The Qimen Fire Escape of Hua Zangying is mysterious and unparalleled. In a moment, he took Xue Qiu to a thousand miles away and appeared in a desolate city.

Hua Zangying gently shook the white fracture fan, and was a little surprised and said to herself: "I didn't catch up."

"I guess they are also very afraid of the young master and dare not take risks." Xue Qiu said with a smile.

Hua Zangying was quite confident in her strength and nodded slightly.

Xue Qiu said again: "It's a pity that the saint of the Chen family survived. This action against the Chen family will definitely be exposed. Once the Chen family is guarded, it will be difficult to succeed!"

Hua Zangying smiled: "That saint of the Chen family must have sent back to the Holy King's Mansion in the East Region. Even if he was killed, it would be meaningless."

"That's true. As long as that thing has been destroyed, we can rest assured." Xue Qiu said.

"rustle."

The light wind blows on the face of the flowers hiding shadows.

Hua Zangying noticed a subtle fluctuation of holy power, and her eyes suddenly stared at the ruins on the right.

I saw that a white-robed monk appeared on the broken wall at some point.

The monk with white robe has white hair, giving people a sense of immortality.

"What a powerful qi-retention technique. I was already within twenty feet of me before I discovered him." Hua Zangying was extremely shocked.

Hua Zangying showed calmness and said, "Who is your lord?"

"Those who come do not come, and those who go do not go." The white-robed monk Baoxiang said solemnly.

Hua Zangying's eyes showed a sudden look and bowed, "It turns out that he is a senior traveler, who is disrespectful."

"Donor Hua, I am here to pick you up. Let's go, everyone is waiting for you in Tianjue Pavilion." The white-robed monk named Going to the Walker said with a smile with a smile.

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One of the five continents of the Eastern Holy City, the Snow Tribulation Continent.

The 31st urban area is located in the northwest border of the Snow Tribulation Continent, close to the polar region, and is covered with ice and snow all year round. Although it is located in the holy city of the East, it is extremely desolate, with thousands of mountains and mountains covered with silver.

A secret stronghold in the black market is built underground in the 31st city area. It is not the core members of the black market Yipintang, and they will never know where this place is.

That day, Murong Yue was attacked and the divine stone was taken away. She escaped with a life-saving escape talisman. Then she hid here to recover from her injuries.

She sat cross-legged on a holy jade bed, her upper body exposed, and her skin was as white as coagulant. However, under her right shoulder, there was a blood hole the size of a wine glass.

In the bloody hole, black mist constantly spread out, spreading in all directions like a winding dragon.

An extremely evil force invaded her body, and the wounds could not heal, but instead tended to intensify.

"Wow!"

A mouthful of dark red holy blood spit out from her mouth.

The ground made a "chi" sound, corroding a pit with a diameter of half a meter.

"The magical skills are so powerful that my extreme Yin body have been eroded and cannot be refined. If it were a holy king with another constitution, he would have fallen long ago and turned into a pool of pus and blood."

A figure appeared in Murong Yue's mind.

The figure was extremely thin, with a white face as white as paper, and an iron chain wrapped around it, like a zombie.

It was the man who pointed his finger from the air, broke all her defenses and injured her.

In recent years, Murong Yue did not compete for the position of the first-class leader of the black market, but was taken to a mysterious person in advance to a awakening divine land, and obtained the supreme opportunity. His cultivation level has improved by leaps and bounds, reaching the level of the Seven-Step Holy King.

But even so, facing the powerful people from the Heavenly Court Realm, they are still vulnerable.

She felt a sense of powerlessness and was quite disappointed.

"Am I really the one who was chosen? Why can't I do anything in this chaotic world?"

When Murong Yue thought of the mysterious man and took her to awaken the divine land, she said: "You are the chosen one. You will bear an important responsibility to whether the Kunlun world can rise again."

What is the chosen one?

Who chose it?

Who is that mysterious man?

Murong Yue's heart was full of doubts. The other party told her nothing, but she just let her be born and trained, tempered in the chaotic world, and cultivated her immortal body as soon as possible, and became the Great Saint.

"It is difficult to cultivate a true strong man after all. Only by practicing hard at one step at a time will there be infinite possibilities in the future. However, there is no way, I can only do this, and there is not much time left for Kunlun."

Murong Yue knew in her heart that she was one of the monks who were motivated by the seedlings. She might really play a role at some important moment, but she was definitely not a Strength Cable Rambling.

To boost seedlings and encourage growth is to invest in potential.

Those who truly determine Kunlun’s future must be creatures that practice hard step by step.

"Boom."

Suddenly, the underground secret room shook violently, and formation inscriptions appeared on the stone wall.

Murong Yue's face changed, and she immediately grabbed a layer of black veil from the air, wrapped her delicate body, and suddenly stood up and entered a state of fighting.

An old man in black robe broke into Murong Yue's place to heal his wounds, and his face changed in shock: "Miss, there is a strong man in the Saint King realm, and he will attack the stronghold. The defensive formation of the stronghold may not last long."

"Catch up so soon?"

Murong Yue knew that she was definitely not the opponent of the hunter, so she took out an ancient weapon brought from the Awakening Divine Land, ready to activate it and escape again.

The ancient artifact was shaped like a crescent moon, emitting a green luster, and a faint divine power radiated out.

"Boom."

A terrifying shock wave broke through the defensive formation that penetrated the stronghold, and the sky and the earth immediately collapsed.

Screams rang out from the ground. The black market monks in this secret stronghold were killed and injured. Many of them were bombarded by the shock wave and turned into blood mud and bones turned into powder.

The power was cold and cold, not only shattering the earth, but also icy for hundreds of miles, with an amazing power.

"Girl run away...ah..."

The old man in black robe who stood in front of Murong Yue was frozen by the cold air and turned into an ice sculpture in front of Murong Yue's eyes.

Murong Yue's eyes showed a cold sword-like light, and she shouted: "You are too bullying."

Above the black market stronghold, a tall and thin man with an iron chain wrapped around his body and a pale face, holding a silver bowl, condensed Liu Yao's perfect power and prepared to launch a second wave of attacks.

This person, named Bai Yuejun, is the senior brother of one of the six masters of the Secret Temple, "The Return of People", and has been in the realm of the Nine Steps Saint King for thousands of years, and has accumulated a lot of money. He is an old monster who has lived for nearly two thousand years.

"Wow—"

A green moon broke out from the ground and slashed towards him.

Bai Yuejun giggled and let Qingyue slash him.

Bai Yuejun's body shattered and opened, turning into a white robe, and actually wrapped the green moon.

The next moment, Bai Yuejun's figure appeared to another location.

"Wow."

The chains on his body flew out, wrapped around the white robe and Qingyue, forced them to his side, and suppressed them tightly.

Murong Yue flew out from the bottom of the broken earth, and a demonic moon was supported on her head, and the vast demonic energy immediately wrapped around the world. She formed a seal with her hands, trying to take back the Qingyue ancient artifact.

It seems that Bai Yuejun's suppression of the ancient blue utensils was not easy, and said, "I didn't expect that there is a young master like you in the Kunlun Realm, who is stronger than the few realms placed on the surface by Empress Chi Yao."

Feng Chengdao stepped out of the void and appeared behind Murong Yue, and smiled and said, "She is an extremely Yin body, and she is practicing the "Heavenly Demon Stone Carving" on the "Taiyi Divine Power List". She is definitely a secret chess chess trained by the big figures in the Kunlun world."

Bai Yuejun laughed and said, "The extremely yin body is good. It just so happens that I also have a cold and yin constitution. I can capture her and collect her for a long time. If I plunder her, it may not be possible to help me and achieve the position of the Great Saint."

Bai Yuejun's potential has been exhausted. Under normal circumstances, it is impossible to make any progress. He will stop at the realm of the Nine-Step Holy King in his life.

However, the appearance of the extreme Yin body gave him hope.

Feng Chengdao smiled and said, "I don't know how much resources the Kunlun Realm has spent to cultivate her. She has reached the seven-step holy king realm at a young age. If you do this, you must piss off the great figures in Kunlun Realm to death."

Murong Yue was attacked from both sides and fell into a desperate situation.

However, she was still very calm. Her blood and energy were running wildly, and she used a forbidden technique to burn the holy blood, and the aura emitted from her body became stronger and stronger.

Feng Chengdao frowned and stopped watching. He hit Murong Yue with a fingerprint.

"Boom."

The finger strength is like a white rainbow that penetrates the sun, majestic and domineering.

Murong Yue waved his arm, and a phantom of the magic tablet condensed, and it touched the finger force that Feng Chengdao made, which actually blocked the attack.

"Little girl, it's quite amazing!"

A strange light appeared between Bai Yuejun's eyebrows.

Suddenly, the black aerosol that invaded Murong Yue's body became active. The faster the holy blood flowed, the faster the black aerosol invaded.

In a moment, the black aerosol mist entered Murong Yue's aerosol sea, causing her consciousness to become chaotic.

Murong Yue knew that she could not hold on for long, and silently said in her heart: "Your Highness, where are you... You must come quickly... Otherwise, I can only explode the holy source and burn them with them..."

At this moment, Murong Yue placed all hope on Zhang Ruochen.

Bai Yuejun let out a sharp laugh, turning into a series of afterimages, rushed to Murong Yue, pointed at her eyebrows, trying to control her holy soul and take her as a slave.

"Crash."

The space trembled a little.

A figure wearing a mask appeared next to Murong Yue out of thin air, and grabbed the palm of her flame with her hands.

"Kakka."

Bai Yuejun's finger was caught.

Just as Bai Yuejun was stunned, the man wearing a mask broke his fingers and became blurred. He hit his chest with a palm, hitting him horizontally.

Bai Yuejun's body broke into a groove that was several miles long on the snow.

The man wearing a mask stared at Feng Chengdao and snorted: "It's really the Temple of the God of Heaven. I dare to steal what I want and hurt me. Today I will destroy all of you."
Chapter completed!