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The fire wall shield was fired instantly, protecting Wei Wuyou firmly, the silent flames devoured the true energy of the blue sea, and the brazen and fearless aura made Yunxuan slightly stunned, not knowing her strength, and her pretty face was furious , will make another move,

"Senior Sister, don't make mistakes because of this person," Feng Sujiu persuaded.

The white mist of Wanjian Tomb surged away and became thinner, and the green light that was counterbalancing it dimmed correspondingly, and the scene in Wanjian Tomb could be faintly seen.

Yun Xuan withdrew his hand and looked inside, it turned out that the Wanjian Tomb was a deep pit with a width of more than ten feet. Thousands of broken swords were inserted in it, intertwined and intertwined, pointing directly to the sky, and a steady stream of black air was surging With a sense of savage desolation and heaviness, he was constantly forced back by the surrounding green lights.

There are tens of thousands of swords, and the shadows of the swords are flying around. Each one looks extraordinary, extremely rare, and the sword is fierce.

Listening quietly, you can hear the rustling sound in the wind, as if someone is whispering.

"Wind, fire, thunder and lightning, listen to my orders, Yu!", Jiang Hanyue said a formula in her mouth, put her fingers together, and pointed to a sword. A mouthful of blood came.

Unexpectedly, Wanjianzhong was so dangerous, Wei Wuyou didn't dare to be careless, seeing that the green light was thin, she cautiously probed for a trace of divine sense, and a manic and violent aura immediately swept over.

It is the unwillingness and anger of countless fallen divine weapons and immortal weapons!Tens of thousands of years of hostility accumulated!

Wei Wuyou was distracted, if Jiang Hanyue hadn't learned from the past, she would almost have suffered the same backlash.

Swept by the violent hostility, it is difficult to maintain a clear mind, no wonder no one has been able to take the sword for hundreds of years.

Feng Sujiu next to him also suffered a dark loss, his consciousness was confused, and his expression was dull.

Yun Xuan took out the red gold prayer wheel from her sleeve, with the bell hanging down, she recited the mantra, and turned it lightly, every time she turned it, her face became paler.

Yunxuan's prayer wheel emits streaks of yellow light, hitting the seal continuously, shaking like water waves, while Wei Wuyou and others listen to her chanting formulas, like blessing the soul, and their spiritual consciousness regains consciousness.

In the Wanjian Tomb, a ray of green light soared into the sky, crashing into the seal continuously, and was about to burst out. Yun Xuan showed joy, and threw out a red silk of red light, wrapped around the ball of green light, and wrapped it around his wrist. Wrapped around twice, and pulled back.

Bimang suddenly dazzled, broke the seal, and soared into the sky. Yun Xuan was caught off guard and was pulled into Wanjian Tomb.

Wei Wuyou was the closest to her, he grabbed her feet subconsciously, poured his true energy into his legs, stepped into the ground, and pulled her back through gritted teeth.

Yun Xuan held the red silk in his hand, and struck out a spell with his left hand. Bimang's momentum dropped suddenly, and he was entangled tightly by the red silk, unable to move. , lost his balance and fell towards Wanjianzhong.

"Junior Sister Yunxuan!", "Senior Sister!" Jiang Hanyue and Feng Sujiu shouted in panic, rushing towards them.

Wei Wuyou stepped on the ground with one foot, she twisted her waist and turned sideways, Jia Feng's eagle claws appeared in her left hand, swung the soft rope, and made a gesture to wrap around the tree trunk, but Yun Xuan twitched her foot violently, pulling her body even more inclined, to the ten thousand Jianzhong fell.

She didn't care about Yun Xuan, let go of her right hand, and threw out the eagle claws, but saw Yun Xuan turned over in the air, Feiyan stepped on her horse, stepped on her back, took advantage of the force, and fell back to the ground lightly, while Wei Wuyou The figure suddenly fell.

The Eagle-Binding Claw's momentum dropped sharply, and it fell to the ground, dragging a trace on the ground, pulling it into the Tomb of Thousand Swords, sealing the Qingmang, quickly swallowing it, and falling into Wei Wuyou who fell into the tomb.

Yun Xuan's pretty face was as pale as snow, holding the back of Hong Ling's hand, her veins were bulging, Feng Sujiu called her twice but didn't respond.

"She, she, she fell into Ten Thousand Swords, Tomb!", Yun Xuan burst into tears, holding Jiang Hanyue's sleeve helplessly, crying sadly, "Senior Brother Hanyue, the situation is critical, Yunxuan is unintentional",

The beauty was weeping, weak and pitiful, Jiang Hanyue's heart softened, and she sighed softly, "The matter has come to this point, it's useless to pursue it", "That's right, she was meddling in her own business and fell down", Feng Sujiu interjected.

Yunxuan's eyes were red and flashing, she muttered to herself, "Yes, she fell by herself", she repeated several times, got up and said to the two, "It was she who stumbled and fell into the Wanjian Tomb , It has nothing to do with us, otherwise we will all be punished!" Feng Sujiu is Yun Xuan's little follower, and he is definitely on her side.

Jiang Hanyue was interested in Yun Xuan and was partial to him, so she nodded in agreement.

Wan Jianzhong suddenly let out a mournful roar, it was Wei Wuyou's voice!

Full of pain, anger, unwillingness, and despair, one scream after another, endless!

Yun Xuan covered her ears, her eyelashes trembled slightly, tears rolled down, she stomped her feet, the ankle that was scratched by Wei Wuyou felt a dull pain.

The screaming at the top of her voice was unbearable for Yun Xuan, she crushed the token and walked out of the illusion.

"Uncle Chiyang, Wei Wuyou has fallen into the Tomb of Thousand Swords", Yun Xuan panicked and said, "What?!! This is useless!", Chi Yangzi scolded angrily, and immediately released his consciousness.

"Master, this disciple is lucky enough to get this spiritual weapon." Yun Xuan knelt down in front of Fairy Qingxu, holding a blue spiritual weapon that was about a foot long in both hands. The blade was curved like a peacock's beak, and a ruby ​​was embedded like a peacock's. Eyes, engraved with three words, "Peacock Order".

Fairy Qingxu didn't make a sound, her eyes stayed on Yunxuan's face, she lowered her head uncomfortably, "Nephew Yunxuan, this trip is worthwhile, it really is a gift from heaven", Master Danyang said with a smile.

"This is the property of Master Yuanxiang. Thousands of years ago, his disciples fell in the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords." Master Xuanming said to Yun Xuan. Yun Xuan's face was slightly cold, and he avoided his sight. "Thank you two masters." Master Xuan Ming turned his face away, and stopped making any further noises.

After a while, some disciples walked out of the illusion, with complicated and embarrassing expressions.

The continuous wailing sound from Wanjian Tomb made me panic, not to mention the ferocious aura in the tomb. When the hostility backfired, he became obsessed.

"The disciples of the Chiyang Sect fell into the Tomb of Thousand Swords, please break the seal and save the people!" Chi Yangzi withdrew his consciousness, his face was solemn, the Master Chunyang stroked his beard, and fell silent.

"Brother Chiyang, if the seal is broken, there will be endless troubles! What's more, she is only a disciple of the foundation period of Dan Linggen", Danyang Daoist persuaded, "No matter how ineffective she is, she is also my apprentice! How can she die without saving her!", Chi Yang The son opened his mouth and cursed, furious.

"Junior Sister Qingxu, what do you think?" Master Chunyang turned his head and asked, "Wanjian Tomb is very fierce. Once it enters the tomb, it is difficult to survive. Besides, it is rumored that Wanjian Tomb is sealed with ancient magic soldiers. Sword; once the seal is broken and the demon soldiers are born, it will bring catastrophe to the common people in the world!" Fairy Qingxu said slowly.

Master Chunyang nodded, and said earnestly, "Chiyangzi, can't you see through it?" Chiyangzi burst into anger, and shouted in grief, "Okay! Okay! Just pretend that Chiyang Peak doesn't have this worrying thing! ".

The terrified and painful roar lasted for three days and three nights, piercing the lungs, from sharp at first to hoarse, and it didn't stop until the seventh day, leaving the death-like silence of Wanjian Tomb.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but their hearts were heavy again.

"Junior brother..." Mo Feng, Mo Lei and the others looked sad, Chi Yangzi held his hands behind his back, looked at the illusion of water and moon, and said in a heavy voice, "It's good to go, so I won't be hurt by thousands of swords!" .

Yun Xuan's figure swayed, her face was pale, her elbow was lightly supported, she turned her head, and smiled gratefully at Jiang Hanyue.

"Report to the sect master, the counting is complete, except for one disciple missing from Chiyang Peak, the rest of the disciples have all left the illusion!" Master Chunyang looked at Chiyangzi with a serious face, his face sinking like water, and said, "Seal the illusion!" .

He, Xuan Ming, and Dan Kong stood in the air, forming a formation. Fairy Qingxu and Chi Yangzi leaped into the air, and the first Wufeng shot at the same time, sealing the illusion of the water moon.

Just as the illusion of water and moon was gradually disappearing, a hoarse roar came from the Wanjian Tomb, and the sword energy shot up into the sky like a ray of light,

A black shadow sprang out from the Wanjian Tomb, and the black air in the tomb became thinner.

The black shadow jumped out of the illusion of water and moon, covered in thick black mist, surging, his figure was like electricity, and he arrived in front of everyone in the blink of an eye.

The black mist is like a thick armor, tightly wrapped, and there is a thin figure in it, with its head hanging down, and its body bowed slightly, "Is it Wuyou?", Mo Feng carefully identified it.

Countless sword qi spread out from her back, like the black wings of a solid long sword, more than two feet long.

The black mist gradually dissipated, revealing a pale face with closed eyes.

"Wuyou!", "Master, it's Wuyou!", Mo Feng and Mo Lei shouted in surprise, black wings protruded from her shoulder bones, her back was slightly bowed, her head was bowed, and her expression was painful.

Yun Xuan firmly grasped Feng Sujiu's arm, only to see the eyelashes on the pale face trembling slightly, and the eyes that opened suddenly were as red as blood, and the person whose eyes converged was Yun Xuan.

"Shoudie!", a hoarse voice, until the last half of the word "death" turned into a hissing sound, Wei Wuyou spread his wings, and his sword was piercing, as if turning into the sharpest sword, as powerful as a broken bamboo.

The speed was astonishingly fast, and there was no time to react. Seeing Wei Wuyou approaching, Yun Xuan threw out the peacock token, and the black wings behind Wei Wuyou easily blocked the peacock token.

Yunxuan's face was pale, and she took a step back. Fairy Qingxu, who was closest to her, flapped her sleeves and slapped out with a palm, carrying the cultivation base of the Nascent Soul Stage, with a strong aura.

In the blood-red eyes, there were reflections of eyes as cold as water, Wei Wuyou's momentum stagnated, and a gleam of clarity flashed in his eyes.

She lowered her head, her black wings trembled, and she retracted. Fairy Qingxu's palm was approaching and slapped on her left shoulder. Suddenly, there was the sound of bones breaking.

Wei Wuyou spewed out a mouthful of blood mist, and the black wings on his back were drawn into his body. The thick black demonic energy, as if sucked into a whirlpool, suddenly turned into light smoke and disappeared completely. His blood-red eyes returned to clear pupils without blinking. Blinking at Fairy Qingxu, she fell down from mid-air.

She fell into a soft embrace, her breath was slightly cool, brushing her face.

This is the first time she has seen Fairy Xu up close, like a qiongzhiyushu, growing in the green mountains and green waters, elegant and unconventional, she slowly closed her eyes, and a poem suddenly appeared in her mind, "The mountain is like a lotus flower" Brilliant, flowing like bright moonlight."

The author has something to say: Your life is about to die, but you are still shining like moonlight, and the stepmother sighed with her hands on her hips.

Worriless: Stepmother, you abused me again, so don't pretend to be kind

If I don't abuse you, can I fall into the arms of my uncle? Can I grow a pair of chicken wings?The stepmother is trying to find a way to add two chicken legs to you, and you are still squeaking;

Worriless: Come on, come and try Wanjian Piercing Heart

No appointment, no appointment, thank you.

Thank you for the landmine that wants to go to heaven, I can consider sending you to the sky, hoohoho, thank you for Nana's landmine.