The white moonlight dressed as the Demon Sword Sovereign

"Get out of the way!"

The pride in the blood river patriarch's heart was not over yet, when he heard a burst of shouts from several places in the city at the same time, he suddenly realized that he had made a wrong decision.

His twitching smile was still on his face, he had already seen the sword light from the sky covering the sky, and the snowstorm behind Beitang Hanye condensed into a dragon shape, roaring and rushing towards Qingye Mountain City!

Patriarch Xuehe cursed secretly, ignoring the threat of the previous moment, and hastily retracted the blood mist from the necks of those mortals, and at the same time retracted the power that had been exerted on the congregation, forming a hood Stand in front of you, and collide with this violent blizzard and sword light!

With a bang, Xiexiu, who had lost his protection, was exposed to the sword light with the mark of the Blood River Formation on his body, and was pierced through his body by countless frost swords in an instant, and his human color began to fade from the injured position before he could scream , turned into gray and white ice sculptures.

Those cultivators who predicted the attack of Beitang Hanye and quickly hid in the nearby shelters and stretched out the protective shields were shocked by the aftermath of this blow. They were only moved, their brains were buzzing, and everyone's face Turning pale, the eyes of the companions nearby were all terrified.

They hadn't been in such a mess before in the bloody battle in the city, but when Jianzong's reinforcements came, they had to run away. At this moment, there was only one thought in everyone's mind - the blood river old ghost really killed them!

Seeing that he didn't run away after seeing Beitang Hanye, and dared to confront him head-on, they thought he had some great tricks, and in the end he used the living people in the city as threats!Did he figure out what was going on here before he came to the north?

Jianzong acted tough, not only in dealing with the righteous ways of the northern border, but also in their attitude towards demons and heretics.To kill Xuehe, the destruction of this Qingye mountain city is definitely an acceptable loss in Jianzong's eyes.

This is especially true for Beitang Hanye, the lives of 10 people in the city are no more important than trivial matters in his eyes, and they will not be a reason for him to hesitate.

Not to mention Qingye Mountain City, even if the entire Kunlun was used to blackmail him, he wouldn't care!

The wind howled, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the Qingye mountain city that was originally stained with blood turned into a plain white world in an instant.

The corners of the ancestor Xuehe's eyes twitched, and the flames in his eyes seemed to be blown to pieces.

He knew that the Sword Sect of the Northern Territory had become stronger than before in the past sixty years, and that the swordsman in front of him was even better than his master, but he didn't expect Beitang Hanye to be more powerful than him. Imagination is still crazy, but also ignore life!

Feeling the shock caused by the sky-filled sword light slashing on the formation, Patriarch Xuehe painfully realized that even if he knew it in advance, he was reluctant to leave like this.

He got the opportunity from the northern border at the beginning, and his blood river formation was obtained from the yin and yang under the Qingye mountain city in the past.

He was expelled from the gate wall because he trespassed into the forbidden area of ​​the sect and knew something he shouldn't know. If he wanted to return to the gate wall, the natural chance still fell here.

He spent such a long time making preparations, and he was unwilling to see his hard work come to naught, so he didn't take the lives of the mortals in Qingye Mountain City in one go, but left them as a backup.

As a result, not only did it not work, but now there is no way to delay the time.

He had to go all out to manipulate the Blood River formation to compete against Beitang Hanye, and he couldn't spare the slightest bit of concentration to fill the formation with the lives of these mortals, he was so angry that he just wanted to vomit blood.

The vast snow spread from Qingye Mountain City to the entire desert.

The snow in the city quickly piled up several feet, and the mortals were shivering from the cold, almost losing consciousness.

These two monks, who were only one step away from the real immortals of the land, fought against each other. If the ancestor of Xuehe hadn't had scruples and didn't give it a go, I'm afraid the whole city would have been razed to the ground long ago.

In front of Kunlun's Fa-rectification, Patriarch Xuehe became the one who guarded Qingye Mountain City, preventing it from being destroyed by Beitang Hanye's sword light.

The blood river is extremely aggrieved, the power of manipulating the large formation is only comparable to that of Beitang Hanye, Chu Yiyang is in the blood pool below the temple, and he heard his angry voice resounding from every corner of Qingye Mountain City :

"Beitang Hanye, you Kunlun is in vain! Are you disregarding the life and death of mortals like this? If you kill me, the formation will collapse, and the entire Qingye Mountain City will be buried with you!"

Then, Chu Yiyang heard another person's voice.

This is the first time that Beitang Hanye has spoken since his appearance. His voice is as clear as an ice spring, and jade stones strike each other. His words are like the incarnation of the Dao of Heaven, completely ruthless: "Life and death are determined by fate."

Patriarch Xuehe let out an angry roar, but was confused by his sword again.

Although Beitang Hanye had the upper hand, but Xuehe was forced to jump over the wall, Chu Yiyang didn't want to have more troubles, so he asked Xu Huang who was in the eye of the formation through the link with the puppet: "How is the formation broken? "

"No problem, just give me a little more time." The boy's voice came back from the link, with full confidence, "But brother, I broke the battle for you and saved these people, how can you thank me? How's your promise?"

"No way." How could he call him a virtuous brother, and he would call his elder brother. Thinking of his younger brother whose whereabouts were unknown, Chu Yiyang said again, "What do these people have to do with me?"

But Xu Wang believed that he was hard-spoken and soft-hearted, and while releasing his spiritual power to test the formation, he retreated and said: "Then wait for this matter, you take me back to your sect as a guest, I am alone now In the northern border, the priest was killed by you again, which is very dangerous."

This time, Chu Yiyang did not refuse.

Listening to the movement above, Yan Xun confirmed that the ancestor of Xuehe lost to Beitang Hanye, a junior whose practice was more than 100 years behind him.

And there is such a variable as himself hidden in the blood pool, so the only thing he can do next is to sacrifice the creatures in the city, so as to draw power from the big formation and seek a breakthrough in the life-and-death struggle.

Do you want to intervene?

Thinking about it, Yan Xun looked at the young man next to him, and saw that there was a trace of shadow covering his picturesque eyebrows and eyes, as if his mind was heavy.

Although he also didn't care about the life and death of these mortals in the city, but the little beauty next to him was born in Qingye Mountain City, and the boys and girls on the ground were not bad, so it's a pity to lose their lives in vain.

Chu Yiyang, who was paying attention to Xu Wang's movement and thinking about where his younger brother would be, felt the person who was holding him pat him on the shoulder twice, and heard him say: "Don't worry, nothing will happen. of."

As soon as the words fell, a faint purple brilliance appeared in Yan Xun's pair of peach blossom eyes that were always full of love.

The poor ancestor Xuehe has been planning for several years, and all the tricks have been exhausted. There is a cold night in the Beitang on the top, Yan Xun stabbing the knife on the bottom, and Xu Wang in the center of the formation, it seems that he will leave soon.

As soon as Yan Xun moved, Patriarch Xuehe felt that something was wrong. The damn mouse in the blood pool actually accelerated the speed of stealing!

The burning flames in his eye sockets shrank, and he fell into a battle between heaven and man in his heart.

In the end, he gritted his teeth and made a decision: "You forced me! All of you died in Qingye Mountain City today, and in the underworld, you will remember that it was the Kunlun Sword Sect who killed you in vain!"

After the ancestor Xuehe finished speaking, he raised his head and let out a long roar.

The blood mist above his head that resisted the sword light instantly boiled like boiling water, blocking the biting wind and snow outside, and blocked the sword light of Beitang.

In an instant, except for Chu Yiyang and Yan Xun who were in the front of the formation, all the people who were still alive in the city felt like a gap was opened in their bodies, and their vitality was continuously drawn out regardless of whether they were cultivated or not.

Sand and rocks were flying on the ground, the hair of the ancestor of Xuehe was scattered, and his hands were raised to the sky.

A house in the east of the city collapsed, and the shattered bricks flew towards the sky, and the mortals and monks staying in that direction also flew up uncontrollably, being sucked into the blood-red vortex in the sky.

The gray-white ice sculptures all over the ground couldn't bear such a strong suction, and shattered with a bang, sending up a cloud of ice crystals in the air.

The ancestor of Xuehe seemed to be insane, and he raised his head and laughed wildly: "Hahahahahahahahahahahaha—"

He doesn't want this breakthrough, he wants them all to die here!

The Qingye Mountain City, which had been rooted in the desert for an unknown number of years, shook as if it was about to be uprooted from the ground, and the buildings in the city were completely destroyed. No monk or mortal could resist this force.

Beitang Hanye drew back his sword in the air, and behind him a huge white dragon made of wind and snow roared, all five claws were plunged into this blood-red vortex, but the strength he used was like a mud cow entering the sea, there was nothing he could do about it.

A maniacal smile appeared on the face of the ancestor of Xuehe - so what if it is a Kunlun sword?In front of his blood river formation, everything is in vain!

Suddenly, the smile on his face faded, and he felt that a certain door had been opened in the dark, and the breath coming from inside made him ecstatic, trembling, and in awe.

Those who flew towards the sky heard the low-pitched roar coming from the blood-red vortex.

The sound made their hair stand on end, as if it aroused the fear engraved in their bones, and the people who were not in the world all stared in horror at the looming door in the vortex, feeling that something was about to break out of it.

Patriarch Xuehe clenched his fists, and a ruthless look flashed across his face: "Give me—"

The next moment, his voice stopped abruptly.

In the underground blood pool, the light in Yan Xun's eyes grew brighter, and his whole body was surrounded by a layer of purple brilliance. The water in the blood pool around his body turned into a vortex, rotating in the opposite direction to the blood mist above Qingye Mountain City.

He opened a gap between the two vortexes, and drew down the energy and strength that the ancestor of the blood river controlled to send to the sky.

This extremely dark power repaired his wounds at an unprecedented speed, pulling out the violent power raging in his flesh and blood.

"No no no!"

Seeing that the passage above was about to open, he wanted to draw a powerful existence out of it, and kill everyone here, only missing the last point but fell short, Patriarch Xuehe let out a roar.

He felt that the passage he opened was shrinking, and the terrifying prehistoric atmosphere inside was also constantly weakening, as if he was being forced back by the ever-shrinking passage to the way it came from.

Patriarch Xuehe put his hands up to stabilize the passage, but the sword light from Beitang pierced through the blood mist again.

Countless frost swords fell, nailing the clothes of the people who were about to float in mid-air, nailing them all down, a cold light flashed in front of the eyes of the ancestor Xuehe, his palms were prickly, and he could not help but let out a scream.

The blade of the Qiankun Sword pierced through the back of his right hand, and the tip of the sword pierced into his chest.

Beitang Hanye, who should have been rejected by the formation, stood in front of him, holding a long sword, and his perfect but icy face was reflected in the eyes of Patriarch Xuehe.

Patriarch Xuehe couldn't believe it, the great formation that had been emptied of strength and idling to the extreme also began to crumble.

At this moment, there was a crisp breaking sound next to his ears, followed by the laughter of a strange boy: "It broke."

This sound was like a death knell ringing in his ears, he slowly raised his head, his eyes reflected the collapse of the vortex in the sky.

His invincible blood river formation, as well as his luck, are going to end here today?

No, he is not reconciled.

Beitang Hanye looked at the man nailed to his sword manipulating his body that was on the verge of collapse, twisted his neck and turned his head towards the temple, opened his mouth there, and hoarsely called out two words: "God Lord... "

Under the sky, the expression of the young god statue holding the Yin-Yang Token remained unchanged, still innocent and cruel.

The next moment, Beitang Hanye moved his wrist, and the sword in his hand twisted in Xuehe's chest, and the ancestor of Xuehe collapsed in the wind and snow.

The people in the sky fell back to the ground, and the thousands of frost swords nailed to the clothes dissipated.

The blood mist that shrouded Qingye Mountain City disappeared, and the blood river formation that had raged overnight in Qingye Mountain City also disappeared. Dyed white.

Jianzi, who was wearing a black heavy coat, retracted his sword, and his robe fell down, forming a sharp contrast with the white snow covering everything under his feet.

The world was silent for a moment, and then under the temple, a black light rushed out from the ground and shot towards the sky!

Underground blood pool.

At the moment when the formation collapsed, Yan Xun flew out of the pool of blood with the person in his arms, and the brilliance around him quickly turned into a purple robe.

The inside of his robe is light purple, and the outer robe is dark purple, which is extremely luxurious, making Moxiu, one of the seven city lords of the Demon Realm, elegant and elegant.

A pool of blood was disturbed, and a black beam of light rushed up, penetrated the upper layer, and shot straight into the sky.

Yan Xun frowned slightly, and saw something slowly condensing and floating in the black light.

The black magic python by the pool also raised its body, looking in that direction with its golden vertical pupils, and saw that the shape of the object gradually became clear, and it condensed into a huge green and black cauldron carved with simple script script.

Although I don't know what the thing that condensed out of the blood pool is, it is definitely an existence that surpasses ordinary heaven-level magic weapons.

Without hesitation, Yan Xun gave instructions to his black python: "Go and get it."

The words that only he and the black python can understand can be heard in the ears of others, but it is just a hissing sound. As soon as the giant black python entrenched by the pool got the order, it rushed towards the beam of light to grab the floating three Foot giant tripod.

The magic python's sharp fangs were about to penetrate the black light and touch the huge blue-black cauldron. In the blink of an eye, a small black cat the size of a palm jumped out of it, and pressed its palm on the floating blue-black cauldron. On the giant tripod!

As soon as the giant cauldron came into contact with the kitten's paw, it immediately spun, and quickly shrunk from the height of a person to the size of a quarter of a hand, allowing the giant black python to bite into space.

The brilliance in Yan Xun's eyes reappeared, and he wanted to stop the black cat that had sneaked into the blood pool at some point, and suddenly shot at the disciple of the temple who had been saved by him before and was quietly protected by him.

The bell rang suddenly in the air, and Yan Xun looked at the two snake-shaped gold hairpins that appeared in front of his eyes, and the dark purple brilliance in his eyes was even stronger, and he fixed the gold hairpins.

His always affectionate peach blossom eyes reflect the golden bells dangling at the end of the hairpin, which is exactly the same shape and style as the string of bells on the boy's ankles.

And the owner of the bell had already slapped him on the shoulder with his backhand, using his strength to break free from his arms, and hurriedly retreated towards the center of the blood pool.

Yan Xun stood where he was, watching the boy's figure fly over the blood pool like a white startled bird, and his eyes met his in midair.

The fear and powerlessness that he had pretended before had disappeared from his face, and the face of this young man in the clothes of a temple servant showed his true appearance, which was more in line with his unforgettable beauty.

Yan Xun saw him showing a slightly mocking smile towards him, and waved to himself: "Don't bother City Lord Yan to take me out."

After speaking, he retreated to the beam of light soaring into the sky, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he grabbed the small green and black cauldron that was no bigger than a palm.

The little black cat that cooperated perfectly with him jumped onto his shoulder. At this moment, the beam of light that had soared into the sky disappeared with the departure of Xiao Ding, and a big hole was formed under the water surface, from which infinite suction was born. , and pulled Chu Yiyang who was closest to the beam of light into it!

Chu Yiyang's figure flickered, and his expression changed slightly when he heard the system alarm sound in his ear.

In the original plot, after Blood River's defeat, Yan Xun, who was healing in the Blood Pool, took Fu Yueshu and left here easily, and did not encounter such a change!

And the suction seemed to only be aimed at him, not to mention Yan Xun and his magic python who were not far away, even the little black cat that was still on his shoulder would not be affected.

Seeing Chu Yiyang struggling to fall, Xu Huang was taken aback for a moment, then opened his mouth and bit his collar to drag him out.

Chu Yiyang looked at the small green and black cauldron in his hand - it was it!

It wasn't he who was going to take away when the passage was opened, but the cauldron, but when he tried to let go of the cauldron, his palm seemed to be attached to it, and his cultivation seemed to be banned, and he couldn't lift his strength at all.

The two golden bell hairpins that stopped in front of Yan Xun lost contact with him.

Yan Xun had just been swayed by him, and now he naturally chose to sit on the sidelines, as if waiting for him to ask for help.

With a sudden change of mind, Chu Yiyang did the last thing.

He untied the puppet technique on Xu Wang's body, pushed him out, and shouted: "Go!"

But the black smoke diffused, revealing the figure of a young man, but Xu Wang opened his mouth and yelled back at him like a young tiger: "Don't go!"

As he said that, he rushed over again, ripped off the necklace around his neck, and gray smoke escaped from his body.

The smoke dazzled Chu Yiyang's eyes, he could only feel that the boy's figure grew up in an instant, and the arms surrounding him became more solid and powerful.

Xu Wang held him in his arms, and fell together with him towards the black hole whose suction suddenly increased.

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