The hometown of the West Buddha, the ancient land of Changling, the space shaking, the sunset gathers, and the female emperor who went to the eastern region returned.

Not far from the stone platform where the plain clothes were sleeping, the girl often opened her eyes, looked at the figure in the air, and said, "How, have you been here?"

"kindness"

The female master nodded and said, "The Legend of Daxia has gone to Zhongzhou. I am worried about the actions of the Demon Buddha and Zitian Palace, so I came back first."

"They have not had any abnormal movements yet, but Jiyuan appears, and they cannot remain silent all the time. If this woman had not been related to Zhiming Hou, I think it would be difficult for me to guarantee that she would not be moved," said the woman often.

"If you do something in everything, you won't do anything. Since he keeps his promise and does not hesitate to give up his vitality and freedom, we can no longer do anything that makes him feel heartbroken." The female emperor responded.

The woman often sighed lightly, looked at the sleeping figure on the stone platform not far away, and said, "The vitality of his body is losing faster and faster. Let's make a decision as soon as possible. Under the Changling fortune as soon as possible, we can ensure that the other two bodies are not affected."

When the female master heard this, she looked down and said, "Wait a little longer, you can't choose this method unless you have to."

"I can't wait, the degree to which his vitality dissipates was beyond our expectations. Once the soul of life begins to collapse, it will be too late," said the female common man.

"I'll find a way to do this. Not long after you have just entered the perfection, the most important thing now is to stabilize the state and not let his sacrifice be wasted," said the female respectfully.

"I understand that this matter is not easy, but I must do my best. Although Changling and the female master are listed as taboos by the hometown of Xi Buddha, we should do it. We cannot be ungrateful. Changling traps his freedom and cannot take his life again!" The female always said seriously.

The female master nodded and responded to the promise he and her were to help her clone reach perfection. Now he has done so, giving up all his skills and helping her daughter to successfully enter the supreme realm.

However, none of them expected that the years in the forbidden area were unbalanced, and the passage of life and life span. After the body of the body was stripped away, they became unconscious for three years, and their vitality became weaker and weaker.

For fair trade, he has paid back his freedom and should not have paid back his life.

Changling is not good at strange and strange techniques. If you want to prolong your life, you must find another method.

Perhaps, after solving the problem of the butterfly in the flower, she needs to go to Kitahara.

In the sky outside the sky, in the starry sky, the immortal corpse parades past, like a meteor, passing by in a blink of an eye.

Behind the back, the phoenix spread its wings, constantly chasing, sailing towards the depths of the universe.

Perhaps, I will never be able to return to the world after leaving, but the parade of the immortal corpse is the only existence that Zhiming has seen the closest to the immortals in his eyes. Perhaps, the place where the immortal priest is going has the answer he has been looking for.

The star field is vast and witnessed the passage of time. The three dragon corpses are as fast as the extreme of heaven and earth. Even the extremely phoenix can only barely catch up with it.

"That's, Phoenix"

When the dragon corpse and phoenix were chasing forward and back, they drove over a star of life, and the strong man on earth at the peak of the three disasters saw it and stepped on his feet and rushed directly into the sky.

However, the dragon corpse and the phoenix are too fast, and in a flash, they have disappeared from afar.

I don’t know how long I have been chasing, maybe for a month, maybe for two months, or for a year, there is no difference between day and night in the starry sky, the fairy sedan chair has not stopped, and the phoenix has not stopped, constantly driving towards the depths of the universe.

Just when Ning Chen thought he would pursue forever, in front of a deserted star, the immortal sedan stopped and fell on it.

As the ding-ling ding-ling sounded, ghostly spirit was everywhere in the sedan chair, and a beautiful figure in a red wedding dress walked out, with a red veil covering her head, and the familiar aura was shocking.

Behind, the phoenix transformed into shape and Ning Chen appeared. When he saw the woman walking out of the fairy sedan chair, his body trembled violently and his heart was filled with storm.

It's a ghost girl!

It is not a previous Rakshasa or an illusory mirror. It is undoubtedly a ghost girl with the same aura.

Perhaps, one day, you will not recognize yourself if you know your fate, but you will never recognize the most beautiful figure in your memory.

People always feel deeper when they feel deeper.

At the same time, above Zhongzhou, the storm and clouds are changing, and legends are coming in person, walking through the land of Zhongzhou without any rush or slow pace.

Qingyi, Hei, Leng Yan, and handsome, the single Prince of Daxia Yan is not to be a martial arts or a sword, but to seek justice for the younger generation.

He doesn't care if his peers fight, and he can ignore him even if he bullies the young and old. People always need to be tempered to grow faster. However, again and again, the various religions in Zhongzhou are too bullying.

Because of an illusory prophecy, I will gather the power of the world to deal with a young man who has been born and died in the world. Do you really think that there will be no elders after knowing your destiny?

The wind is cold in the tail of the clothes, the wind whistles and flows through the clouds, and the strongest sword in the land of China comes with a solemn body. After a while, the various sects in Zhongzhou are in full swing.

Half a day later, the ancient Tuli realm, a secret place protected by numerous formations. At this moment, Qingyi walked in the distance, step by step. Before the person arrived, the sword intent had already penetrated the cold wind to break through the formation of the protection land.

The formation scattered, and people passed by, and they never stopped for a second step.

Deep in the ancient realm, after fighting with the Demon Butterfly, Tu Lizun, who was in seclusion, felt that the Tu Li formation outside was broken, his expression darkened, and his figure flashed, blocking the invaders.

"Who are you? You dare to trek into the ancient Tuli realm," Tulizun said coldly.

"Prince of Daxia Yan"

The legend waved his hand and a sword stand appeared not far away. The five swords had different auras, but they were equally powerful.

"No need to talk nonsense. Three tricks, if you don't die, Xia Yan commits suicide on the spot."

The legend of Daxia showed murderous intentions. With a grasp of his right hand, the sword frame vibrated, and the light was filled with brightness. A bone-black chill spread out, and the green sword was unsheathed, and a hundred miles of ice was frozen.

"furious"

Tu Lizun looked cold, stepped under his feet, jumped into the air, his left palm condensed into the earth, and the black mist rolled like waves, and his whole body and palm were slapped with the momentum of falling to the sky.

The first move is like a mountain opening, and the ancient realm is shocking.

Under the might of the sky, the legend is as motionless as a mountain. The green sword is extremely hot and violent. The void condenses, and the wind and clouds lose their voices.

The palm and sword confrontation is the most accurate sword in the world. It breaks through the black fog and dyes the vermilion red with one sword.

The sword intent entered his body, Tu Lizun let out a muffled groan, and blood fell down the corners of his mouth.

"Tu Li lost his life, the sky fell"

When I saw the sword on my life, a ferocious look flashed across Tu Lizun's face. Regardless of the sword that penetrated his palm, the palm force gathered evil energy, and the momentum of falling into the sky was several times more serious.

The second move is like falling from the sky, falling from a hundred miles.

The Qing Jian was controlled, and the legend let go of the sword holding hand and pointed to Ningyuan. The sword's extreme intention circled around and turned into an invisible sword. The sword broke the broken arm and blood spilled all over the sky.

"Well"

The left arm was broken and the palm stopped. It was too late for Tu Lizun to withdraw his move, and his figure was still anxious to approach the legend in front of him.

The third move is that the country changes hands, the sword passes, and the wind stops.

In his eyes, the last scene reflected, on the broken arm's palm, the green sword flew back to the legend's hand. The moment the two moves were transformed, the green robe dissipated, and a sword was used to seal the throat.

"impossible"

The unbelievable eyes had not yet been closed, and the next moment, the head flew up and blood gushed into the sky.

At the last glance, I saw the only one on the sword. Is it lucky or unfortunate? Tu Lizun had a mouth, but he could never say it again.

Keng, flowing light passed by, the green sword returned to the sheath, the legend waved his hand to put away his sword, turned around and left.

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