In this world, Taihang, the island in the middle of the lake.

Chu Xing'er sat on the branch and looked up at the strange and illusion changing on the clouds.

The mottled colors enveloped the sky and extended far away. This color was still the same as Chu Xinger's vision.

The outlines of towering mountains and palaces can be vaguely seen in the treacherous illusion.

These phantoms appear and disappear from time to time, floating in the same illusory heavy rain. The huge dragon-shaped arrows were in it, as if they were to shoot down the palace to the earth.

It's the third day.

She didn't know why Chi Jiao was traveling on this trip, so she took huge risks to go to another small world.

Maybe you are well prepared, but in the current environment, it is better to say that your own strength is strong enough than preparation or back-up.

The dragon shape suppresses the human-shaped black shadows that rise in the palace. Occasionally, the thunder flashes and reflects the hideous shadows of the scales.

Many visitors have entered Taihang in the past few days. Obviously, this cross-border battle has attracted many creatures.

Maybe I am curious, maybe I am coveted, maybe I am respected.

Chu Xing'er doesn't care. As long as the creatures who step into Taihang abide by these rules, she will not take action to drive people away.

Qingyan and Chi Jiao’s judgment is correct. She is not good at killing, but she has never said that she is not good at diligence.

Ginkgo Buddha's hand uses a tree to save people.

The projection of the girl looking at the battle from afar is rare and solemn.

"Amitabha." She chanted the Buddha's name and bathed in the golden light of ginkgo leaves, as if she had plated a real Buddha robe for her, although this robe seemed a bit bloated.

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In the heavy rain, the golden candle is constant.

The emperors in the Taoist dynasty are fighting hard.

This demon emperor who appeared in the world turned into his ancestors, followed by a melodious sound of flute, the inscriptions that emerged from the Taoist dynasty returned to silence.

At the same time, the heavy rain lasted for three days and three nights, suppressing the imperial domain.

The sword eyes formed by the golden sword and the red sword are filled with fog, and flowers are blooming. The sixteen ancient swords on the outside roar, and there is no sword energy, this is the radius of heaven and earth! Tear the palaces, mountains, and the bodies of their fellow men, and we have to plow the green lock!

The red dragon wrapped in a moonlit river and held the killing formation.

Without the imperial realm, they still have magic and weapons. However, the natural weapon of the Jigong weapon killed the dragon's body, and most of the strength was blocked by the surging rivers and could not be hurt at all. The only thing that did not change was the bronze cauldron above the dragon's head. He had never participated in this battlefield except for running vibrantly. The deer king standing at the entrance of the trip only occasionally casted cold eyes at them.

The bronze tripod is depicting the appearance of this world.

Including them.

Another fierce sword energy, which was stimulating.

Emperor Fu'an covered the wound on his left chest and retreated, his old brows tightly. Even if the Qingsuoshan killing formation returned to silent, the bones were as quiet as they were, they and eight emperors who had been in the Ji Palace realm for a long time should not be so embarrassed even if they were defeated.

This strange rain suppressed the imperial realm that was extremely important to the emperor, and there was nowhere to use his magical powers and methods.

The sound of rain mixed with ancient beats, and the emperor could see the golden flute standing across the sky when he looked up. The ancient scriptures flowed and intertwined, and the bright light was particularly obvious in the dim rainy day.

This true artifact is evolving itself, calling for the bone image. If it succeeds, it will be eight true bone image that crushes the stars.

The old emperor shuddered.

"Why!" he yelled.

"Tell me, Xiao! Why did Master never return? Why did Master destroy this place?"

"Jiuzhou is destroyed. Shouldn't this be the last home of his master? Why do you want to destroy it?"

The golden flute never responded.

A dragon that appeared in the world could come to the Qingluo Realm with his master's natal weapon. What happened to the emperors were clear and silent.

Not willing, not believing, and angry.

The Qingsuo Realm is the Taoist tradition of Hengxiao Jinni. Why does his natal weapon call the bone statue to destroy this world?

The red dragon raised its head and the void cracked.

Seven hideous arms were stretched out, one of which lifted the bronze tripod, and both of them held the Lixia Sword Formation. The arm that was originally left rose into the air and stopped at the position of climbing high with the Dongxiao.

After these eight arms appeared, the suppression felt by the emperors became more and more terrifying.

The land shrouded in the rain seemed to be all born to the dragon.

The golden candlelight swept across the emperors, without sneering, sarcasm, and nothing. Did the bamboo basket picking soul destroy his Taoist tradition like this? Destroy those children and disciples who respect him, and destroy the land that carries millions of memories. Only the ancestors of the True First Level can clearly realize the filth. These emperors, Yang Shen, and even all the children of the Taoist tradition will not realize that they have changed.

They are still the same as before.

Su Xing conquered the nine states in the world, and followed the footsteps of his ancestors to raise the flag of battle again.

It is a matter of course for them. The way of thinking changes quietly, just like those unshakable people who have abandoned their mission of protecting the nine states in the world. They turned to covet the spiritual energy of the land that has become a worldly world after thousands of years. They wanted to achieve the law here and become the saint.

The truly awakened ancestors could not resist, they could only destroy everything.

They made such a decision, and Li Xi'an took a long breath, stirring up a strong wind, allowing the rain curtain to sway with his breath.

Where exactly is the root of filth? Is it really invincible and unavoidable, but only with destruction and sinking together?

His rain, his fire can wash away filth.

But it is far from enough for the current situation. It is like a drop of water entering the burning flames and evaporating completely in an instant.

Suddenly, extremely violent thoughts poured into Li Xi'an's mind, causing him to begin to seriously think about the use of destruction. It is an extremely correct way to impose real destruction.

"Bang--!"

An arm took over the river on the dragon's body, and the next moment, the golden fire ignited along the dragon's rugged back.

The white mist evaporated, covering Li Xi'an's huge body.

Someone whispered in the dark until the golden fire dispelled the darkness, and the whispered shadows turned into black smoke and spread.

The evil ghost-like red copper bones tear apart the white mist, and the golden candle jumped over the emperors who were waiting for the battle to stare at the world. Under the rain curtain, countless black smoke spread, like the tail of a snake, and like the fine hair extending from the earth.

Even if his territory continues to water the land, it will almost sink.

The iron scales buckled together, and the golden candle fell on the emperors again.

The thoughts were slightly extended and then penetrated by those things, and he needed to end them as soon as possible. The previous thinking was a direction, but this direction could only be left in the future. Now, he only does one thing.

kill.

The ancient motto is released mixed with the rain curtain and resounds over the green mountain.

The eight passes of Taihang were forming a magic seal. The mysterious seal stirred up an extremely surging spiritual tide. The weak disciples could not resist at all, so they had to kneel down.

"The Jade Hand of Creation?" Some emperor spoke out in surprise.

"A magical seal that is not weaker than the jade hand of creation!" Emperor Fu'an's voice was so low that it was terrifying.

The seal of the eight passes of Taihang.

Li Xi'an used the method of deducing and improving the hand seal magic powers that adapted to the eight passes of Taihang. There were many shadows left by the jade hand of Creation, and they were identified by the emperors who had seen it.

Closing the heaven and earth, life and death!

"Everyone!" Emperor Fu'an shouted, "Master wants us to die, and we have no complaints!"

"And this dragon's Taoist Dharma is open to the sky, holding the man's flute, killing the Qingsuo Mountain and blood flowing into a river. Do we want to be killed?"

"Hahahaha!" Someone laughed, bleeding from the corners of his mouth, and his body was full of spiritual energy.

"I will give you face if my master takes action, so this dragon will be spared!"

The emperors faced the eight passes of Taihang that were descended.

In the air, the rhythm of the flute plays to the climax and reaches its peak.

The emperors' skins were pale without realizing them, and their spiritual energy was boiling. This battle had nothing to do with the righteousness. If Chi Jiao wanted to take their lives, they would make Chi Jiao pay the price!
Chapter completed!