Chapter 1177

Song Daiying's words made everyone silent, but also felt a burst of heartache.

In the hearts of the hell soldiers, yuluosha is their sister-in-law, and this position is unshakable. However, when the boss had an accident, Qian Yilan's performance deeply touched their hearts.

With a vengeful heart, all people enter this ancient site.

However, just after touching the ancient battlefield, Qian Yilan encountered an accident and was trapped in the Jedi, and there was no news.

Until now, only three days before the disappearance of this ancient battlefield, Qian Yilan still did not appear, and everyone had no hope.

"After three days, we will go south, at all costs, we will stir up man Tianjiao, and the dogs will be restless." Song Daiying takes a deep breath. She has hatred in her heart. She dares to love and hate. When Luo Feng has an accident, Qian Yilan collapses. However, she has to play a strong role and take care of Qian Yilan all the way. The pain in her heart is no less than anyone else.

"The girl in the Miao village in Dunan will never give up once she chooses her beloved." Song Daiying recited countless times, and the flame of revenge was burning endlessly.

In the ancient battlefield, song Daiying had a chance to inherit the ancient Zhu you Shu, which was closely related to the Miao area.

Everyone has an opportunity.

Leopard shadow and blood demon, after entering the ancient battlefield, have been following Yan's return side, feeling the sword meaning. Yan returns without reservation, and wants to pass on the unique knowledge of this life to them.

However, what makes Yan return is extremely envious. In the image of ancient battlefield, the spirit of blood demon pulled out an ancient sword, which contains the inheritance of yujianshu. Although the real "yujianshu" can not become a sword immortal like the myth and legend, and the sword can fly across the sky, it is not surprising that the imperial sword is beheaded hundreds of meters away.

Leopard shadow has been passed down by an ancient sword technique. According to the preliminary judgment of Yan's return, this ancient sword technique is no less powerful than Tianjie sword technique.

Of course, the two apprentices had their own opportunities, and Yan's return came from his inner joy.

"This is a group of abnormal level of Tianjiao." Yan returned to see several people began to practice, can not help but sigh.

In a flash, three days passed.

Six people get together, look at each other, look complex, heart heavy sigh.

Ancient battlefields are disappearing.

But Qian Yi Lan, still did not appear.

There was a long silence.

Yan came back and took a deep breath, "let's go! The ancient battlefield is about to disappear, and so will this piece of ancient ruins. "

The six people left, and soon withdrew from this ancient battlefield, which was about to disappear. All the images were drifting away with the wind.

The breath of desolation fills the world.

The open battlefield, the mountains and the ground, as if in the interpretation of a great disillusionment.

This piece of ancient battlefield's final decisive battle, the image suddenly airborne.

Nearly a hundred strong and powerful warriors are besieging one.

If you can't see everyone's face clearly, you can be besieged by that person's strength. Even if you are separated from a distant era, you can feel it deeply.

Surrounded by a hundred enemies, it is still powerful, but evil spirit is terrible, as if releasing the soul, using blood as the medium to launch a terrorist attack.

At the bottom of the decisive battle, there was a figure sitting cross legged. The wind was disorderly and the disordered hair was flying, which covered the face of the world. Occasionally, the eyes flashed, and there was a bloody light, which was extremely terrible.

"Shura is not a God, because he has no good works of God. However, he is also a God, because he has the power to kill God. " There was a voice that kept circling in her mind and repeatedly asked, "I am not a God, not a ghost, not a human. I am a thousand hand Shura. Would you like to sacrifice your soul and practice the art of Shura?"

"I will."

The sound reverberated in the ancient battlefield, the blood was blazing, red and dazzling.

Stand up and shake the ground.

In ancient times, the existence of Shura Shenshu was too adverse to the heaven and was regarded as evil cultivation. Therefore, the ancient Shura was attacked by groups.

This scene, which finally appeared on the ancient battlefield, restored the horror of that time, Shura.

However, even the ancient thousand handed Shura would not have thought that, in the vicissitudes of life, the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten. The Shura has long ceased to exist, only in folklore.

Today, there is a woman who has accepted the only Shura inheritance.

Women, it is the disappearing thousand Yi Lan.

Body quietly floating in this vast space, the air seems to have become extremely turbid, this piece of space, fragmented, about to collapse.

The only nun.

Suddenly, Qian Yi Lan opened his eyes, the original smart and clear eyes, at the moment, more than a little evil charm, there is a bloody light, passing by.

All of a sudden, the wind and cloud changed color, and the arms swung gently. All of a sudden, the strength and illusions overlapped. It was like a thousand hands on one's back, unable to distinguish the true from the false.

Boom!!!!

One second before the ancient battlefield completely collapsed and disappeared, Qian Yi Lan's figure disappeared and left like a ghost.Otherwise, it will completely disappear in the world with this ancient battlefield.

It's late at night outside.

The winter in Guangdong Province is extremely wet and cold, with drizzle floating in the sky. There is a pavilion on the hillside where six people have not left yet.

"This meeting, the ancient battlefield, should disappear completely." Song Daiying murmured, her eyes from time to time in the direction of the mountain, tightly pursed her red lips.

Until now, they still have the last glimmer of hope.

"Someone's coming!" All of a sudden, all six of them stood up at the same time and looked in the direction of the top of the mountain.

Someone is coming down the mountain!

At this time, who will be?

Wind blowing, a long head of dancing hair, moonlight reflects the peerless face.

"Lan Lan!" Song Daiying's eyes were wide open and she was excited to shout. She flew up.

Qian Yi Lan's figure stops, and her eyes seem to be confused. She looks at Song Daiying. After a while, she slowly returns to her senses and smiles.

"That's great. If you're OK!" The rest of the people also rushed up. Although they all felt that the breath of qianyilan was a little different, they entered the ancient battlefield and accepted some inheritance, and the probability was great. Everyone thought that it was right.

"Let's go to the town at the foot of the mountain and find a hotel to stay in." Yan came back and said in a deep voice, "there are still four days before the judge can really step into the shackles. After four days, we will set out together and go south to Dali to search for the nest of man Tianjiao."

As soon as the words fall, the red light of Qian Yi Lan's eyes is flourishing, as if there is an evil god coming.

This scene, Yan returned to see in the eyes, a little frightened, qianyilan, in the end, accepted what inheritance?

A group of seven people came down this famous mountain.

At the foot of the famous mountain, there are even soldiers who set up temporary tents and stationed here in the hope of gaining great opportunities.

Tonight, many people can be aware of the difference between famous mountains and stay up all night. When seven people appeared on the path down the mountain, they immediately fell into the sight of many people.