Mingyue of the Great Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/As his arm was slashed by an invisible sword pattern, Xiaoyaojin felt cold in his heart. Updates were fast without ads.

The moment he acted on the move, he was unreserved. He did not expect that he would be cut off in an instant.

He could not have imagined that his first disciple of Yanyun Mountain and the seventh existence of the Immortal Spirit Tower would lose to the hands of this inexplicable boy in front of him. Even if he was unwilling to accept the reality in front of him.

He had to escape immediately when he left, a trace of chill rose from his heart, Xiaoyaojin thought of it at the first time. He even regretted that he was reckless and caught up with him alone.

How could Chu Fan not see Xiaoyaojin's intention? If Xiaoyaojin did not hesitate to fight with him, perhaps he would have to work hard to kill this guy, but since he was thinking about escaping, he could only blame him for his bad luck.

The thousand-mile dike collapsed in the ant hole. When Xiaoyaojin decided to escape, he did not know that his Taoist qi had already begun to collapse as the long dike began to collapse.

The blue-patterned broken sword flashed, and the night exercise was already out.

After practicing at night, two magic blade patterns wrapped around Xiaoyaojin's retreat.

The murderous intent of death arose from the bottom of my heart, and I was shocked.

Xiaoyaojin noticed that the wind pattern was flashing with sword intent, and murderous intent was everywhere, so he immediately sacrificed the heaven and earth fan and drew an arc to meet it. But even so, where did the murderous intent that made him feel heartbroken?

Subconsciously, Xiaoyaojin could only do his best to motivate the smoke and clouds scroll all over his body, but he could not help the smoke and clouds scroll. That murderous intent of death always followed like a shadow and could not be removed.

"Impossible, it must be my own illusion!" Xiaoyaojin felt the aura of death that was permeated with his heart, like a poisonous snake lurking in a dark corner, ready to take a fatal blow to him at any time. He couldn't believe it and said sternly.

How could a genius disciple who is qualified to be the first genius disciple of the ten major sects not be worth enough? A genius like Xiaoyaojin, even if he is in the fairy world, is of supreme qualification. At least he will not be worse than the core disciples of the major realms of the Nine Nether Immortal Realm. He is not comparable to ordinary fish.

Especially the proud achievements and strength of the top ten in the Fairy Tower are definitely not covered with surface clouds, but truly worthy of their reputation.

Xiaoyaojin advances to the Reincarnation Realm and is confident that his strength can be among the top five of all the prides of heaven in Xiquanzhou. Even when facing the peak monks of reincarnation, he is confident that he has the power to fight. This is the confidence and Taoist thought he has cultivated since childhood. Can there be rivals in the same level?

However, at this moment, his first battle in reincarnation was completely defeated by a boy from a countryside. How could he bear it? How could he eat pickled vegetables when he was used to living a life of life with rich clothes and food?

A mouthful of essence and blood was sprayed out, and the smoke and clouds were like thick ink splashing colors. The misty smoke rose and fell strangely, forming a colorful shield between substance and nothingness.

Silent...

Chu Fan's spiritual blade pattern was rolled on the colored shield, and it immediately roared like a golden sword, but it quickly turned into a ripples and disappeared, as if it was absorbed by the smoke shield again. However, the spiritual meaning and Taoist rhyme on the smoke cloud scroll was much dimmer.

Chu Fan frowned. What kind of magic weapon is this Smoke Cloud Scroll? It can not only absorb the rhyme of the Reincarnation, but also resist his spiritual blade pattern. It is indeed worthy of being from the top ten sects and has a deeper foundation than ordinary cultivators.

The sword marks of Xiao Lian were rolled together with the other party's heaven and earth painting fan, forming hundreds of killing lights shot out.

Seeing that his smoke and cloud fan was about to dissipate, Xiaoyaojin felt even more frightened. At this moment, he regretted that he caught up with him and killed Chu Fan, but how could there be a medicine for regret in the world? Whether it is ordinary or the fairy world, there are countless immortal pills, but there is no regret pill!

The flowers bloom and you must be broken, so don’t wait until the flowers are gone! Everyone knows the truth, but how many people can really be without regrets in this life? Even if you have no regrets, don’t you regret others, don’t you regret others? What’s more, regretful!

Xiaoyaojin looked around in confusion, turned around and wanted to escape, and even forced himself to explode under a trace of essence and blood to block Chu Fan's pursuit.

But in the face of the real gap, there are four words "Perfection" in this world. A golden fingerprint hits the Xuanyuan Tiandi Fan, and several original killing patterns have condensed in the void, killing heaven and earth!

The world is here, time and space flow, and killing patterns arise.

Scratch...

The fan of heaven and earth shattered in response to the sound, and the killing patterns of heaven and earth tucked into Xiaoyaojin's sea of ​​consciousness.

Before Xiaoyaojin died, he did not expect that there was a killing pattern in the world that his smoke and cloud scroll could not resist. He did not expect that he would die at the hands of a monk of the same realm.

The sky fire "Yunxing" turned Xiaoyaojin's corpse into nothingness. Chu Fan took a ring and put all the fan of heaven and earth and the scroll of smoke and clouds left on the ground into the universe. Then he turned around and left without any stop.

Chu Fan looked awe-inspiring, and there was no sign of sadness and joy.

A hint of murderous intent slowly spread from Chu Fan's body. Chu Fan stood in front of the shuttle and gently closed his eyes. In front of him was a dark night sky like splashing ink, and there was a red track in the night sky.

The murderous intent is strong and the hostility is strong.

Chu Fan knew that even if he had destroyed his corpse, the news of Xiaoyaojin being killed would soon spread like a hurricane.

What awaits you at that time is either a bloody fight or a desperate battle.

But in the hands of the ten major sects in Xiquanzhou, where is the world of the huge state? Where is the world?

In the past, there is a greed for profit. Chu Fan was used to fighting on the battlefield in his previous life, and never felt the fate of the world. However, when he thought about his thoughts, he would not seem to have a half-dollar relationship with kindness, kindness, and modestness. If he insisted on the involvement with the virtues of human nature, perhaps he would have some kind of pride when he was enlightened, and would not be a devil who would kill without blinking.

Close your eyes and feel the dark night sky deep in your consciousness, feel the reincarnation in your heart, and feel the original killing pattern that was nurtured in the purple palace. A trace of self-mockery suddenly rose from the corner of Chu Fan's mouth. Tracing the root of the root, his heart is black, and even if it is cleansed, it is destined to be emptied. Since you are not a good person, kill him and blood flows into a river. How can these sects in the fairy world be passed on for millions of years? How are there many shining people who are kind and slutty? They are all killing people without blinking, and they spare no effort to harm them.

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Xi Wenqian and others looked at the mess in front of them, with their eyebrows slightly frowned.

The dozen Yanyunshan disciples who followed Xiaoyaojin looked ugly. They didn't believe that their son would be in danger, but why did they not leave any news for them?

Afterwards, Ziyun Yi, Murong Tuo, Li Rong of Bingquan Palace, Tuoba Hai, Mo Yuanji of the Great Deity Sect and others all had different expressions.

The traces of fighting in space left here frightened everyone present, and the terrifying murderous aura was still permeating the void.

"Senior Sister Wenqian!" Seeing Xi Wenqian's eyebrows slightly frowning, the melon-shaped face finally couldn't help but whisper. She naturally knew that the young master with his real name might be Chu Fan to advance to the realm of reincarnation. No matter how powerful Xiaoyaojin is, he is not a match for Mr. Chu Fan. Just remembering the scene of Mr. Chu Fan and Meng Jiaojiao's slutty woman, the melon-shaped face looked a little dim.

"That diva is indeed not a good person." The round-faced woman snorted coldly.

"Hmm?" Hearing the words of the round-faced woman, Mu Ziming, who was standing beside Xi Wenqian, was slightly stunned, then looked at the round-faced woman and said, "Junior Sister Rong'er, do you know that cultivator named Chu Fan?"

"Ah..." Zhang Rong was just secretly angry and suddenly shocked.

Before Zhang Rong could speak, Xi Wenqian quickly said, "Well, we have met the monk named Chu Fan before. When he saw that Junior Sister Rong'er was beautiful, he spoke frivolously."

"Ah, Senior Sister Wenqian, what are you saying? Brother Mu, don't listen to Senior Sister Wenqian, it's not this at all..."

"So..."

Zhang Rong was about to tell Chu Fan about the matter, but when she saw Senior Sister Wen Qian's cold gaze, with a deep warning, she said the last two words suddenly weakened, like mosquitoes and flies, but her eyes quietly glanced at Xi Wen Qian fell into Mu Ziming's eyes.

Seeing that Zhang Rong said halfway, Mu Ziming snorted coldly. Without Zhang Rong's words, he also guessed that it must be that boy who was shocked to see Junior Sister Wenqian. It was not Zhang Rong who was frivolous, but Junior Sister Wenqian. A toad dared to tease Junior Sister Wenqian and seek death.

When Zhang Rong saw the murderous intent in Senior Brother Mu Ziming's eyes, she curled her lips secretly, wanting to curse her pig brain. The divine did tease Senior Sister Wenqian, but things were definitely not as simple as imagined. However, Senior Sister Wenqian refused to say it, so she had to secretly remain silent.

"What a slippery boy, don't be caught by my sister again." Meng Jiaojiao also checked around and said hatefully as he looked at the direction of Chu Fan's escape.

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The Xihuang Palace will be closed in less than a month, and Chu Fan has no intention of continuing to search for spiritual treasures in circles here.

The moonlight is not long, but it is not short.

If Yanyun Mountain had the means to send messages outside in the Xihuang Palace, it would be hard for him to imagine how he could break through the siege by closing the secret realm.

After finding a remote place, Chu Fan directly escaped underground and arranged a defensive concealment restriction.

After escaping into the ground, Chu Fan immediately used his divine thoughts to search inch by inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch inch along the way. Along the way, Chu Fan seemed to have developed a habit that every time he killed someone, he would carefully check his body when he was safe, especially for a core disciple like Xiaoyaojin who came from a large sect, once he was killed, he would definitely leave a mark on himself and other things.

Inch of the skin, tendons, veins, blood, flesh and bones were filtered under the divine mind. After half a stick of incense, after searching for it dozens of times, a trace of horror arose in my heart.

A hidden gray ripples under his hair were finally found by Chu Fan. If he hadn't believed that he would have had the mark left by Xiaoyaojin after his death, he would have died when he walked out of the Xihuang Palace.

In half a stick of incense, he searched every inch of blood and bones in his body, and even searched his clothes twice, but he didn't find any of them. He didn't expect the other party's divine mark to remain on his hair.

The divine thoughts were activated, forming a divine blade pattern and slashing towards the Taoist pattern at the root of the hair, but the next scene made Chu Fan curse in his heart.

Even if the killing pattern is integrated, the power of the magic blade pattern has increased several times, but at this moment, the mark on the root of the hair cannot be peeled off.

After a full stick of incense, Chu Fan's face turned green and his eyebrows were tightly twisted together. If he could not cut off the mark, even if he could rush out the moment he left the Xihuang Palace, he would definitely not be able to escape from Yanyunshan's pursuit. Even if he had advanced to the realm of reincarnation, he would not be enough to see Yanyunshan, the ten major sects in Xiquanzhou.

After peeling it off for a moment, Chu Fan's mind moved and he simply sacrificed the sky fire "Yunxing". If "Yunxing" could not turn this mark into nothingness, then he could only endure the severe pain and destroy his scalp.

Under the sky fire "cloud star", the hidden mark suddenly made a sharp scream, and disappeared like smoke the next moment.

A sense of clarity arose in his heart. Chu Fan subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. He was careful to sail the ship for ten thousand years. Some words always make sense.

Sitting in the forbidden area, Chu Fan looked at the sky fire "Yunxing" that was flashing in his palms, his eyes narrowed slightly, and murmured in a low voice: "If a person violates me, he will be rewarded a hundred times. If he goes back two years, he will not be a good person."

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