Gao Lan stood on Your Highness, holding the jade seal of the Northern Zhou Emperor in his hand, pointed it out diagonally, and the light golden light followed, making the entire palace magnificent.

The sun, moon, stars and shadows are floating on the top of the palace, mountains, rivers and mountains are filled with mountains, rivers and mountains. One palace has evolved into a world, with many phantoms crawling inside, including solemn and noble gods, indifferent immortals, killing and falling evil spirits, and various great monsters.

The Human Emperor Sword stops the demons from turmoiling the earth, ends the mythical era, and opens up a peerless magic weapon for the prosperity of the human race!

The sword body is covered with the blood of immortals, gods and demons, condenses into the figures of various races on the back, and the blood of the powerful human race has merged from generation to generation. The thoughts of a clan for tens of thousands of years have been tempered, and it has reached its peak, suppressed the world, and the king's way is the best!

In Changle City, the chaos for many days made many common people feel anxious. Some prayed to God and Buddha, some depended on the strong and fell into the evil path. At this moment, their hearts were shaken at the same time, and a majestic voice sounded in their minds:

"I am Gao Lan, the lord of the Great Zhou Dynasty, who protects the subjects and does not teach immortals, gods, demons and demons to plunder!"

The people felt that this voice was full of prestige and were involuntarily moved, as if they had found the backbone and found the leader who led them and others to support each other to avoid disasters. Some of them fell to the ground, some were crying, some were cheering, and some were united, and a stream of invisible aura rushed into the void.

"I am Gao Lan, the lord of the Great Zhou Dynasty, guarding the subjects, and not teaching immortals, gods, demons and demons to plunder!"+

There is a similar voice in the hearts of Jing, Lulong, Juyuan, every city, every village, and every subject in the Northern Zhou Dynasty. There is no distinction between distance and distance, no distinction between high and low, their beliefs, their will, and their desires are invisibly connected.

Outside a county city, the "Six Destroyed Yama" slapped down with a palm, destroying the city-shaking formation, and the heroes and ordinary people inside fell into despair at the same time.

At this moment, they heard Gao Lan's voice and grabbed the last straw.

Suddenly, the light radiated into the sky, and a statue of the emperor was highlighted on the city, with the robe of the Yellow Emperor and the Pingtian crown, handsome and cold. His lips were extremely thin, as if he was Gao Lan himself. He instantly crossed hundreds of thousands of miles away and appeared here.

Gao Lan swung the long golden sword in his hand, and the images of immortals, gods and demons engraved on the back were highlighted. The blood of the powerful man who had been integrated in the past was immortal, and finally frozen in the "evil image"!

The kingly meaning is revealed, the evil aura dissipates, and the "Six Destroyed Yama Golem" is like encountering a nemesis. Its movement is slow, and the sea of ​​destructive energy that collapsed around it opens open, and the destructive air ball that explodes everywhere turns into two halves like tofu.

The long sword of light gold was slashed down, and the six-destroying Yama statues were divided into two. They returned to an evil bone.

The Human Emperor’s Sword comes out, and the evil demon gives the head!

On the border between the Northern Zhou Dynasty and the grassland, Gao Lan's figure suddenly appeared over the sky. He jumped into the high place, and there was the battlefield between Daman and He Qi.

His face was cold, and he was also carrying the face of mountains, rivers, sun, moon and stars. He swung another sword.

When Daman saw Gao Lan attacking him, he was quite surprised, but quickly returned to peace. He grabbed his hand and countless dots of wishes gathered into a statue of god, and the statue of golden divine fire was burned all over.

As soon as this statue appeared, it pounced on Gao Lan. There were vines wrapped around the body behind it, and the strange insects flying all over the sky were all transformed by witchcraft magical powers, striving to block them for a moment.

Gao Lan's eyes were faint, his thin lips were closed, and he replaced the sky with himself. He turned his direction and immediately stood above the statue of the gods and various witchcraft magic powers, and then he slashed the Human Emperor sword vertically.

The light gold flows, the blood changes, the map of the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers and rivers behind the high view remains unchanged, but the immortals, gods and demons surrounding them suddenly shrink, leaving only the appearance of the gods and the noble and noble gods.

The long sword hit the statue of the god, the golden flames dissipated, the light spot of the wish power dissipated, turning into a flying rain in the sky, without any resistance. The magical powers behind it were also smoothed with one sword in the Heavenly Realm, as if they had encountered a natural nemesis.

Seeing the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers and rivers on the front, there were figures of immortals, gods and demons crawling on the back, and the hilts of farming, fish and herds on the hilt of the sword, the human race was full of things, Daman was suddenly shocked and blurted out:

"Human Emperor Sword!"

Man conquers heaven, and the enemy of immortals, gods and demons!

And it seemed that he had woken up to the level of Earth Immortal! Daman knew that the Human Emperor Sword was powerful and had no intention of fighting anymore. He hurriedly used his life-saving magical power and planned to escape far away.

Unfortunately, if he only encountered Gao Lan alone, he would have a chance to survive. At this moment, when the Human Emperor Sword cut off his "stand-in-place", the true body of the blue god not far away was forced out by the invisible and invisible sword energy and was caught up by Gao Lan.

After a few breaths, Daman stood in the air. There were sword energy on the blue and blue gods storming from the inside to the outside, disintegrating inch by inch. Even the strange blue-black vine stick was controlled by Gao Lan.

Daman falls, immortality and incense is enough to be reborn, but it will take countless years.

At this time, He Qi suddenly looked up and looked into the sky. He saw a purple meteor crossing the sky, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he was shocked:

"Cui Qinghe has fallen!"

Gao Lan looked up and turned around, facing the south, the flat crown was not chaotic, the bright yellow robe moved with the wind, majestic and solemnly declared to all directions:

"I am Gao Lan, the lord of the Great Zhou, and I will be there wherever there are people of my Great Zhou!"

This is the wonderful use of the Human Emperor Sword and the Emperor's Jade Seal!

As soon as he finished speaking, Gao Lan appeared on the border between Northern Zhou and Great Jin. Then he combined his sword with his body, and the light golden light cut through the void and rushed towards a long-awaited enemy.

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In Shaolin Temple, in the relic pagoda, the monk Konghui of the Sutra Pavilion sat upright on the upper floor. In front of him was a razor knife covered with the breath of the world. Ananda broke the razor knife, and there were Buddha statues around him. Under each statue was a glazed relic, which was transformed by the monks of all generations after their deaths. There were many rahers relics and even bodhidharma relics!

Due to his secret injuries, not only was the first Wu Si in the Bodhi Court, but the elder Wu Wang of the Bodhi Court assisted in controlling the array here, but even the first Koji Temple, who had been facing the wall for ten years, was allowed to go out for a short time, inspect all parties in the temple, and prevent hidden dangers. Only Wu Jing, the first Wu Jing, in front of the Precepts Court, was deeply enchanted, was also detained on the wall below the relic tower.

As for the elder Xuanmo of the Bodhi Dean, Kong heard the abbot's junior brother Kongxiang, he sat in the pass of Nirvana and the other sat in the dry Zen. Because he was far from the time of life and death, he was as solid as a god, and did not disturb them.

In the most inconspicuous and neglected peddler, Xuan Xin, the fat monk with a belly shy belly, looked at the sky, calculated the time, suddenly stood up, threw away the fat meat and wine, and his smile became solemn, and he felt a little happy and relieved.

He shook his head, and his body suddenly grew bigger, nine feet tall, covered with white hair, and wings on his back. It turned out to be a monster, a monster covered by the art of change!

Xuan Xin spit out a gourd from his mouth, and pointed his hand, and a white light rose from the gourd, and a banner hung from the white light, with five colors and thousands of light reflected.

"I have been bored for more than ten years, and finally it started!" He shook gently, and all demons suddenly roared under the relic tower in the back mountain. One of the auras was powerful and terrifying, no worse than the Peacock Demon King. He rushed to the relic tower and shaking, and the relics in the inner relic shone brightly. The color was made of glass, and in addition, there were many demon-level auras.

"The Baize Demon King suppressed by Master Yuankong is not dead yet?" The relic tower shook, and Kong Hui was a little surprised. Although the lifespan of the demon race has always been longer than that of the human race, the Baize Demon King should have died long ago!

He didn't bother to tell the reason, and he made a seal in his hand. He chanted awe in a low voice. Relics flew up and embedded them in the tower. The relic of Bodhidharma jumped into the palm of Konghui and reflected with Ananda's sword. Wusi and Wuwang quickly helped control the shaky mountain protection formation, where there was a glazed burial barrier woven by countless thousands of characters and Prajna Sutra and other scriptures.

For a moment, the relics tower was full of glass, and it appeared in the realm of Vajra, firmly suppressing all demons at the bottom of the tower.

Outside the Shaolin Mountain Gate, an elegant middle-aged man was waiting with his hands behind his back. He had a handsome face, black hair, and casually tied a wooden hairpin. He had a kind of strange charm like a god and a demon. He was the "magic master" Han Guang.

He did not go to Xuantian Sect, but came to Shaolin Temple!

Han Guang was surrounded by a gray-haired master with an ugly face, like a demon.

Seeing the Shaolin formation shaking, Han Guang seemed to have expected it, and he held it leisurely with his right hand. Time was slow, and the endless characters and scriptures that flowed through layers suddenly seemed to solidify.

He accurately grasped the fleeting flaw!

"Attacking" Shaolin Temple is also an attack on the right way!

Han Guang grabbed his left hand, and the two figures disappeared, and the barrier of the glazed womb hiding recovered instantly, as if nothing unusual was happening.

Somewhere in the back mountain, Han Guang's figure flashed away, penetrated the void, and entered the secret path.

He was extremely fast and arrived at the fork in an instant, guarding an exterior monk.

The monk was wearing a red cassock and his face was withered, like a rotten tree. He sensed someone approaching. He was about to ask, but he was already in a slow time. He was slapped by Han Guang's palm and turned into dust.

Han Guang kept walking, and he reached the point where "love, righteousness, kindness, kindness, benevolence, don't enter this door."

He turned around and said to the gray-haired master: "Turn the magic skills and open this door. After the matter is done, I will return your adopted son to you."

"Yes, the sect master." The gray-haired master had an ugly face, crazy eyes, and was full of evil.

Han Guang had a wide robe and big sleeves, with his hands in his arms waiting, his face was angular, his temperament was mature and deep, and he smiled slightly in his heart:

"The current situation is chaotic and turbulent, but the details are just the details. Only by improving yourself is the king!"

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Meng Qi didn't know where he had broken through the air. It was a barren mountain and there was no breath of a strong man nearby.

He felt that his sleeve robe was about to explode, so he quickly swung it and threw out Hasulla, the leader of the Golden Tent warrior, and connected his long sword with his right hand very quickly, following and slashing towards the enemy.

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In the Xijian Pavilion, Jiang Zhiwei was responsible for the order inside the door to prevent anyone from taking advantage of the chaos.

Suddenly, she felt something and looked into the sky, and saw a purple meteor crossing the sky.

"Cui Qinghe has fallen." A familiar voice sounded in her ears.

"Master! Have you come out of seclusion?" Jiang Zhiwei turned her head in surprise and saw her master Su Wuming, wearing a blue shirt, empty, as if she had nothing to do with me. He had a handsome face, but his eyes were indifferent and deep, as if he had experienced several worldly affairs and had rolled in many worlds.

Su Wuming nodded slightly, and seemed to have a little emotion in his tone: "It is always difficult to achieve perfection in the world. If you have to escape from the 50th day of the world, you still have to avoid being forced."

As soon as he finished speaking, a fragment of a mirror flew out of his hand and floated in front of him.

This piece of fragment is dark and dull, but it seems to reflect all kinds of phantoms and the infinite universe.

Jiang Zhiwei's heart moved, remembering what the little monk said, and blurted out:

"Haotian Mirror Fragments!" (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!