- If Zhao Weiyang is here, he will surely sneer: What are these old guys? In the past, no one was soaring in the end. If you can feel the truth and know the truth, it’s amazing!
Because of the urging of the ancestors, the battle was kicked off the next day.
The Youzhou defense line was fully contracted, and the Han Mingzong was a surprise soldier. He did not hit the other side by surprise. The two demons were in the vicinity of a Tianhe Mountain, and they fought for three days and three nights.
The corpse is everywhere, and the same is true.
The magic repairs once again retreat, they are not as tacit as the disciples of the famous disciples, and they are not so flexible in listening to orders. After a long time, the disadvantages will appear.
The war then spread to the territory of Youzhou for several months.
Just as the righteous factions speculated, this is the last force of the magic, and it must be very stubborn, and it is also the most difficult piece of bone. If it is so easy to collapse, it will be problematic.
Countless swords pass through the sky.
The spirits and beasts squatted on the battlefield with the monks.
The messy brilliance of the rituals and the smashing of the scorpion, and the thick smell in the air, hit the mind of every monk like a big stone.
It seems to be sucked in by an endless vortex, everyone kills the red eyes, picks up the magic weapon, kills the deadly.
"This method..." There is an old monk who sees the clue.
"Nothing, the Qingyuan ancestors don't have to worry."
Han Mingzong’s elders said quietly,
I’m sending disciples with a clear heart and will not be easily confused. The opposite magical repairs should also use the same killing method to motivate the monks’ madness, lest they Those who come together are so greedy and afraid of death, turn around and escape!"
The Qingyuan ancestors frowned, seemingly unhappy with the behavior of Han Mingzong, but because this is his own martial art, he had to endure.
"The magic can't be done!"
The spirit of the righteous school was shocked, watching the torrent of people changing gradually, and my heart was overjoyed.
There was a fierce horn sound.
There are countless demons on both sides, like reinforcements.
"Oh, dying."
As a result, the team's magic repair is very difficult, and the sharp knives are generally plunged into the array of disciples of the disciples, and they are smashed in the middle of the battle.
"Stabilize, re-arrange!"
Several of the heads could not sit still, and the disciples under the door died too much. Even if the magic repairs were wiped out clean, they did not have a good life, and immediately ordered the monks above Yuan Ying to join the battle.
Blood stasis is getting stronger.
Zhan Yuanqiu was pale and white, silently taking a group of repairs from the battlefield, sitting on the ground, letting the people on standby rush to treat them.
At this time, the corner of the battlefield gradually appeared black clouds.
Hundreds of demons hold the sorrowful sorrows, a sharp ghost crying in the gods, and a green cloud cover, no one of the righteous monks can laugh, long eyes can guess that it is poisonous fog.
The beast that was smelted by the magical sorcerer rushed.
Although a Jindan period monk can easily kill them, the foundation-based monks will have to rush for a while. This is the battlefield. If you don't pay attention, your head will be cut by the other side. Where can you ignore it?
The high-ranking monks with small martial arts couldn't sit still, and Han Mingzong could still transfer the elite, they had to go on their own.
The ancestors of the Qing dynasty became more and more restless, and they always felt as if they had forgotten something.
The ghosts and sorrows cover the sky, and the ghosts and shadows form a new form of haunted ghosts. They can only hear the sounds of screaming and screaming and screaming, and the disciples who have been involved are not surviving.
Soon, there will be a Yuan Ying monk squatting and screaming.
As soon as he entered the battlefield, he smashed the magic weapon that the ghosts and ghosts were afraid of. The smoke dissipated, and the eyes suddenly cleared up. They had not had enough time to be proud. The head was a glaring arc.
The Yuan Ying monk was shocked and blocked, and the sneak attacker had already pulled back.
"It's a Yuan Ying, come together!"
The voice of the speech is crisp and clear, and it is clearly a female repair.
Almost a hundred kinds of attacking hoes and scorpions were brought together, and there were silent squeaking knives in the back. Everyone was flashing, and they immediately fell into the shackles and could not find them.
"Let's solve these guys and let Yuzhou come to see what jokes!"
Zhan Yuanqiu saw it in the distance and quickly ordered it.
The subordinates of the Supreme God also felt embarrassed: the appearance of the same road from Yuzhou attracted most of the gaze of the right way. If you can't get the ability today, you will see a three-point shorter than the Yuzhou Mo Xiu.
"kill!"
Fighting the sound and vibration of the four wild, gradually appeared on the battlefield, the figure of the monk monk also appeared.
"It's time." Zhan Yuanqiu sighed long after the mask.
The Supreme Master waved his hand: "Small!"
The battlefield was originally formed by the fact that the two sides jointly laid out the arrays. This type of formation has no effect, but it can only ruin the voice and prevent mortals from hearing.
Han Mingzong thought that Gao Ming’s hands and feet in the tactics of the tactics made people lose their senses.
Magic repair is also playing tricks.
The Qing dynasty ancestors only felt a glimpse of the front, and the battlefield was still chaotic. The magical warfare was more and more brave, and the area where the sorrowful sorrow was located was stubborn. The Orthodox sects sent several masters in succession, including even two Dacheng preliminary steps. The monk, this defeated the ghosts, so that the demons were defeated.
They haven't had time to smug, and they ran into the murderous Split God.
"Please ancestors shot!" Han Mingzong elders quickly said.
The magic has made a card, and of course it can't be idle.
The battle was dragged into the heat, and the sacred sages took a group of demons to cut the melons and cut vegetables. It was not long before they swept, and they were confronted with the high-ranking monks of the right way. When the magic weapon came out, the heavens and the earth changed color and was affected. The monks have retired.
Where are these unsuccessful big men fighting, where is the blank?
Gradually the demons were broken up, divided into countless pieces, and suddenly fell into the trap of killing.
The Qing dynasty continually felt a sigh of relief in front of him. The battle against him was the five magical demon repairs, the fierceness of the gods, and the possession of a set of evil spirits, which was quite difficult.
Although the Qingyuan ancestors did not fear them, they were actually dragged.
Numerous monks died, magic weapons burst open, and the chaos was thrown, making this area agile, and even people were dizzy, and there was no way to distinguish farther away from the side.
After another embarrassment, the Qingyuan ancestors suddenly realized that this was not his heart blocked, but that the foreground was like a vain, and the chaotic aura distorted everything around him.
"No!"
The Qingyuan ancestors shouted.
"Sir, kill him." Zhan Yuanqiu also shouted.
The Supreme Master will know what to do and go back alone.
Many elders in the heads feel that the Supreme Master has found himself, frightened and struggling to fight.
After one day and one night, the "magic repair" was defeated, and the corpse of the land was everywhere. The elder of the Ming Emperor Han Xiao laughed, because he stepped on the head of the "Split Heavenly Man", and the Qingyuan ancestors came tired and saw this. In a scene, the look changed:
"not good!"
"Old ancestors?"
"My day with Lian Xingtian, I am a horrible victory. Who are you here?"
"..."
Han Mingzong’s elders jumped up, and soon they came up with a serious elder who lost his right arm and claimed to have killed the Supreme Master.
"Fantasy?"
Several Mahayana monks panicked and left the battlefield.
The wind gradually blew away the suffocation. The isolation method was originally time-saving. Now it has gradually dispersed. In the place where the suffocation turns, the monk who held the "enemy" head and laughed before, shook and stunned.

Isn't this a gathering person?

"I... How can I kill Shi’s disciple?

There is a magic repair in the corpse, but the more dead is the same door.
The battlefield was empty, and the magical repairs in Youzhou had already ran. The body of the "Split Heavenly Sage" that was killed before, with the suffocation, the chaotic heaven and earth aura recovered, revealing the true content.
- I don't know when it started, the righteous factions began to kill each other.
Everyone they saw in front of them felt that they were magic repairs.
"This is impossible! We are in front of us... we can see clearly when watching the battle!" Han Mingzong elders snorted.
The Qingyuan old group seems to be a hundred years old. He muttered to himself: "The magic repair will lure us down. Yes, when the slasher rushed into the battlefield, it was not a magical array before."
What is the Supreme God?
Do not hesitate to fight the right way for a few days, with the magic blood and the body that continues to fall down the illusion? Finally pit them.
"Stay in the mouth!"
Han Mingzong’s elders yelled:
Districtly, even if we lose half of our hands, Youzhou still doesn’t have so many magic repairs to save the defeat. Otherwise, why should they run away? Get up! Youzhou...

His voice stopped short.
In all directions, there were black-pressed figures.