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Ye Cheng looked at the Cloud Star Pavilion people who were at a loss at this time, but still could not bear to leave them behind. He and Muyan lived in this Yunxing Pavilion since childhood. Even though the Yunxing pavilion has declined, he doesn't want to give up like this. He has a good talent, and with a broken sacred weapon to defend himself, he can continue to support this force.

Other people in Yunxing Pavilion, at this time, pay more attention to Hong Ling. If he can take over Yunxing Pavilion, it may not be a bad thing for Yunxing Pavilion. However, Ye Cheng knew that Hongling would not do so.

This young man seems to be very keen on leaving the dead sea. Ye Cheng got to know something about him after getting along with Hong Ling these days. The matchless son of the great Chu Empire naturally did not look up to this somewhat dilapidated Yunxing Pavilion. Hongling doesn't mean Ye Cheng doesn't like it. Although he and Mu Yan's strength, in this dark sea of death has been enough to protect themselves, but still hope to have a home.

He and Mu Yan were born in the four seas of the nether world, born and grown up in Si. Although they yearn for the outside world, they will not risk leaving. Have concerned about Ye Cheng, is reluctant to take Mu Yan to risk. If Hong Ling is asked to take lianchengyue or Su Yu to risk, I'm afraid he will not agree.

"You and Muyan will wait for me in the Yunxing Pavilion first. I will return to the xuexiao shelter and pick up the blood rose first. I hope that by then, you will have convinced the spirit of the sacred vessel in Muyan's body and give me the second picture! " Hongling slowly stepped into the void, and said without looking back.

He has fulfilled his promise to Yecheng and hopes Yecheng can keep his promise. Otherwise, he doesn't mind finding out the remnant picture in person. If a broken spirit doesn't open his eyes, he doesn't mind destroying it.

The speed of young people returning to xuexiao shelter is more than 100 times faster than when they came here. At this time, Hongling still maintained the power of the Holy Land and promoted the speed to the extreme. He must quickly get people into the Cloud Star Pavilion, and then go to do what he wants to do. It is urgent to leave the dead sea. Because in the dark, Hong Ling found that he could no longer grasp the direction of the future.

When he had devoured the star of life over thirty-three days, he could vaguely feel the growth and decline of his own Qi. However, since he came to the capital of the great Chu emperor and became a matchless son, he found that his luck was cut off by something.

This is a very unusual thing. He has the emperor's tool Yan Huang mirror to protect his body. According to reason, unless the other party has the ability to break through the Yan Huang emperor mirror, how can he easily influence him? But between heaven and earth, the master who has the ability to break through the emperor's tools can only be the strong one in the imperial realm. How can such a friar care about his little alchemy monk?

Hong Ling didn't understand, but he didn't have a clearer idea. Perhaps only out of the dead sea, will there be a turning point. Close to the xuexiao shelter, Hong Ling takes off her mask and recovers her youthful appearance in white again. He took out the token of xuexiao shelter and went in. However, he soon frowned, because he did not find the blood rose public figure.

The young man's face suddenly became gloomy. He had already told Xia Yan that during his going out, all the blood rose people would stay in the blood cloud shelter. However, why did they not find people in their houses? The blood soul beads he gave Xia Yan and his party were enough for them to live in the xuexiao shelter for a long time.

When the idea moved, the power of the Yan Huang emperor mirror instantly magnified Hongling's divine consciousness. He gradually shrouded the whole xuexiao shelter with this vast divine consciousness, searching for everything here.

"Well? It's under the ground Hong Ling frowned, and he felt the breath of the people. However, the breath of Xia Yan and Xia Rong was almost exhausted to the extreme, and she was obviously hurt. What's more, blood rose and his party were all secretly detained.

Boom, Hong Ling broke out in a flash of unspeakable terror momentum. The stronghold of the Holy Land and the cultivation of the strong will directly crush the blood rose people's original residence. Hum, the sad God sword splits in front of him, releases the terrible sword meaning. These sword ideas, constantly gathering the blood mist in the dead sea, condensed into a powerful sword storm.

"Who dares to run wild in my xuexiao shelter?" A dull sound reverberates in the xuexiao shelter, towards Hongling's ears.

However, Hong Ling Si ignored these, he walked slowly in the blood cloud shelter. Sad sword is like a group of swimming fish, around his body. With the movement of the youth's body, a set of dark red cape armor, slowly covering his body. The tyrant gun appeared in his hand and breathed out a terrible force.

In a flash, several figures rushed out of a palace in the center of xuexiao shelter and flew towards Hongling. They were some masters of practicing virtual and harmonious Taoism. At this time, they were ordered to stop the young people's pace.

"Sir, the expedition is forbidden in xuexiao shelter. Please don't mistake yourself!" The speaker was a young monk, who looked no more than thirty years old. However, in his hand, he held a long sword made by Hongling for Xia Yan."Tell me, why are the blood rose people imprisoned! My blood rose, come to the blood cloud shelter to seek refuge. Why do you imprison them and take away their magic tools? " Hong Ling looked at the monks in the sky coldly, her eyes were full of cold color.

These friars, who are practicing the combination of emptiness and Taoism, are afraid that they are just the strongmen in the Holy Land in the xuexiao shelter who have found out to put pressure on themselves. If it wasn't for feeling the breath of Hongling at this time and stepping into the holy land, I was afraid that he would have been driven out of the shelter, or directly hurt the killer.

"Sir, at this time, it is related to the strongmen of the holy land of our xuexiao shelter. You'd better not pay attention to them. Your friends, who have offended the strongmen of my blood cloud sanctuary, have now been sent to prison. They are now pleading guilty. Don't get involved in it. They are condemned by the strongmen of the holy land of our blood cloud shelter! " Someone started to remind him, but there was a strong threat in his tone.

"Do you mean that I have no right to know how my friends have offended the strongmen of the holy land of xuexiao sanctuary?" Hong Ling's face was cold, and a fierce sense of killing rose from the sky. "I'll give you ten minutes to let my men go and return the things I've taken. Otherwise, there is no need to open the xuexiao shelter! "

"Well, you have such a big voice. Is it true that some of the strongmen in the holy land of xuexiao shelter can't be decorated? " Some people don't deviate from Hongling's tone and start to sarcasm.

However, as soon as he said this, Hong Ling slapped him in the face. Boom, a ten Zhang sized palm print, in an instant, towards the monk who practiced the early stage of the combination of the virtual and the Taoist. Bang, several bloody teeth fly out. The monk vomited blood and threw it into a stone house built of coral reef. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

"Hum, when is it your turn for you, a little friar, to cut in Hong Ling didn't look at the rest of the monks who looked frightened at this time. Instead, she waved.

Hum, the God of sorrow suddenly burst out the towering sword spirit, and the body continued to soar. Soon, ten huge swords with a length of 100 Zhang stood between heaven and earth. When Hong Ling pressed her backhand to the ground, the ten swords suddenly fell to the ground. And where they fall is the underground prison where blood rose and his party are imprisoned.

The mighty sword spirit permeates between the heaven and the earth, and turns everything blocked along the way into powder. Under the guidance of Hongling's divine consciousness, although this sword storm did not hurt any one, it drove the people of xuexiao shelter away from the area where blood rose was imprisoned. There is no doubt that Hongling must give priority to ensuring the safety of Xueqiang people if they fight with the strongmen of the holy land of xuexiao shelter today.

Otherwise, even if he finally defeated the strongmen of the holy land, it would be in vain. Once these people threaten him with the safety of the people, he can only stand by, which he does not want to see. Blood rose a number of friars, followed him to the depths of the dead sea, is out of his trust. Many of their companions died during this period, but they still believed in themselves. Naturally, Hong Ling can't let them down. This is his bottom line.

He wants to protect these people, for the sake of those who have died, and for his heart of martial arts. If there is anyone who dares to do something to hurt them, then Hongling with him will never die. A dragon has scales against it. If it touches it, it will be angry. His counter scale is the people around him, no matter who, can not hurt them. Otherwise, it's a deep hatred of your death.

Seeing that ten swords were about to fall, a huge air burst into the palace in the center of xuexiao shelter. This Qi machine comes from the strongmen of the Holy Land in the xuexiao shelter. In Hongling's perception, this power is even stronger than gongsunyu, a strong man in the third heist.

"Can't help it at last!" Hung Ling coldly watched the air machine lock the ten sad swords, and his mind moved. Boom, a burning dark gold flame, from the sword's internal combustion. That huge air engine, in an instant by the flame burning out ten channels.

The ten swords were inserted into the ground, reflecting each other, forming a strong protective barrier. Around it, there is an overwhelming sense of sword, which separates it into a vacuum zone of absolute safety. With the power of Yan Huang Emperor's mirror, after the sword array was completely consolidated, Hong Ling raised her eyes and looked at several figures rising from the palace. The strongmen of the holy land from xuexiao shelter are no longer content with peace and are ready to fight.

Hongling was armed with a tyrant gun and wore a dark red cloak and armor. With the blessing of the youth's true Qi, this set of Tianjie magic weapons made of Kun steel and tianero demon mine releases an incomparable aura of terror. Nine turn Xuangong, with the help of Ba Shen Jue and Dou Zhan Shen Jue, pushed the strength of the youth to an unattainable peak.

Hong Ling did not choose to wear the mask. For him, the role of the mask was already dispensable. What he needs to do is how to deal with the four strongholds at this time. Because, in his perception, each of these four sacred places is not weaker than Gongsun Yu.

"Sir, if you are willing to leave your armor, your spear and your sword, we can let you go. What's more, we can let your people go with you. What do you think? " A strongman of Holy Land slowly opened his mouth and said in a somewhat arrogant tone."Let bygones be bygones? What a good one to let bygones be bygones! I'd like to ask, my blood rose people, what's the matter with you, so that you, the powerful people of holy land, do not even want to face them, and even attack them! " Hong Ling sneered, the gun revolved in his hand, and pointed at the four saints.

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