Chapter 1509

A long lost sense of shame once again surged into Ouyang Jinwei's heart. The heavy pressure of that talent being crushed made Ouyang Jinwei's lips close, and the skinny figure of hatred came to his mind again.

Li Ling, who stood gracefully on one side, also seemed to see the young figure who was fearless when the holy mountain was tested, "he is Su Yi!" Li Ling firmly whispered in her heart.

At this time, a group of holy mountain guards rushed in behind him. Ouyang Jinwei gave an order and scolded, "catch those three people! Don't let any of them go!"

"Boy, you have seed! Go!" The strong man of the demon subdued sect glanced at Su Yi coldly.

"Boom!"

The two strong men of the demon subduing sect glanced at Ouyang Jinwei, and pulled out a trace of evil smile from the corners of their mouths. Their vitality suddenly grew under their feet, turned into a remnant in the air, and broke through the wall.

"Want to go!"

"Shua!"

Su Yi's feet were full of vitality. Just when the people of the holy mountain rushed up, the cloud shadow stepped on the frost step and used it, and an ice crystal was used faintly. Between the crystals flying and sprinkling, Su Yi disappeared in situ, not even a residual shadow left.

Only the holy mountain bodyguard standing in place, circling back and forth, Ouyang Jinwei and Li Ling stared at the same time.

"People! Why suddenly there is no one!" Ouyang Jinwei shouted, his whole body shining with gold, his slender white palm clenched with five fingers, and with a violent force, the whole hall ground was blasted out of a huge pit.

"What a strong body method speed!" Li Ling's heart was full of shock. Even Su Yi's strength in front of him had reached the point of rebellion. No one in her age was an opponent.

Ouyang Jinwei's face was gloomy. At this time, except for the holy mountain, the whole hall had already escaped because of fighting. Mengyao and little black robe in the black fog underground had also disappeared.

"The boy just now, senior Sister Li Ling, do you think who you look like?" Ouyang Jinwei turned her head, and her eyes were full of doubts.

On Li Lingming's matchless face, there was a slight undetectable fluctuation, and she said softly, "who is it like, junior sister, what's the matter?"

"Nothing, just feel like that bastard!"

Ouyang Jinwei said mercilessly that if it was Su Yi, Ouyang Jinwei would only be more dignified. The battle of Tianfeng ranking was imminent. Su Yi's strength was so great that he was afraid that it would be difficult to revenge himself and the Ouyang family in the future.

Li Ling was secretly shocked, looking thoughtfully at the place where Su Yi left, and said, "no wonder younger martial sister Liu values her so much. She is so young and talented that no one can match her on the holy mountain except those."

"Listen, everyone. Before dawn, block all intersections and passes. Take Baicao mountain as the center and cover a thousand miles. Find those three people for me! Remember not to disturb the college ceremony tomorrow!"

"Yes!"

It is a few hours away from dawn near Baicao mountain.

The night is like a chessboard with stars hanging. The stars change. In the distance, there are steep dark green mountains and waves.

Like a veil of hidden fog, the Milky way was covered, and countless starlights were projected, emitting a mottled ground.

Zhongzhou ferry, sparkling, crescent slanting.

The mountains and forests on the opposite bank are quiet, and the moon ripples like silver foil.

The boundless sea is enjoying the kiss of the moonlight. A woman and several short people in black robes are standing on the ferry, ready to leave, and their clothes are flying under the night wind.

The air flow and mist rose gracefully. A woman's shoulders were cut, her waist was about plain, her neck was lengthened, and her white quality was turned into cream. It was Mengyao who had changed her makeup.

"Miss, it's time to go back!"

The little black robe just now, at this time, has pulled off the robe cover, and said respectfully to Meng Yao.

Mengyao's vermilion lips are ruddy and thin, delicate and dripping like a blooming fire lotus, ethereal and light temperament like butterflies flying, and fairies coming to the world. There is no just a trace of charm.

"What are you going to do?" Meng Yao's light eyelashes were slightly curved, and her white flawless skin seemed to overflow light, smiling and saying.

"If you don't go back, the Lord will worry about you!"

The little black robe bent his body deeper, and his small body almost stuck on the ground.

Meng Yao was full of light spirit and said, "hum! That old guy will worry about me! I'm afraid he will only love his little one!"

"Young lady, you can't say that! The LORD loves you very much!"

The little black robe hurriedly said, and the short guards behind him were prostrate on the ground, afraid to answer Meng Yao's words.

"That was before! You are all afraid of him! Isn't it a smelly old man who is greedy for beauty!" Meng Yao's face suddenly added a touch of ruddy because of excitement.

Seeing that Xiao heipao and others dared not say anything more, Meng Yao gently tooted her mouth, and her delicate Qiong nose snorted.

"If you worship him so much, go back and don't follow me!"

"Miss, where is this? We are born to be miss, and death is Miss's ghost!" All the people behind the little black robe responded with sincerity in their eyes.

Hearing this, Meng Yao's eyes were full of spring, and she said with satisfaction, "well, you all have to remember that you are not the old man's people! After such a scene on the holy mountain, it's not easy to find that thing. You all hide it first, and I'll find it myself!"

"Eldest lady, the LORD said to take good care of you!" The little black robe looked pale.

Meng Yao's mouth flashed a trace of disdain and said softly, "this continent is not worth my shot!"

"Whoosh!"

A piece of water light rippled, and the glittering and translucent drops fell all over the sky. Meng Yao's figure had long disappeared, only a faint shadow.

In the quiet night sky, the lights in Zhongzhou city in the distance are dotted.

In the twinkling of an eye, Mengyao, who has stood at the top of the city tower, is like the goddess of moonlight. The evening wind gently lifts her skirt, with a sense of lightness and holiness. Unlike the spirit of the holy king of the holy mountain, she has a very thick and deep aura at an age of less than 20.

"That boy is a little interesting! Can it be Su Yi?" Looking at the mountains in the distance, Mengyao's cherry lips were dotted with a faint smile.

"Finally, there are some interesting things in this continent", Meng Yao half squinted, recalling the heroic appearance of Su Yi who just saved herself and fought with the demon gate, and unconsciously laughed.

Once again, Meng Yao disappeared on the wall in the evening wind like a spirit.

Baicao mountain faces Zhongzhou city from afar.

On a mountain, a clear stream behind him poured down from the depths of flowers and trees, and the beautiful trees were verdant, revealing a sacred atmosphere.

The whole Zhongzhou city has a panoramic view. Two middle-aged men in different costumes from Zhongzhou are holding glass boxes in their hands and staring at the nine orifices Huanyang leaf in front of them. They are the two people of Fu demon sect who have just escaped.

The moon is as bright as practice, and the green dots in the glass box show some dazzling energy of heaven and earth.

Staring at the bright light, the thin old man couldn't put it down and watched, very excited.