When the Dharma Word came, Li Ji was hiding among the crowd and looking around. When an order was shouting, the Jindan people around him hurriedly dodged, leaving him alone, standing there without any escape!

Duan Liu's order made him very angry and he was reluctant to accept it, but all the monks above the Golden Pill and Golden Pill were watching him, and in full view of everyone, he couldn't say anything!

As hesitated, the voice of the sect leader Duanliu Zhenren came from his ears.

"Blade Wing! I don't care who you are? What are you doing to defy the heavens? Are you shouldering the mission of Qingkong Xuanyuan? After today's battle, you will not blame any of your past events. After the battle of Shenyin, you will be at your own risk. How about it?"

Li Ji sighed, "I can't escape what I should come." He found that as long as there is a place where the True Lord exists, all his hidden concealment seems to be ridiculous!"

Now, there are no unnecessary thoughts, and it doesn’t matter when they will be discovered. What’s important is that they are all grasshoppers on the same line. Let’s talk about it first.

In a blink of an eye, he was determined to be a decisive person. He would never carry what he should put down. Just as he was about to jump up, an acquaintance came out of the group of monks. Taoist Lelai brought out a glass of strong wine, then threw a flame fruit into the wine, and brought it to Li Ji.

"Junior brother, please drink this wine first!"

This is the custom of exile. If a person makes a promise and travels far away, and dies, when the hardships of death begin, friends will often offer such a cup of wine, throwing flames and fruits into the wine, spontaneously ignite it, taking its fearless obstacles and illuminating my heart.

Flame fruit, a strange fruit that burns when exposed to water, has no special effect. It is just a kind of intention. Drinkers should drink it within ten breaths and drink it while the flame is not extinguished to have a good sign.

Li Ji waved his hand, and the man was already in the air, and his body was floating, and a sentence came from his mouth.

"Put the wine, and I will come!"

He drew his sword and flew away invisibly. The monks heard the drums outside the formation and shouted loudly, as if the sky had destroyed the earth and collapsed, and the mountain was shattered, and everyone was shocked!

Just as he was about to find out, the flying sword roared, and the person arrived in front of the formation, Li Jitikunnu's head threw it underground, and his wine was still burning, and he drank it all in one drink.

Outside the formation, there was no sound; within the formation, there was joy, half of the sea water, half of the flames!

Later generations praised the poem:

The exiled land of Shenyin Mountain, the clouds roll and the sky shook the bloody battle.

A sword roared out from the wind, and I dared to praise the world's number one pill!

Six fingers were hidden in the crowd, looking at Li Ji's back with a complicated expression. This Xuanyuan Sword Cultivator put a lot of pressure on him, which exceeded all the heavenly Nascent Souls. Not only his mind, but also his hard power. Such people, as well as the sects behind him, made him feel that his plan might not be smooth sailing!

Upwards of Zhaixing Tower, Duan Liu smiled slightly, "Did you see it clearly?"

Bai Bo nodded bitterly, "The legendary sword cultivator's method, one sword divides life and death! It's really a rumor! If Xuanyuan sword cultivator is at this level, then other Qingkong sects will not be much weaker. Let's stay in exile and manage their own one-acre three-point land!"

Duan Liu smiled, "Young brother, don't be discouraged. Judging from my experience, there are not many golden elixirs of Qingkong at the same level, don't belittle yourself!

Let’s talk about business, do I still have the opportunity to run a place of exile again now?”

Bai Bo looked at his senior brother in confusion. To be honest, as a hardliner, he was dissatisfied with the sect strategy formulated by his senior brother, but for hundreds of years, Duanliu had never disappointed him in terms of major issues, so he believed in miracles.

"Senior brother, just guard it passively?"

Duan Liu looked into the distance, "There will change, there will always be something. No matter whether you want it or not... you will not die against the will of heaven, nor will you be in exile and return to your former glory. The so-called struggle between forces, after all, is an art of compromise. After you finish your debut, there will always be room for survival, as long as you don't want to be the only one! "

Duan Liu left by himself, leaving behind the inexplicable and distracting meaning revealed by Bai Bo and the others in their thoughts, but they couldn't figure it out no matter how hard they thought about it!

After Li Ji burned wine to kill Kunnu, his morale surged. He felt that the Blood River Gu Alliance was nothing great, but he fought hard, but the result was unknown?

Only a few who have sharp eyes and broad knowledge doubted Li Ji's strength that was completely inconsistent with the level of exile cultivation. However, this doubt seemed a bit insignificant under the enthusiasm of the crowd, and Li Ji no longer cared at all.

The foundation was blown away, and I was just covering up!

On the side of the Blood River Gu Alliance, the momentum that had been brewing was 50% destroyed by the fool Kunnu, but the Blood River monk still had the courage. At present, the Golden Pill Yuanying came to ask for battle, but they were rejected by Tianhe.

"From a fellow Taoist, where does the root of that silver wing come from?"

From Tianhe's perspective, it is impossible to see that Li Ji's methods are not the inheritance of the Nitian Sect at all. They have been in a state of being ill for thousands of years and have long been able to understand each other's background.

"The main world of Qingkong, sword cultivator!" Master Bi Gu did not hesitate. Their Gu Alliance was the closest connection with the main world, so he had a very accurate vision in this regard.

"It's either Xuanyuan or Yunding! But with this son's killing spirit, Xuanyuan should be the most likely!" Via Gu added.

"Is it a large-scale invasion? Or an accident?" This is what Tianhe cares most about.

"If it is a large-scale and planned one, Ni Tian would not send this person to this time! Even Tianyuan would not let him play, attracting our attention! Instead, gathering all his strength and slamming down!"

Via Gu is in his heart, "Emperor and the main world, although the passage is basically cut off, there are still fish that escape the net. In this regard, my Gu Alliance has the right to speak.

This move against the will of heaven is just a deliberate use of this person's appearance to interfere with our judgment, making us dare not attack in large quantities! In essence, we should just put our hope on the True Lord of Xi Xiang!

Therefore, we must conquer Shenyin Mountain as soon as possible, not only to prevent the recovery of the Western Paradise, but also to completely occupy three space channels that may still exist to prevent future troubles. Otherwise, if the main world sects really invade, with their strength, what will we block it?"

Tianhe Zhenren discovered that after a long thousand years of preparation, the Blood River channel's control of the general trend was even worse than the low-key and tolerant Gu Alliance, which made him feel very uncomfortable. He was unwilling to act according to other people's scripts, but now, what other good ways can he have besides accelerating the capture of Shenyin Mountain?
Chapter completed!