Huh ~
The biting cold wind blew over the wasteland, and the heavy snow that had stopped for a few days, accompanied by the faint red sun rising in the sky, it once again drifted between the sky and the earth.
Outside the northwest city, above the wasteland, at this moment, it fell into a dead silence.
Shocked, horrified, shocked, unbelievable...
Under great shock, not to mention the ordinary martial artists in the martial arts world, even the Taoist Yunni stood on the spot and almost crushed the whisk.
"How is that possible?!"
In the wind, Taoist Yunni was a little messy and could not believe it.
That's the old demon of Black Mountain!
Standing at the top of the world, even in the past three thousand years, it can be ranked among the top!
Such a sinister man, even if he was a seven-pointer in his mind and suffered heavy damage in two battles, how could he fall into the hands of a junior who is not a ten-cap or a martial saint?
What is this?
The real dragon drowns in shallow water, and the breeze blows down the giant mountain?!
Why?
This makes no sense at all!!
He was shocked, but Zhao Xuanyi was horrified. In the cold wind, he felt sweat on his forehead and was extremely shocked.
The old demon in Black Mountain has fallen...
On the snow field, Qin Lihu, Zhao Kun and Xie Qi were all shocked and lost their voices. For a moment, their eyes were so shocked that they were blank.
They witnessed two martial saint wars outside the city with their own eyes.
In their eyes, this Black Mountain old demon was already invincible and invincible, but...
"He actually, actually..."
The big gun as thick as a peacock made a crackling sound, and Qin Lihu could not describe the shock in his heart.
He is only a line away from the entrance, so how can he not understand the gap between the Grand Master and the Martial Saint?
He never dreamed that Yang Yu, who was scolded for being "for a moment of blood", would actually kill the famous Black Mountain Old Demon!
Knowing that he was defeated and died, he might have a temporary courage, but he had the possibility of fighting, but he finally won the battle. This is the bravery!
To this day, he still feels that Yang Yu is a rebellious person, but such a person has to be amazed.
After the dead silence, there was an uproar.
Looking at the dust blown away by the wind, the city wall was boiling. The meditation of the old monster in Black Mountain for many days gave them unparalleled tremendous pressure.
The greater the depression before, the louder the shouting sounds will be.
"How is this possible..."
In the midst of the noise, Dao Ren Li was stunned and could not come back to his senses for a long time.
He couldn't believe it, nor did he believe what he saw...
Among the people, only the boss was simple-minded. Looking at the upper sign in his palm, he felt that his hexagram was the best in the world.
Who can be considered a martial saint in this world?
He can!
After a huge satisfaction, a thought came to his mind: "I, I bet the right treasure..."
Swishy~
Cold and hard, cold particles slide off their fingertips.
In the cold wind, Yang Yu felt a bleak heart. There was no joy of defeating the enemy, nor the pleasure of revenge. There was only a faint but unscrupulous sadness.
Under the seclusion, he saw the fate of the old demon before he died, but he did not notice the slightest breath of the Taoist Zhenyan here...
"Real person..."
Yang Yu lowered his eyes silently, and various lights and shadows appeared in his eyes.
【The Seventh Generation of Black Mountain Old Demon】
【Fate: Seven Kills (remembered)】
【Fate number: Five purple, two gold and two gray】
【One soul seven points (lavender), seven kills enter life (lavender), one country guardian god (lavender), eight generations fighting immortals (lavender),
The best martial arts (lavender), the prosperous martial arts (lavender gold), the seven emotions (lavender gold), the natural Taoist seed (lavender gold), the lonely star of the Tiansha (gray), the single body (gray)]
【Status: Seriously Injured】
【Life dynasty: 0/210】
"One soul seven points..."
Yang Yu's heart was calm.
Taking advantage of Tongyou's promotion, he finally saw the flaws of the Black Mountain Old Demon in the state of unity of man and nature.
After the entrance is opened, the warrior's spirit and spirit are united, and its energy, spirit, intention and momentum are becoming more and more harmonious.
However, the old demon was not like this. His soul and color had already lost its harmony. I don’t know if it was his own shortcomings or the truth of the Taoist injustice and its roots.
But according to Yang Yu's guess, it should be the latter.
As his mind moved, he looked at one of the fates:
[Eight generations of fighting against immortals, rare treasures in the universe: holding this object can lead to great fortunes to possess the body and take over the body. One soul and eight parts are added, and the number of energy is superimposed. Eight generations of return to the same, and you can defeat immortals if you reverse it]
【Current progress: 7/8】
"Eight generations of immortals fighting..."
Yu Yang murmured in his heart.
Recalling the strong malice that Tong You noticed when he was promoted, as well as the Qi Sha and Pojun Taoist Fruit that fell into his hands, he had a hidden understanding in his heart.
This old monster is indeed coming for himself...
"master……"
Among the broken pages of the dark book, the ghost baby screamed.
He was a ghost, and his body had no immortality except for walking out of the fantasy realm of immortals and magic. However, he died suddenly and was still as painful and sad as if he had died once.
And this was the case that Andao Ren had endured most of the situation...
There is great horror between life and death. This horror that comes from the depths of the soul cannot be used to it when you die a few times.
"Thank you."
Yang Yu replied in his heart.
Without the judge's pen, he was unable to control the broken pages of the book as he pleased, and there were huge restrictions on his life for his life.
But that old monster has long been a martial saint who has been around for nearly three hundred years.
With Guiying, An Dao Ren, and his own lifespan, he finally died...
This is a very expensive price.
However, the martial saints in this world who can threaten the old monster of Black Mountain are only one palm, and there are almost no great masters.
The power of the dark book’s remaining pages is enough to shock the earth.
"Thanks……"
In the broken pages of the Nether Book, the Ghost Baby's voice was a little panicked and terrifying. He never expected that this master would thank him.
Don't need to be busy.
"How many more is my life span?"
Yu Yang asked.
He was very calm in his heart. In fact, he had a strong control over himself and his response to his life span was quite different.
But compared to the broken pages of the Nether Book, it is naturally much more vague.
"And, there is still..."
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"Twenty-eight years, four months, twenty-one days..."
"Have you been nearly thirty years?"
Yang Yu nodded, it was quite different from what he had speculated, and it was much better than expected.
"Master Kuixing, you don't have to worry about it! Our ghosts and gods in the underworld do not need any life. Yin life is much longer than that in the underworld!"
The ghost baby comforted carefully.
"My life is not over, what kind of life is needed?"
Yang Yu replied casually, no longer responding to this little devil.
There are naturally many reasons why he dares to come this time, and the recipes of the five internal organs must be one of them.
The first node of this recipe is only a short distance away from completing. By then, life will no longer be a constraint, but on the contrary, it will become one of his most powerful means.
This old demon's cultivation is more than ten times better than his current life, but he may not be able to bear a ginseng fruit...
The older the antique, the shorter the lifespan!
"call!"
He calmed down his mind and then raised his eyes. A large number of people came in the northwest city in the wind and snow. Further away, the Yunni Taoist stood with his hands down.
"It cannot be controlled, it cannot be controlled..."
The Taoist Yunni sighed in his heart.
Of course he knew what means Yang Yu used, but he had to admit that this god was powerful and terrifying.
Even though it was obvious from his white hair that the magical power had great consequences, his fear was so strong that it was beyond replenishment.
Such a means...
"well……"
As if he felt Yang Yu's gaze, he bowed, then turned around and left, and soon left the land of a hundred miles.
Ignoring the stay and departure of Taoist Yunni, Yang Yu stretched out his hand, accompanied by a long neighing from the dragon horse, Qin Si, whose eyes were slightly red, turned over and hurried forward.
"Brother Yang, you, you..."
Finally, looking at Yang Yu's silver hair, she couldn't help but she burst into tears.
"It's not intrusive, it's not intrusive."
Yu Yang reached out to hold the beauty and let her heal her wounds.
A heart finally calmed down.
...
...
The fierce cold wind comes from the north, and the closer it gets to the north, the colder it becomes.
Longyuan Road is white for thousands of miles, frozen for thousands of miles, and there is almost no one outside the city, but this is far inferior to outside the pass.
The biting wind was getting colder on the outer plains with almost no mountains.
On the vast grassland, except for the vast white area, there is almost no color, only the Changbai Mountain has wisps of smoke.
The Tianlang Dynasty was located in an extremely bitter and cold place with sparse mountains and rivers.
Therefore, the huge mountains that can block the cold current have been crowned as gods and holy during the long years.
Black Mountain, and even the eight sacred mountains stationed by the eight tribes of Tianlang, are also called Tianlang Eight Gods and One Holy Mountain.
Huh!
In the biting cold wind, even the coldest bears must hide in the cave.
But on the edge of the cliff with the greatest wind and snow and the coldest, there are thirteen young men practicing martial arts here.
They were wearing cold and bone-blazing armor and practicing martial arts on the coldest and most dangerous cliff. Their figure was not tall and burly, but their eyes seemed to be burning with flames.
call!
After a long time, the young man in charge stopped.
Under the red armor was Haqi, the tallest figure and the leader of the thirteen people. He raised his hand and everyone stopped.
"Yesterday, thousands of cattle and sheep from Yanyi tribe were frozen to death! Today, there will be thousands, and the day after tomorrow, there will be ten thousand!"
After practicing martial arts for several years, Haqi's voice was very loud:
"Without cattle and sheep, Yan's tribe cannot survive, and we cannot survive either! Everyone will die, all will die!"
silence.
A pair of scorching eyes were staring at Haqi, waiting for his order.
Haqi shouted and asked:
"How do we survive?"
"Go south!"
"Go south!"
"Go south!"
The sound of armor rubbing was heard, and twelve people raised their swords and shouted at the top of their lungs.
"But, we alone cannot go south."
Haqi raised his hand and stopped everyone's shouting, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle:
"The Ming people are weak and incompetent, but they have too many people, too many bows and arrows, and too many cities! We want to go south,
We must call on all tribes, all ethnic groups, and even the entire royal court!”
The originally high-pitched emotions fell silent.
None of the fourteen people present, including Hachi, came from a great nobleman, nor did anyone know the great figures of the royal court.
All they have are thirteen pairs of armor.
"Are you scared?"
Haqi swept over everyone coldly, and without waiting for their answer, he spoke again:
"Look!"
He pulled out the long sword at his waist and pointed it at the top of the mountains that were much higher than here. There were clouds and mists, all of which were wind, snow and ice.
A faintly, another mysterious black palace was rising and falling in it.
There is...
Haqi straightened his back, his eyes burning like fire:
Chapter completed!