Chen Yuanjun looked at the empty valley in front of him, and the sobbing cold wind echoed between the mountain roads. Qian Shangjun's piano strings were broken, but the sound of the piano that was playing had not yet disappeared. He swept around with the cold wind and hit the mountain wall.

Ice and snow overlap.

Huo Feng's withdrawal was extremely straightforward, probably because it was from Badu City.

The practitioners of this lineage have extremely sharp styles of conduct, never hesitate, do what they say, and act thrillingly.

The departure and arrival of Fire Phoenix were extremely abrupt.

The most deadly thing in this attack was actually not the Dragon Emperor Palace or the Eastern Demon Realm. It was just a person like Huo Feng, the more straightforward and neat the opponent, the more elusive the opponent. Badu City did not have so many interests in the murderous idea of ​​Ning Yi, it was simple and direct, but unfortunately... the process in the middle made a little mistake, otherwise the subsequent story would not have happened at all... Everything was over by Huo Feng as early as Changque Mountain.

For Chen Yuanjun, who is cautious by nature and can do things without any leakage, winning this "chess" is not something that is worthy of pride. He calmly watched the place where Huo Feng and the ancient road were standing before. The brothers from Badu City had now left the Ashes.

The sword intent he planted in the "Tianhuang Wing" quickly subsided as the distance continued to pull.

Huo Feng really didn't love to fight, and completely gave up the slim opportunity to "attack" Ning Yi, and returned to the world of the demon clan.

"Leave?"

A dull cough came from his side.

The strings of the guqin were broken, but Qian Shangjun's eyes did not have much sadness. The strings could be continued if they broke, and the life would not be burned again. The evacuation of Badu City means that the layout of the General's Mansion was successfully effective... Everything was moving towards the direction of light.

Chen Yuanjun nodded and said, "The sword intent has disappeared, they have returned to the demon clan."

Qian Shangjun let out a deep breath. He stood up and carefully knocked the broken guqin into the zither box. Then he wrapped the black cloth with his own hands. After the wide zither box was wrapped in the black cloth, it looked more like a big sword box... He was carried behind his back and put on a gray robe, and the murderous aura on his whole body suddenly became restrained.

In the battle of the valley, he fought with the ancient road in Badu City and was hard to part with it. In the realm of the Star Lord, neither of them reached the final "limit". Although the original intention of this battle was because of "Ning Yi", after the fight, both of them forgot other factors in the outside world and only saw each other... The ancient road was hard to defeat among the demon kings of the demon clan. Qian Shangjun was the same. He was born in the general's mansion, and his cultivation talent and mind were both the best.

"The practitioners in Badu City are the great enemy. They should not be underestimated." He coughed dullly and gently covered his chest with one hand. In the previous fierce battle, his body was slightly inferior, leaving some hidden injuries. His chest is still stuffy. The age of the ancient Taoist is quite young among the demon clan. He is an extremely stunning genius. It won't take long... His realm will be further improved.

Such an opponent is indeed worthy of attention.

"The incense in Badu City is rare, and there are only a few disciples in the sect, all of which are the remains of the ancient imperial seed." Chen Yuanjun pondered slightly and said, "They may become extremely powerful practitioners in the future, but after all, they are only individuals... not so-called leaders."

Qian Shangjun nodded softly.

The transcendent power of the Southern Demon Realm, Badu City, has never had the so-called "leaders". Like Huo Feng and Ancient Dao, these very famous practitioners have strong personal strength, but their personalities are casual and too free, and they will not choose to give up freedom and take responsibility at all... and truly becoming a leader may not necessarily be able to achieve the effect of matching their own cultivation strength.

Chen Yuanjun stopped talking.

He looked at the location where Huo Feng and Gu Dao left, and no one knew what he was thinking.

After Qian Shangjun put away the guqin, he remained silent and stood next to his senior brother silently. From his senior brother's perspective, the valley was empty, and the cold wind and the sound of the piano disappeared, leaving only a lingering phoenix fire.

Senior brother is watching that fire?

Qian Shangjun pursed his lips, and he suddenly had some disorderly thoughts... Badu City appeared the earliest in this war and also left the market. It is better to say that they are extremely keen than to be clean and neat.

They first came forward to intercept the Eastern Demon Realm and the Dragon Emperor Palace, and wanted to take Ning Yi's life away.

And what is the purpose of leaving now? Isn’t it because of not suffering losses? In the entire battle, only two great practitioners in Badu City participated in the battle. Judging from the rapid speed of the Fire Phoenix world, who can stop him if he wants to push back to the demon clan?

Even my senior brother is impossible...

Qian Shangjun's pupils contracted.

His breathing also became rapid.

Because a figure slowly appeared in his mind.

He looked at the tall man wearing a golden cloak beside him. At this moment, Chen Yuanjun stretched out a hand, and the red phoenix fire burning in the void followed his hand and suddenly flew over him with a sound. He was held into his palm. There was no real flame, but hovering like water droplets, over Chen Yuanjun's palm.

Chen Yuanjun stared at the flame, and his five fingers bent, gently rubbed the fingertips. The phoenix flame shattered, the empty flame bloomed, and the Shen Yuanjun was firmly held into the palm of his palm.

The golden cloak was thrown away and settled.

The man calmly felt the things mixed in this phoenix flame... divine thoughts, soul fire, and emotions.

"He is... afraid." Chen Yuanjun murmured, "What are you afraid of?"

The answer to this question...vaguely points to the direction of Xiaoyan Mountain Realm.

Chen Yuanjun's expression suddenly became gloomy. He put one hand on Qian Shangjun's shoulder and said, "I'll send you back, let the Iron Cavalry not counterattack, and directly return to the Great Wall of the North... In addition, inform the Holy Mountain and let all the sword cultivators evacuate the Tianhailou realm."

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Ning Yi crushed the blood of the ancestor of the Great Roc. He held the long sword in one hand and stood alone in the dome.

Looking down, the vast battlefield and the rolling iron cavalry were all moving towards this land, and these iron cavalry had already escaped from the most dangerous area... And the beast tide of the demon clan began to defeat under the rising counterattack.

The Tianhai Tower Realm is the last barrier in this gray world battlefield.

The great practitioners of the Eastern Demon Realm guard several major barriers of this Tianhai Tower, but the balance of this war... has begun to tilt. When did it start?

Ning Yi was a little confused.

In his ears, the wind roared and the thunder blew. In a vague way, someone shouted at his name loudly.

"Ning Yi!"

It's not calling, not calling yourself to watch, but an explosion that has been accumulated for a long time.

A kind of catharsis.

"Shushan!!"

In this land, too many people have died... at the hands of the demon clan, at the hands of the geniuses of the Eastern Demon Realm and the Dragon Emperor Palace. Here, the holy mountains of the Great Sui Dynasty were able to truly give up all prejudices, because everyone was all ally in the Ashes Land, and they were absolutely united and could rely on each other and give up their comrades behind them.

And so many sacrifices and so many deaths... every inch of this land is stained with blood. On top of the terracotta land, there has been a long time since welcoming such a happy victory as today.

The day when Donghuang defeated Luo Changsheng in Baozhu Mountain.

The spirit and spirit of the northern border were almost destroyed.

The practitioners standing at the top of the northern city watch the battle seemed to be hit hard by a sledgehammer. This was a catastrophe... Today, all the aggrievance, sadness, pain, and anger turned into hot roars and shouts.

That one hangs above the Xiaoyan Mountain Realm.

A truly invincible person for the younger generation.

He was born in Shushan and from the Sui Dynasty.

One shout after another sounded from all directions. Ning Yi held the sword with a confused expression, but his eyes gradually became clear. These people were calling themselves... Why, for what?

He took a deep breath, empty his thoughts, and looked into the distance. He saw extremely familiar figures among the crowd, including sword cynical white-clothed fighting in blood, Gu Xiaoyu wielding the big sword, Cao Ran stepping on the flame tide, and Ye Hongfu flying with his sword, familiar and intersecting... He closed his eyes in the imperial tomb, thinking that he would never see again.

Appeared.

All appeared.

Ning Yi raised the snow and said nothing, but slowly raised the sword over his head and pointed it towards the sky.

No need to speak or speak.

This is the trend, the general trend.

Those who hold the fine snow on Shu Mountain will be the general trend of the world and will make it easier for them.

The wind and thunder overlap, the heaven and earth are vast, and the sword tip is invincible.

Ning Yi exhaled the turbid air and slowly landed on the ground. His eyes were no longer full of murderous aura, but gradually became gentle. He landed at the entrance of Xiaoyan Mountain Realm, and the mountain mist was shrouded in and slowly unfolded.

The dead mountain and the decaying water are no longer the black and white appearance before. Standing at the entrance, you can see that a wisp of sword intent falls like ink, rendering it, and the entire Xiaoyan Mountain Realm has color...

The sound of a thrilling water flow came crisply, and the sound became closer and closer. It didn't sound like a collision of water droplets, but more like some sharp collision of things.

Ning Yi's lips raised slightly.

He looked at the mountains and rivers in front of him, and the waterfall was tilted open. The first ray of sword energy flew out, like an antelope hanging on its horns, and then thousands of sword energy flew over, without murderous intent or sharp energy. When they collided, they were like embracing each other and whispering, and turned into a sword energy waterfall that washed away the mountain world.

A sword sounded over the Xiaoyan Mountain Realm.

Excited and happy.

This mountain world has a new master... One sword intent after another rose from the shallow earth and rushed towards the purple shirt on the hill. As she stood up and stepped on, countless sword intents followed her. The decayed mountains and waters were no longer deserted, and the entire mountain world had color.

Vitality is abundant, and everything is revived.

Ning Yi stood at the entrance of Xiaoyan Mountain Realm. He smiled and looked in front of him, spreading his arms.

The spring breeze lingers among the mountains and rivers, and Pei Yatou runs over with a smile on her face.

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Chapter completed!