Chapter 686: Save or not?

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read2();　　 Regardless of the Kaiding Ding era, after the founding of the Great Xia, the middle-aged generation, in terms of raids, the worst offensive, not the former Marshal Lin Langmo of Yulong Pass of Western Xinjiang. Genus.
　　 The immovable king Lin Lang was born to fight, and every kind of magical power of the Lin family was born for the charge and raid. Every flame with sparks is part of his body and can come directly.
　　 Supernatural powers. Melting fire!
The former royal family of the Ying clan, the strongest mirror flower, water and moon magical powers, is not only that it can use the other way to do it, but also its almost infinite growth, as long as it has been copied. Supernatural powers can be directly used for their own use, so at this time, the great master who slowly walks out of the flames is itself a treasure house of supernatural powers.
For the girl Jiansheng who was standing on the lake and panting at this time, she was completely encompassed by the vast might of the silhouette slowly walking out of the flames, as if an ancient giant leaning on the sky and stepping on the top of her head. But the impact of all this was not as great as the soft voice that rang in his ears.
　　 "By the order of Emperor Fuyao, cut Murong and Yu before entering the holy!"
Jian Sheng murmured and repeated, and then within his pale silver eyes, there seemed to be a young man's face, his brows were always frowning, and his ebony pupils contained everything like a deep sea, but the girl The deepest engraving is the seriousness of the teenager that is different from everyone else.
　　 Then, Jiansheng lifted the Ling Luo sword in his hand, pointed straight ahead, stared at the gray-haired figure in front of him, continued to speak gently, and said three words every word:
"I do not believe!"
　　 "Little girl, people will change, especially when their position changes. Most of the time they will be born involuntarily. You should understand this."
The flames burning in the void on the lake gradually dissipated, and at the same time, the original fuzzy face of Daegushi gradually became clear, revealing the simple face of Shaoyinshan Bunba in Gyeonggi Prefecture.
　　 Although the lake surface was shrouded in darkness again after the fire dissipated, Jiansheng's pupils shrank severely again, because of the appearance of the visitor, she recognized that she had seen him in the Kuchayuan.
　　 Mountain Wenbai's low and hoarse voice fell, and he gently raised his right hand, facing the girl with her lips tightly pressed in front, her voice continued to faint:
"It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not, the people of the world will believe it, and Murong and the incarnation of Qinglian want to attack the realm of the saint. This action is tantamount to retreat, and it has reached the last juncture, and once it comes out early , All previous efforts will fall short, and the chance of becoming holy will be directly reduced by 90%.
　　 "This is the situation of nine deaths and one life. By then, it will completely become ten deaths without life. So if I kill you all at this time, do you think he will save it?"
　　 Mountain Wenbai was like a sharp sword. After the words that pierced the heart fiercely fell, with his body as the center, countless water droplets floated upward on the surface of the sword buried lake, and at the same time, all the cyan sword aura enveloped in all directions was pushed back outward.
　　 Then these water droplets gradually turned into a terrifying frost dragon, hovering around, making a roar that resounded across the sky in all directions.
　　"Jiange disciple, sword soul, pro!"
The sound of anger that belonged to Jiansheng was still cold and steady resounded throughout the sword buried lake. Thousands of Jiange disciples, like the young girl, still fought against them, not afraid of death, regardless of the pale face, stretched out his hand and pointed forward. A sword of Dao Soul condensed again, and then flew into the sky, turning into countless streams of light piercing down.
　　 "I have heard a sentence and it is quite reasonable. Someone once said that the most unbearable test in this world is the human heart. I also want to know whether it is important to disciples in the clan or sanctification!"
After he finished speaking, Shan Wenbai's head gently lifted, looking at the rays of sword rain radiating from the sky, his left hand lifted up and lightly waved, and the frost dragon that surrounded his body instantly rushed towards the sky, and after that, the ultimate The low temperature ice sealed the void of the entire Sword Burying Lake. The sword of the soul was as if it had hit a solid iceberg, completely isolated, and even retreated back, shattering every inch.
At the same time, Shan Wenbai slowly raised his right hand and squeezed it forward. On the surface of the lake under the feet of the young girl, a blue and white full moon appeared, and the long blue light radiated upward from the lake, shining on the young girl’s Above the face, it seemed to be frozen.
　　 "Look at the moon!"
Indifferent words were spit out from Shan Wenbo's mouth, and the entire lake surface instantly began to boil violently. At the same time, in the void, a huge hand covering the sky slowly stretched from the top to the bottom of the lake, facing the wheel. The full moon fished gently.
Within the giant palm of the sky and the earth, the space on all sides was tightly gripped, and was constantly squeezed inward. The bones of the girl Jiansheng's entire body were crackling, and at the same time, on the white face, the purple and red meaning kept rising. , And there are wisps of dazzling blood flowing out.
　　 Then Shan Wenbai turned slightly and looked at the huge green lotus still looming in the center of the lake, as if he had seen the figure sitting cross-legged in the green lotus, opened his mouth, and the rolling voice resounded through the void:
　　 "Muronghe, I know what you heard, now your disciple is dying, are you going to save it or not?"
　　 The hoarse voice that kept lingering over the Sword Burying Lake was like a heavy hammer that kept hammering on the hearts of thousands of Jiange disciples. Every blow made his mind tremble and his eyes cracked.
　　 God’s Capital, Sitian Tower, the main hall on the first floor, although it is late at night, it is still brightly lit. The supervisors shuttled back and forth in the hall, performing their duties, and then a voice of inquiry sounded in the hall:
　　 "Master Jianzheng, there is a violent three-fold confrontation between the half-sage and the three in the Wanjianshan Jiange. Will Sitian Tower intervene with the punishment?"
　　 The voice of inquiry fell, and in the center of the hall, the girl sitting on the wheelchair asked Xia, her red lips slightly opened, and a soft voice came out:
　　 "Can you get the exact picture of the top of Wanjian Mountain?"
　　 "Wanjian Mountain is too sharp, unless you get your majesty's national luck bonus, you can't accurately get the scene that happened at this time."
After 　　's response fell, the girl raised her hand, gently kneading her eyebrows, and the command sound continued to resound throughout the hall:
　　 "Gathering the mountain and sea chart is a small punishment, gathering and not sending it, waiting for the instructions of the White Emperor Palace, such a movement, Your Majesty should have known it."
At the same time, on the top of Gwangju Wanjian Mountain, using the magical power of fishing for the moon, holding the whole piece of void Shan Wenbo, stepped forward, and instantly came to Jiansheng, then slowly brought his head to Jiansheng’s ear, and spoke lightly. Road:
　　 "You should be aware that there is such a big movement at the top of Wanjian Mountain. It is impossible for the Sitian Tower of Shenjing City to be ignorant, but until now, nothing has happened. Therefore, your Majesty killed Murong He, you don't have to doubt it!"