Outside the fog forest of Panlong, thousands of miles away, all the friars could not help looking up at the fog forest of Panlong, looking at the vast thunder sea. All of them were lost. Who could survive the thunder disaster?
Ten thousand miles away from the East, nine figures gallop in the void. They are in vain. The first one is a man in white robe, and the other eight are orcs. Obviously, it is the night without evil.
"It's said that the eight grade holy lotus is about to be born. That direction should be where the Pan Long fog forest is, isn't it?" The night has no evil pupil a shrink, the facial expression madly changes: "not good! Go
Night without evil into a streamer, quickly toward the Panlong fog forest.
"Golden age sword Lotus!" Wan Zun Hou looked at the sword lotus in the distance in horror, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
The three teams sighed and looked at yewujian gratefully. Fortunately, they left in time. Even the Xuantian strongmen were seriously injured. If they stayed at Xuegu cliff, they would die?
"Zunhou, are you ok?" Qianji Meier looks at wanzunhou anxiously.
"Nothing," Wan zunhou shook his head, "just can't save more people."
"It's none of your business. You've tried your best. At least 70% of the people have survived." Thousand machine Mei son comforts a way.
They all looked at wanzun marquis in surprise, and their eyes were full of admiration. So, it was not that wanzun Marquis was not strong, but that he protected most of the monks in the inner palace, which affected them.
"It's the legendary sword lotus in the golden age!" The night has no sword facial expression to sink, in the heart more surprised is: "this sword Qi unexpectedly has a kind of familiar feeling, isn't it?"
"Second brother, what is the sword lotus of the flourishing age?" There was no rain at night. He was puzzled, and his heart was palpitating. The sword was so far away that he couldn't bear it.
"Sword lotus in flourishing age," night without sword swallows saliva, "is the legendary road of sword, a sword out, can gather heaven and earth, the world is prosperous!"
"What?" Everyone took a cold breath. I can't believe it. It's just a sword. Can it gather the energy of heaven and earth? How is that possible?
However, the next scene, once again shocked the hearts of all people.
After being cut down by the Jianhe river, it turns into endless yellow mist, whistling towards the golden age sword lotus. The golden age sword lotus is like a spirit, devouring the Yellow spirit crazily. Eight lotus petals emit eight colors of light, shining and then slowly close.
"Is that luck?"
Can Qi Yun be captured artificially? At this moment, everyone's heart can no longer be calm, if you can get a wisp, but the great treasure, benefit for life.
"It's a big time for Tiange." Marquis Wan Zun said with a bitter smile.
Who is he? How can he not see the extraordinary of the sword lotus in the flourishing age? He is also an expert in kendo. However, he is also very surprised by the sword spirit. Moreover, the most important thing is that these treasures can not be ownerless. Perhaps, the killing battlefield is no longer calm.
"It's just the third tier." The night without cloud slightly shakes his head, in the heart worried unceasingly, he thought of farther, Pan Long fog forest but altogether has five layers, this is only the third layer, seals such horrible thing, that fourth layer, fifth layer? It can't be just decoration!
Almost an hour later, the thunder in the sky finally disappeared, and the blood bone cliff had already collapsed. There was only a lotus bud suspended in the void, surrounded by eight colors of light, which contained the flavor of the road. It was very mysterious. Many swordsmen felt the mystery in detail, as if they had felt it occasionally.
Naturally, many of the three teams have benefited a lot, but without sword in the night, their faces are very dignified and they are staring at the distance.
"Huhu..."
All of a sudden, the lotus bud disappeared in a flash and turned into an endless eight color light fog. There was a strong wind around. Many monks couldn't open their eyes and see what was going on.
"Ha ha ha, Ben Sheng is back at last, ha ha ha." A roar resounds through the sky and the earth, shaking the eight wasteland. A trend of arrogance and arrogance erupts out of the eight color light fog. The void around is constantly broken. The blood fog is scattered by that momentum, and can't get close to the cents.
When the eight color light fog slowly melted, a figure suddenly appeared. It was a man, whose eyebrows were like swords, whose eyes were like the sun and the moon. He could see through everything in the world, and his hair was golden, which highlighted his noble atmosphere. The man was wearing a purple gold Robe, glowing, and wearing a crown. Two long plumes were dancing in the void, and a scholar's air, but he was extremely overbearing.
"Whew!..."
In the void, five figures appear out of thin air, encircling the man in the center, with a frightening momentum * to the man.
"Yes?" The man brows a pick, chilly scan around five people.
"Hand over the sword lotus of flourishing age and let you live!" One of them said coldly that he was an old man with green robes. His whole body was full of Taoist rhymes and his accomplishments were unfathomable.
"Do you want Shengshi Jianlian?" Purple gold man light a smile, immediately facial expression in vain a Shen, "with you five, not enough!"
"Arrogance! The great perfection of Xuantian is like a mole ant in our eyes The other said coldly.
"Ge 300 million, Hua unintentionally, Qing Yiyang, Han Xuanfeng, dream of moving to the city, they all come?" Wan zunhou's eyes narrowed slightly. He knew that these people were the strong ones in the central sky. Five against one?"If you want it, come and get it." In the right hand of the purple gold man, a purple thunder and lightning came down from the void. You can clearly see that there is a purple holy lotus in the thunder and lightning. It has eight lotus leaves, but the color is different.
"Hoo The purple holy lotus suddenly changed into a purple gold sword and fell into its hands. There was a storm of sword Qi all around.
"What a strong sword spirit!" Wan Zun Hou said in a deep voice.
"Ladies and gentlemen, there is no need for five for a nobody. The next one is enough." The old man in qingpao smiles faintly. He is the wizard of fairies. Elder Huang Feng dreams of moving to the city. His status is not low. The other four are silent for a while. They obviously acquiesce. They are here. He can't take the sword lotus and run away.
"Oh Purple gold man faint smile, eyes are full of disdain color.
"Dream into reincarnation!"
The dream of moving to the city is full of explosion and drink, and the strength of the central sky is no doubt revealed. The power of the world is surging, and the power of the sun and the moon is even more powerful. Endless God chains shuttle through the void, just like a real world collapsing down.
"HuaQuan embroidered legs! It's not good to see, it's not good to use! " Zijin man shakes his head slightly and waves his hand. A Zijin sword breaks through the void and comes to Mengqian city in a twinkling of an eye.
"Oh, you can't guess the power of central heaven!" Dream moved to the city a cold smile, didn't put the sword in the heart, straight toward the purple gold man.
However, the strange thing is that the Zijin man didn't make a second sword at all, holding a long sword and standing quietly in the void.
"What's the matter? Why doesn't he move? Isn't he scared?"
A group of friars looked at the purple gold man in surprise. He was so arrogant before, but he just waved a sword and didn't move?
"Poof!"
A blood sword shot down the void. When Meng Qiancheng was a hundred feet away from the Zijin man, the void burst out, and the world it displayed suddenly broke away. Looking carefully, Meng Qiancheng's face turned pale and his body shriveled. Then he turned into ashes and disappeared into the void.
"Hiss!"
Everyone took a cold breath and killed the central tianqiang with just one sword? How can this be possible? The Zijin man is just a man of great perfection in Xuantian. Doesn't it mean that the realm of Longyuan is totally different from each other?
However, the man in front of him broke this conclusion. With only one sword, he directly killed the dream of moving to the city.
"Sword lotus in flourishing age, the way of wanyang, can live or die, can flourish or decline!" Marquis Wan Zun took a deep breath.
The four people who besieged the Zijin man were shocked. They knew the strength of Mengqian city. No one on the scene dared to say that they would win him. However, they were killed by a Xuantian monk!
"You, who are you?" Hua Wuxin, a middle-aged man in a blue robe, said in a trembling voice. He was also a ten person Wizard of fairies. He watched the dream move to the dead city in front of his eyes, but he did not dare to revenge.
"Why do you still want to keep a grudge?" Zijin man faintly smile, like a god reincarnation, "also, to hell, I don't know who killed you, but also some wronged, remember, Laozi Chu Butian!"