The white moonlight dressed as the Demon Sword Sovereign

He said it easily, but in fact the injury he suffered was very difficult, and the doctors who had visited the entire Demon Realm were unable to heal it, so he found Qingye Mountain City and used the blood pool of the blood river patriarch to heal his wounds.

When Yan Xun said these words, Chu Yiyang had already untied Xu Huang and let him out.

Xu Wang was still brooding over the sentence that he could not beat Yan Xun. Once he regained his freedom, he thought that Chu Yiyang was going to let him make a move. He was about to show his fangs, but unexpectedly Chu Yiyang said to himself through the link: : "It's your turn to be a good brother, go break the formation."

He came to the underground blood pool to complete the story of the hero saving the beauty. His goal has been achieved, and the consideration of turning the young master of the Ghost King Zong into a puppet to bring him down is also reflected.The Yin Qi in the blood pool was so heavy, a lifeless puppet in the pool would not attract Yan Xun's attention, nor would it attract the attention of his magic python.

After letting Xu Wang go out, Chu Yiyang felt relieved, and stayed beside Yan Xun, looking at his black magic python coiled by the pool.

There are not many people in the Demon Realm who can hurt Yan Xun. He is a natural demon cultivator, a Demon Emperor and seven city lords in the Demon Realm.

As the previous city lord, his mother was quite crazy. She conceived in order to break through the realm and practiced a taboo method.

Originally, she had only one fetus in her womb, but after practicing this method, the single fetus became twins, one of which was in the form of a human being Yan Xun, and the other was in the form of a monster, this black magic python.

It is not only Yan Xun's companion monster, but also his brother, one person and one python share the same blood.

Moxiu's chances of ascension are mostly slim because of his personality flaws. Yan Xun's mother took the risk in the hope of gaining a chance of ascension.However, fate was unlucky, she was attacked by a powerful enemy when she was about to give birth, she was seriously injured, and was backlashed by the exercises, her cultivation base and flesh and blood were turned into nutrients for the twins in her belly.

Yan Xun was born by killing his mother, and inherited half of her power when he was born, and accompanied by a magic python with a similar heart, he can be regarded as the strongest combat power among the seven city lords of the Demon Realm.No one in the Four Realms and Three Seas has seen him make a move yet, because those who have seen him are already dead, and he usually doesn't need to make a move by himself, just releasing the magic python just now is enough.

The giant black python coiled by the pool closed its eyes, as if sensing Yan Xun's good mood at the moment, its tail hidden behind a stone pillar slapped on the ground one after another.

The blood and soul of the ancestors of Xuehe's large formation absorbs the blood and soul of living people on the top, and the yin energy continuously drawn from the yin and yang overturning eyes on the bottom. Yan Xun soaked in this pool, and he recovered quickly from his injuries .

However, it was Xu Xu Tuzhi's idea that he had originally taken, and he only took part of it and channeled it to his body to heal his wounds, so as not to disturb Xuehe, but he had just rescued the young man beside him, so he must not be able to hide the news from Xuehe.

Although his injuries have not fully recovered, he has no regrets about saving the boy next to him, but feels a little pity that he cannot take a leisurely bath with him.

Yan Xun started his heart formula, and Chu Yiyang saw that the water surface around him began to fluctuate from calm, forming a vortex around him, extracting the two essences from the blood pool with extremely strong suction, swallowing them to himself.

Obviously, he didn't intend to hide here, but was ready to make a quick decision and fight the blood river ancestor who was about to come down.

In the main hall, at the foot of the statue of the god, the ancestor of Xuehe opened his eyes suddenly, and realized that the blood essence and pure yin energy that he had worked so hard to save in the formation were being intercepted below: "How dare you, thief! "

How could he endure making a wedding dress for someone like this?Slapping the armrest with one palm, he was about to get down to the eyes of the array, to see who was so daring to touch his things.

However, as soon as he got up, a huge coercion suddenly came from Tianwai!

The color of the sky and the earth changed suddenly, and in the desert where the sky was full of yellow sand, the strong wind seemed to freeze for a moment.

In an instant, the surrounding temperature dropped sharply, large swaths of dark clouds formed over the desert, snowflakes fell like broken jade, and soon covered the desert with a layer of hoarfrost.

The desert has a radius of hundreds of miles, no matter where people are, they have sensed this powerful and undisguised momentum, stopped their movements and raised their heads hastily.The Patriarch Xuehe, who was just about to go to the underground blood pool, twitched his face, temporarily gave up rushing to the ground, and instead flew into the sky, flew up from the place where the skylight of the temple entered, and rose to the sky.

In Qingye Mountain City, both the good and the evil who were fighting stopped and looked up at the sky. The bloody coat of Patriarch Xuehe swelled in the strong wind, as if merging with the blood mist.

A snowflake flew down on his face, making his shriveled skin feel a little cold, and his flaming eye sockets narrowed.

Above the dome, clouds that were brewing a blizzard had already covered the entire sky.

In the tens of thousands of hectares of raging waves, a figure stepped on the clouds.

Every time he took a step, the clouds under his feet condensed into a pure lotus flower. He seemed to be slow in the void, but he stepped on the sky above Qingye Mountain City from hundreds of miles away in an instant.

The black heavy clothes on the visitor fluttered like sails in the strong wind, and the hem and cuffs were embroidered with overlapping blooming lotus flowers with gold thread.

All the Taoists in the Northern Territory embroidered their sect logo on the skirts of their disciples to show their differences, but one of them didn't.

The difference between the selected successors of each sect and the ordinary disciples lies in the hair accessories.

The hair crowns of ordinary disciples are independent, but the hair crowns of the successors of each sect will have a few golden "star-leading chains". When wearing the hair crown, the chains are woven into the hair.

This is true for Chu Yiyang, and it is also true for this person who came on the Wugou lotus.

The "star-leading chain" extending from the base of the lotus crown on his head is woven into the hair, and it hangs behind his right ear. He is still in the storm and snow, and a pair of eyes that seem to contain the ancient void look down on the earth.

Patriarch Xuehe's face twitched. If he had been lucky before, seeing this man coming with the power of heaven and earth at this moment, he could clearly see his face, which is the best of all worlds, and the side of his waist. With the Qiankun sword, he can no longer be mistaken for his identity.

In the blood pool, whether it was Yan Xun, who was preparing to fight the ancestor of Xuehe with injuries, or Xu Wang, who dived into the depths of the blood pool to break the formation, there was a fighting spirit in his heart.

Who's up there?

The sky was full of strong winds, and thunder suddenly struck, and the lightning illuminated the figure standing in the void.

Everyone in the city saw clearly the face that attracted countless people in the four realms, and even the best painter couldn't draw one-tenth of his handsome face, so they were so shocked that their pupils constricted: "It's Beitang... Beitang Hanye came Already!"

Kunlun sword son, Lang Yan is unique.

Such a person, just standing there is enough to make the world pale.

A plot exploration progress bar appeared before Chu Yiyang's eyes. As soon as Beitang Hanye came, the plot of [Green Leaf Mountain City] was directly advanced by 5%, and only 90% of the part to be explored remained.

What is a protagonist?This is.

The world revolves around him, and all stories exist because of him.

In the plot of the original book, the blood river patriarch set up the blood river formation in Qingye Mountain City, and it was Beitang Hanye who came to break the formation.

The plot itself will be ended by him, so Chu Yiyang is not worried that he will not be able to break through the formation.

He raised his eyes and looked towards the center of the blood pool. His purpose was just to know which force was involved behind the blood river formation.

"Hahahahahahahahahahaha..."

The hoarse laughter of Patriarch Xuehe, like two pieces of metal constantly rubbing against each other, resounded above Qingye Mountain City, and the blood mist in the city surged like a sea of ​​blood, constantly rising and falling with his laughter.

Through the blood mist, the cultivator in the city looked at the independent figure coming from the sky with the wind and snow, and felt that his exhaled breath was covered with white mist, and in the blood mist that even the moonlight could not penetrate before, at this moment, a piece of blood floated down. flakes of snow.

Amid the patches of flying snow, the ancestor of Xuehe stopped laughing for a while, and when he spoke, his voice spread throughout Qingye Mountain City: "I don't know if Jian Zilian is driving, it's so far away."

As soon as he called out the identity of the person who came, he confirmed everyone's guess, and the reactions of the good and evil factions in the city were different.

The upright monks were delighted in shock, but the evil cultivators were terrified. Before, they thought that they were blessed by the blood mist in the Blood River Formation, and that they could be invincible in the world because of the Qingye mountain city, but now when they heard Beitang Hanye name, I just feel a chill down my spine.

The Kunlun Sword Sect has lasted for tens of thousands of years, and there have been 23 sword masters and more than a hundred sword masters.

Every sword master is a sword son before becoming a sword master, but not every sword master can become a sword master.

Everyone practiced the way of the sword differently, but only two of the hundreds of people practiced the way of killing.

One of them is the No.20 second sword master, he is the master of the current sword master and the ancestor of Beitang Hanye, and the second is Beitang Hanye.

In the same realm, sword cultivators are twice as powerful as other cultivators, and sword cultivators who practice the way of killing are more than three times stronger than sword cultivators of the same level.

Those who cultivate the Dao of Slaughter enter quickly and are strong, but there are so many sword masters in the Kunlun Sword Sect, only one person chooses this way, and the second person who chooses this way is also from his lineage. bordering on madness.

There is only one contemporary swordsman in Kunlun in the north, because the other candidates have all died under his sword.

This is the way of killing, there is no opponent, only one person walks alone.

The ancestor of Xuehe was afraid of Kunlun Sword Sect, because since he took office as Sword Master, Kunlun Sword Sect's style of work has changed from the previous peaceful style, and has become iron-blooded and high-handed, leading the northern border with an extremely tough attitude.

In this generation, such a killing genius has been cultivated, and the concentration of power has reached its peak.

If he hadn't had a reason to return to Qingye Mountain City, he wouldn't have spent three years secretly building the Blood River Formation under Qingye Mountain City, living a miserable life like a gutter mouse.

Today was about to be accomplished, but it fell short. He never thought that Kunlun would receive the news so quickly, let alone that Beitang Hanye would come so quickly.

It would be fine if someone else came, but it was him... Patriarch Xuehe sacrificed his backhand without hesitation.

As soon as he finished saying "Welcome if you are far away", he immediately stretched out his hand to disperse the blood mist covering the sky of Qingye Mountain City, and showed the ruined walls and many mortals below in front of Beitang Hanye.

The sword lowered his eyes, and his robes rattled in the strong wind.

The ends of his eyes formed sharp arcs, and the perfectly shaped pupils reflected the figure of a mortal who survived the catastrophe below.

Among the ruined walls, tongues of fire licked the brick walls, children cried, ordinary people who had suffered catastrophe sat or lay down, because the blood mist dissipated for a while, they got a chance to breathe.

The mother hugged the child, covering the elderly parents, intending to protect them with flesh and blood, straightened up, and raised her head towards Feng Xueluo.

At this moment, everyone saw the sword fairy standing in the air, and a glimmer of hope arose in their hearts.

"Immortal... Immortal, help me, Immortal..."

With the desire to survive in their eyes, they tremblingly stretched out their hands to the sky. Some of their hands were bleeding, and some of their limbs had been eroded by the blood mist and were mutilated.

Countless hands reached out to the only savior they could see. This scene fell in the eyes of all the orthodox monks in the city. Thinking of how they would feel if they were in the position of Beitang Hanye, everyone couldn't help but take a breath.

The voice of the ancestor Xuehe sounded again, with a smile: "Did you hear that, Jianzi? They are asking for help from you."

As he spoke, his fingers moved slightly, and the blood mist that had retreated to the side recondensed over Qingye Mountain City, like a huge red jellyfish, with countless slender tentacles sticking out from below, each of which was wrapped around a On the neck of a living person.

Patriarch Xuehe raised his right hand to the side, stretched out his finger and hooked, and a family of three was hooked in front of him.

Their feet were hanging in the air, and their necks were wrapped around their necks by the thin rope formed by the blood mist. They kept struggling because of suffocation: "Ho ho... save..."

"I know you are strong——" the old ghost in red looked at the man in the sky, and his voice was sinister, "I also know that your sword is fast, but guess what, from your sword to my throat, you will be very strong." At such a distance, how many people in the city are going to be killed?"

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