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In the hometown of West Buddha, the bright moon shines brightly, and waves of pursuit have been going on for several days. One Buddhist strongman, the Xiao clan, the Yan clan, the Zhao family, and even the Rong clan are surrounded again and join forces to fight against the strongman from other countries.

"Super the scroll of nothing, and spare you forever." In front of the strong Buddhists, a Buddha in red walked out with a cold eyes and a cold face. He looked at the figure of the blue-robed clothes in the middle and said coldly.

"What are you talking nonsense to him? Kill first." A young man with a cold expression walked out and said.

Prince Yan ignored it, glanced at the little girl behind him, and asked calmly, "Aman, are you afraid?"

"Not afraid" Aman shook his head and said.

After saying that, Aman looked at the Buddha in red in front of him, and was somewhat unhappy to learn from someone and whispered, "Bald Donkey".

"Oh"

Prince Yan chuckled, waved his hand, and the sword frame flew in front of him, holding the Qinghong swords with both hands, pulled them out, and replied, "Don't learn bad things from that kid."

At the lowest point, those present were all powerful people above the fourth tribulation of the innate world. How could they not hear this scolding? The Buddha in red flashed intent in his eyes, and the sword slashed out, bypassed Prince Yan, and rushed directly towards Aman.

"Clam"

A sound of sword collision sounded, and the green sword blocked the sword of the sword. The sword force changed and the red-clothed Buddha was shaken.

"If anyone dares to touch her again, I will not leave my life under the sword?" Prince Yan said with a cold expression.

"furious"

The young man from the Owl tribe snorted coldly, his figure swept past like an eagle, turning his three fingers into claws, and grabbed Aman.

Prince Yan finally had murderous intent in his eyes. The aura of the two swords suddenly turned, the black shattered crown, the flying and dancing, and the unprecedented sense of terrible oppression spread out.

The never-before-realized side of the world, the legend of Daxia appeared to kill the body, peace was no longer there, the murderous intent overflowed, the sword came out for a moment, the finger flew, the blood splattered, and the throat was sealed with one sword.

The powerful man at the peak of the Five Tribulations shocked everyone present with one move.

"kill"

The Buddha in red looked dark and slashed his sword. The powerful aura of the three disasters rose and opened the darkness.

The Xiao clan, Yan clan, Rong clan, and the three top-level strong men used their moves at the same time, with their palms opening to the nine heavens, and their halberd falling into the yellow spring. The other strong men also joined forces to kill the two people in front of them.

Buddhism, three clans, four three disasters, and dozens of innate, extremely powerful lineups, and the breaths are connected, which makes this world closed.

Qinghong swung and killed her, and a waterfall was brilliant. Four powerful people with three disasters felt powerful and oppressed. The sword light that could not be blocked was like a god of death under the moon. Only killing, the remaining soldiers cut off their souls and blood splattered everywhere.

The legend of Daxia shows the most terrifying side, the sword is merciless, the underworld opens the way, and the underworld welcomes people.

The blood splashed on the sword, waterfalls bloomed one after another, and the legend of the murderous Xia Dynasty appeared. The black flying danced, the sword was solemn and killed. In the moment of his eyes, another figure was seen, under the sword of desperation.

At this moment, behind Prince Yan, in the Zhao family camp, a black ancient bow bent, a terrifying aura flowed, and the dark green light gathered, forming a terrifying arrow that broke through the air.

The arrow came out for a moment, the space trembled, the blue and red felt, the sword breath swept away, the legend of Daxia passed by, the light of the arrow passed by, a trace of black fell, and fell to the ground.

"You are dead"

Prince Yan's eyes turned cold, and with a wave of his hand, the sand sword flew out, and the green and red swords left his hand, turning into a meteor that soared into the sky, and headed straight into the sky.

"Four swords move the world, the world falls together"

The moves of the world appear, four swords shaking all directions and falling down with a bang. The heaven and earth collapsed, and the shattered void brought dark gullies, blood, and residual limbs, flying all over the sky.

After a terrifying move, the more than ten innate powerful men who were closest to were all knocked out. In the Zhao family's camp, blood and bones flew everywhere. The person holding the bow had blood sprayed like rain, falling down with no power, and blood in his mouth kept gushing out.

The terrifying scene was shocking. The three tribes' leaders fell to the ground and vomited a mouthful of blood, barely stabilizing their bodies. Looking at the tragic situation in front of them, they looked horrified and couldn't believe it.

"Zhao family, will... will..."

The man in the purple robe holding the bow gradually lost his eyes. He had no time to say the last words. The Zhao family, who was roaming the four states, finally tasted the most bone-bone pain today.

"retreat"

When the Buddha in red saw that the situation was not good, he moved his feet and took the Buddhists behind him out of the battle.

The Rong tribe, Xiao tribe, and Yan tribe also dared not fight again and quickly evacuated.

"Clam"

Qing, red, sand, stopping the spear, four swords returned to the sheath, fell into the sword frame, Prince Yan kept his murderous intentions around him, glanced at the little girl beside him, and said calmly, "Let's go, it's time to send Wuzhichuan over."

"kindness"

Aman nodded obediently, stepped forward and carried the sword frame, and left with the former.

Zhiming Hou Mansion, with plain clothes under the moon, quietly looking at the moon in the sky, longing unconsciously surged in my heart, the warmth and warmth of the world, and only after I tasted it all, I realized it was profound.

Suddenly, my heart trembled and painful, like a thousand swords engraved in my heart, one sword at a time, reflected in my heart.

In the hometown of West Buddha, Aman looked at the words on the scroll in front of him, and the true essence transformed knife was engraved into his heart with strokes. The technique of engraving the heart was the first time after a thousand years.

Apart from two realms, the news is completely closed, and no method can work. Only by passing the letter through two people who are fully connected with blood can the contents of the scroll of nothing be transmitted to the land of China.

In front of Aman, Prince Yan stood with his back to his back, silently speaking, and his heart was filled with pain that ordinary people could not tolerate. The persistence of these two younger generations made people feel distressed.

The whole text is engraved into the heart. The two people who are separated by two places endure great pain. However, only at this time can they feel the existence of each other.

Little blood slid down from the corners of his mouth, dyeing the clothes in front of them red. This sudden fate in the Manchu Palace has tied the two together since that moment. The girl who once did not understand the world and the boy who once had weak wings, when he first met, his slightly childish words were indeed the most beautiful memories in the world.

As the moon travels westward, a blood-stained heavenly book spread from the homeland of West Buddha to the land of China. The last stroke fell, and a slight slight stroke across the corner of Aman's mouth and he fainted immediately.

Zhiming Hou Mansion, with plain clothes, his eyes darkened, walked into the study room and closed the door.

In Manyang Country, in front of Fupan Mountain where snow cherry blossoms drifted, the dark aura came. I glanced at the snow-covered mountain pass, turned into a stream of light and walked up.

It turns out that he should have thought of here long ago.

Fupan Mountain, Manyang Sacred Mountain, and Baqi are gods believed in by Manyang Kingdom. It is not surprising that they hide here.

Qinghong figure appeared and quickly followed.

In Fupan Mountain, Benjiang walked in and walked step by step towards the mountain. After the volcano stopped, the dead mountain became the territory where Yaqi lived, and the cold breath was everywhere.

I don’t know how long I walked, Bianjiang stopped, looked at the rocks in front of me, slapped it with a loud bang, and the sky shook and the earth moved.

A strange black light ball flew out from the gravel in the sky. Before he could escape, Bianjiang took it into his hands and wiped out his spiritual consciousness.

Behind, Li Luo frowned slightly, and he could not see what the light ball that flew into Bianjiang's hands was.

The three palace masters have different tasks and their intelligence is also different. Even as the leader of Eternal Night, he cannot easily interfere with the tasks of the other two palace masters.

The two left one after another, Zhiming Hou Mansion, Qinghong walked out of the study, her face changed, and the same face appeared in both places at the same time. The next moment, she walked outside the Hou Mansion.

The Eternal Night God Sect, who had already lurked outside the Marquis' Mansion, saw the figure walking out of the Marquis' Mansion and immediately followed. However, after just less than ten miles from the imperial city, the former was lost.

In the academy, the blue and red figures appeared and the face changed. It was the Marquis of Zhiming who was rumored to be seriously injured and dying.

"Master, Wuzhishu has been found." Ning Chen said solemnly in the wooden house.

Hearing this, the Master, who was sorting out ancient books, paused in his hand, raised his head, and said slowly, "Go and find Daokui, he will guide you in practicing."

"I have something to worry about, I hope my master will give me some advice," Ning Chen said.

"What's the matter?" said the Master.

"Zi Yi's soul is still in the Central Spirit Realm. I wonder if there is any way to retrieve it?" Ning Chen asked.

The Master was silent for a moment and said, "If the leader of the Eternal Night God Sect can retrieve his bīngqì, his power can barely reach the level of the third disaster. In the Central Spirit Realm, you may be able to compete with the seven-minded Heaven with limited power. If you want to save Xia Ziyi's soul, this is the only way."

Ning Chen narrowed his eyes. This matter was also very difficult. Although Li Luo knew the position of the Yanyun Divine Ghost, he had to pass the guard of Pluto. He really had no confidence in facing a strong man who was close to the Great Perfection of the Three Disasters.

The Middle Spirit Realm is the junction of the two realms. Pluto cannot reach Shenzhou, nor can they reach the world where Pluto is located. The Middle Spirit Realm is supported by the Smoke Cloud God. Its ability to bear is limited, and Pluto dares not come to too much power.

However, even so, enemies who are close to the level of the Great Perfection of the Three Disasters do not pass, but pass.

"If you have completed the ban move of the scroll of life, your body and foundation will be improved quickly in a short period of time. This is also the fastest way to improve your strength in a short period of time. However, this move cannot be practiced, remember," the Master reminded seriously.

"Yeah, thank you for your advice"

Ning Chen nodded, then bowed respectfully, and retreated.

Half a day later, Qinghong returned to the Marquis' Mansion. When it was late at night, Li Luo appeared in the courtyard and appeared out of thin air.

Two people, one by one, one by one, one by one, sat facing each other in the academy, exchanging information with each other.

"Master, I have always had a question to ask, is this true face of your body?" Ning Chen asked.

"Of course" Li Luo took a sip of tea and said, "Otherwise, how could he hide it from Benjiang?"

"One person and two-body are really incredible," Ning Chen sighed softly.

"Haha, the remaining copies passed down after the last time the five domains were cleaned, and they are already incomplete. If the Marquis of Knowing Destiny wants to learn, I can teach you," Li Luo smiled faintly and said.

"Then I would like to thank you for your generosity," Ning Chen said with respect.

"Hey, don't call me senior. We are not that familiar with each other. Moreover, I can't teach you in vain. You have to pay for it," Li Luo said with a smile.

Ning Chen bent his mouth slightly and said, "What is there in the Marquis' Mansion? The leader can like it, just take it whatever you want."

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