The villain loses his memory every day [Transmigration Book]

On the eve of the war, the two sides demanded an exchange of hostages.

Bai Yunkuo and Xueyan should have been imprisoned in the Demon Refining Hall, and Qinglong himself should have been held hostage by Yunding Zhiding.But Xuanwu didn't care whether Qinglong was dead or alive. He admired Bai Yunkuo's personality, and after discussing with Baihu, he let Bai Yunkuo go. As for what happened afterwards, that's unknown.

Now that Baihu is also arrested, Xuanwu's actions are restricted. For example, if he releases Bai Yunkuo privately, can Baihu, who was taken as a hostage by Yunding Dingding, return to Zhao?

With concerns, Xuanwu did not dare to act rashly.

And Fengli was not idle. After years of research, she broke through the weakness of the symbiosis technique and found a way to remove it.She was sure to release Bai Yunkuo and the others, but as an acting venerable, the battle between immortals and demons was imminent, and the entire Fenxue Palace was extremely busy, with so many eyes staring at her, she simply couldn't make a move.

After much discussion and discussion, the method of exchanging hostages on the battlefield was finally adopted, which could protect Fengli's undercover identity, so it was decided.

With the River of No Return as the boundary, monks from hundreds of schools of immortality gathered together.

Headed by the top of Yunding, all the famous sects of the immortal sect participated, and they came out in full force. Looking around, there are monks all over the mountains and plains, flying in the sky and running underground, densely packed, even more lively than the Immortal Dao Conference.

Tianming Sword Sect, Tingyin Pavilion, Jingguang Temple, Qingxin Nunnery, Yinjiabao Luojiazhuang, those who should have come, and those who should not have come.For example, Ke Zizhen from Jiansi that day, logically speaking, matters in the realm of comprehension have nothing to do with their mortal world, but Ke Zi is really a martial idiot, knowing that he can fight against masters here, so he came here uninvited.

Shu Ye mixed in the bustling crowd, and sighed alone: ​​"Farewell to Yaoshan, see you in the past ten years, and I don't know if Shuangyue Lord is well."

Xueyan has been with him for many years, and she is closer to Shu Ye than these strangers: "Brother Shu, don't worry, they are definitely fine."

If it was before, Duanmu Ling, who was a savage princess, would have been yelling at this and that; now she is silent, her arrogance is gone, and she just follows Duanmuyan in a well-behaved manner, quietly like a rabbit.

Facts have proved that these nine years have ruined the reputation of the entire Tianming Sword Sect. The former unruly disciples were sprayed with blood by the mouth of the world. The plague chicken drenched in the torrential rain had its head shrunk, and it was hard to lift up its spirits.

In gatherings like this, it is inevitable to be poked at the spine and pointed at. Duanmu Ling took a good face and endured it for a while, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, and hid back in the tent and dared not come out.

Three days later, the time agreed upon by both parties arrived.

Even though Duanmu Ling didn't want to show his face and shame, he couldn't help but squeezed into the crowd, covered his face with a huge hood, and secretly looked across the river of no return.

Demon cultivators gathered and spread all over the mountains and forests without knowing it. They, headed by the Burning Blood Palace and supplemented by other sects in the demon world, participated in the battle between immortals and demons that was rarely seen in a thousand years. , The cultivators from the comprehension world gather together, and everything is happening.

Before leaving the customs, Xue Qiansi specially washed and dressed up. He wore a jade crown on his head, and his three thousand black hair was casually draped behind his back, fluttering with the howling wind.He sat on the black throne inlaid with a golden dragon, stroking the golden dragon with his slender fingers like onion roots, hooked his lips, and smiled sweetly: "Old man, long time no see!"

The so-called old man Ming Yuexiao stood by the River of No Return, with a solemn and solemn navy blue Taoist robe, his eyes as cold as frost, he waved back, and immediately two disciples brought the white tiger and the blue dragon up.

Xue Qiansi hooked her fingers coquettishly, Xuanwu led Bai Yunkuo and Hua Yuji out of the crowd, nodded to Xue Qiansi, and then looked at Baihu involuntarily.

Xue Qiansi said: "Master Ming, your precious disciple's deity hasn't even moved a hair, you don't know the deity's children, can you bother to entertain them?"

Ming Yuexiao only said four words with a cold face: "Return the original."

Xue Qiansi's gaze turned cold for a while: "In order to avoid the well-established head of the city from doing things to them, I think it's better to inspect the goods first?"

Ming Yuexiao didn't object, he gave Lu Yizhi a look, Lu Yizhi understood it, flew across the River of No Return, and faced a dazzling array of demon cultivators, even though he knew that the two armies were fighting, he still couldn't help feeling guilty. fear.

Hua Yuji was wearing a burgundy and frosty white brocade jacket with cross-neck collar, a black-gold headband to tie her hair, a faint smile overflowed her lips, her demonic aura was restrained, and her whole person's temperament was somewhere between dark charm and arrogance. Between wanton and frivolous.

He looked at the sky with dark clouds as if there was no one else around, his eyes moved down, and lightly fell on Xue Qiansi's body: "It's really embarrassing to eat and drink for nothing in the Burning Blood Palace for nine years."

Xue Qiansi smiled but said, "You're welcome, if you think the food in Fenxue Palace suits your taste, welcome to come again."

Lu Yizhi shivered, and looked at Bai Yunkuo again. He was dressed in a white brocade robe that was better than Xue Qinghua, and he was spotless. His brows were slightly tight, and his bottomless eyes concealed the turbulent waves. It's so beautiful, it seems very preoccupied.

Lu Yizhi was terrified, and subconsciously thought that Bai Yunkuo was being plotted by someone, so he checked Bai Yunkuo first with the "soul search charm".

Xue Qiansi glanced at Xuanwu beside him, and said with a sneer, "Look at you in a hurry? Go."

The moment the words fell, Xuanwu flew to the other side impatiently, ran to Baihu in a hurry, checked him inside and out three times, and only then did he think of Qinglong.

In the end, the envoys from both sides raised their hands and said, "There is no hidden curse."

Ming Yuexiao's heavy complexion eased a little: "It's rare for the Blood Palace Master's subordinates to be so clean."

The two sides changed people, Hua Yuji and Bai Yunkuo boarded the boat one after another, and Lu Yizhi released his true energy to drive the boat forward by itself.

Hua Yuji glanced at Xue Qiansi who was drifting away from the corner of his eye, and leaned on Bai Yunkuo's shoulder without shape or money: "Moxiu was redeemed by the immortal way, I am really in the glory of Brother Bai!"

Bai Yunkuo didn't reply, but looked at him deeply without blinking.

Hua Yuji's whole body was covered with hairs: "Is there something on my face?"

Bai Yunkuo withdrew his gaze, looked at the group of immortal monks ahead, and said in a low voice: "If the two sides fight, which side will you stand on?"

Hua Yuji did not answer his question, but instead asked: "You have been in a trance for the past two days, do you have something on your mind?"

Before Bai Yunkuo could reply, suddenly a cold arrow shot over, alarm bells rang in his heart, he grabbed the cold arrow with his backhand at the same time as he pulled one of the passers-by. It took the life of a demon cultivator on the other side of the river in just an instant!

The two sides were already eyeing each other covetously, and the war that had been brewing for many years only needed a fuse to explode.

Xue Qiansi gave an order, and the rudder master of Shifang led the crowd of demon cultivators to rush forward.

Immortal Dao was not to be outdone, and crossed the River of No Return one after another under Ming Yuexiao's command, facing difficulties with their swords in hand!

In an instant, the melee between immortals and demons erupted.

The monks stepped forward one after another, the magic circles were activated one after another, spells flew all over the sky, demons danced wildly, and beasts neighed.

The Tingyin Pavilion is divided into two factions, one for the main battle and one for the peace; right now it is divided into two groups, led by Xie Mingzhu, playing "Remaining Sounds Surrounding the Liang" wantonly, and the aggressive rhythm can kill all directions.The other wave was led by Shu Ye, who played "Shen Lai Zi Yun", which made those who heard it cry and gave up their hearts.

The abbot of Jingguang Temple, who does not go beyond the gate, has also arrived. He is called Shiyuan. He is wearing a cassock, his temples are white, a string of beads in his left hand, and a Zen stick in his right. The pavilion master praised: "It's really good, it's an eye-opener for me."

Cheng Tingyin was dressed in green clothes and a white jade crown. He was elegant and refined. He said with a pleasant smile, "The natural enemy of demon cultivators is Buddha cultivators. To defeat the Fenxue Palace in one fell swoop, we need to rely on Jingguang Temple."

The Buddhist cultivators of Jingguang Temple had already set up their formations, and the eight deacons recharged their batteries, and together with the four chiefs, they formed an Arhat formation, obeying the instructions of Wu Nian, and resisting the group of demon cultivators.

"I haven't seen you for many years, I've learned a lot." Xue Qiansi turned into a ball of magic light and swooped towards the Arhat formation——

The demonic energy swept across the remnant clouds in a destructive manner, and the strong wind rushed into the sky in a bucket shape, instantly stirring up those Buddhist cultivators. The golden core with a low cultivation level burst, and the inner mansion with a high cultivation level was in chaos, vomiting blood and falling to the ground. rise.

Ming Yuexiao held a saber and Qiu Si went up through the clouds, making several sword moves, a move that broke blood and thousands of silk.

Facing the murderous Ming Yuexiao behind him, Xue Qiansi was not in a hurry to deal with it. He was full of demonic energy, his five fingers on his right hand were wide open, and hundreds of blood lines scrambled to kill Shi Yuan, and then he released a magical mist , and instantly knocked down a group of monks fighting in the melee below.

Shi Yuan stood still, put his palms together, and said kindly: "Amitabha, the blood donor, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turn back and see the shore."

The golden light diffused and condensed into a golden bell in front of Shi Yuan. With a sound of "boom", the strong air pressure rolled away in all directions. The Buddhist cultivators in the Mahayana period showed great power, and no magic cultivator with a radius of a hundred miles was not affected by it. , I only felt the inner mansion churning, the true essence was flowing against the flow, and my eyes were black and white for a while.

Fortunately, Hua Yuji hid far away. His current status is rather embarrassing and special.Let's say it was Moxiu, but after Xiandao learned a series of truths, he no longer shouted at him like he did before. This time Ming Yuexiao advocated the exchange of hostages, and there was no voice of opposition from the various sects.

Therefore, this created a scene that made Hua Yuji dumbfounded.

None of the immortal cultivators attacked him, because for them, Hua Yuji was still Master Qingkong, and even a real demon cultivator couldn't kill him, so he really didn't have time to deal with him, who was both black and white, good and evil.

But the Demon Dao side is even simpler, they only use their breath to kill people, as long as they are not cultivating in the Ghost Dao, they will kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, and kill, so Hua Yuji, who is also a demon cultivator, was easily ignored.

Hua Yuji thinks that he is more suitable to be a referee because of the "immortal and devil can take both ways".

There is just one thing that Hua Yuji doesn't quite understand. A certain person is like a child who has not been weaned, following wherever he goes, screaming when he doesn't see him for a while.

No, as soon as Hua Yuji was dispersed by the crowd, Bai Yunkuo rushed up impatiently, grabbed his wrist, and shouted through gritted teeth: "Don't leave my line of sight!"

"Why?" Hua Yuji didn't understand, but Bai Yunkuo didn't have time to answer him.

After Qinglong swept away a group of immortal monks, he took a fancy to Bai Yunkuo. He regarded this kid as a thorn in his flesh, and he hated all highly talented monks.For him, this is the injustice of the heavens. Why can he achieve the achievement he guessed after a thousand years of hard work, while others can easily achieve it in just a hundred years.

"Go to hell!" Qinglong was extremely angry, and he was bound to kill Bai Yunkuo without giving up.

And Bai Yunkuo was besieged by the demon cultivator, Hua Yuji couldn't just watch, and occasionally waved to help, causing other demon cultivators to see him, and immediately regarded him as a "traitor to the ghost way" and killed him together!

The dark lock of Xue Qiansi caused countless monks to splatter blood on the spot. Fortunately, Ming Yuexiao kept dragging it, and with the assistance of Abbot Shi Yuan, he finally trapped the blood of Xue Qiansi in the Grand Slam of the Mahayana period.

Just when Ming Yuexiao was about to injure Xue Qiansi in one fell swoop, he was caught off guard by the sudden congealing of his true energy. He paused, and just a momentary mistake gave Xue Qiansi a chance to breathe. He threw out the dark lock , turned into tens of thousands of bloodlines, countless monks were divided into corpses, blood spattered all over the ground, Ming Yuexiao and Shi Yuan retreated in time, but they were still affected by the aftermath of Mingsuo.

Xue Qiansi choked out a mouthful of blood, and said with a sneer, "You two can take it?"

Shi Yuan was worried: "Master Ming."

Ming Yuexiao waved his hand, indicating that it was okay, he turned to Xue Qiansi: "You broke the spiritual vein of the Western Region?"

Xue Qiansi smiled and said: "That's right, the west is the master of Kunlun Yushan, and you are the first to bear the brunt of the top of the cloud, how do you feel?" As he spoke, he looked at Shi Yuan evilly, "The west is also about the Tathagata of Ultimate Bliss, enough for you Buddhist practitioners Eat a pot."

The white tiger and Xuanwu killed the Quartet, and the rudder master of the ten directions took advantage of the victory to pursue!

Ming Yuexiao was cautious and cautious, and he figured it out in the shortest time: "On the top of the cloud, is there someone for you?"

Xue Qiansi smiled brightly, her beautiful eyes looked down at the scuffle below, and fixed on the cultivator who seriously injured Bian Ye with his backhand: "Luo Heng, when the battle between immortals and demons is over, I will give you a credit."

"Master Bian!" Lu Yizhi turned pale with shock, and hurried over to protect Bian Ye, and released his true essence to heal his injuries.

Although Ming Yuexiao had guessed earlier, he was still surprised: "He is from Luojiazhuang, with blood and silk, your line is buried deep enough."

Xue Qiansi: "Thank you for the compliment."

As the master of Luo Heng, the elder Tanlang almost vomited blood from anger!

This kid is actually Xue Qiansi's inner ghost!

He hides deep enough. He usually acts domineering and conceited. From the first day he entered the top of the cloud, he looked down on this and that. He was rebellious, especially Hua Yuji.

Just imagine, how could such a high-profile person be a spy?Shouldn't the style of a spy be to act in a low-key manner, let others ignore you, and act in secret to lurk?To stand out is to be exposed.

But Luo Heng went the opposite way and deceived everyone!

Luojiazhuang was completely disgraced, and Luo Wei cursed angrily: "Big cousin, your grandma is a bear! You actually took refuge in Xueqiansi!"

Luo Yuan, who had almost no sense of existence, also scolded: "You don't deserve the surname Luo!"

The destruction of the regional spiritual veins would have no effect at ordinary times, but in this kind of melee where killings are everywhere, it is related to the issue of luck. How important is luck on the battlefield?Without the blessing of good luck, they could only retreat in successive defeats, with casualties.

Qinglong's method, rolling up the huge waves of the River of No Return, regardless of whether it is a monk of immortality or a monk of magic on the other side of the river, anyway, it will go over in one go - under the weak water, there will be eggs.

Bai Yunkuo flew straight up, waved his hand to form a hemispherical barrier, and the weak water poured down like a waterfall.

The monks who had almost died under the weak water felt palpitated, they looked at each other, and bowed to Bai Yunkuo to express their thanks.

At this moment, the wind turned against the direction of the wind, and the weak water splashed towards Qinglong in the opposite direction. Qinglong turned pale with fright, fortunately he was prepared to escape against the wind.

The situation is changing rapidly, how can Bai Yunkuo, who has been cut off from the spiritual vein of the region, have such luck?

Qinglong looked at Xue Qiansi, Xue Qiansi's heart was shocked, and subconsciously turned back to look at Fengli who had come so late, everything was self-evident in an instant.

Really... The smile overflowing from Xue Qiansi's lips was a little broken, but also a little relieved, he turned his head to look at Ming Yuexiao: "If you can install an undercover agent, the deity can't hide and work secretly?"

With murderous intent in Qinglong's eyes, he scolded, "You're an unfamiliar cousin."

Fengli came against the wind, waving the keel whip wantonly, chasing the real essence, killing more than [-] demon cultivators around in an instant.She walked up to Ming Yuexiao, took off her veil, and took off her black robe, revealing her pure white and unstained neon dress and plumage. She knelt down on one knee and said, "Fengli, the registered disciple of Elder Wu Qu, pays his respects to the master."

Elder Wu Qu, who was fighting in the distance, caught the gap, came running up and down, and said pantingly: "What registered disciple, I didn't dare to hold the apprenticeship ceremony in order to protect her identity. Now that the task is completed, Fengli is my hand in hand." Disciple!"

As he spoke, he kindly helped Fengli up: "My good boy, thanks to you cutting off the regional spirit veins of the Fenxue Palace in time, otherwise the Yunding Peak would have suffered heavy losses!"

In the distance, Bai Yunkuo, who found Hua Yuji in time and grabbed hold of him, happened to hear the movement over there, and he opened his eyes in disbelief: "She..."

Hua Yuji: "The hidden pile on the top of the cloud."

Bai Yunkuo nodded, quite surprised, and then there was nothing else.

The surprise, sympathy, excitement, excitement, joy, and even admiration that should have appeared are all gone.

Baihu broke out of the siege, maddened with anger: "I knew she had no good intentions! What kind of allegiance to Your Majesty, what allegiance to the Burning Blood Palace, what you say is nice, you are a sinister and despicable bastard! Your Majesty is also, obviously treating her Suspicious but indifferent, you deserve to be cheated, and you deserve to lose all your belongings!"

Xuanwu held the white tiger who was about to smoke, and motioned him to calm down.It's a pity that the white tiger is so angry that he can't calm down at all. He is surrounded by shrimp soldiers and crab generals, and he has no sense of accomplishment in killing them. There are also those bastards who listen to the sound pavilion, playing, playing and singing, disturbing people!

In the chaos, Bai Hu caught sight of Bai Yunkuo in the distance, and his eyes lit up on the spot: "He's over there, Xuanwu, hurry up and kill him with me!"

Xuanwu grabbed the white tiger and shook his head vigorously.

Baihu was furious: "Why are you dragging me?"

Xuan Wu, who was busy with the enemy, had no time to write, so he could only shake his head to express his inner resistance. Bai Hu was furious, and shouted: "Your Majesty wants to kill him, and I must kill him. If you don't want to, fine, then I will kill him." go alone!"

Bai Yunkuo, who was dealing with Qinglong, naturally had no time to take care of Baihu. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for Baihu. Holding a dagger in his hand, he stabbed at Bai Yunkuo's back!

It was too late to say it, but then it was too late, a red sword light came towards him, and the white tiger was caught off guard, and his head was almost cut off by the sword edge. Thanks to his always cautious, he took care of his head and buttocks, and dodged in time. When he turned his head, a mouthful of blood gushed out The upper throat is uncomfortable.

"Master Hua Yuji!" Bai Hu roared angrily, "Are you still a demon cultivator? Do you know which side you belong to?"

Hua Yuji held the scabbard in his left hand, retracted the Hongpin Sword with his right hand, and shrugged innocently: "I'm not on either side!"

Two disciples of Fenxue Palace tried to sneak up on them from behind, Hua Yuji swept his long sword and knocked those people a hundred feet away, including the helm master of Fenxue Palace.

He rubbed his heart and stood up, wiped the blood from his mouth angrily, and complained angrily: "As a demon cultivator, you actually help the immortal way!"

"What are you thinking about?" Hua Yuji's eyes were introverted, Hong Pinjian's murderous aura was like a sharp edge, "I'm helping Bai Yunkuo, what kind of way."

The rudder master is having difficulty breathing, Bai Yunkuo is the immortal way, the immortal monks will not hurt him, only the demonic way will hurt him, so Hua Yuji's attack on the demonic cultivator, after all, isn't it still towards the immortal way?

Qinglong retreated to the rear, and the rudder masters who had already prepared were on top, and the three rudder masters joined forces to form a large formation, locking all the three thousand monks including Bai Yunkuo inside.

"Excellent Magic Formation, you, Master Frost Moon, are the eyes of the formation. If you are capable, you can kill them all with a pair of three thousand!" The leader of the rudder smiled triumphantly, "Otherwise, you three thousand monks will single out him, Frost Moon! You can do it alone, hurry up, or you won't be able to live if your true energy is sucked dry!"

Duanmuling didn't expect that she would be affected by being so far away. She ran towards Bai Yunkuo and asked in a low voice: "What should I do?"

Shu Ye followed with the flute, and looked at the helmsman meaningfully: "To capture the thief, first capture the king."

Bai Yunkuo understood: "Thank you."

The sound of Shu Ye's flute made the three rudder masters burst into tears, and they almost committed suicide in fear of seeing through the world.Bai Yunkuo took advantage of this opportunity and forced his way in with his sword from inside.

The Absolute Magic Formation is called an evil formation, because the person who guards the eye of the formation is the person trapped in the formation. The only solution is to break the formation from the outside, and conflict from the inside is undoubtedly suicide.It's a pity that Hua Yuji was held back by the White Tiger Xuanwu and hundreds of demon cultivators, and he couldn't get through for the time being. However, there was a critical moment in the Jueyuan Magic Circle, and the three thousand monks who had just built the foundation could not hold on for a while.

Without reinforcements, Bai Yunkuo could only force his way through.

The only consolation is that no one in Burning Blood Palace knows his birth date, so the backlash of breaking the formation is greatly reduced.

Breaking through the formation with the Qingquan Sword Art, the mountains roared, Bai Yunkuo felt his soul agitated, and he didn't have time to check where there was any damage, because a thunderbolt suddenly exploded in the sky, causing Bai Yunkuo's inner mansion to turmoil, and the spiritual veins all over his body were tingling.

He subconsciously raised his head to look at the sky.

After ten consecutive days of fierce fighting, countless evil spirits and ghosts floated in the blue clouds. The flowing river of no return was already stained scarlet with blood. It became a barren land.

The wind howled, the thunderclouds rolled, and the sky and the earth were blood-red.Suddenly, a bolt of lightning split into the air, and the sky was like a broken mirror. With the lightning as the center, shocking cracks spread around, shaped like spider webs, overwhelming the sky!

Everyone was startled and terrified, only to see the monster purple lightning thundering down, and split into several pieces on the way, the person pointed by the lightning is Bai Yunkuo.

Hua Yuji turned pale in shock: "Heavenly Tribulation!?"

There is no way to avoid Bai Yunkuo, the only way to face the thunder disaster is to hold a sword!

Everyone exclaimed: "Mr. Shuangyue!"

Zidian swayed so that the sky was as bright as day, and with the sky as a mallet and the earth as a drum, he struck out angrily!

Bai Yunkuo Yufeng fell back to the ground, he gasped for breath, the strong wind tore his sleeve robe, and the indigo electric current visible to the naked eye was moving on his right arm.Without a chance to rest, the second thunder came as promised——

"Yunkuo!" Ming Yuexiao left aside the blood and silk, released Qiu Si, pierced through the air, and assisted Bai Yunkuo to reach the second thunder disaster.

Before he could catch his breath, the third, four, and five arrows rushed down together, and Hua Yuji flew away, catching up with Bai Yunkuo. The human and sword merged into one, pushing out all the true essence of the body, facing the three thunders, Frontal impact!

"Brother!" Bai Yunkuo wished his heart would be broken. When a red light rushed out from the clouds and fell back to the ground steadily, Bai Yunkuo's internal organs were still numb and he didn't dare to breathe.

Hua Yuji turned his head and gave him an extremely relaxed look, and said in relief, "It's a catastrophe during the Mahayana period, I am very experienced."

Bai Yunkuo breathed a sigh of relief and almost suffocated.

Looking at his face, Hua Yuji knew that she probably should be scolded, so she hurried over to act like a good boy: "I had nine hundred and ninety-nine catastrophes back then, but yours is at best ninety-nine, it's a piece of cake."

Bai Yunkuo wanted to push him away, but Hua Yuji suddenly became serious: "Be careful!"

The thunder tribulation that had been brewing for a long time broke out again, Hua Yuji and Bai Yunkuo rushed forward together, the thunder was rolling and deafening!The ground buzzed for thousands of miles, mountains collapsed, and rivers flowed backwards!The monks were blown away by the wind and waves, and no one could get close!

Elder Wen Qu was busy treating the wounded, and shouted loudly: "How many times?"

Elder Greedy Wolf: "37."

"Booming" thunder, thunderbolt and lightning, can't wait to tear the whole sky apart!

Elder Wu Qu: "Now it's fifty ways!"

Duanmu Yan, who set up an enchantment in the distance to protect himself and the disciples of the Tianming Sword Sect, looked at the dense sky thunder, and a layer of cold sweat rose up his back: "One last time."

Dark clouds covered the sun, the sky and the earth were pitch black, and 49 thunders suddenly exploded, bursting out dazzling brilliance, all over the sky, and striking at the invincible human beings!

Bai Yunkuo's first reaction was not to hate Tianjie, but to push Hua Yuji out with a palm, and shouted to Gengchen in the confusion: "Go on!"

Hua Yuji, who was ready to face the catastrophe together, was caught off guard: "Bai Yunkuo!"

Stratus clouds wrapped in thunder and lightning, up to the sky, down to the underworld, crashing into each other, the white clouds sandwiched in between are as wide and small as a helpless grass in the wind and rain.

For a monk to practice, every time he reaches a level, he will walk on the death line. As the level increases, the catastrophe will become more ferocious.How many monks who walked proudly in the six realms died in the catastrophe, and how many great talents have suffered their lives but stopped here.

Even if he becomes a fairy family, he is still an ant to the Dao of Heaven, let alone a tiny human being.

Hua Yuji didn't know what mood she was in. She recalled that during the Mahayana catastrophe, the blood debt of two thousand dead souls of the Tianming Sword Sect turned into nine hundred and ninety-nine thunderbolts. It was terrifying, like the end of the world!

Compared with these 99 catastrophes, it seems that the big picture is nothing, and Hua Yuji also has confidence in Bai Yunkuo. He doesn't think Bai Yunkuo will be unable to handle it, it's just...it's hard to control his fear.

Worried?

This thought flashed through Hua Yuji's mind like a thunderbolt, and he was a little caught off guard, a little frightened.

Worry and fear, where does it come from?He has been afraid of Bai Yunkuo's existence, hasn't he?Because he was the protagonist, and because he had hurt him, he was worried about Bai Yunkuo's revenge.

If something really happened to Bai Yunkuo, wouldn't he be "free"?

Since when did this "worry" and "fear" change?

The lone wind swept through the remaining clouds, and in the thick fog, the man was covered in scorched earth and slowly stood up.

After the catastrophe, there was a brief silence, whether it was the immortal way or the devil way, they all instinctively looked at him.

Tens of thousands of monks were all shocked.

It is rare to meet in the world of comprehension, the first floor of the Mahayana period, and only 86 years old.

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