Chapter 105:

"Impossible ..." Tang Yan's pupils shrank suddenly, he suddenly remembered something, "No, how did you get rid of the soul of painting?"
Cheng Qian smiled silently, there was an indescribable meaning in the smile, like a layer of strange vicissitudes floating on the surface, hiding the meaning of his forced restraint below.
Yan Zhengming was shocked, but before he reacted, his feet became violently turbulent—yes, the nasturtium was deciduous. Now that the leaves have been picked, Daxue Mountain will certainly collapse.
"No wonder," Cheng Qian held the small leaf and whispered, "If it is a magic repair, then this leaf only recognizes the ancestor of the million demon, is it no wonder that the ancestor of the million demon is also called 'North Mingjun' It turns out that there is another meaning. Don Juan, have you ever heard of a precedent for the success of magic repair? "
A proud and smirk smile appeared on Tang's face, saying, "Little friend, it's man-made."
Only when he said this, he still looked vaguely when he said goodbye to Tong Ruo at the foot of the mountain more than 200 years ago.
Cheng Qian looked at him quietly, and gradually, his anger and coldness gradually faded away, and a little obvious self-deprecation and sorrow floated up. He seemed to be looking at Tang Ye, and seemed to be looking at something through Tang Ye. Anything else.
His eyes were bleak, and it seemed to be pity.
As long as Cheng Qian frowned, Yan Zhengming knew what he was going to scold. At this time, I don't know if it was his illusion. He always felt that he saw a bit of ruthlessness in Cheng Qian's eyes.
Cheng Qian held up the golden lotus leaf in his hands indifferently, and forcibly twisted the unopened leaf with his fingers.
Tang Yan's complexion finally changed, and he could no longer maintain his graceful manner. His eyes were peculiar with the magic blood, red, and looked a little embarrassed.
Tang Yan: "Wait, what are you doing?"
Cheng Qian said faintly: "How many things are out of nothing in this world is because you guys are delusional."
Tang Yan: "No, you can't ..."
Cheng Qian suddenly closed his palms without warning, without any regret, and the fragile golden lotus leaf broke into his palm immediately.
Tang Yan stayed incredibly for a long while, uttering an inhuman scream, and hurriedly rushed at him.
He no longer bothered to cover up the magical energy of the sky, and the whole person turned into a black mist.
In fact, Yan Zhengming also wanted to scream, but that is the Golden Lotus Leaf in Daxue Mountain. How many people have never heard of the treasure of the earth. How much is this worth!
Cheng Qian crushed it!
These unsuspecting goods are simply too disheartening!
However, one side is that the mystery is constantly collapsing, and there is a big devil in front of it who does not know the depth. Cheng Qian seems to be extremely unstable in both physical and mental states. Although Yan Zhengming wants to let him kneel for a month, a rolling pin. There was no choice but to pull Cheng Qian behind him and lift his sword to Tang Tang.
There was a loud noise in the depths of Daxue Mountain. In the distance, huge ice layers began to crack.
Where did Tang Yan still look like a gentleman? His eyes were almost red and his eyes were bleeding. His face was dazzling with black gas, which was clearly the enchantment for a long time.
However, as soon as he fought, Yan Zhengming's sword-shaking hand was shaken by him, and Yan Zhengming couldn't help horrifying--Han Yuan had never been qualified to ask Ding Beiming, because it was because he had no chance to beat the previous Bei Mingjun, or Because there is Tang Yan?
And this is not his real body, just a ghost!
The other ghosts did not know where they came from, and they also carried the scum of the Snow Mountain's secret place neatly behind Tang Yue.
Yan Zhengming did not dare to enlighten him, and reached out his hand for a trick. The source of the wooden sword's gas field was fully open, and the arrogant sword gas ignored the continuously falling ice layer and pressed hard against Tang Mao.
At this moment, Frost Blade came out of the sheath, and the cold in the entire Daxue Mountain seemed to be ruffled by Frost Blade. Cheng Qian dragged Tang Yan while Yan Zhengming was passing by, ghostly flashing past, sword shadow tricky As if the sword "Yuwei" seems to be pervasive, the ghosts behind Tang Yan cut across the sword.
"You devil, you're too aggressive." Tang Yan's face frowned, and Cheng Qian's layout was broken with a palm of one hand. Tang Yan's whole person was almost crazy, and the aftermath of Yuan Shen's long-term shut-down with the soul-stealing lamp. It erupted without a buffer, "Do you really think that the heart on Fuyao Mountain is beautiful?"
As soon as he flicked his sleeves and Yan Zhengming's sword wind, the magic gas torn by the sword gas seemed to have a sharp edge: "Only you, can you kill me?"
Tang Yan laughed loudly: "The golden lotus leaves have been destroyed by you. I can wait for the next one, but can you still wait?"
What does it mean? Yan Zhengming's mind quickly turned to mind, but it was too late. At the next moment, the ghost that Tang Xun possessed suddenly burst open without warning, and the power was no less than that of an ordinary monk who blew himself up.
He ran!
The crumbling Daxueshan mystery completely collapsed, and the general sea waves rushed into the fragmented mystery. The ghost of Tang Yan was falling apart in the water of the North Underwater. Yan Zhengming had no time to pull Cheng Qian and barely isolated a path. The protector Zhenyuan was buried under the water of Beiming.
The most magical seawater pressure in the world is too high to bear. Yan Zhengming's breathing was stagnant. For a moment, he had the illusion of being buried alive. In addition to being tightly grasped by him, Yan Zhengming seemed to have lost contact with everything around him. He couldn't feel the sword of Yuan Shen that he had put out.
People are not floating in the water, and the unparalleled pressure of the seawater is like an inextricable palm, pushing them to the bottom of the north.
At the same time, Li Qian, thousands of miles away, only felt that the sword of the Yuanshen was light, and that shiny sword flashed twice, and then dimmed, as if it was disconnected from the owner.
Li Yan first froze, then his face suddenly paled: "Master is in trouble!"
The puddle has not returned from the tormented bird feathers in his hands, and said, "Second Brother, what do you say, don't scare people!"
Li Xun, who had just spoken a bright flower, was incoherent for a moment: "This sword of Yuanshen ... is left to me by him, I feel it, the connection suddenly broke ..."
A sharp blast sounded in the air, interrupting Li Ye's voice, Li Ye was startled, and looked up to see Han Yuan and Jiang Peng stopped their hands at the same time, separated from each other, and those outside had formed a line, looking particularly familiar— — It is actually a slashing demon formation just like the foot of the Taiyin Mountain!
Nine days of black clouds rolled, and the disciples of Baihu Mountain Villa had never seen this battle before, and they retreated in suspicion, and then a huge sword fell to the ground, pointing directly at Han Yuan. Han Yuan could not hide, looking up at Daoguang in the clouds, a sneer appeared on his face, and then flew forward to meet him.
"This isn't right!" Li Min thought with dry throat, "Isn't Xu Xu used Tianyan to cut off Han Yuan? Is he really old and confused? How can he repeat this trick in such a thing? ? "
Jiang Peng suddenly lost his opponent, looked up into the sky with the sword lightsaber shadow, did not know why he did not pursue.
Just listening to the sound of a crisp sound, the black cloud conquered the demon sword against the dragon, and the sword was overflowing. The top of the mountain closest to the two of them was instantly flattened, the wind and thunder surged, and the scales of the dragon's body burst into fine pieces. The sparks came out like a series of fireworks under the blade wind.
Han Yuan was in Jiuxiao, and laughed: "There are more than one place in the world where the sword of Yuanshen can lose contact with his master. What kind of rat hole did your master dig into? Li Li, what are you fussing about?"
Li Min jumped with a long eyebrow, and keenly heard something from his voice.
"The scourge has been left for thousands of years. Who in this world has scourged him?" Han Yuan said, "I don't think you should worry about the sky."
Li Yan raised his head, and the sword light sword stabbed him so that he could not open his eyes. He wanted to ask the demon dragon in the sky. With such a firm tone, was it just comforting himself, or did he really see clues from the mystery of Sansheng?
Outside Shifang Station that day, what did Han Yuan see in the Secret Realm of Sansheng?
However, he should not be allowed to speak. A circle outside the demon circle, Xuanwutang's huge flag rose in the wind, hunting and flying, and in front of him, a group headed by Xu Xu came straight.
Jiang Peng, the maddening soul-eater, suddenly seemed to have changed his personality. He stood there quietly, and his thin face was shone by the light of the sword in the Devil's Circle. He whispered, "Well, this basalt Lord of the Church-Such a mind, no wonder he is old, but the world's 'power' will not fall on him. "
On the shoulder of the dragon was a long sword that cut the magic circle, and his eyes narrowed slightly, looking at Xu Xu.
The Elder Baihushanzhuang did not wait for him to speak, and he jumped out of charge and pointed at Xu Xu's nose and cursed, "What do you mean? Dignant Xuanwutang, take the lead to make a difference, I think you might as well be in a ragged suit. Devil! "
The dragon in the sky heard the indistinguishable attack from its friends and enemies and snorted angrily.
Xu Xu said coldly: "That was the vow made by your Baihu Mountain Villa and their Fuyao faction. I did not agree. Guishan Villa turned face as quickly as the book turned. As soon as the shop owner knew that he was about to run out of life, he immediately looked for you. It's such a big backer, I really bowed to the villa ... Why don't you see your big back?
Baihushanzhuang elder jumped his foot and said, "You're almost out of control!"
Xu Xu's face was calm: "My only son died, and his own state of stagnation was stagnant. It is impossible to make further progress for life. I immediately looked at it for only one or two decades. This is also the sacred four saints ... Now I have nothing, still What are you afraid of? "
Han Yuanhua had an adult-shaped arms around his chest and dropped a little from the air: "blame me?"
Elder White Tiger glared at the devil's cuckoo stick and continued: "Murder should have been killed, brother, this demon dragon is worth a thousand swords and must not atone for its crimes, but the chaos in the south of Xinjiang now requires him to clean up, Xuanwutang Since the light wind blows the moon, even for the sake of life ... "
"Cang Sheng Blessing ..." Xu Xu smiled softly. "Why didn't you think that Xuan Wu Tang is also the leader of the party when you killed my son, why don't you mention whose welfare?"
Elder White Tiger was speechless for a moment.
Xun Xu never gave him a chance to speak again, and said arbitrarily, "Kill the dragon, I will cook these magic repairs!"
Speaking, he wouldn't wait for anyone. Hengjian broke into the Devil Array and rushed to Han Yuan. Naturally, Han Yuan was not a vegetarian. He was about to fight back, but the blood oath on the back of his hand flashed. The sky was dark. Yun started to roll like a warning, and the Devil Formation was about to move.
Han Yuan cursed, and turned over from the air, everyone in Baihu Villa immediately greeted him. The soberness that had just flashed on Jiang Peng's face disappeared again, as if someone had temporarily attached to him. flew away. Jiang Peng screamed again, only "Bei Ming" in his eyes again, thousands of ghosts stopped him along with him.
The right path and the right path, the demon path and the demon path, are in a chaotic battle, and it is impossible to distinguish who is who.
At this moment, there was a sudden buzzing sound everywhere, and something seemed to flash quickly around the slayer, and it was covered by noise with a little carelessness. But others didn't hear it, but the puddle heard it. Although she had no idea what it was, Mao instinctively exploded.
The puddle opened his eyes wide and saw that Han Yuan was so intolerant that he could not bear it. He fought back against a thunderbolt, and shot out the old-fashioned Xun Xu with a palm of his hand.
Xun Xu was shot ten times by the furious monster, spitting blood on the spot. Strange things happened, and the blood oath in Han Yuan's hands did not actually go back.
What does this mean ...
Could it be that for a while, Xun Xu went into trouble and was no longer protected by the blood oath?
Han Yuan first hesitated, then looked up in surprise at Xiang Xu: "What did you do?"
Bian Xu slowly wiped the corners of his mouth, and a face dried up at a rate visible to the naked eye. Dense wrinkles climbed up to the corner of his eyebrows, as if an invisible knife was scratching his face, and blood flashed in his eyes. However, the totem fluttered a weird spell.
"What's that?" The Elder Baihu Shanzhuang murmured.
Han Yuan said nothing, and clenched the epee in his hand.
The next moment, I saw that Xu Xu suddenly opened his arms up, a lot of gray hair seemed to fall from the residual flowers, falling into pieces, his voice hoarse like cuckoo crying, growling skyward: "The emperor-"
As soon as these two words came out, Li Yan's hair was raised: "He wants to sacrifice?"
Sacrifice is one of the most sinister curses. Everyone can kill people invisible with the technique of sacrifice, and the power of curse has been passed down from generation to generation.
At this rate, his body, skin, three souls, seven souls, descendants and grandchildren, and his lifelong career will all disappear.
Elder White Tiger shouted incomprehensibly: "Just for his unwieldy turtle son, he wants to sacrifice it? As for it!"
Do not……
The monks live long enough and their children are weak. If they want, can they not be reborn? There are countless people who are willing to commit to him.
He was for the glory of the first life, and today is Xuanwu Hall of Bo Xishan.
He used to give up his life, but no one admires him, but now he can't get back the justice he wants even if his parents and children are killed.
He was trapped alive between the past and the present, and was crushed to death by the prosperous decline.
Was Xu Xu's most hated person really Han Yuan who had revenge against him?
Or is Han Yuan just his excuse?
At this point, these are beyond verification.
Han Yuan rushed to Xu Xu immediately, attempting to interrupt him before his sacrifice cast was completed.
At this moment, a black shadow rushed out of nowhere, and Jiang Peng in the soul-stealing lamp came out to block Han Yuan's way. Instantly, the black dragon epee had collided with the ghost shadow three or four times.
Han Yuan's expression changed suddenly, and he suddenly turned to look at Jiang Peng: "You are not Jiang Peng, who are you!"
A strange smile appeared on Jiang Peng's face.
"Who am I?" "Peng Jiang" laughed. "You can't guess if you killed--"
Xun Xu was not affected by them, and made a worship gesture: "Houtu!"
Li Yan: "What are you doing, stop him!"
You Liang ’s swords of Yuanshen swelled into a cluster, and Chongxu rushed forward. The puddle held the sparrow feathers that were completely ashes in his hand. When he bit his teeth, he appeared a crane crane, wrapped in the fire of Samadhi. A large group of ghosts opened the way for Jian Guang.
"Jiang Peng" laughed lowly, and Han Yuan's hair grew up.
Han Yuan stopped the puddle, pinched Tong He's long neck precisely, and threw her behind herself. The next moment, there was a loud noise in the air, a ghost suddenly blew up, and five or six Baihushanzhuang disciples around There was no time to dodge, and in the blink of an eye the corpse was blown apart.
"Jiang Peng" looked up with a smile, looked at Han Yuan, and made a "bang."
Han Yuan incarnates a demon dragon, and the horrifying devil has formed a protective layer, wrapping everyone in it.
The next moment, the ghosts in the air exploded one after another, like a thunder blast, which was much sharper than the sword lightsaber shadow in the half-devil's slashing demon array, but for a moment, Han Yuan could hardly follow his demon dragon form, like a broken kite. He regained human form, and fell from the air.
Blood was dripping from his dragon dragon robe, and this time it became a "ragged shirt" in the mouth of Elder White Tiger.
Han Yuan glanced away at the puddle with a gloomy hand to help him, barely holding his body with an epee to stand upright.
The 100,000 mountains in Shuzhong suddenly shook with restlessness, and that Xu Xu rose to mid-air frantically, and yelled, "My blood--"
His old skin exploded like a broken pocket, and the whole person became a flesh-colored skull, showing scarlet muscles and sensibly white bones, like a blood-skinned corpse.
And he was still ignorant: "The Primal God--"
The flesh-only corpse also exploded, and a ball of light in the air seemed to be surging slightly, and Xu Xu's Yuan Shen sat in it, wrapped in thick blood.
Xun Xu could no longer speak with his mouthpiece, and the roaring bell-like roar burst from the inner / floating inner government: "Three souls and seven souls!"
The words fell, the sacrifice was completed, the ghost of the soul-stealing lamp disappeared in the air, a large group of ghosts suddenly scattered like Lao Yan, and Xu Xu ’s inner government suspended in the air shrank violently to a point, then burst Already.
When Gu Yanxue died, the East China Sea was in turmoil for a day and a night. Before Xu Xu was so obscured in the Four Saints before his death, he was more shocked than anyone else.
The entire Shu land is based here, and the invisible impact surges towards the Quartet at an extremely fast speed.
The mountain is collapsing, the birds, beasts, fish, and fish have no time to escape. The villages in the mountains seem to evaporate from the earth. They are immersed in the boundless darkness, and the fresh grievances are boiling everywhere. It seemed like a feast.
There is no sun or moon in the world, it seems that there is only one lamp that is crowded with demons, and it is constantly sucking the Quartet ghosts.
Han Yuan's pupils contracted sharply.
He couldn't deny his indiscriminate killing, and countless monks died in his hands outside Suzaku Pagoda. Han Yuan understood that even if he had broken his bones at this time, it was a crime.
But the monk's cause and effect, why do the mortals living here suffer from such innocence?
The faces sucked into the Soul Eater flashed in front of him one by one, and Han Yuan's pupils almost shrank into a tiny spot.
The cause planted by Tong Ru at that time finally responded in such a fierce manner.
Jiang Peng, who had stopped Han Yuan, stretched his arms to reveal a smile that seemed to be as he wished. He bathed in inexplicable killings, opened his arms, and let Xu Xu run over him.
Jiang Peng's body fell apart like a walking dead, revealing a ghostly shadow, with the soul lamp.
The puddle covered his mouth and recognized who the ghost was.
The next moment, the rolling forbidden technique had been crushed over them, Han Yuan pushed the puddle to the distance desperately, and then he turned back into a dragon body, hissing and screaming, his body pulled away like a million miles The ridge and the city wall made a huge circle in the same place, and they were connected at the end, trying to use flesh and blood to stop the forbidden technique left by Xu Xu.
Tang Yuan's eyes met Han Yuan in Soul Eater. Tang Yuan smiled slightly and shook his head.
Then he reached out to make his claws, and a sharp claw composed of ghosts in the air fell down, and directly attacked the dragon's body. 2k novel reading network