In the vast Shu Mountains, Li Yun was extremely huge and spread out in the spirit-guiding array for ten days.

Arrangements are no different from digging trenches. He dare not make any mistakes along the way, for fear that something is not good, so he will harm the other side.

Anyone who could still breathe was all over the place, and he led the way, searched for spirit stones everywhere, and helped calculate the formation. After ten days, he was exhausted, not to mention taking turns to block the art of sacrifice, Han Yuan and the others.

All the elixirs in the group were introduced into Han Yuan and Shuikeng.

When the water puddle just swallowed the demon pill, I felt that I would be burst by something, but now I feel that the three thousand years of roots are not enough, I need 30,000 yuan!

The moment Li Yun announced the "former" and it was difficult for Han Yuan to succeed the demon dragon's body to change into a human form in an instant, and fell down half dead, collapsed in it. The loss was too much, and a nearly terminal death aura almost appeared on his face.

However, even though he was still breathing, the big demon was still weak and firm, stretched out a claw, desperately grasped Li Yun's foot, and said as if he was so angry, "Don't forget...Dragon Flag..."

Li Yun had no time to mock him, and immediately took off his shoes and wore a sword with bare feet.

He chased the sword like the wind, roaring along the spirit-guiding formation, and was extremely nervous. Li Yun was originally rich and powerful, and the storage bag was clean and clean. All kinds of spiritual objects and spells were consumed. Even if it was like this, he still underestimated the power of the sacrifice technique.

The Spirit-Induction Formation was almost leaked several times. Whenever there was a break in the formation, a group of monks would yell like a boatman by the river. They rushed in and cultivated and blocked, and looked like they were working in a hot and busy manner, as if they were to open a deep ditch into the mountains in Shu.

The elder of Baihu Villa was injured by ghosts, and was so embarrassed that he had to rush to the front. He squatted in the sky with his sword, his arms hanging from his knees, his mouth opened and his neck stretched out. He witnessed the sacrifice technique of flood discharged as if he was going downstream. He almost hit him like a fly, and brought it over to him, put it aside, murmured: "It's actually... "

When Li Yun saw this, he immediately sent a signal from afar, waved desperately, and asked all the people who were in charge of the body to fall down.

The next moment, a loud noise of landslide rose flat, and everyone was still foolishly stopped in the sky and was affected, and they rolled down from their own weapons.

The sacrifice seemed to contain countless resentment, anger, hatred and despair. It flowed down from the high cliff, like a galaxy overturned, falling into the lake, and gurgling, countless barren mountains were leveled by the barbarians. The original appearance was beyond recognition, and the unfathomable cliff exposed a hideous ditch back.

sky……

The sacrifice technique caused the movement to last for a long time and a half before the dust settled. Li Yun put on one foot and held the golden rooster indepently, murmured blankly: "It can also be blocked for a moment... Han Yuan, you kid are the future."

Han Yuan was dying and did not speak, and seemed to have been carved by the ancestors and ancestors.

Shuikeng said anxiously: "Why did he?"

Li Yun bent down and looked at Han Yuan for a moment, shook his head and said, "Oh, it seems that I may not be able to ask you for the dragon bone. Even if I can do this, I will make up for you, wouldn't you be so?"

Originally, he was about to die, Han Yuan immediately resurrected when he heard this, and struggled as if he was back, and smashed Li Yun's shoe over: "You dare! I'm irreconcilable with you!"

The elder of Baihu Villa made a free move to contact several major sects in Shu, including Mingming Valley.

All major sects also had their eyes, and the next day they sent various medicines to replenish the wounds. The group rested in Shu for half a month before continuing to go south.

Han Yuan consciously dealt with Tang Zhen and Bian Xu, and was more and more arrogant when he was well-behaved. He followed several times along the way, and dared to rebel. He came to kill a warning to him cleanly and neatly.

When they arrived in southern Xinjiang, they had a strange intention because of the death of the Nine Saints. The devils were already shocked by Han Yuan and lie down for a moment.

"The miasma in front blocks the road, which is where the nightmare travelers are." Han Yuan said, "You are not welcome to have some famous and upright sects in the . Get out."

The water pit was leaning on his body, and he was very curious about the world's No. 1 Demon Cave and asked: "Fourth Brother, can you demon cultivators rob money and rob money and sex?"

"Jie," Han Yuan looked at her, sneered with contempt, "But Jiao only robs people, not robs long-tailed starlings, you don't have to worry."

Water puddles angry and sprays a fire at his head.

"Don't forget to s me the dragon flag." Han Yuan waved his hand and solved her little Mars. After saying that, he strode towards the nightmare pedestrian's nest.

He shook his sleeves, and a huge mountain gate came out of nowhere. The word "大天" on his face was like a monster with bloody mouth, dark and cold demonic energy flew down, bling with the poisonous miasma in the forest, and it seemed indescribable.

A blood-colored Bagua diagram flew out from Han Yuan's already tattered dragon robe sleeve, hitting right next to the word "Yangyu", and immediately branded a bloody mark.

The blood mark seemed to drip into the boiling water. For a moment, the Yanjieren rose and fell in the valley, and countless pairs of eyes were peeking at the return demon.

Han Yuan was wearing ragged clothes like a beggar, but his steps seemed to be returning to the dragon court. He broke into the hometown of the demons as if no one was around.

Unfortunately, I took a few steps and was destroyed. The water pit was about to burn him to fuck him just now. When I met his back, my heart suddenly became empty again. I couldn't help but shout loudly: "Fourth Brother, we are here to play with you!"

Han Yuan: “…”

"Play," he thought, gritting his teeth, "embarrassing."

The huge dragon shadow flashed in Han Yuan's body, and the blue dragon entered the sea and plunged into the miasma of the southern border, and never looked back.

He will stay in the  for life.

The group parted ways, and had nowhere to go to the Liang Dynasty. Li Yun followed Yan Zhengming's promise to Wu Changtian and decided to take him back to Fuyao Mountain.

Nian Dada reported that he went to the East China Sea alone to find Nian Mingming's reincarnation.

But in the vast crowd, it is not easy to find a small baby boy? Besides, Han Yuan just told him about the general direction, and whether it is accurate or not is still to say.

Nian Dada moved around the East China Sea for a few days, but was not very willing to do so. He wanted to find a house to stay for a while and search for it slowly.

He preted to be a mortal and asked someone to ask for a cheap side to complain. He was taken to a very remote side by the east coast by a fisherman. He saw a wolfberry tree that was so big that it seemed to have towering ambitions. There were rows of red blood beads hanging, and a small dilapidated yard was located under the tree.

There are several large stone circles at the entrance of the courtyard, and there are pairs beside the door. On the left is "three-in-one room" and on the right is "love can't live in".

Nian Dada was shocked by the spirit of others. After a while, he was so timid that he knocked on the door. He dared to knock loudly, and the mouse scratched the door.

After scratching for a while, Nian Dada was about to leave, and then a man with a big waist and a round waist walked out of him. He was obviously a mortal, but he had a kind of a powerful and powerful spirit in his body.

The strong man stared at Nian Dada and shouted, "Do you have enough food? Will you knock on the door? Can't you stay there!"

Nian Dada was described as being suffocated by the mortals, and said casually: "Live... live... live, former, senior, I live."

"Senior?" the strong man raised his eyebrows and said as if he was a loud bell, "Oh, you are still a monk after a long time of trouble. Have you seen you be a coward, pay the money and get in!"

Nian Dada didn't dare to have any objection, so he rolled in round and smoothly.

It was not until I lived in the East China Sea for more than two months that the demonic energy among the mountains and rivers gradually settled and dissipated.

The 108,000-level Bu Xuantai allowed the two powerful men to travel for nearly three months.

The two of them had countless wounds of all sizes. At this time, even Cheng Qian could not help but stagger under his feet for a moment when he saw the top and almost knelt down.

It was too difficult, the sword light of the Frost Blade was dimly polished, Cheng Qian wanted to roll down directly from the ground, and he could not think of how Tong Ru came back then.

The stage is empty and silent, and Yan Zhengming suddenly stopped walking in front of him.

Cheng Qian said in a tired and hoarse voice: "What?"

Yan Zhengming: "Come on."

I saw a footprint of Buhuitai, which was soaked in blood. Now the blood stains have exposed the rust color, but they have been faithfully preserved by Buhuitai, and have a little faded for hundreds of years.

Just looking at the thrilling footprints, you can imagine what happened to Tong Ru in the past. He stepped on the stage with one leg but his other leg was still on the stone steps, and his whole body was injured.

He must be at the of his strength, and he held his hands heavily on his knees before leaving a footprint like a heavy footprint.

When he used all his best, he raised his head and looked at the shining stone of his wishes, would he seem to be watching a dream that was out of reach?

Someone took turns holding a sword with him and guarding each other. He was alone carrying nowhere to tell the indecent thoughts. Under the double torture of the inner demon and conscience, he turned away from the world and came with blood.

Thinking of it like this, although he knew that his own selfish desires were invasive and caused many disasters, he suddenly said no harsh words.

The imprint of Taichung is still there, and the two of them stop for a while, and then remove Bing Xinhuo with all their hands and feet.

The stone seemed to have a spirit. As long as a person pushed it gently, he would return to his position and settle down tightly.

The floating light flowed in the middle and stagnated in an instant, and the surroundings were always entangled. The demonic energy seemed to turn into a handful of fine ash, and suddenly it disappeared and the smoke disappeared.

The stage is spotless and there is no spell, but it makes people feel extremely quiet, as if all kinds of ambitions and extravagances in people's hearts will involuntarily calm down and return to the quality and cleanliness of people.

This trip is 108,000 levels, as if it has passed a 108,000 disaster.

Cheng Qian heard the complicated crying and shouting, laughter and roar. They left him one by one, as if they were immersed in a dream and walked to their heads. The heart was unprecedentedly clear and clear, as if they heard the vast way of heaven in the universe again.

His legs were a little numb, and when he staggered, he simply followed his ability and lay down on his back. He listened to the chaos around him gradually becoming quiet and gentle, and felt that his breath was also inhaled.

Yan Zhengming was nowhere much better than him. He held most of his weight on the Frost Blade, stood beside him and was stunned. He suddenly asked, "When Master Tong Ru made a wish for his wishes, he was willing to sacrifice millions of resentful souls... Then what about now? What is it?"

Cheng Qian closed his eyes and said, "It's not so good. That stone actually made him want to think, right?"

The bloodline of the Fuyao Sect was still broken, and Master Mu Chun was still dead.

Therefore, people still left one after another, but the world was still dragged into a protracted chaos...

It's not over yet.

The disaster is like a fire that burns across the plain, ruthless and unrestrained, crushing everything in the ashes.

Only the fine grass buds, which have passed by silence, still quietly sprouted in the spring breeze.

"The dead tree meets spring" is like a beginning, or perhaps an ing.

Yan Zhengming stood quietly for a moment and said, "When we go back, you can take me to Wangyou Valley when you have time. I want to meet my master and my master."

Cheng Qian said without any restraint: "Go to show off your senior brother to them, have you turned the tide over the past century and revived the sect and made great achievements?"

Yan Zhengming: "..."

I felt uncomfortable when I saw through my junior brother.

He was angry and raised his leg and kicked Cheng Qian: "If you ask you to lead the way, how can you come from so much nonsense?"

Unfortunately, planning well and doing things are destined to go against your wishes.

Two months later, Yan Zhengming held a "eye-blocking leaf" in his mouth, and struggled to hide his anger. He hurried into the Forgetful Valley with Cheng Qian at dusk. The two passed through the ghosts and found the Tong Ru's bones.

Who knew that the original corpse was missing but it was not seen.

The two searched for the original several times, but found nothing. Cheng Qian almost suspected that he had remembered the wrong square until he dug out a rusty copper coin from under the tree.

I remembered Tong Ru, he said, "I'm afraid I won't be able to meet again next time."

Perhaps the man's sentence had expired and his serious crime had been redeemed. He finally left with the mountains, rivers, plants and trees.

The two left the valley of Forgetful Worship before dawn, and Yan Zhengming vomited out his eyes and asked, "Does the souls of Master and Master dissipate?"

Cheng Qian thought about it and replied: "It's better to say it's ascension."

When I thought about it, I suddenly felt relieved.
Chapter completed!