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Thunder and lightning flashed, and heavy rain fell.

It was not ordinary rain, it just enveloped the palace, it looked like a huge birdcage from a distance, very weird.

The Qi family's carriage was supposed to drive into the palace gate, but the driver was surprised to find that after passing through the rain curtain under the vermilion palace gate, they went back outside the palace again!

"What's going on here?!" The coachman panicked and reined in the reins, and the Zaozi horse raised its front feet and neighed uneasyly, turning around and running away regardless of the coachman's restraint.

On the steps outside the Taiming Hall, Xu Jingluan was drenched by the heavy rain, and looked for a long time with her neck up, but she couldn't find Ying Zhou's figure among the clouds.

In fact, Ying Zhou was not in the cloud, not even in front of the Tai Ming Palace, his soul and real body were dragged into the illusion by Si Tong.

Desolate human bones accumulated on the dry ground, countless wailing roared in the blood-red sky, the echoes were layer upon layer, too sharp, as if the source of the sound was in his body, so that he could not ignore it.

He was half kneeling on the ground, and many pictures flashed before his eyes.

On the battlefield where corpses lay thousands of miles away, the ground was soaked in blood and turned into an almost thick ink color. Stepping on it, the blood scabs floating on the ground shattered, and what echoed was the roar of the soldiers of the two armies during the battle, and the stabbing of the blade. Cries of pain in flesh and blood;

Under the incurable plague, many of the "corpses" piled up on the mass graves are still heaving and dying, and there is a crackling sound when the flesh and blood are burned, and there are faint calls for help and screams in between. ;

After the flood passed, there was no harvest, and starvation was everywhere. Everything on the earth was eaten up, but the hunger was still irresistible. The young children whose limbs had been cut off were lying on the ground, and some people rushed to fight for one arm. The final winner He looked up to the sky and let out a long laugh, laughed and laughed, and cried loudly.

……

Ying Zhou tightly covered his ears and closed his eyes, but the picture still lingered.

He seemed to be restrained by the throat, and he could hardly breathe.

He thought he had seen a lot, but he never thought that there are more cruelties in the world, which he could not imagine, and at this moment, the pain of those people seemed to be imposed on him.

"Buzhou Tiger," Si Tong appeared in front of him, looked down at him from top to bottom, and asked, "How?"

Ying Zhou slowly opened his eyes, looked up at him, his vision was blurred because of the pain, "You...why..."

Sitong smiled slightly, "Why?"

"...you want...to kill me?"

Sitong leaned over and lifted his chin, "If possible, I don't want to shoot you either."

He retracted his fingers, leaving two red marks on Ying Zhou's face, and his scarlet eyes overflowed with cruel indifference, "But if you want to break the boundary between humans and monsters, you must die if you are not a tiger."

During the speech, his hand went down, turned to pinch Ying Zhou's neck, and began to gradually tighten his strength. His five fingers, so thin that the bone shape was clearly visible, were embedded in Ying Zhou's skin, almost bleeding from the pinch.

The mana continuously oozes from his palm, and spreads into Ying Zhou's body through the close skin, making the pain on his body worse, Ying Zhou's face is getting whiter and paler, the hand hanging by his side moves suddenly, and the ancient fan comes out of his sleeve The stroke landed on the palm of the hand, and the finger covered the fan bone, and the not-so-big wind blade rolled out, and rushed towards Sitong, who was close at hand, but Sitong smiled again, and his figure suddenly disappeared in front of Ying Zhou's eyes .

Ying Zhou lost his strength, propped his palms on the ground, panted heavily, his arms trembled slightly, and could hardly support himself.

"I didn't expect either," Sitong's laughing voice echoed around, "It's so easy for you to fall for me..."

He didn't finish his sentence, because Ying Zhou suddenly opened Huagu Fan, and the gust of wind surged from his body, pushing away like sweeping thousands of troops, and swept away towards the distant skyline!

Ying Zhou is less than two thousand years old. .

Two thousand years is a long time for mortals, but for the immortals in Jiuzhongtian who are often tens of thousands of years old, Ying Zhou's age is almost the youngest among the immortals.

The Three Realms have been peaceful for tens of thousands of years, and he has not experienced any great storms. In addition, he is not a martial artist, so the number of times he has used force in 2000 is very few. It took no effort at all.

This is his first unreserved shot.

The burst of mana in an instant was enough to shake the world, Sitong's soul was shattered, and even on Buzhou Mountain, the southeast and northwest stopped their movements at the same time when they were clearing snow.

"Tiger..." Northwest widened his eyes, "What happened to the tiger?!"

Southeast put down the broom, "You stay here, I will go to the world right away."

Northwest panicked: "No, I'll go with you!"

Southeast has already jumped up, "I'll go."

With the word "very calm", Xibei stood there in a daze, watching his figure quickly disappear into the wind and snow.

Ying Zhou's figure reappeared on the brick floor in front of the Taiming Hall. He fell to the ground, his body heaving weakly. Xu Boyuan almost subconsciously wanted to go to him, but as soon as he moved his feet, Xiaobai's fingertips were on Xu Boyuan's neck. There was an inch-long bloodstain on his face.

Xu Boyuan had no choice but to withdraw his momentum, stabilize his figure, and stab back with his sword.

The golden dragon scraped Xiaobai's arm, he quickly came back to his senses, flew back a few steps, his hands landed like beast feet, his waist and abdomen tensed, and after a moment of energy accumulation, he shot at Xu Boyuan like an arrow from the string. Rushing forward, Xu Boyuan took a step sideways, and the horizontal sword exerted force towards his jaw, but the young man leaped up nimbly, stepped on the Qingfeng sword less than three feet wide with both feet, and forced Xu Boyuan's center of gravity to lower, and then slammed He stepped on Xu Boyuan's shoulder with such force that he almost crushed half of Xu Boyuan's shoulder bones!

Xu Boyuan's body was trampled down by him, the boy raised his other foot and stepped on the top of Xu Boyuan's head——

However, Xu Boyuan suddenly leaned over, grabbed his ankles, pulled him and rolled on the ground together, and got up first, the golden dragon's coiled blade stabbed straight at the young man's face!

At this moment, Xu Boyuan saw Sitong appearing in front of Ying Zhou from the corner of his eye, with a black light floating in his hand, he was about to attack Ying Zhou!

"Ying Zhou—!"

Xu Boyuan's heartbeat almost stopped at this moment, he was too late to pass!

He shouted loudly, and the golden dragon on the blade sensed it, and suddenly burst into a figure several times larger, and rushed straight towards Sitong's chest. Sitong's eyes froze, and the figure disappeared again.

Although this blow forced Sitong back, he exposed his flaws. The young man kicked his legs hard and kicked him on the stomach. His hands were like a sharp knife, and he shouted: "Go to hell!"

This is not an ordinary blow, it is obtained by the illusion of the monster power condensed in his inner alchemy, it is enough to directly crush Xu Boyuan's soul——

However, at this moment, thunder and lightning flashed in the sky, a huge dragon poked out its scaled head from the clouds, roared towards the ground, and countless thunderbolts pointed straight down, the young man paused and had to turn around and dodge.

"boom--"

After a dazzling thunder and loud noise, many potholes with broken bricks and stones appeared on the ground, and the young man shouted angrily to the sky: "Fan Ye, are you looking for death!"

There was another thunderclap, and Fan Ye appeared between Xu Boyuan and the young man, and smiled coldly at the young man, "Why, can you still kill me?"

They didn't deal with it at all, and the boy said disgustedly: "Get out of here!"

Fan Ye frowned impatiently, "It's you who should get out, he was my prey."

The boy's face showed a beast look, his golden eyes were dazzling, and his sharp teeth were bared, "I'll say it again, get out!"

After finishing speaking, he rushed towards Fanye, Fanye gave a "tsk", and several balls of thunder light waved from his palm, the young man avoided it vigorously, jumped up, his fingers swelled several inches with golden claws, facing Fanye Chop off the top of the head--

Suddenly, a long tail burst out from behind Fan Ye, and it swept fiercely in the direction the young man was rushing towards, hit the young man, and knocked him flying!

"you wanna die!"

The young man turned over in the air, roared and turned into a white tiger, opened his bloody mouth, and headed down towards Fan Ye again, Fan Ye didn't dodge, and a half-dragon shadow rose around him to meet the white tiger. Go, the airflow that erupted between the collisions overturned countless bricks and tiles!

The blow was evenly matched, and the white tiger attacked again.

"Sitong!" Fan Ye said angrily, "Come out and take care of your dog!"

The white tiger's golden eyes were even more radiant, he let out a loud roar, landed on all fours and slammed on the ground, and was about to bite Fanye again with all his strength, when a figure suddenly appeared between the two, Sitong smiled helplessly, and said, "Stop it all!" .”

Fan Ye sneered: "Why should I listen to you?"

Sitong frowned and said, "Fanye, it's fine to entrust Longzi to you, but you must first finish what you should do."

The thunder in Fanye's hand condensed, "When I help you kill Buzhou Tiger, your dog will have already torn the Dragon Soul to pieces."

With a twitch between Sitong's eyebrows, the white tiger suddenly turned into a boy's form, and looked at Sitong angrily, "What did you say? Who did you kill?!"

"Kill your tiger." Fan Ye mocked.

The young man looked at Sitong in disbelief, "Didn't you say that you wanted to kill Xu..."

"Do you believe what he says?" Fan Ye interrupted him with a sneer, "Baihu, you are so naive, do you really think that he is going all out to deal with a mortal?"

The young man was stunned.

Sitong's face turned cold, "Fanye, you want the soul of the golden dragon, and only I can help you take it out. It will not do you any good to turn against me at this time."

Fan Ye raised his eyebrows, "But it seems that cooperating with you won't do me any good."

Sitong narrowed his eyes slightly, but his solemn face relaxed, and said: "Forget it, the time is almost here, and you are not missing."

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand, and a ball of black light fell into the ground at his fingertips.

A huge black magnificent peony bloomed again on the ground.

He looked at the boy and smiled: "Baihu, your master didn't teach you that you have to pay for everything you want in this world?"

Before the boy could react in time, a long and slender black figure suddenly appeared from under his feet. It turned out to be the flower vines, which coiled around his ankles and hung him upside down!

The author has something to say: the bad things will end today, I hope everyone can have a happy Chinese New Year, be healthy, happy, satisfied, and long-lasting. Send 20 red envelopes tonight yo 3333 (I am outside New Year's Eve, wait for me to come back and turn on the computer)

Then at 12:[-], there will be a wave of "I Got Lucky" on time, okay!

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