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A few hours ago, Kun Peng came out of the void and went west along the way. He didn't know how many creatures he had swallowed up. Finally, he disappeared in the northern underworld.

This is a catastrophe.

What's terrible is that the white tigers, who live on the mountain of Laoshen, have also lost many people. Their clansmen are already rare, and there are only forty or fifty people left.

The holy mountain is hundreds of Zhang high, towering and majestic. It looks like a sharp sword and cuts through the sky. From a distance, it is full of great momentum.

There are ancient cities, small towns and innumerable villages within a hundred li of Shenshan.

Among them, there is an ancient city called Youlan city. This is a residence in the center of the old god mountain. It is only tens of miles away from the holy mountain. The ancient city is very prosperous, with people coming and going, and the traffic is busy.

When Kunpeng appeared, it was in the west of Shenshan mountain, so Youlan city was lucky to escape a disaster.

In December, the sky was covered with white snowflakes, and the whole beigulu island was almost dyed white. The same was true of Youlan City, including the mountain of Laoshen, which was directly connected to the sky.

In fact, the immortal mountain is just like the demon mountain. The difference is that it is a forbidden area. Few people enter here, and few people know that the legendary white tigers are hidden on this sacred mountain.

"It's terrible. Kunpeng swallowed up the whole ancient city."

"Did you hear the roar coming out from the mountain of Laoshen? Is the legend true?"

"Damn it, the snow is endless. The way up the mountain has been blocked. There is no way to catch wild animals!" People talk, complain, shake their heads, toss and turn a few words, and from time to time looking at the white snow, heart bursts of uneasiness.

The whole beigulu island is being robbed. Among the top ten demon emperors, some are badly damaged, some are missing, and some choose to retreat.

People can't imagine what they should do if such fierce criminals as Kunpeng appear again? Who can come out to protect them? What about the strong one of demon mountain? What about the ancient life in that temple?

In front of a noodle shop in Youlan City, the street is covered with thick snow, and people passing by have left deep footprints.

Not long ago, a woman in a thick cotton padded jacket stepped in here. She gasped and the air she breathed became a light mist. She said with a smile to the boss, "a bowl of noodles, I want two eggs."

The demon clan doesn't eat noodles, but the owner of the noodle shop is a Terran. Surprisingly, the woman who steps into this place is actually a demon clan.

At this time, some people in the noodle shop also noticed her and looked at her secretly.

The boss brought a bowl of noodles. When he leaned down, he whispered, "three days."

Women a meal, open curved eyelashes, dark eyes filled with quiet, there is an ordinary people can not detect sadness.

Three days?

Tianshu's support needs three days, but in these three days, will the emperor take action?

Pen!

At this time, outside the door came a violent vibration, a man in his thirties came here carrying a coffin, the coffin fell to the ground, the snow hustle and bustle.

Behind the man was a woman.

Two people stepped into here, the man said boldly: "boss, three bowls of noodles, big bowl."

The boss was a middle-aged man in his forties. His clothes were ordinary and his temperament was ordinary. But his eyes were very bright. He looked at the visitor and swept the coffin. His name flashed out in his mind: "add eggs?"

The man said, "plus."

The woman complained: "I don't want that bowl, just add some more scallion."

Wearing a cotton padded jacket, Zhou Yuanfang hangs his head and eats noodles quietly.

They found a place very close to Zhou Yuanfang. They said a few more words and stopped talking.

About ten minutes later, Zhou Yuanfang was about to get up and leave. At this time, the man said, "this girl, meeting is fate. I don't know what to call it?"

Zhou Yuanfang frowned.

The man said with a smile: "in the next Zheng Zimu, this is Ning Xiaoqian."

In fact, Zheng Zimu is more famous than the black swordsman in recent years, because his coffin is so conspicuous that wherever he goes, it will become a hot topic.

Zhou Yuanfang said in a low voice, "my name is Zhou Yuanfang. If there is nothing wrong, I will go."

Zheng Zimu closed his smile: "I have seen you, but you may not have met me." On Penglai Xianshan, he once saw Zhou Yuanfang and Li Yi walking together.

So what?

Zhou Yuanfang stares at him.

Zheng Zimu said again: "when I came just now, I saw a man there. He was wearing red armor. He should be waiting for someone."

Smell speech, Zhou Yuanfang a Lin, and quietly sat down.

Zheng Zimu said: "speaking of it, we still have a chance to be friends. By the way, do you have a spirit stone? Can I borrow some? "

Outside the blue city, on the snowy path, there is a man in red armor. He has been standing here for half an hour. The passers-by dodged one after another. Although they don't know this man, they feel the murderous spirit on him.Originally, he could enter the city. If there was no accident, he should sit in the noodle shop and eat noodles now.

But now, he's standing here, motionless, obviously there's an accident.

Looking from this direction, through the gate of the ancient city, there is also a man in the street with people coming and going. His face is calm and his eyes are clear. He has been standing here for half an hour.

Different from the emperor, his breath is peaceful, as if integrated into such a heaven and earth.

For a long time, the emperor said, "are you not bothered?"

Qin Meng sighed: "mission! I don't want to. " He is also very depressed, if it is not a mission, the ghost will come here.

The emperor's tone was cold: "you are really his mother's annoyance." He said this to Lin Yifan, Huaiyang ion, Qin Meng, and Li Yi. People in this vein are annoying, like ghosts. No matter where he goes, he will follow them.

Qin Meng was speechless: "you go back to sleep! I'll go back to bed, too. It's good for everyone

Emperor Si sneers: "let me guess, your lovely little younger martial brother also came?"

Qin Meng smile: "you guess."

Sure enough.

The emperor's face sank and said angrily, "it's OK to come here. You can go to hell and get together this time."

Qin Meng shrugged: "it's not a day or two for you to attack the black swordsman. Before he was so weak, you couldn't kill him. Now do you think you still have a chance?"

From Daliang Mountain to the land of Shenzhou, the last battle was in Daming Lake. The black swordsman grew up step by step. The arc was too big.

The emperor was indifferent.

Qin Meng then said: "give you a suggestion, pack up your bags and go home to sleep! Don't do things day by day. I'm tired too