Marry Long Aotian

Mo Yang didn't expect things to go so smoothly, Dongfang Heng looked at him with startled and angry eyes at the end, he had never seen such big emotional fluctuations in him, the fingers grabbing his arm seemed to crush him.

There was something else in the eyes.

But all the bad things have been done, and after seeing him disappear, Mo Yang hugged the piano and landed on the top of a tree.

His token score soared, and the audience was silent.

"Dongfang Heng..."

Some people from the outside were amazed, and really wanted to see the situation outside the mustard world at this time, but unfortunately that was not within the scope of the mirror wall's records.

Seeing this scene, Zhuang Yun was dazed for a moment, and was almost pierced by Yan Lingyun's sword intent, but fortunately, he restrained his mind in time and narrowly avoided it.

After so many years of not fighting each other, Yan Lingyun's progress in swordsmanship made him admire.

In the late stage of Nascent Soul, even if they ate the Poyuan Pill, they were only at the early stage of transformation, but the gap between the two of them was almost a big realm, but it seemed that there was no gap between them, and Zhuang Yun even felt suppressed.

Yan Lingyun drew out swords one after another with one hand, drank a sip of wine, his eyes were full of golden light, every strike and slash was like mountains and seas, leaving no room for people to breathe.Even if Zhuang Yun's body skills are unparalleled and he is good at using softness to overcome rigidity, he is still a little weak under such an offensive and cannot use it well.

Mo Chao's zither made a great sound, opening the range to slow down the shadow ghost's movement speed, and using spiritual power to mark its position.

"Run!"

The disciple finally woke up, and hurriedly avoided the shadow ghosts running around, but the shadow ghosts just opened up the situation, and high-level monsters from all directions were attracted by this living person's breath, and rushed in densely.

"Run, run! It's killing people!"

"I'm willing to pay half of the points!" In a hurry, someone couldn't bear the pressure, shouted, and flew towards the stronghold while withdrawing his sword.

Dongfang Heng has already been eliminated, and Zhuang Yun is about to fail. Even if they unite, what's the point? It's better to make a choice early to reduce the loss.

"I would too!"

The army was defeated like a mountain, and the Jiji group was brushed down by a third in the fight just now, and those who had done wicked things were basically eliminated.The disciples on Xixiao's side basically had no ill intentions towards the rest of the people, so seeing that they accepted the conditions, they all stopped, and even helped rush to the stronghold with the disciples who were about to lose strength.

But other people can surrender, but Zhuang Yun can't. Xixiao sent Dongfang Heng away because of personal enmity, and if he didn't send him away, he would definitely find him in the future, but Zhuang Yun was sent away to ensure the final victory.

If he was allowed to escape, the tens of thousands of people who stayed in Tianxuan's camp would still have their backs, and troubles would continue, with endless troubles to come.

So when everyone was retreating towards the stronghold, Xixiao's entire group, together with Xu's family and Zixiao, went upstream to intercept Zhuang Yun who wanted to take advantage of the chaos and escape.

Mo Yang's vocal range exploded, and the five notes were all in unison. Yan Lingyun's strength temporarily rose to the middle level of Huashen. Although it was only 30 seconds, it was enough.Like a golden swallow tearing through the space, he chased after Zhuang Yun, and the sword array made thousands of sword strikes with the sound of the wind, and the two collided in the sky like shooting stars, blasting away the remaining power hundreds of feet away, destructive and magnificent.

Yan Lingyun's body appeared in the golden glow, standing upright, the Baopu sword quickly circled around, pierced the air with the formula, and finally defeated Zhuang Yun's defense.

Zhuang Yun flew upside down in the air, encouraged by the light blue dark clothes, but his figure gradually disappeared.

The last trace of blood in the setting sun was also completely swallowed by the sky.

Two Yan Lingyuns were reflected in Mo Yang's eyes, the young man stood sideways, his ponytail facing the falling wind, holding a long sword horizontally in his hand, and the wine gourd on his waist outlined a dark shadow.

The distant mountains were engulfed in darkness.

Xu Qing tied up the enchantment: "Go back to the base! They are coming!"

Mo Yang just stayed there for a moment, and the next moment Yan Lingyun came back to him through the air, wrapped one arm around his belly and picked him up, stabbing hundreds of feet in an instant.

The others didn't give way too much, but when they were about to reach the stronghold at the bottom of the mountain, the terrifying coercion descended, and Mo Yang almost spit out a mouthful of blood, and all the bones in his body were shaking.

A phantom of a giant bird appeared in the sky, with golden eyes, looking down on them from a high altitude, erected its claws, and was about to swoop down——

Ninth-order monsters, the early stage of fusion!

Under such circumstances, Yan Lingyun was still able to move. His pupils were full of golden light, his blood was burning all over his body, and Mo Chao, who was curled up, was tightly protected in his arms. He thrust his sword head-on, and stabbed at the giant bird with his backhand!

The sword carried his essence and blood, and was endowed with authority. It broke through the shackles of coercion in an instant, and the giant bird fluttered its wings angrily, hissing and swooping down.

"go!"

They were one last step away, but Yan Lingyun won the chance to escape, and everyone finally entered the stronghold before being torn apart by the giant bird.Mo Yang looked at the bird's face with ferocious feathers, and the bird's beak covered with red barbs and sharp teeth... It was just a hair away, and it would bite Yan Lingyun's back.

But at the next moment, it was bounced off by the large array of strongholds, the mark of the ancestors was undoubtedly revealed, and the cloud seemed to be swept by a coercive eye, making it shiver.

Finally, it whimpered and flew away.

The disciples in the stronghold slowly let out a sigh of relief, and then burst into enthusiastic cheers!

"We won! We won!"

"Zhuang Yun is out!"

The rules of the game are that when the small world is closed, the token points of each person in the winning group will be added to the original points, and then doubled by x2, and the token points of each person in the losing group will be added to the original points, and then halved.

Whether it's from Xixiao's side or Dongfangheng's side, most of them are members of the Jiji group.Tianxuan was defeated and Jiji won the first place. Even if the disciple whose token was taken away, he only lost the points of the third season. He didn't have to be punished by half of the total points, and he could still get ×2!

If you have the token, you can go hunting through secret roads in the remaining month, and you can still increase a lot!

Compared with the pole disciples, the faces of other groups are not so good.But being king and defeating bandits, being able to save one's life is considered pretty good.

Yan Lingyun hugged Mo Yang at the entrance of the cave, and gently stroked his back.

His back was facing everyone, so Mo Yang was also blocked, holding his hand, and slowly let go after a while.

Yan Lingyun infused him with spiritual energy to repair his displaced bones just now.

The disciples are also healing each other, meditating in twos and threes to adjust breath.The stronghold in the middle is very large and the supplies are sufficient, just enough to accommodate them, but even if they cannot accommodate them, they can still enter the secret passage.

If you want to get the elixir, you have to give half of the points to Yinuo on the spot.

The disciples divided the numbers very quickly. The disciples of Xixiao, Xu's family, and Zixiao Xianzong's Diji group, as well as the scattered teams they absorbed later, were divided according to their contributions, and each of them got a large sum.

Mo Yang alone earned 500 million, and Xixiao's team earned 5000 million.

Coupled with the offerings from disciples received in the previous three months, Mo Yang's personal points were 500 million, and Xixiao's team had 500 million.

It can't compare to the income of the secret realm competition, but it is also amazing.You must know that most of the looting disciples were overthrown by the suffering master and sent out, and the suffering master has no token, those points will only be wasted in vain and will not belong to anyone.

Everyone takes what they need, and everyone is fairly satisfied.

The victory of the Earth Pole Group has been determined, no matter how unwilling the other groups are, they will be powerless.

Xi Xiao also didn't conflict with the disciples who stayed behind Zhuang Yun and Dongfang Heng, the three sides didn't interfere with the river water, they hunted and planned independently, and they just kept away from each other when they saw each other.

With the help of the Secret Dao, the speed at which the disciples of Xixiao's forces accumulated points increased steadily. When the exit of the Mustard Seed World emerged, the points of the Xixiao team finally broke through [-] million, the highest among all teams.

On August [-]st, you time, the third season ended.

As the wind blew, everyone looked up at the figure of the ancestor in the cloud, the white light was dazzling, and when they opened their eyes again, they left the dangerous world of mustard seeds and arrived at the familiar coast of Feilaihai.

"The experience is over." The ancestor stroked his long beard casually, flicked his sleeves to change the space, and after a moment of weightlessness, all the disciples on the coast were moved outside the Bailan Pavilion.

"As expected of the patriarch of the Mahayana period, these hundreds of thousands of people moved as soon as they wanted to, without any reluctance." Ye Qiushui whispered to Mo Chao with yearning in his heart.

"En." Mo Yang nodded to her.

Ye Qiushui rolled his eyes with a smile.

Outside the Bailan Pavilion, except for the disciples who had just been picked up from the Mustard Seed World, and those who had been eliminated before, they all stood under the high platform.These disciples have recuperated for a month or even three months. They look rosy, neat and elegant, but they all look a little sick.

Dongfang Heng was also there, took a look at Mo Yang, and then looked away, showing no sign of shrinking or depression, and remained indifferent.

This actually made people who followed him lose interest.

Jingbi is still recording, and the service of Bailan Pavilion is excellent. After recording the third season, they will not miss the final settlement points.

The setting sun was like blood, this time on the high platform of Bailan Pavilion, there were not too many elders, only the dean of Bitong Academy and the leader of Sanxiu League sat at the top, smiling at the disciples.

Those who gain the way help more, those who lose the way help few.

If you take something by force, you will eventually get karma. After this incident, no matter whether you agree with it or not, the disciples finally realized this truth firsthand.

The leader closed his eyes slightly: "Let's begin."

The points on the Tianzhu began to surge. This time, the amount of calculation was far less than last season, and the definition was very clear, so the numbers on the Tianzhu were not in sequence. Qi Qi began to roll and exchange, but after a stick of incense, the calculation was completed, completely Got the result.

This time the rankings within the group remained largely unchanged. For example, Dongfang Heng, although he had zero points in the third season, had too many points before, and he also belonged to the extreme group. After total points x 2, he was still second.

But outside the group, it was very exciting. The points of the top disciples in the Jiji group overwhelmed Tianxuan by an overwhelming advantage. The top [-] teams in the overall list were completely occupied by Jiji.

And the number one is still Xixiao.

The shadows of the six people reflected on the mirror wall spread to Central Continent, across the five continents, and to the eyes of all monks in the cultivation world.

The golden number hangs high above the sky pillar, and the disciples below seem to be struggling even to look up, they are powerless at all, and they don't want to chase after it.

The six people from Xixiao will eventually be engraved on the Heavenly Dao Stone.

And when people were buzzing outside Bailan Pavilion, in the Xu family's camp of Bitong Academy, Xu Zhi was staring at the water mirror in the middle of the secret room.

He and the head of the family share a pair of water mirrors and exchange messages. Whatever is written on one mirror, the other will surface in real time.

At this time, a few thin and powerful words suddenly appeared on the water mirror:

Yanbei is different, come back quickly.

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