Chapter 2474

As expected, Ximen Qingcang's injury has been completely restored.

He stood in front of him, stronger than he was at the peak.

However, night Hong heart is not worried at all.

On the other side, watching the night Hong almost turned into pure black eyes, Ximen Qingcang suddenly felt a sudden heart shaking.

As if the whole body of the secret, are night Hong that pair of eyes insight to clean.

And this kind of insight, as an ancient Taoist, he is more clear than anyone!

"It's impossible!"

"How can you enter the ancient road and law state?" the pupil of Ximen Qingcang enlarges and roars

He stared at his eyes in a hurry and set his black smoke in front of him. For the first time, he wanted to see through the details of the night.

And in the eyes of the world, I see the white light representing the breath flying from the eyes of Ximen Qingcang.

Eyes are slightly heavy, the Taoist breath condenses into a big knife, directly cutting the breath back.

"Well!"

The west gate Qingcang covers his eyes and can not help but make a sound of a dull hum.

But his mouth, however, is constantly whispering: "this is impossible, this is impossible..." br >

he was in a poor life, calculated as much as possible, and had a long plan to use the magic road to enter the ancient Taoism.

But the night Hong even 18 years old is not arrived, but also stepped into the same realm!

This feeling is like a goddess that I can not easily pursue, but with a three-year-old little boy ran!

Envy, resentment, unwilling... Thousands of emotions like poison insects, in the west gate Qingcang heart between the bite.

"It's impossible!"

Ximen Qingcang was roaring at the sky, and the black smoke blew up on him.

"Boom" -

it is like a bomb, and a black gas wave blooms at his feet.

The fourth floor was like being knocked by a hammer and hit hard.

In the thick black smoke, the west gate Qingcang's face has been towards the night Hong is close.

Like a skyhawk flying in the smoke, it is swift and sharp.

Those seemingly light floating black smoke, but like suddenly open a pair of eagle wings, hard towards the night fan.

"The devil and blood devil seed Dao · the shadow wing of the blood devil!"

The black smoke, which covers the sky, seems to be a huge wave, and it is necessary to swallow the night.

But surrounded by the night Hong, but not slow to extend their fingers.

A clear breath, like water waves, twined around his fingertips.

Then, these breath in the night honghand into the shape of the brush.

The west gate in the fast Mercedes Benz suddenly shrunk.

Not only because of the transparent breath that he can not see, but also because of the shape of the brush!

"Flying white pen..." br >

the voice was heard in the heart of Qingcang in Ximen.

Yes, the brush made by night hongcong is the shape of the brush in the hand of the elder ancestor of the Shangguan family, Shangguan Wan'er!

He and the superior officer Wan'er had a misunderstanding, had a comparative test, had a dispute.

But at the end of the day, the superior Wan'er sacrificed himself in order to save him.

"Ximen Qingcang, I will always remember your despicability, and also the kindness of the senior officials and forefathers.

Thank you for giving me a chance to celebrate the senior officials and forefathers. "

Night Hong looked at the brush in his hand with a memory. His eyes were like a knife. He raised the brush and waved it forward.

A arc flashed through, and suddenly a light came out between the heaven and the earth.

Like a thunderbolt, and like the earth and earth are split by a giant axe.

"Human law, earth, heaven, heaven and law..." the mysterious ancient sounds are scattered in the mouth of night Hongkou.

Between the heaven and the earth, the word Yin Jia began to emerge.

On a certain day, the Shangguan Wan'er wanted to step into the ancient law realm by force, and finally fell short of his life because of the incomplete heaven.

Only regret left a "poor I have a life, win the sky without children.".

Now, night Hong will finish her unfinished wish.

Also will use her Yan Jia pen, kill and use her culprit - Ximen Qingcang!

The vast ancient sound flies out of the mouth of the night.

Like thunder, shake the space around!

"Man, earth, heaven, heaven and earth, heaven and earth, and heaven and earth are the way..." br >

Tao is natural! "

"Day, month, star, Chen, flower, bird, insect, fish..." br >

countless Yan Jia characters, such as the vast starry sky, have held down the shadow wings of blood demon of Ximen Optimus and illuminated the extremely scary face after the black smoke. The great form has no shape. Great sound is hard to hear. If Guangde is not enough, if Jiande is stolen, the quality will be so great; the generous will be no more; the big weapon will not be able to be free; the big voice will not be heard; the elephant will be invisible!

Tao Yin... Nameless! "

Four months later, night Hong finally read the incomplete text for the official Wan'er!

The way of light is like darkness, the way forward is like retreat, the flat road looks like rugged, the lofty virtue looks like a CanyonThe true way of no lack is always in a hidden state and not visible to the naked eye.

It is invisible, silent and indescribable.

This is the way, hidden unknown!

It is also the way of nature pursued by Shangguan Wan'er in his poor life!

Now, you Yehong has fulfilled her long cherished wish and restored the way of no lack!

Transparent brush, like a clean dirty weapon, sweeping the smoke.

"Ah --"

in a sharp scream, Ximen Qingcang's body was cut in two by the brush.

Five poison, suddenly exposed to the air.

Yehong knows that taking advantage of your illness to kill you, the brush is in the air for five times, killing the five poison points in the void.

The black smoke on the fourth floor suddenly dispersed.

At this time, the people who watched with astonishment were looking at the center of the venue in horror -

Ximen Qingcang's body was divided into two parts, but still not dead.

On the head of upper body, full of resentment of the eye son, dead stare Night Hong.

"You are absolutely not an ancient Taoist

"Tell me, what kind of state is this?"

"Tell me

Hysterical voice, actually with a cry cavity.

Yehong walks slowly to Ximen Qingcang, overlooking this peerless careerist who straddles the chaos era, the Holocaust era and the present era.

Light way: "you can't see through my realm, that's because you have never understood what is the ancient Dharma Realm and what is the no lack of Tao."

"Nonsense! I am a real old Taoist

Ximen Qingcang roared.

Night Hong shakes his head, also did not plan to waste words with this kind of person.

As a matter of fact, Yehong is indeed an ancient Dharma Realm.

However, his ancient Taoism and Dharma Realm does not simply contain the two major breath of Dao Yi and tactics.

After Nanzhou absorbed the crystal of the hexagonal prism, Ye Hong's body of Tao and meaning, tactics, divine illumination, totem, alienation... All the breath began to merge.

After fusion, the hexagonal crystal also became the black crystal.

What runs inside the crystal is a kind of breath that Yehong has never heard of or seen before.

This is the breath of his night.

It's also the breath of brush that just coagulates at the fingertips.

The unique breath of yehongguan is the night God Daofa!