Chapter 82: 【】

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Tonight, the smashing of the mountain, the preparations in the early stage, made a lot of preparations, woven into a large net, dense air.
The guardian of the mountain rushed to the extreme, and every road leading to Bao Puzong intercepted the outsiders. The patrols and duties on the mountain were ten times more strict than before.
These are enough to block most of the monks who have arrived, but they can't stop the sacred sacred.
"The scholar of the school, although the realm is high, full of speculation, but unfortunately even the sword will not take, is not a big problem."
"Essence of the temple is to avoid the world, innocent and too indifferent, who is in the world, is the devil, he does not care so much..."
This is what Rong Rong said to Yu Shi very early.
The tone of the voice is sloppy, but there is no one in the words who is not in the eyes.
Even so, they changed the cloud sea array, targeting the potential enemies of the Asian holy realm, obscuring the atmosphere, confusing the heavens, and directing the eyes of these two people to the stars.
If Mr. and Mr. Innocent Master are coming, there are also back-hand arrangements, and they will pay a price to try to hold them down as much as possible.
The night is dark, there is no star and no moon, and the red clouds are shining.
Tolerance and cold-eyedness is because although the court has not arrived, his private seal has been swiftly swift, and in the blink of an eye, there will be a gap between the blood and the sea.
The huge lithograph of the mountain casts a shadow on the sea of ​​blood, and the vast pressure is overwhelming.
Here, there is the power of Bao Puzong’s guardian mountain to communicate with the world. The stone seal should not come so fast.
Yu Shi instantly felt something, his face changed suddenly, and he looked at the youth who came to the foothills.
Emei asked, "Do you want to bully the ancestors?"
He doesn't have a heavy tone, but he has the power to be like a sword.
The young man's mouth that was questioned overflowed the blood line.
Yu Shi’s sword, he did not stop, but his face was dull and hard.
Rong Rong’s sleeves danced wildly, and his hands were fast-printed.
He can break the lithograph, it just takes time. But the longer the time, the more variables there are. Zhou Yuandao has stood up.
Even if it is urgent at the moment, Yu Shi still eases his face and looks at the youth.
"You shouldn't interfere with this matter. Go down the mountain."
The meaning is very simple, you are not qualified to be here, but you are now down the mountain, I am not worried.
For the realm of Yu Shi, this is already the biggest concession he can make, and anyone should be grateful for his acceptance.
But the youth did not move.
The sea of ​​blood blew the hurricane and raised his dark blue robe.
Yu Shi did not think of anyway, the biggest variable would be Lin Yuangui.
Just as Jun Jun is in the Yashan Mountains, Bao Puzong’s half guards the mountains and is also in the hands of Lin Yuan.
Lin Yuan did not know the killing of the night, and he was not good at it, but the realm of the situation can be guessed from the red clouds and the clear light.
Even if there is a world that can't be brought to the mountains tonight, Lin Yuan is going to come up, why not dare to stop him, and the elders can't stop him.
He came to the mountain and saw the sea, then weakened the mountain guard. Did not hesitate.
Yu Shi is not the master of Lin Yuangui, and there is no teacher or apprentice. However, Lin Yuan’s return to Zongmen is of great value and cannot easily die.
At least not at this time. At least do something for the Zongmen.
"You are now a big man, you have to be a traitor to forget the ancestors?"
It is also a fierce sword, crossing the chest and abdomen of the youth, bloody.
Lin Yuan’s face is unchanged, there is no block, and there is no retreat.
He does not stop because Yu Shi is Ya Sheng, but because the other is the teacher's elder.
There is no retreat because of my own principles.
He has been retiring for many years. He doesn't know why the head is going to collude with the demon to kill Zhou Yuandao. He only knows that this is wrong.
Even if there are more reasons and considerations, it is not right.
Yu Shi looks colder, he raises his sleeve and is trying to throw this unintelligible thing down the mountain. But suddenly flew, appeared in the blood.
Because I do not know why, Rong Rong suddenly gave up to resist the lithograph, and regardless of Zhou Yuandao, the diameter came to the foothills.
Yu Shi seems to have a sense of success, taking over the position of the Allies.
The guardianship of the mountain was weakened, and the obstacles of going up the mountain were also cleaned up by Lin Yuan.
Therefore, when Luo Mingchuan came to the foothills, he did not waste any effort.
I saw a person standing in front of the mountain road, it was a magic repair.
The red clothes are flying like fire, and the blood and sea behind them are pressed to the color. There is a demon spirit in the eyebrows, but the gesture is sloppy, and the half-point is not exposed.
The circumference of the sea is as dry as it is, and the swords of the world will be slowly pushed away.
On the west side of the most inconspicuous mountain, standing a young man, a blue robe, standing still, straight and loose.
Just a glance, Luo Mingchuan saw several people's identity and the current situation clearly seen eight points.
He looked at the killing, and when he was thinking about it, Rong Rong looked at him.
However, it is really disappointing.
Such a young man as a demon reincarnation, where is there a half to dominate the temperament of the world? Too weak.
Disappointment made people intolerant, and the eyes of Rong Rong changed, like watching the grass mustard ants, faintly opening,
"You don't deserve to turn around."
Luo Mingchuan shook his head. "I don't bother with it."
Rong Rong finally felt that there was some meaning.
Tian Luo nine turns, is the highest practice of each magic repair, not dead, is the ultimate strength that practitioners can see. Now the ants who can kill themselves can say disdain.
He smiled and was fascinated and cold. "It would be better to give it to me."
This sentence is not in question.
As soon as the voice fell, a burst of scarlet smoke would drift away.
Luo Mingchuan appeared in front of a corpse of blood.
Blood sea is in his knowledge of the sea.
Just like being forced into the meditation by the view, this is the supernatural power of the top powerhouse. Rong Yi’s spiritual thoughts directly broke his knowledge of the sea.
Compared with the jade exhibition eyebrows, Rong Rong wants to turn around.
Cold cold killing, tyrannical anger, silent death, resentment, unwillingness, oh... All the pains and struggles of the world are in this sea, drowning all good and good.
Enough to evoke the fear of the deepest part of the human heart.
Luo Mingchuan only felt a sharp tingling in his eyebrows, and his headache was splitting. Then he saw the destruction of the world, Master, younger brothers and sisters, and people familiar with their loved ones died successively.
He stood awkwardly in the Qinghe Temple, which was turned into ruins. Someone shouted a demon head. When he turned around, he was surprised that the person holding the sword was himself.
The blood color changed, and the final picture was in Xingshan Temple. The younger brother stopped in front of him and couldn’t do anything.
Luo Mingchuan pale, cold sweat drenched the back. The sea of ​​knowledge began to oscillate.
The thick blood water wrapped him, and the disgusting suffocation filled his lungs. He could not breathe. I only want to be drowned in this sea.
"Oh!"
Suddenly there is a bright sword light, such as the moon breaking through the clouds, opening the night, falling on the sea, raising the waves!
A sword smashes the moon, and the sky is clear.
Rong Rong’s eyes turned to the sword.
He did not put this younger generation in his eyes, but he was now killing his heart.
The sword is Lin Yuangui.
He is very silent tonight, because the practice of Yu Shi broke his previous cognition. The eight characters of the ‘Number of Forgetting’ ‘Betrayal’ were still on him.
It’s just that he doesn’t understand, ‘seeing the prime to be simple, less private. Isn't this the sect of the founder of the mountain? Why did you become a traitor?
But he knows that he can't draw swords on the elders of the division, but he can defend the sword.
He smashed the swords of the rest of the world, hurting the lungs, and the sword has been in the forefront for a long time. He understands that in the face of tolerance, he is only able to produce a sword, and the opportunity is only once.
There was a hint of looseness in the sea of ​​Rong Rong, as thin as a hair. He put away a sloppy smile and raised his finger to the young man holding the sword.
But it’s a pair of eyes.
Dark as night, deep and deep.
It is Luomingchuan that has broken through.
For a moment, the sea was countercurrent and the tide was falling, and Rong Rong fell into a darkness. Just like the ancient and pure darkness before the opening of the heavens and the earth.
It is the bottom of the stars.
Rong Rong felt incredible, and he was actually drawn into the country by the other side.
The endless monsters came out and began to bite his flesh and blood. He is painless and unreasonable. He is a little bit excited about the strangeness. Is this the turn of the sky? Is this the reincarnation of the devil?
The lithograph was shattered in the sword of the world, and the crumbs were as fine as powder, hovering over the air.
Yu Shi suddenly noticed that the mountain has changed, and he wants to pull out, but his body is stagnate for a moment.
Someone came to the sea, and the crown was brought over.
It is Mr. House.
Mr. does not take the sword, he is a scholar.
The soldiers are ominous, and the scholars have no choice but to use them.
Mr. Zhang Yuandao held Zhou Yuandao.
In the past, his lack of strength was a battle with Yu Shi. But tonight, Yu Shi has consumed too much, no matter whether it is spirit or sword, it is no longer at its peak.
After being seriously injured by Wei Feng, Yu Shi reshaped the meridians with the help of Rong Rong and entered the Magic Road. It seems to be unprecedentedly powerful, but in reality it is a castle in the air and the foundation is unstable. This kind of vain power is the most affordable.
They all understand this fact, so no one takes the shot first. Yu Shi is thinking about the possibility of forming an alliance with the hospital, and the price and benefits to be paid are higher.
In the house, I looked at Zhou Yuandao and took out a remedy. Zhou Yuandao shook his head.
Suddenly breaking the silence and stalemate is two shouts.
"Brother!"
"Master!"
The one who called the brothers was Yin Yinyue. In the mountains, he first saw Luo Mingchuan, who was pale.
Calling Master is Cheng Tianyu. He saw the blood in the sea and was the master of blood.
Such as Pinghu hit the stone, the sword of the silence like the sea flashed, straight to the Yin Yue door.
Fast speed, avoiding inevitable. Yin Yue even had no time to draw a sword, and the shadow of death was under the hood.
Mr. Zhang Yuan’s figure was faint, and his eyes were blocked before Jianfeng. Another lithograph is to strike with it.
"boom!"
Cracked lines appear on the lithograph.
Faced with opponents not far from each other, speed and strength can't be balanced.
Yu Shi’s shot to Yin Yu is the goal. He guessed it well, and he will save Yin Yue.
The next moment, his eyes were smiling and stagnation, because there was a sword stabbing from behind.
Fast and light, like a flying feather.
At the last moment, his body was really shocked by the sword, and he was not penetrated into the heart, but stabbed the shoulder blade.
He did not think that Zhou Yuandao clearly knew that he would die, but he still had a sword.
This mutation, the lithograph of the hospital did not continue to shatter, the volley flipped, and the three worlds were forced to retreat.
The picture that Zhou Yuandao finally saw was Cheng Tianyu, who was still childish, and ran to him with a flying feather sword.
It’s like seeing yourself when you are young.
He remembered Song Yu and Zhong Shan.
I remember that I have seen the world in this life, have fought evil spirits, and taught apprentices. There is nothing to regret.
"Master..."
Zhou Yuandao smiled. He wanted to say, ‘Be the first step for the teacher, don’t worry, the future things will be handed over to you. If you do it, you will wait for the scabbard to beat your hand.’ But it has no strength.
I opened my mouth and said only a ‘good’ word.