Chapter 211

"Puyi..."

The sword pierces the body, and the blood spreads all over the sand. The voice was extremely weak, but no one could not hear it at this time. On the contrary, I heard it clearly and went to the bottom of my heart.

All the disciples were dull, and everyone looked at the sand wall which was slowly retreating with an unbelievable look. In the sand wall, you can see Qiongxiao and Bixiao. Their sharp swords are inserted in the throat of Lingbao master and Daoxing Tianzun.

The blood flowed along their swords, along their own bodies, and even gradually dyed on the earth, sending out a few wisps of blood.

The old Taoist God and master Lingbao are losing their vitality. Their struggling eyes exude fear, desire and strong reluctance.

But no matter how much they are unwilling... The world that belongs to the fairy way no longer has their names.

"Cheap maid!"

"Cheap maid!"

"Cheap maid!"

On weekdays, guangchengzi, who is mild in character, suddenly jumps to Qiongxiao and Bixiao. His face turned red, his eyes were a bit crazy, and his two big hands were pinching daojue crazily.

Trapped in the sand, the Fantian seal soared away, then turned into a punch with the power of lightning, and ran to Qiongxiao and Bixiao.

If the seal becomes bigger, it will be the size of a mountain range. It will be as heavy as Mount Tai? At this time, it's only the size of a fist. The speed is so fast, but the weight doesn't get lighter at all. But all condense on one point, trying to hit Bixiao and Qiongxiao to death!

Lingbao died, so did Daoxing. In the blink of an eye, two of the twelve golden immortals died. If he can't kill the enemy with his hand, he will be responsible. Not to mention the feelings between the brothers, no one can bear the anger of Yuanshi Tianzun.

"Younger martial brothers, if you don't take revenge, when will you wait?"

With a roar, guangchengzi seems to wake up the immortal from his unbelievable dullness. No one is a fool, naturally understand what to do at this time.

Yueguan Taoist bear the brunt, Yunzi Cihang Taoist follow, red sperm, Taiyi real person, Manjusri, Puxian, afraid to leave grandson, Huanglong real person also flustered between all their skills, crazy toward Bixiao and Qiongxiao two people.

However, although the light Taoist's face was extremely gloomy, he didn't move at all. He's just staring at the clouds.

He has experienced too many storms in the flood and famine. He really met a lot of people of all kinds. He had a natural premonition of danger. In front of him, this seemingly weak interceptor gives him a sense of threat, which is not inferior to many old-fashioned talents. Even when I was burning the lamp, I felt that this person might be better than myself.

He shivered at the thought of lighting the lamp. Now he was not thinking about revenge for Lingbao, nor the anger of Yuanshi Tianzun. It's about what the little girl has in front of her and what she's going to do

Seeing the attack of all the people coming to Bixiao and Qiongxiao in the next breath. With their small bodies, the next move would be hard. If they attacked Qi, they would fall down immediately.

Yueguan Taoist is also vigilant, and a dark light has been rising at his feet. Nine grade Xuan water black lotus is ready to come out, if the thing is a little wrong, he also wants to run away immediately. Facing the sky, he has no confidence. After all, the reputation of Jiuqu Yellow River array has been heard for too long.

"The Jiuqu Yellow River is regarded as a Sancai, and all the gods are affected. There is a hidden wind and thunder in Sansan Bay. It is said that the true cultivator of langyuan is the one who has the holy birth. In this case, the general teacher will pay attention to changing bones, and the five Qi and three flowers will do their best

Just at this critical moment, I saw Yunxiao swing his arms, two broad sleeves dancing in the wind, feeling very happy. She rose and looked down.

TANKOU moved slightly, and the sky was filled with the sound of clouds. It sounds like a gentle and wonderful voice, but it contains infinite opportunities to kill.

Before the poem was finished, Bixiao and Qiongxiao, who were attacked by the public, were completely lost.

"Boom... Boom... Boom..."

When the attack came to a certain point, there was a huge noise all over the sky, and the smoke and dust rose up. All of a sudden, they felt that a real Qi was pouring up from their chest and abdomen. If they were not all intact before, they would have spurted out a mouthful of old blood immediately.

Just as the public had just reacted, the lamp burning Taoist and yueguan had already stood together. Great changes have taken place in this world.

The sky was clear and cloudless. At this time, the sky is already gray, covered with endless clouds, permeated with the color of gray yellow.

"The Yellow River array..."

Listening to the light mouth whispered, the moon is busy, a look do not know what to ask: "light teacher, what do you mean?"

The lamp glanced at him and solemnly repeated: "the Yellow River formation, the world here is no longer a wasteland. This cloud sky can make no preparation at all, and lay such a big array without leaving any trace. This... "

There was a tremor in his voice, even more unbelievable.

You should know that it is no longer possible for the level of Daluo Jinxian to be able to arrange the array at will without relying on any arrangement. He has wasted so many years burning the lamp in the golden immortal realm of Daluo. How can a second generation of entry-level disciple in jiejiao District break through the quasi saint? Even touching the edge is absolutely intolerable.

"This... I thought that I had overestimated elder martial sister Yunxiao enough, but I didn't want to belittle her. She has touched the edge... "

The sound of yueguan is also a little unbelievable. This time, it's not a fake. Originally, I thought that Yunxiao was just the peak of Daluo Jinxian. Among the three religions, no one could break through the quasi Saint except Kong Xuan. Unexpectedly, Yunxiao's qualification has reached such a high level.

"Boom..."

Just as they were talking, there were deafening thunders from the grey clouds above nine days. And then there was a little bit of sand in the air. In a twinkling, the sand flies in the wind, from the slightest trace to the visible sand floating, intending to completely fascinate people's eyes.

The movement on the earth is no less than that on the sky. Originally, sishuiguan was in the mountains, but now no mountain peak could be seen. It's just a vast desert, rolling sand dunes, and a river tens of feet wide

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