Chapter 480: Send soul

In the north of Zhongzhou, the butterfly appeared, chasing the demon body, and the blue butterfly shadow flew by and flew by. W ≠ W = W≈. ≈8 ＝ 1 ≠ Z ≠≠ W. COM
For several days and nights, the devil's body passed by, and no trace was concealed, except that he had been traveling westward, as if he wanted to leave Zhongyu.
Zhu Jian Shan Zhuang posted messages to all the world's religions, warning the news of Chi Lian's birth. All parties were shocked and met urgently to discuss the evil.
The lessons of 4,000 years ago are vividly remembered, and the great cause of the devil is urgent. It must be killed before the demon becomes a climate, and the fierce sword will be sealed again.
In just a few days, many great churches in Zhongzhou reached an agreement, and the army of demons gathered together, a source of calamity.
In the wilderness, the Alliance of All Religions first marched across the path of killing the body, surrounded by layers, leaving no trace of life.
Behind the Allied Forces, a man in a palace dress with an umbrella appeared, with a face like a crown jade, a pale face, and a sword with a waist, stepping forward.
"Three Commanders"
Everyone bowed to welcome the man.
"Is this the contemporary Chi Lianmo? Doesn't it look good?" Gong Wuhen said lightly.
The shrill voice and the feminine look without throat knots fully showed the identity of the person who came. The Xuanji dynasty was in front of the dark flower, and the palace was no trace.
"The three commanders are more careful, the sword master is defeated by this man," a strong man at the peak of the three disasters said, reminding.
"That old guy is too old, can he still wield a sword?"
Gong Wuhen smiled softly and immediately closed the red umbrella in his hand. He lifted his right hand and smiled, "kill"
With a single order, the coalition forces of the various religions surged to gather the elite fighting power of many great religions and immediately killed.
In the battle situation, the black body and black eyes of the demon body killed the body, the look did not see any fluctuations, a black hunting with the wind, the ruthless eyes, only the shadow of reflected in the land.
The demon moved, and the force of the fierceness on the Chilian sword overflowed. The sword opened Huangquan Road, and blood and dust flicked in the blink of an eye.
The horrific shadow, merciless and silent, sword rising, soul flying, sword falling, soul scattered.
The swords that kill the industry are astonishing, and the nightmare reappeared four thousand years ago. The evil has shaken the world. Chilian leads to kill. One sword, one sword.
Only then did the coalition forces showing signs of defeat show signs of defeat, and it was difficult to resist the mighty soldiers.
"A bunch of waste"
Gong Wuhen saw this, snorted coldly, waved his hand, Shen Feng out, dark gold sword, forced out.
The demon body felt, and returned the sword to block the move, but with a bang, the dust in the wilderness fluttered, and in the dust, the double swords confronted several times, the firelight, the killing light, and the overflowing shock.
"Wash the sky to welcome the moon"
Quick sword confrontation several tricks, Gong Wuhen's hands turn the sword, the stove top trick, the sky wash sword, show the moon and moon tricks.
The wind rose in an instant, the sky was filled with yin qi, and it rolled and rolled, and a cold remnant of the moon appeared on the sword, and the sword appeared cold, turning the gas into ice.
The demon body blocked the move, the moment when the two swords touched, and above the fierce sword, inch-by-inch dark ice spread to the right arm.
Yin poison enters the body, the demon body stagnate, and the sword is controlled.
"Die"
Double swords are frozen, Gong Wuhen's left palm has great power, and a palm shoots the forward spirit.
But I saw that the demon body was murderous and frantic throughout the body, the demon fire rose, the sword edge turned, and withdrew half a step.
"Magic, Blood Flame"
The sword turned back and forth, blood flames like waves, a sword slashed, full of shock red.
Gong Wuhen took the move, with a bang, the corner of his mouth was red, and he stepped back several times.
"Uh"
Around them, there was a loud cry, the aftermath of blood flames filled, destroyed and burned, and dozens of people were burned.
Killing reflects the magic power, the most ruthless aspect of life, and the demonized human nature, which is undoubtedly manifested at the moment, the sword is coming, and no soul is left.
The magic power was beyond imagination, Gong Wuhen's expression finally condensed, stepped, stepped up, sat up, Nayue Hua Yinli, the magic trick of cutting off the demon, the sword blade turned, and fell down.
The demon's body did not shirk, and he waved his sword to meet him. In an instant, Kuang Lan raged wildly, killing industry, violent collision of violent force, the world was robbed, and sand was like the sea.
The battle of the double strong, the robbery wave is vast, and the cultivation is a little weaker, and it is difficult to bear this terrible aftermath, and they explode into the wilderness.
"Magic, ridiculous!"
Gong Wuhen waved the gods to wash the gods, and he was fierce and desperate. His soft face was full of contempt and ridicule.
The fast sword's confrontation, a spur, the devil's left arm, the shirt split, the Fengyuan's killing body was lost, and it was no longer. The heavy killing of the trapped life was actually falling into the wind.
"Magic, weeping"
Stalemate in the battle situation, a trace of impatience on the demon's body, Chilian's fierce sword spurs on, the blood on the sword is extremely bright, a little glory, the blood falls into the rain, the rain turns into the sword, the sound of the weeping sword, cut the surrounding trap .
"Uh"
Sword rain fell, within a thousand feet, hundreds of figures exploded, and those who survived the luck survived.
Gong Wuhen's footsteps turned around to avoid the sword rain, however, the sword rain was numerous and difficult to avoid.
When avoiding the inevitable, the God of Heaven Washing blocked the blood rain, and with a bang, the Dark Flower retreated several steps.
"The moon is sunny"
Unwilling to defeat the battle situation, Gong Wuhen's move to the top of the furnace, the yin on the sword turned sharply into the sky, and the shadow of the remaining moon transformed, gradually completed.
"Abolition"
Demon face was disappointed, moving, sword, blood flame burned the world, and instantly cut off the moon.
The moon wasn't fulfilled, and the self-taught tasted back. Gong Wuqian flew out, covered in red, staggered a few steps, and vomited a bite of blood again.
"Three Commanders"
The allied forces of the siege were shocked. However, no one was willing to give in, and no one would give in. He would fight again and slay the demon.
Benevolence no longer knows the body, and moves mercilessly. The fierce sword in the hand moves with the nature. The trick is to kill, and the sword is to kill.
In the miserable battle, justice is difficult to move forward, the bones of the ground, the screams of the killing, it is difficult to stop the magic flame from burning into the world.
The march before the Three Thousand Slayers Alliance, the world was stained with bright red, and the morning light fell from the east. There were fewer and fewer people standing on the wilderness. The bones were everywhere, and the blood was floating.
The sky was getting brighter, the four wildernesses were desolate, and the disciples of the Great Education who held the heart of justice and demons were bleeding into the wilderness and could no longer go back.
"Uh"
With a sword through the body, the magic power stirred, Gong Wuhen's mouth was red again, and the palm shook open the former, and he dared not fight anymore.
The demon body did not chase, swung his right hand, swayed to the blood pool on the sword, and immediately turned away, the wind of the clothing tail, a trace of dust sand, which was in the sand, had already dried up in the night of the killing.
Half a day later, the blue light converged, the butterfly appeared, and looked at the desolation of the eyes, and my heart hurt, after all, it was still a step late.
"Ning Chen, don't get into trouble, Sister Sister will find you soon," Hua Zhongdie heartache.
At the next moment, the butterfly turned into light, chasing towards the west again.
In the southwest of Zhongzhou, the space was agitated. After a while, a beautiful shadow came out, and after watching, he went east.
The women who came across the domain often knew that the situation was urgent and did not dare to delay for a while, and hurried towards Bailu Academy.
When the day is mid-day, before the academy, the streamers converge, and the guests come.
At the same time, in the central heaven of the Kaiyang dynasty, a fuchsia figure knelt in half, with a calm look, seeing no joy or sorrow.
"Xuan Miao, your three brothers died in battle. Now, you are the only candidate for the next Kaiyang emperor. Don't let me down."
In the purple qi, the emperor spoke softly.
"Father Emperor Mingjian, when the son-in-law was granted the princehood, he should have said to the father-in-law that the son-in-law is not interested in this throne."
Yi Xuanmiao's expression was unmoved, calmly said.
"For the time being, press on this matter. I will say it later. Yesterday, the news came from the Xuanji dynasty. Chi Lian was born. The religions have begun to act. I can't sit back and watch the Kaiyang dynasty. You go."
"Yes"
Yi Xuanmiao took his orders and got up and retreated.
The fourth prince departed, and in the purple air, the emperor opened his eyes and calmly said, "Come here"
"Subordinate in"
In the voice, a figure in black came out and knelt on the ground, respectfully,
"Follow the four princes and always return his whereabouts," Yuan Huang said lightly.
"Yes"
The black shadow once again saluted, immediately disappeared, disappeared without a trace.
After the dark shadow disappeared, the Emperor Yuan got up in Ziqi, and walked to the central heaven, looking at the distance, the old eyes flashed a little light, the sky of Zhongzhou has changed, this is the best opportunity of Kaiyang Dynasty It is absolutely impossible to miss.
Unfortunately, his three sons thought they could do more.
Among the four sons, Yi Xuanmiao actually made him appreciate the most, but he was also the fourth son he was afraid of. As a prince, he had no desire for big positions and was not easy to control.
At Bailu Academy, women often come, and a letter is sent to the doorkeeper, who sees it and squints.
Supreme pen and ink!
"please"
The Supreme Master wrote in person, without any falsehood, and the old man immediately let go and stopped.
Pavilion in the lake, women often come, recalling Qingqiu eyes flashing through the light, the breath of heavenly books?
The academy has a roll of sun, so she is no stranger to the breath of heavenly books. The woman in front of her seems to have gained these powers soon, and she cannot hide it well.
"Your Excellency?" Yi Qingqiu said softly.
"The hometown of the West Buddha, the ancient land of Changling, Changyue," the woman often said calmly.
Yi Qingqiu heard the words, his eyes narrowed, and he was actually a man in the taboo of the hometown of the West Buddha.
"Girl Changyue, I don't know what is coming?" Yi Qingqiu asked directly without turning around.
"Soul delivery"
Women often reach out, the roulette turns, and in the little starlight, an illusory shadow gradually solidifies.
When Yi Qingqiu saw the face of Vague, he stood up immediately and looked shocked.
"please follow me"
After a brief shock ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Yi Qing Qiu Xun recovered his mind and asked no other questions. He walked out of the stone pavilion, stood above the lake, waved his hands and walked down the water.
Women often keep up and walk towards the bottom of the lake together.
Under the lake, Nine Beads turned together, holding the fate of Phoenix, and Yingyingguanghua was scattered, and continued to maintain the vitality of the latter.
Women often stepped forward, turned their palms to condense Yuan, and pulled the soul of the fatalist in the roulette, carefully injecting them into the sleeping Phoenix body.
After doing this, the woman often stopped staying longer, said goodbye, and turned to leave.
"Girl, can you tell who he is?" Yi Qingqiu said.
The female always stomped and calmly said, "The Eastern Territory of China, Daxia Zhiminghou, if you still want to know anything, wait for him to wake up and ask him, his lost soul, I hope the Academy can help him find it , Because, this world owes him "
After speaking, the woman often stopped talking and walked away. After two steps, she disappeared.