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With a roar, Kunshan shook, and the earth trembled violently.

This sound is beyond the reach of a human or beast, and the murderous intent is full of anger, and it is about to come out, coming through the air.

In an instant, both the tired disciples of the twelve sects of Kyushu and the ferocious Guisha stopped, and looked at the distant sky together.

Between the sky and the earth, thick clouds, wind and thunder changed, and a force that shook the sky and the earth was growing invisibly.That power seems to be slowly stirring the dense clouds, but soon a huge vortex is formed between the sky and the earth, like a giant dragon swallowing the sky and the earth.Deep resentment spreads in the vortex, accompanied by every lightning, thunder, and blood-red underworld light.

"Crae—ant—" Another roar that tore through the sky.

The evil dragon lingering between the heaven and the earth burst out with a powerful and irresistible force, sweeping across the entire Kunshan Mountain without distinction.The protective blessings given to the disciples of the twelve sects by the God of Heaven are still there, protecting everyone from fatal injuries.Otherwise, this force would cut them in half like a broad-edged sword.

But the ghost in the mountain was not so lucky, and he became a dead soul under the sword in an instant.It's a pity that they have died once and can't rest in peace. This time, even the walking corpses don't exist anymore.Turned into a real dead soul, turned into boundless resentment, and the darkness spread in Kunshan.

The disciples of the twelve sects didn't know why Guixiong was in such a desperate situation, and actually destroyed his own ghost soldiers with his own hands.But soon they discovered that things were far from that simple.Thousands of grievances floating in the mountains seemed to be summoned, and they all rushed into the huge whirlpool cloud, expanding the air column that penetrated the sky and the earth.

Before the twelve sects of Kyushu could react, the dense cloud of resentment split into eight giant resentful spirit beasts several feet high.The giant beast is like a tiger but not a tiger, like a leopard and not a leopard. It has dry bones as its spine and resentment as its body.As soon as he appeared, he ran across the battlefield, slapped his tail and bit his teeth, killing most of the alliance members.

Everyone rushed to try to resist with various secret techniques, and tried their best to find a way to break it.However, the bad luck didn't stop at the eight giant beasts, and more sinister ghost soldiers struggled and crawled out of the cracks in the ghost prison.Although these ghost soldiers are not powerful, they all carry corpse poison. Those who are infected will have their limbs festered and their muscles exposed, and those who are seriously vicious will fall to the ground and die violently.

The ferocious beasts and vicious ghost soldiers complement each other for a while, making people unable to look at the behemoths or small ghosts with peace of mind.Really overwhelmed, very difficult.

Everyone tried their best to hold on for a while, and the Xianhuo Sect, which is the best at controlling puppets among the twelve sects, finally found some clues.These ferocious beasts are refined with resentment, which is similar to the puppets made by poisonous insects.If you want to come to the depths of the thick and hazy vortex, there must be a Gu master operating behind the scenes.

Therefore, the attacks of the Twelve Gates of Kyushu are still effective against those beasts, but the grievances in Kunshan continue to replenish the strength of the giant beasts, which gives people the illusion that the giant beasts are invulnerable to swords and guns.

Knowing that the attack on the beast itself was futile, Tang Muran ordered everyone to work together again.Those who are good at killing and killing evil concentrate on dealing with vicious ghost soldiers, and those who are good at suppressing and controlling puppets restrain ferocious beasts.Those who have reached the upper level of Qingxuan can go with her to the depths of the dark clouds and thunder, and find out the truth about ghosts.

Dao Ling is a person in the Qingxuan Realm, and immediately arrived at Tang Muran's side.Although Chu Yi and Ling Feiyan were Hui Wu and He Yu in name, Tang Muran knew that the two of them were not in the pool, so he didn't reject them.Three people from the other ten sects came to the Qingxuan Realm, and the seven people each used their lightness kung fu to control the sword, and all went towards the whirlpool.

Among the twelve sects left to fight with evil beasts and ghost soldiers on the battlefield, Tian Yuzong is better at killing ghosts, and everyone bears the brunt of it.Among them, Ming Da and Ming Hai were the most courageous, wielding the Shou Gang mace and carrying the Cheng Yang sword, both of them opened their killing rings, killing happily.The evil beast rarely finds the resentment of the dead here, and a pair of blood-red fire eyes locked on the two of Tian Yuzong, and its sharp claws and teeth often pounced on them more and more.

Ming Hai found that this evil beast seemed to "take care" of him extraordinarily, and he thought it was good to be so.It's better to take the opportunity to divert its attention and fight for opportunities for other fellow students.So Ming Hai stood up with his sword and galloped around the giant beast.

The evil beast is huge, and a Taoist is like an annoying mosquito in front of it. It is difficult to use its giant claws to swipe and bite.In addition, Ming Haishi bombarded the giant beast's brows and eyes and other vulnerable places with sword energy, and the giant beast became more and more annoyed.

Ming Hai's containment successfully angered the giant beast, and also reduced the casualties caused by the giant beast here.However, the Yujian technique consumes a lot of energy, and Ming Hai's speed gradually slows down.The giant beast finally seized the opportunity to knock Ming Hai down to the ground with one palm, wishing to crush this annoying Taoist master to pieces.It raised its huge paws and stepped towards Ming Hai with overwhelming force. Ming Hai had no way to dodge it, he could only raise his sword to resist the blow with true energy.

The giant beast's bone claws were stuck on the Chengyang Sword, making an ear-piercing rattling sound.The giant beast seemed to want Ming Hai to die under his Chengyang sword, pressing the sword edge to approach Ming Hai's throat little by little.Ming Hai's forehead was dripping with cold sweat because he tried his best to resist, and before the blade cut through his neck, the tip of the giant animal's bone claws went over the blade and pierced into his shoulder, leaving several blood holes.

"Let's go!" Ming Da saw that Ming Hai's life was at stake, so he rushed to rescue him with two maces.He wiped the blood from the wound on his body, using the blood to reflect the blood and soul of the Shougang Mace.Treasure Mace was awakened to support the giant beast's feet to give Ming Hai a chance to escape.

"Okay." Ming Hai knew very well that Ming Da's zhenqi was mellow and profound, and he would be able to escape from the giant beast's hands safely if he used the mace to guard the keystone, blood and soul together.So he hurriedly retracted the Chengyang sword, and rolled away from the giant beast's feet in a rather embarrassing manner.

After escaping from birth, Ming Hai also activated the Blood and Soul Reflection of the Chengyang Sword, and rose into the air, ready to charge up to hit the giant beast and help Ming Da escape.Unexpectedly, just at this moment, a dozen black phantoms suddenly attacked Mingda at the foot of the giant beast like arrows flying from the string.

Mingda grunted in pain, barely escaping from the giant beast's claws.The burly figure staggered and knelt on the ground on one knee.

"Mingda!" Ming Hai was startled, and hurried forward to check.

I saw Ming Hai with his head down, supporting his body with a mace in one hand, and covering his chest with the other.Hearing Ming Hai calling his name, he reluctantly raised his head and said, "It's not big... small, don't call me... senior brother..."

Ming Hai saw that although Ming Da was joking, his complexion was as black as ink, as if he had been poisoned by a large amount of corpse poison from ghost soldiers.He couldn't tolerate Ming Hai still trying to stand up bravely, he took Ming Da with one arm and rushed to a place a little farther away from the giant beast.He also asked Mingda to sit upright on the ground in a posture of meditating and adjusting his breath. Without saying a word, he used his true energy to suppress the toxins for Mingda.

"It turns out that... you also... care about me very much..." Ming Da couldn't help but feel complacent when he saw that Ming Hai's usually ruthless face showed an eager look.It's just that the corpse poison was fierce, and every time he struggled to utter a word, his face became darker and bruised.

"Don't talk, protect your heart!" Ming Hai was angry and annoyed when he heard this.Not only because he hates glib talkers by nature, but also because Mingda said something bad at this moment of life and death, but suddenly said these nonsensical words.

"Junior brother...don't work in vain..." Mingda didn't cooperate.Just now he raised his mace to resist the evil beast and exposed all the vital points on his chest. Shifang ghouls hit the heart with poisonous gas, and the corpse poison spread to the whole body with the blood in an instant.

"I told you not to talk!" Ming Hai's stubborn temper also came up, and he tried to suppress a bit of corpse poison with his true energy.

"In the past... I always competed with you...competed with you...just because I disliked you as a junior...relying on your own skills...I didn't even think about me as a senior..." Mingda still murmured to himself It seems that if these insignificant words are not spoken, there will be no chance to speak freely.

Ming Hai can no longer talk to Ming Da now.The corpse poison was too heavy, he managed to suppress a little bit in Mingda's heart, and in a blink of an eye the corpse poison spread wildly elsewhere.Mingda's complexion also became more and more livid, and almost merged with his sideburns, making it difficult to distinguish boundaries.

But Mingda is not afraid of death, but because he is about to die, he is satisfied with other answers by accident.If you must say sorry, it is not without.At this moment, his only regret is that he can no longer fight heartily side by side with his fellow disciples, nor can he see the morning when the blue sky in the world reappears after all the ghosts have receded.

"Junior Brother..." Ming Da lowered his head, and he didn't even have the strength to look at Ming Hai again, so he could only weakly say, "I feel like my body...has been buried in the ground...don't waste your energy trying to save me... You belong to Tu Minggong... go kill more evil spirits... avenge me and my apprentice..."

Mingda managed to finish speaking, and spit out a wisp of black poisonous gas from his mouth.The muscles on the face, neck, arms and even the whole body began to atrophy and fester, and the bones were almost visible.

Seeing this, Ming Hai didn't know who he was losing his temper with, and said angrily, "Don't tell me to talk! Just protect your heart and hold your breath, and let Mingxin save you! Let Mingxin save you!" !"

Ming Da smiled lightly, and finally said: "No need...Fei Tan Tuer...he came to pick me up."

Ming Hai sees that Ming Da's situation is gone, but he still refuses to give up.Although this brother from Yiwu Palace is a bit clumsy in terms of Taoism, he is still a master of body training at Heyu Shangjing.On weekdays, he always teased Mingda that "the skin is rough, the flesh is thick and the stone is hard to hurt", but he would never admit that Mingda was actually killed by this soft and invisible corpse poison. .

"Ming Xin! Ming Xin—!!" Ming Hai lost his posture and called Ming Xin loudly, wanting to give Ming Da the last sliver of life.At the same time, he did not give up his efforts, and was still injecting true energy into Mingda's weaker and weaker heart veins to suppress the corpse poison.

But the two of them have not moved for too long in the melee in Kunshan, and they have long been targeted by the raging ghost soldiers.Among the thousands of evil ghosts, suddenly a one-eyed, one-armed ghost slave rushed towards him at a very fast speed.

"Hand...hand..." the ghost slave yelled indistinctly, there was no consciousness in his one eye, only endless resentment and crazy desire.

Seeing the ghost slave attacking him and Ming Da, Ming Hai subconsciously wanted to swing his sword.But Cheng Yangjian was beside him, but his body froze suddenly.Holding the sword will break the suppression of the corpse poison in Mingda's heart.If you don't hold on, maybe even yourself will be bitten by the ghost's anger.

"Hand...hand!!!" Gui Nu spat out sticky saliva, and bit Ming Hai's arm as he wished.

"Hmm...Ming Xin! Where is Ming Xin?!!" But Ming Hai was suffering from the pain of flesh-eating and bone-eating, and he didn't move his arm from Ming Da's chest.At this moment, he only hoped that Mingxin could hear his call, come to rescue Mingda in time, and let him be free to kill those evil spirits again.

However, things in the world do not always go as they wish, Ming Hai felt a sudden lightness on his right shoulder before he realized his intentions.The coldness of Kunshan's evil spirit, the surging heat of blood, mixed with indescribable numbness and sharp pain rushed towards him.That feeling was defined at the moment when Mingda's body collapsed and completely rotted.

Ming Hai thinks it should be called despair.

Shou Gang's mace landed heavily on the ground, and the muffled sound was like hitting Ming Hai's heart.Unprecedented anger and madness devoured a calm and cold soul in an instant.Ming Hai sealed the acupoints on his right shoulder with his left hand, and then wielded the Chengyang Sword with his left hand, slashing and killing every evil spirit caught in his blood-red eyes.

Perhaps, this is the first time that Tu Minggong's Daoist has used such a random swordsmanship.But it was also the only time he killed just for the sake of killing.

Besides, the seven people approached the evil spirit vortex, and the evil spirit became more and more intense.The seven of them rushed into the mist without hesitation, only to see the red light of blood in the mist, and there was a figure floating in the core, standing proudly in midair with a long knife.

The black robe on his body fluttered with the wind, and his whole body was filled with murderous aura, menacing and extremely awe-inspiring.He saw seven people rushing into the mist, and without warning, he slashed at them with the aura of a knife.The seven people scattered to avoid, and the black shadow turned the saber energy again.When everyone resisted with their weapons, there was a powerful clang at the collision.Unexpectedly, the saber was so sharp that it was as sharp as a real spear.

The black-robed man could freely use his saber energy, as if he was holding a saber in his own hand and slashed.The sharpness of the sword is so fierce that it is really not to be underestimated.Before the seven people got close to the black-robed man, they were entangled and killed by saber energy, and it was difficult to escape for a while.

While parrying the saber energy in front of him, Tang Muran looked at the floating blade that the black-robed man was really controlling in front of him.I saw that the big knife was simple and crude, with a pitch-black blade and a blade like snow.The back of the knife is inlaid with nine iron rings, and at the end of the handle is a round iron lump.Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the head of a ghost with great carving skills.

The bloody mouth of Guisha's head was wide open, his fangs were thick, and he spit out a lot of dark red evil spirit, which spread out in seven directions.The phantom blades formed by the seven saber qi faintly waved wildly in the mist as if they were being pulled by the evil spirit.

Tang Muran guessed that this must be the ghost head ring knife, the magic weapon used by Guixiong Xianjun to slay all evil spirits in the lower world before he ascended to the immortal.At the same time, it is also the body of the seven phantom blades.So she slowly rotated the staff magic conch bird in her palm, and transformed into the illusion of a magic conch bird.Instead of Tang Muran, the phantom of the staff took over the phantom blade of saber energy, and the two phantoms of the magic weapon fought fiercely in mid-air.

Tang Muran took this opportunity to hold the magic conch bird and approached the man in black.At the same time, the tip of the teeth sharpened, biting the lower lip and bleeding.Before the bright red blood drops dripped, Tang Muran gently wiped his lips with his thumb.The blood stained her fingers and made her lips even more vermilion and full.As soon as the blood on her hand touched the magic conch bird, the ancient and rejuvenated staff immediately underwent an astonishingly gorgeous change.

The golden charm is looming on the staff of Wanghai Agarwood, as if casting a hazy golden shimmer on the staff.The light of the spell quickly flowed upwards, illuminating the night pearl in the blue snail in the East China Sea, and a long sound of the snail sounded, and the five-color divine stones falling from the blue snail floated up in the air.A few clear screams pierced through the sky in the mist, but it was the phoenix spirit released by the five divine bird feathers, appearing around the staff.

At this time, Tang Muran's eyes were bright, and his clothes were windy.Obviously, he unreservedly opened the magic conch and Asuka's blood and soul reflection as soon as he made a move, but he still had a calm demeanor, as chic and graceful as if he had climbed into the clouds.After she finished chanting the incantation, the five divine birds seemed to have received the order of their master, and together with the staff, they quickly attacked the ghost-headed ring knife in the center of the misty vortex.

"Zhuzi, you're overestimating your strength!" The black-robed man's voice was like a bell, and with a low growl, the earth shook and the mountains shook.

But Tang Muran raised the corners of his mouth and smiled calmly: "Xianjun, you are really stubborn."

Tang Muran was right, as soon as she entered the mist, she noticed that Guixiong's aura was completely different from before.That feeling was exactly the same as before Tianyu Great God entered the illusion and after changing back to Ling Feiyan.Tang Muran boldly guessed what Tianyu God and Ye Xiaozhou both perished in the illusion, and what they won for them.

This blow was Tang Muran's testimony.

As long as Gui Xiong has no choice but to activate the ghost-head ring saber's Blood Soul Gong Ying to take over this trick, it means that the former Nine Heavens Immortal Gui Xiongchang is just a mortal at the Qingxuan Realm at this moment.

However, even if Gui Xiongchang didn't want to show his cowardice anymore, he didn't dare to take the risk at this moment.Tang Muran's Qingxuan cultivation base blessed by the blood of the Immortal Emperor is unfathomable. Even if the Ghost Head Ring Saber is an ancient magic weapon, it is difficult to match this heaven-shattering power.If it happened like this, his weapon and magic weapon that traversed the wilderness might have been pecked into pieces under the sharp beaks of the five magical birds.

Guixiong was really helpless, so he had to recall the giant beast that was slaughtered in Kun Mountain, and fought and bit Tang Muran's divine bird.At the same time, he cut through his palm with sharp nails and tightly covered the ghost head on the handle of the knife.Although the ghost's head was made of black iron, it seemed to come alive suddenly when it saw the blood, and its sharp fangs bit the ghost's palm.

At this time, a shocking scene happened.The blood and soul of the other people and the magic weapon are reflected together, and almost all of them change after the magic weapon is moistened with blood.But the co-reflection of Guixiong and Guitou Huan Dao is that both his person and his sword are changing.I saw that the joint between Guixiong's palm and the ring knife merged into one, the knife was like an extension of Guixiong's arm, and the vivid Guisha's head completely replaced Guixiong's fist.

"Take your life!" Guixiong yelled ferociously.

The magic conch flying bird and the ghost head ring knife collided with each other, causing the world to be in turmoil, landslides and clouds in chaos.The thin figure in a robe was flying out of the mist at an extremely fast speed like an arrow leaving the string.

"High Priest!!!" Chaosheng Palace disciples could see clearly that that person was their High Priest Tang Muran.

However, there was another figure who reacted faster than the disciple of Chaosheng Palace, stepped on several scorched earth ruins, and caught Tang Muran's body before hitting the ground hard.Unexpectedly, Tang Muran could not stop immediately due to the force he was exerting, and the two of them backed up a couple of feet before stabilizing their bodies.

"Tang..." Tubal wanted to call Tang Muran's name, but when he saw that her face was swollen and her mouth was bloody, her throat was so distressed that her throat was choked in place.

"Thank you...I can do it myself." Tang Muran was still conscious, and it was inevitable that she would be a little embarrassed when she saw who was trying to save her.

Tubal quickly let go of Tang Muran.Tang Muran straightened her clothes, and her calm expression returned to her face.

Tubaer couldn't care less about the secret joy, so he resolved the embarrassment, and asked Tang Muran nervously, "How's the situation there?"

"The ferocious beasts are not enough to cause trouble." Tang Muran responded to Tu Baer as a thank you.Immediately, she frowned slightly, staring at the whirlpool where the mist was fading, with a sense of intention: "Xianxiao should be fine, and the clarity of the world should not be far away."

After finishing speaking, a large number of Chaosheng Palace disciples flocked to protect Tang Muran.Tang Muran chose a rock and sat quietly without speaking.

Tubal stepped aside with interest.He knew that she was already married, even if she was not, such a woman who could see the secrets, who could protect the alliance, take care of the family and the country, and save the common people, how could a reckless man like him be a good match.It is no regret to have such a touch of contact and conversation with her in this life.

Tubaer looked at his palm, it was obviously the same, but it seemed to be different because he had just touched the flower of Gaoling in his heart.Soon, Tubal clenched his fists tightly, and a sharp spear like a fire dragon suddenly appeared in his palm.He still has to do what he should do. Since he is a reckless man, let's kill ghosts and enemies more on this battlefield of fighting for the clarity of the world!

Gui Xiong was forced to activate Blood and Soul Co-reflection, which shocked Tang Muran until his heart was injured, and he himself was secretly startled.I can't help but rejoice that although I have broken the immortal fate, I still have several generations of cultivation, otherwise, if Tang Muran has exhausted three generations of cultivation, I am afraid that he will be the one who is annihilated at this moment.

However, Tang Muran withdrew from the confrontation temporarily, and there were still six people who wanted to encircle and suppress him.The phantom of the ghost head ring knife and the soul-devouring beast were destroyed by Tang Muran, and most of his cultivation base was damaged by that damned descendant of the immortal emperor. Guixiong knew that his chances of winning were seriously insufficient, and he had to fight with his back.His blood-red eyes swept across the six people who were staring at him, and he had other ideas in his mind.

In this battle, the alliance came to die, and he should have had a chance of winning. Without any effort, he could refine all these Taoist masters into human pills and ghosts, and strengthen his own cultivation base and the strength of the ghost army.Unexpectedly, there are many branches, and every step of the way is in danger.How could Guixiong be willing to fall into the hands of this group of mobs in the human world, there is a saying that if you keep the green hills, you will not be afraid of no firewood. He has made up his mind and will fight hard to win.If it really comes to the critical moment when the soldiers will be lost and the cultivation base will collapse, then they will not care too much, and they will just slip away like the last battle of Xianxiao.

So Guixiong aroused the evil spirit in the sea of ​​qi and sent it to his right arm.The ghost head ring knife became bigger and stronger in an instant. It is not known whether the ghost knife turned into an arm or the arm turned into a ghost knife. Guixiong and ghost head ring knife have completely merged into one.

As the right arm swelled and changed dramatically, Guixiong's originally thin body also grew taller and stronger. In the blink of an eye, he transformed from a skinny old man into a behemoth as tall as two people.And behind him, a phantom that looks like a tiger but not a tiger, like a leopard and not a leopard also rises.At this moment, Gui Xiongchang doesn't have the appearance of a human being, but he has become a monster with the body of a beast with sword arms.

On the first day of the lunar new year, he clicked his tongue in disgust, and just as he unfolded the singing fan, he was slashed by Guixiong.Regardless of Guixiong's huge body, his speed is extremely fast.There was no way to avoid this blow, so he had to defend it with Ge Fan.

The ghost head ring knife is as strong as a steel blade when it is opened, and the singing fan is no match for it.Under the faint and crisp sound, the bones of the fan's fan seemed to be shattered.

How could Guixiong be bullied like this on the first day of the lunar new year, without further ado, she immediately put her hand on the sharp part of the handle of the fan, and blood flowed out with it, densely flowing into the fan.Several other people also used their blood to match their weapons and magic weapons, and they all lifted the knife in Guixiong's hand and freed Chuyi.

Guixiong suddenly counterattacked and attacked again, Ling Feiyan and Dao Ling escaped, but a master of Qingxuan from the Xuan family suffered a tragic accident and was cut into two pieces by Guixiong.In such a tragic situation, everyone is powerless even if they want to save each other, so they have to endure their anger and grief to fight Guixiong again.

After a quick battle, several people were slightly or seriously injured by Guixiong.For those powerless people who have lost their combat power, Guixiong is not in a hurry to kill them.Anyway, the less helpers there are, the easier it is for him to injure others.When he was about to use the knife to kill Dao Lingtong, he suddenly felt a strong force restricting him, and he clamped its right arm firmly.

"Who is it!" Gui Xiong roared ferociously, and turned to look.

But I saw the folding fan in Chu Yi's hand was shining brightly, and the ice blue was thorough.The two exquisite jade pendants at the tail of the fan are shining brightly, emitting waves of white and blue halos, flowing slowly along the fan-shaped fan surface, just like the firm and soft waves on the coast.The force that restrains Guixiong is the true qi emanating from the singing fan, invisible and invisible, tightly encircling his right arm, making it impossible to move.

Guixiong was very surprised, how could the power come from the little folding fan.On the first day of the new year, the singing fan floated in front of it and rotated at high speed, just like a full moon.The sea tide in the folding fan also turned upside down and turned upside down, gradually forming a deep vortex.

Guixiong was not satisfied at first, but soon he noticed the turbulent power of the tide.That force not only pulled his arm immobilized, it even pulled away his evil spirit and his cultivation base.Recalling that this female Taoist was once a divine weapon with three rings of evil pupils, and that this singing fan was a terrifying magical weapon that devoured the world without form, Guixiong really panicked.

And when Guixiong saw the blood-red sword blade in Ling Feiyan's hand, he knew that maybe he didn't have to wait for the right time, and if he didn't run away, he might lose his life here.

"Want to slip? It's not that easy!" On the first day of junior high school, he saw through Guixiong's thoughts, controlled the fan with his left hand, and stroked the five fingers of his right hand in the illusory sea.Thousands of hectares of sea water instantly surrounded Guixiong's body, and quickly raised a water curtain in all directions.

Guixiong expected that the first day of the lunar new year was to draw the ground as a prison and trap him in the water prison, and then he didn't care about anything else, he jumped up to escape from the unclosed water prison.The first day of the lunar new year didn't give him a chance, so he tied Guixiong's ankles with two water dragons, pulling Guixiong back to the bottom of the dungeon.Then immediately close the top of the prison, so that the six-party water curtains can be bridged and integrated with each other.

The cold and bitter seawater poured in instantly, pouring Guixiong into an extremely distressed appearance.He wished he could escape by chiseling the wall, and slashed wildly at the water wall of the cage with the knife in his hand.It's a pity that the knife cut off the water, and the water flowed longer, so Guixiong's counterattack was meaningless.

"Let me out, I am Guixiong Xianjun! You wait...you wait for mortals! How dare you murder the life of the Xianjun! Let me out! I am the god who wants to be the emperor!!" Xu Shi was shrouded in desperate fear, Xu Shi He was awakened by the bone-piercing sea water, and Gui Xiong yelled incoherently, but was quickly poured into his throat by the sea water.

"Let's end here." Ling Feiyan said softly, holding the Yanyue Sword in front of him, pointing the sword's edge at Guixiong imprisoned in the water prison.

I saw that the Yanyue Sword was red all over at this time, and the blade was orange-yellow, very much like blazing iron refined in a hot furnace.As Ling Feiyan moved his left hand around to draw a perfect circle in front of her body, the long sword also transformed into countless sword shadows, forming a circular sword formation in front of her.

On the first day of the lunar new year, I haven't seen Ling Feiyan's blood and soul together, but I only know that the countless crimson flames and sword shadows in front of Ling Feiyan are very dazzling.Judging from the posture, this move is very similar to Tu Minggong's sword art, ten thousand blades.Unexpectedly, Ling Feiyan didn't directly attack Guixiong with these sword shadows. Her right hand circled in the opposite direction, and a ring of sword shadows was added to the scarlet sword formation.The two rings of red sword shadows kept turning in opposite directions, full of murderous intent, shocking, but gorgeous and dazzling, making people unable to take their eyes off.

What is even more frightening is that, apart from the two rounds of sword formations that are the same size as Yanyue Sword itself, there is actually a huge projection of the sword formation hanging high above Guixiong's head in the midair.The crimson Yanyue Sword in that formation has six rings inside and outside, and its sword shadows are countless.The sharp edge of the sword descended vertically, like a huge blood moon hanging over Guixiong's head.After Ling Feiyan's move, even the masters of the Qingxuan Upper Realm could only escape the result of being annihilated by thousands of fragments of flying ashes.

"No wonder it's called Yanyue Sword." Chu Yi sighed in admiration.

At this moment, almost all the creatures in Kunshan were shocked by this huge blood moon, waiting in a daze for the dust to settle after the rain of thousands of blades.

However, Ling Feiyan's last action of driving the sword was so understatement.She only used the index finger and middle finger of her right hand to move forward slightly, and the two rounds of sword shadows in front of her changed from slow rotation to rapid rotation.In mid-air, the galaxy poured out and the stars fell in an instant.

The blade of the sword pierced into the water prison where Guixiong was imprisoned in the first day of the Chuyi with fire and moonlight, and the hot water vapor instantly rose into a white mist.In the water mist, the sword shadow was not blocked at all, piercing Guixiong's huge body.

"Ah————————————" Guixiong's painful neighing shook the mountains and forests, but no one felt sorry for it.

When the mist dissipated, Guixiong's body had returned to its original thin shape.The ghost head ring knife is still connected to his arm.When the dungeon was evacuated on the first day of the lunar new year, Guixiong immediately collapsed on the ground motionless, having lost his breath.

Who would have thought that the former Second Saint Immortal Venerable and Heroic Chief of the Lower Realm would fall into such a state.No matter how much he hated the disciples of the alliance, he couldn't help sighing a little when he saw the depravity of the immortal.

However, Ling Feiyan did not soften his heart.This time she flicked her sleeves, and the sword shadows in front of her all pierced Guixiong's remnant body, a black miasma suddenly released from that body, and there was no more movement.

The sword shadow dissipated, and the Yanyue Sword gradually faded from its crimson red, returning to its original color.Chuyi stepped forward and pulled the long sword from Guixiong's body, tore off a piece of his clothes, wiped the sword clean, and handed it back to Ling Feiyan.

"It's over." Chu Yi said lightly.

Ling Feiyan took the long sword and put it back into the scabbard, and nodded solemnly.

Everyone looked into the distance, and the cloudy clouds and thick fog shrouded in Mount Kun finally suddenly became clear, and the sun slowly spread into this ancient mountain forest again.Those remaining ghost soldiers fled in a hurry under the burning of the sun, and those who escaped slowly were burned into flying ashes forever.

"It's over...it's over! We won!!" The surviving alliance disciples cheered and surrounded the generals, wanting to witness the world-shattering scene of Guixiong's demise.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way, old man!!" Suddenly, a Daoist in the crowd, with disheveled hair and blood-stained clothes, pushed aside the crowd with a long sword, and went straight to Guixiong's corpse.

People recognized that it was Liu Anming from Qingquan Palace, and were soon stunned by his crazy behavior.Liu Anming slashed at the corpses on the ground with the dust-falling sword that was predicted to kill Guixiong like crazy, until the magnificent body of the immortal was chopped into a pulp by him, and then he cried and threw the long sword away. Lost, sat on the ground dejectedly and wept.

Someone said that he lost his temper because he had finally avenged Liu Fengyan, and advised him to mourn.Some people laughed at him in response to the young man's prophecy, forcibly slashing at the dead man to show off his prestige.

After all, in this battle, all the people who are still alive are witnesses.The Gui Xiong of the Second Ancient Saint Immortal Venerable was killed by those seven together, and had nothing to do with Liu Anming and his Ruchen Sword.

Perhaps, this will be a secret that the world will never know.

No one knew that Ling Feiyan's blood moon sword array slaughtered Guixiong's body, and the second round of sword shadows also annihilated Guixiong's consciousness, but when the black miasma dissipated, Guixiong sent a faint Through the head of the ghost in the palm of the hand, the spiritual consciousness entered the already incarnate ghost head ring knife.When everyone in the alliance thinks that the big thing has been done and withdraws from Kunshan, he can fall into a deep sleep and hide his self-cultivation from then on.After several generations and thousands of years, the dead body is resurrected to make a comeback.This is Onixiong's last escape strategy.

Therefore, no one knew that it was Liu Anming who slashed indiscriminately and chopped that ghost's head into pieces by accident.Ru Chenjian is extremely obsessed, and his killing intent towards his own target is even heavier.Guixiong's only wisp of divine consciousness was cut off mercilessly by Ruchen Sword.It can be said that Guixiong's real eternal sorrow was indeed caused by the fatal slash of Ruchen Sword.

However, so what.

That's not how fate tricks people.

Anyway, Liu Anming didn't know it himself, so the feat of helping the world and saving people turned into a shameful act of venting personal anger.By chance, what he lost was only the opportunity of Qingquan Palace to counter-press Tian Yuzong.What Guixiong often loses is his life.

No matter how chaotic the fairy dust is, the crisis has been resolved.

No matter where an expert can achieve greatness, seize the position of ghost hero and then become the leader of the lower world, the world is still bright and clear, and the years are rushing.

After this battle, the twelve sects of Kyushu have their own rectification arrangements.

Qin Tianjian did not do his best throughout the whole process, and suffered the least damage.The few officials who were sent to him felt sorry for their lives. Seeing that Guixiong was not killed by Ruchenjian, he rushed back to report to Jing Jiannian.

There is no serious problem with Chaosheng Palace.Although Tang Muran was injured, she Nailuo Tangshi had many miraculous medicines, and she could recover after a few days of cultivation.

Qingquanzong caused a lot of unhappiness in this battle, and was beaten by Tianyuzong, and the elder Liu Fengyan who passed on the skills was killed.Liu Anming was in a trance for a long time, and finally came to his senses one day.The Dust Sword was sealed into the Forbidden Pavilion by him, and from then on, the whole sect practiced the way of immortality and did not care about common matters, only wishing that the green clothes were clean, the white robes were clean, and the heart was like a pure spring.

Among the twelve sects, only Tianyuzong has undergone great changes.

Dao Ling said that it is difficult to purify his mind, starting with the loss of the Yeyou Stone, it caused countless disasters.Thinking about it, it should be a serious crime, and it is difficult to make a relationship with the world.Therefore, Wuyan re-entered the Wentian Pagoda, but followed the example of Ye Xiaozhou Tsing Yi.And spread the Dharma and evangelism in the world and practice Dacheng.

Some people left the Wentian Pagoda, and some people entered the Wentian Pagoda.

Not long after Ming Ya returned, he bestowed the suzerain position on Ming Xin and entered the Wentian Pagoda.But the opportunity has come, and within a few months, he ascended to the heavens and became a fairy.

It's a pity that Ming Hai lost his right arm, and never picked up a pen to write, nor did he mention swords to kill evil.He brought the guarding steel mace back from Kunshan Mountain to Zilu Mountain, and set up a tombstone tree in front of Mingda's tomb.Sit alone in front of the stele every day, and don't let anyone come near.

In the great Tian Yuzong, many brothers and sisters of the same sect gradually left.Ming Xin in the suzerain's position and day-to-day affairs of the clan feel very cold and boring.On that day, the kitten Mei Duo's lifespan was full, and she passed away on the verge of death, finally breaking the last thread of dust in Ming Xin's heart.Unexpectedly, the person in the Tianyu Sect who is most afraid of being lonely will finally step into the Wentian Pagoda, which is high in the bitter cold.

So far, Ling Feichuan has inherited the great responsibility and succeeded the suzerain.Although he intends to revive the five palaces of the sect, but the other three palaces, Ling Zun's first disciples all have their own reasons, so they have to rest and recuperate first.

But time flies, more than three months have passed since the first battle in Kunshan.

The city of Dayan is decorated with lanterns and festoons, and the sound of firecrackers is a good time to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new.

The man in green fur over a green robe sat at the table leisurely and ate a few dishes.

The exquisiteness of the window on the third floor of this Penglai restaurant is really good. Looking through the window, one can see that the most prosperous streets and alleys in Kaijing are decorated with white snow and look like they are covered in silver.The person standing in front of the window also looked cold and dressed in white Shengxue.The man sighed lightly, and breathed out a thin white mist from his lips.Such an ordinary scene was extremely unusual in the eyes of the people in Tsing Yi.

"It's been three months since I left Tianyuzong, and I took me to eat, drink and have fun all day long. Now I'm in the biggest restaurant on Dangyang Road in Kaijing. It's really noisy." Ling Feiyan closed the window, with a bit of resentment in his words .Turning around, that beautiful and cold cheek was as usual, and it was not contaminated with human fireworks as she said.

"For Chinese New Year, of course, the more lively the better. Zilu Mountain's New Year's Eve is far behind that of the capital." Chuyi got up, took Ling Feiyan's hand and led her to the table and sat on the chair.While Ling Feiyan didn't refuse, he embraced the white-clothed person from behind presumptuously, rubbed the tip of his nose on her cheek intimately, and sneaked a few wisps of the cold fragrance from his temples along the way.

"You're still so presumptuous outside." Ling Feiyan was stunned, pushed Chu Yi away, pointed to the chair across the table and said, "Sit back."