The raised three-foot white silk ribbon is like a light gauze.

At the end of the tulle, a woman in red clothes and dark hair suddenly appeared.

She held a guqin and walked along the white silk ribbon, as if walking on the river.

When she finished walking over the white silk ribbons and fell towards the martial arts peak, the three-foot white silk ribbons floating in the air slowly landed on her arms on both sides.

Between her eyebrows, there was a freshly cut bloodstain, and in the center of the bloodstain, a silver-white halo slowly appeared.

"General, Ah Zhi is here."

She smiled softly, her voice was calm, her temperament was gentle and powerful, and her mist-like eyes were as firm as steel.

When the foot fell, another blood-thunder golden lotus bloomed.

The other side.

Wei Meng wants to stop Leng Qingshuang and Yan Nanji, but the Great Burning Sound Technique not only covers the top of martial arts, but also protects the selected guardians.

Yes.

Chu Yue is the one who initiated the Great Burning Sound Technique. Only those who have a certain bond with her will be selected as protectors.

The Twelve Guardians of 90,000 years ago, as Wei Meng said, died and rebelled. After so many years and the vicissitudes of life, how can we recreate the scene at that time?

A new era brings new protection.

There are also new protectors to activate the same great burning sound technique.

No matter how many people have changed, the only thing that remains unchanged is the sincere heart of protecting our country.

"Isn't that a dead person?" the demon maid was surprised.

Wei Meng looked at Yan Nanji, whose skin was so white that she turned blue, her eyes were empty and dull, and she frowned.

She pulled out the bones of her right arm, and the palm of her left hand turned into a cold white long Xiao with the halo of light.

She placed the ghost bone Xiao to her lips and played the voice of the Underworld, trying to control Yan Nanji who was restrained and refined into a corpse puppet by her.

The sound of the roar gradually grew louder and reached the sky!

The strong wind gusts and the martial road is in chaos!

…

However, no matter how hard Wei Meng tried to blow the ghost bone, Yan Nanji did not respond at all.

Can't he hear it?

No!

He heard it!

His bones were shattered inch by inch.

His bloodline exploded one by one.

Backflow of blood flowed out from every pore on Yan Nanji's body.

But, so what?

He only has eyes for the peak of martial arts.

His hand only held the lover beside him.

He is dead, but his will lives on forever and can shake the heaven, earth, mountains, seas, sun, moon and stars!

Leng Qingshuang lowered her head and glanced at the place where her fingers were intertwined, which was dripping with blood...

She gave a low and sad smile, raised her face to face the wind, and headed to the top of the martial arts with more determination.

The sky battlefield slightly below.

The relatives of the Yan family in Shenmai Jiuzhou and Baizhou in Qingyu saw the long-lost Yan Nanji. They did not feel the joy of seeing each other again after a long separation, but their faces were filled with tears and their hearts were filled with pain.

Only now did the family members of the Yan family know what "no news is the best" news means.

Before that, at least I can have a thought and a glimmer of hope.

But now, all hope has been completely shattered, and what appears in front of them is a corpse puppet coming from the void.

Heartache, pain, and all kinds of emotions are mixed together, making people feel like they are on the battlefield, their blood is cold, and the only way to describe the pain at this moment is that life is worse than death.

"call out!"

"laugh!"

Two blood-thunder golden lotuses bloomed.

Yan Nanji and Leng Qingshuang respectively stayed on the Blood Thunder Golden Lotus.

When it fell, two figures appeared on both sides of the sky and the earth.

Walking on the battlefield together, he has a pair of strange eyes, green as gems and blue as the sea. They are both evil and innocent, as if they are hiding two extreme emotions, and they are so perfect.

Yu Siming.

An old friend from many years ago.

The senior brother of Shenxuan Academy.

He was evacuated to the City Lord's Mansion in Xiaoyao City for treatment.

As for the other side of the sky battlefield.

The storm is turbulent.

Golden light flashes.

The teleportation formation reappears on the Imperial Continent!

Invincible Sect Li Chengxue said in surprise: "Is it Brother Wang Cheng who is here?"

"It's very possible." Li Lingzhu nodded.

Lu Chongjing's eyes flashed darkly as he looked at Wei Meng from afar, his mind spinning rapidly.

But he said that the teleportation formation door was opened, and Wang Cheng appeared with his master, uncle, and others.

He was still carrying two crossed weapons on his back.

He cupped his fists with both hands towards the top of the martial arts, "The King's City of the Demon Slayer Sect is willing to protect the emperor's domain and help Emperor Chu's sister activate the sound-burning technique so that the ghosts in the void have nowhere to hide."

His master stroked his beard and saw the scene of desolate life, his heart was so heavy that he could hardly breathe.

Master also sighed, "It's so tragic and tragic for someone to land on the mainland, it's really heartbreaking."

"Eh." The master looked at Chu Yue at the top of the martial arts, and sighed: "Fortunately, we caught up. It's all the fault of that old guy Yu Hentian. The teleportation formation was broken at the critical moment. Fortunately, it was repaired in time, otherwise

Wang Cheng will regret it beyond his reach and will regret it for the rest of his life."

"Wei Meng."

The demon maid tried her best to cover up her aura to prevent the people from the outside sect from discovering it. She lowered her voice and shouted: "Is this what you promised me? That they can't activate the Great Burning Sound Technique?"

"Your Excellency, calm down." Wei Meng said: "The second activation of the Great Burning Sound Technique requires the blood of the original source. It is useless just to have a protector."

"Tsk." The demon maid let out a contemptuous laugh and said disdainfully: "Before, you swore that Ye Chuyue couldn't even find all the twelve guardians. Now, eleven have been gathered, and the last one is missing.

, are your eyes blind, or are mine blind? I think you really think of yourself as a thing. Do you think Ye Chuyue is easy to deal with? Don’t forget, in the capital of the Han Kingdom, even my princess

You can't do anything to her, do you think you are more powerful than the princess?"

Wei Meng's face was extremely ugly after being lectured by the witch, but his heart was also faintly trembling.

She didn't find the original blood. If Ye Chuyue really gathered the twelve guardians and the original blood appeared, wouldn't all her previous efforts be in vain?

No! This is absolutely not possible1

Wei Meng took a deep breath, looked at the very displeased demon maid, and bowed: "Your Excellency, you and I are like grasshoppers in the same boat. Now that things have happened, it is useless to say this. The Great Burning Sound Technique is my nemesis.

, although I am powerful, at this moment, I have no time and no ability to make a move. Your Excellency, you are a popular person beside the princess. The princess is resourceful and will definitely be able to solve this urgent problem."

The witch didn't say anything, but laughed.

Wei Meng added: "Well, Ye Chuyue has a lot of money to spend, and she has a good relationship with sects outside the region. If she wins this battle, she will definitely investigate everything about this battle. By then, can the princess stay out of it?

"

"Are you threatening me?"

"Don't dare."

"Tsk. I knew you were useless. The princess did leave you a good thing, specially used to resist the Great Burning Sound Technique."

The demon maid took out a magic book with a seven-pointed star from the dark space magic ring.
Chapter completed!