I heard that Xiandao No.1 was dumped

Nan Ming's expression was flat, and the tear mole under his right eye seemed to have a different style, and he was quite satisfied with Granny Meng's understanding of current affairs.

Po Meng, the guardian of the Naihe Bridge, seems a little unfathomable?

Jun Ge, the king of the underworld, once told him that the only person he couldn't see through the whole underworld was Po Meng, the bridge guard of Naihe Bridge.

Nan Ming looked at the Huangquan Road, which hadn't changed even in the past thousand years, with a complicated expression. Do you want to revisit the old place?But the memories of him and Shen Guhong here are not so good.

Nan Ming gently stroked the hilt of the sword at his waist that he hadn't worn for many years with his fingers, and a sneer appeared on his lips.

Huangquan Road is a trial secret realm opened every 500 years.It's not the ghosts crying, wolves howling, dead mountains and seas of blood as imagined by the world. On the contrary, he is not only not scary, but also spring and bright, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and trees are evergreen.But in such a picturesque scenery, the bones of countless cultivators are buried.

Although Nan Ming said he was a romantic in his early years, he was still ruthless towards beauties, and he did a lot of tricky things in those years, otherwise he wouldn't be able to live now.

Beauty is not scary, but the scary thing is that beauty is as poisonous as a snake and scorpion. One second she smiled at you like a flower, but the next second she can kill you and seize treasure.Huangquan Road is not scary, but what is scary is that it will suppress the cultivation of outsiders to the golden core stage, and there are no cultivators in this Huangquan Road, and its local residents are some vicious monsters.

Don't underestimate these monsters, he was so young and frivolous back then, but he was in a rare embarrassment on this Huangquan Road.In addition to these troublesome monsters, there are also those cultivators who are also undergoing trials that have caused him trouble. People's hearts are the most unpredictable, so he was stared at by many forces because of various adventures when he just entered Huangquan Road. on

He was indeed too crazy back then, and he didn't know how to restrain himself. In the words of the demon emperor Bai Ziqi: Who told you that you were a little Nascent Soul stage, and you didn't know how to cover up your tracks. Still beautiful, but also crazy lawless (this is the point), don't miss who you miss.

As a result, cultivators who were jealous of luck, wealth, and talent, purely coveted beauty, or saw him as arrogant and displeasing to the eye, gathered together and launched a crushing pursuit of Nanming.

What?The luck is still so good, the treasures of heaven and earth that we couldn't find even if we tried to die, you pick them up like Chinese cabbage, the uncle can bear it, but the aunt can't bear it.kill! ! !

So Nanming became the sweet pastry on Huangquan Road that time, but what was very dramatic was that none of them succeeded in killing and seizing the treasure.

In a midsummer more than 1000 years ago, I don’t know how many times Huangquan Road was opened. Huangquan Road is a trial road opened every 500 years. However, every time it is opened, there will still be many cultivators flocking to it. But cultivation is a long and boring process that is boring and life-threatening.

Huangquan Road - the road of trials that can only be successfully walked out of the pile of bones, as the saying goes, one will succeed and ten thousand bones will dry up.

At that time, Nan Ming, who was only 17 years old, was a rising star in the magic way with a strange name, a weird temper, and a mysterious identity. The evaluation of him by the cultivation world was only four words-unfathomable.

You must know that he was only 17 years old at that time, no matter how amazing and talented he was, he would not be evaluated as inscrutable, and this comment added a bit of mystery to him.

Huangquan Road, no matter who you are, a nobleman or a descendant of a great sect, as long as you are in Huangquan Road, no matter what your identity or position is, can Nan Ming maintain his identity like he is outside? Mysterious?

In the depths of a dense forest on Huangquan Road, a little girl with a sweet voice was bouncing around picking wild flowers. She called out to someone over and over again, singing like a light tune: "Little Langjun~ Xiaolangjun~ Come out quickly!" Now! Luer is going to find you~"

The voice is sweet and moving at first, but when you hear a little girl calling to the same person with the same tone over and over again, you will only feel creepy.

A tall and graceful woman, dressed in a moon white wide-sleeved long dress, holding an ice sword, with an ethereal air, she looks like a fairy.

She frowned slightly, looking at the little girl who was bouncing around and screaming non-stop.After a long time, she finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Wen Xiyue, can you really find him, a puppet?"

The man leaning against the tree at the side had a sullen face but had a different kind of romantic charm. He only raised his eyebrows and said, "Naturally."

The woman calmed down a bit, but she still had some uneasy doubts and said: "Wen Xiyue, are you sure that you, a puppet, can restrain him? You must know that there are so many people chasing and killing him, but no one has succeeded yet. you……"

"Fairy Zibi!" The man named Wen Xiyue's tone was a little heavier, but he was still not angry. He smiled: "It's true that I love the fragrance and cherish the jade, and I don't mind the beauty being rude to me, but it's too much." It’s not good. After all, this seat is also a Demon Lord, but Fairy Zibi, you are just an elder of the Haoran Sect, aren’t you?”

Zi Bi shuddered slightly, her face was slightly worried, but in the end she was still aware of current affairs, she knew that she was far from this man's opponent, even though they were both suppressed to the golden core stage now.

Zibi snorted coldly, Fairy Zibi, who had always looked down on Moxiu, had to lower her proud head, and respectfully addressed the man: "Xihua Mozun."

Wen Xiyue nodded, and continued to follow the puppet doll unhurriedly. Zibi's left and right were just his partners in the immortal way.

"I found it." Wen Xiyue's tone was filled with joy, and he followed the puppet doll around hundreds of miles to an ancient tree, but there was nothing there.

Zibi looked annoyed at the old tree and the innocent little girl beside the tree, it was trying to fool her.

The smile in Wen Xiyue's eyes was even stronger, and she praised the puppet doll: "This Lu'er is really amazing."

Luer smiled sweetly, and continued to sing: "Little Langjun~Little Langjun~ Come out quickly! Luer found you~ If you don't come out again, Luer will be angry~"

"I don't know. I'm just an unknown person, what qualifications do I have to show up in person." Arrogant words came from the ancient tree casually.

The wind of the sword gently rolls the leaves all over the sky, and the rays of light in the sword take people's souls.

However, an ordinary fallen leaf can still draw a long gash on the puppet doll's face when she retreats and dodges abruptly.

Lu'er touched the cheek that was gushing out a lot of blood, pouted her pink lips, held the blood-stained fingertips in her mouth, drooped her eyelids, and scolded: "Little man~ I scratched Lu'er's face, Luer is not happy~”

A red light flashed from the evil pupils, and the petite and lovely puppet unsuspectingly attacked the empty space.

The puppet doll, Luer, overcomes the formation.

Even though the phantom formation was broken and Nan Ming appeared, he still didn't feel flustered. He sneered, and the gorgeous long sword in his hand was full of light, which actually blocked Zi Bi's killing blow following Lu'er, and the backhand struck again. Then, taking the dagger in Luer's hand, he circulated his spirit energy to shake Luer away dozens of steps.

Such a gorgeous and eye-catching glow does not complement the boy's femininity at all, it only gives people a flamboyant and gorgeous noble elegance.

Zi Bixiu frowned: "Ignorant kid, what a big tone!"

As soon as she loosened her right hand, the ice sword was switched to her left hand very quickly. The sharp weapon cut through the air, and the air became solidified due to the coldness of the ice sword.

"Oh! Where's the old witch, she's overestimated." Nan Ming kept blocking Zi Bi's sword with sword moves in his hand, with a faint smile on his mouth.

Calling a woman, or a beautiful woman, an old hag, is a very poisonous tongue.

The fallen leaves all over the sky are flying in the air, but each has their own mysteries. Nanming's sword moves are wide open and closed, and the spiritual power in his body is circulating. At some point, he has already formed a trapping formation, and the fallen leaves all over the sky surrounded Zibi.

Zi Bi was shocked when she was able to form such a sword array at such a young age. Although she was in the same suppressed Golden Core state, she was originally a cultivator of transforming spirits, but now she was used by a young boy with a sword. The array was trapped.

"Lord Cherishing Flowers, I've been watching a good show for too long." Zi Bi sneered angrily.

"You are the right way, I am the devil way, why does the fairy want a demon cultivator from me to save you, a person of the right way?" Wen Xiyue spoke softly, as if she was talking to her lover.

"You...!" Zi Bi glared fiercely through the formation. She didn't expect Wen Xiyue to turn her face and deny anyone in such a way. The spiritual treasure of sex was forced out of the formation.

The trap was broken, and Nanming stood under an ancient tree, wearing a red robe, flamboyant and flamboyant.

He has been hiding in Tibet these days, and his body has a strong smell of blood. It has long been difficult to distinguish whether it is the original color of the clothes, or the red stained by blood.At this time, the corner of his mouth is bleeding, he is in a panic, but you don't think he is in a panic.

With a smile on the corner of Nan Ming's mouth, he took Zi Bi's ice sword in his hand unhurriedly.

But he thought to himself: Why is this woman so difficult to deal with?

Nanming narrowly dodged Zibi's another attack, if it was just this woman, he would not be afraid, but beside him there was a Huaxiu demon Venerable Wen Xiyue who was watching covetously.

Layers upon layers of fallen leaves danced with the wind, but the seemingly ethereal fallen leaves carried endless murderous intent.

Those leaves all over the sky fluttered and fell one by one, flying back and forth in this square inch of land, seemingly inadvertently stroked, but there were deep scratches on the thick soil, which is the so-called murderous step by step.

Fairy Zibi had a solemn expression, and she didn't dare to underestimate these fallen leaves and the glow of the sky when the opponent's long sword was being swung.

Wen Xiyue, who was watching from the side, already knew that Nan Ming was at the end of his battles, and the pursuit for several days had already made his fingers tremble, his internal breath was disordered, and his spiritual power was almost exhausted.

Such a cold, arrogant and willful person is actually like the most rebellious lone wolf.Even in such a disadvantaged position, he can still take it easy.

Could it be that he still has a back hand.

However, such beautiful and delicate eyebrows and eyes, such a perverse and wanton temperament.With a beautiful skin and an interesting soul, he will definitely become the most beautiful puppet doll in his hands!

Want it very much?

Wen Xiyue lightly licked the corners of her lips, her hands were almost imperceptibly circulating spiritual power, he just had to take advantage of it...but everything was shattered because the accomplice he found was Zi Bi, the elder of the Haoran Sect.

"The No.13 elder of the Haoran Sect—Zibi." A clear and majestic voice came from afar, "Colluded with the Demonic Dao to frame 21 members of the same sect, seventeen died and four were injured, Zibi, you can plead guilty."

The tone of the master of the voice is unhurried, but just enough to knock on the tip of a person's heart.

When Nan Ming raised his head, what he just saw was a handsome man in white clothes and a jade crown against the mottled tree shadows. people violated.

The visitor had a cold and handsome face, and coldly spit out cruel words: "According to the second article of the door regulations No. 70 and the sixth article of 350, the crime - should be punished."

Who would have thought that such cold and majestic words would be uttered by a person who looked like a banished immortal from the nine heavens.

A streamer of light swayed towards him with silver light, and with only one sword, he was as light as a frightened bird, carrying the majestic immortal energy of thunder, killing him with one blow.

Fairy Zibi, who was all-powerful for a while, was pierced by a sword in her throat like this, so simple and neat, her face was permanently frozen with panic and fear.

This sword is no longer like an ordinary sword; this person should not be a person in the world.

Nan Ming narrowed his eyes slightly, what is the origin of this person.