The hidden door of Hua Zangying's strange fire is mysterious and unparalleled. For a moment, he took Xue Qiu and reached thousands of miles away, and appeared in a desolate city.

Hua Cangying gently shook the white fracture fan, with some surprises, and said to himself, "I didn't catch up."

"It is estimated that they are very afraid of stabbing their sons and dare not take risks." Xue Qiu laughed.

Hua Cangying is quite confident in his strength and nodded gently.

Xue Qiu said, "Unfortunately, the Chen family saint has survived. This operation against the Chen family will definitely be exposed. Once the Chen family has taken precautions, it will be difficult to succeed!"

Hua Zangying smiled: "The Chen Family Saint must have summoned back to the Eastern King's Mansion. Even if he was killed, it would not make much sense."

"This is also true, as long as that thing has been destroyed, we can rest assured." Xue Qiu said.

"rustle."

The light wind blows on Hua Cangying's face.

Hua Cangying noticed a small wave of divine power and stared suddenly at the ruins on the right.

I saw, on the broken wall, I do not know when a white robe monk appeared.

The white robe monk had white inch hair, which gave people a sense of immortality.

"It's a very powerful convergence technique, it's already within twenty feet of me, and I discovered him." Hua Cangying was extremely shocked.

Hua Zangying acted calmly and said, "Who is your Excellency?"

"The person who comes doesn't come, the person who doesn't go." The white robe monk Baoxiang solemnly said.

Hua Cangying's eyes showed a stunned color, arching, "It turned out to be a senior who walked away, disrespectful."

"Flower donor, the poor monk is here to pick you up, let's go, everyone is waiting for you in Tianjue Pavilion." The white-robed monk named Go Walker and Yan Yuesi smiled.

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One of the five continents of the Eastern City Holy City, snow conquered the mainland.

The thirty-first urban area, located on the northwestern border of the snow continent, near the polar regions, is covered by snow and ice all year round. Although it is located in the Eastern City Holy City, it is extremely desolate. The mountains and mountains are covered with silver.

A secret stronghold in the black market is built underground in the 31st urban area. Non-core members of the black market Yipintang will never know where this place is.

On that day, Murong Yue was attacked and the **** stone was taken away. He escaped with a life-saving amulet, and then hid there to heal himself.

She sat cross-legged on a sacred jade bed with her upper body exposed, her skin as white as frost. However, under the right shoulder, there is a blood hole the size of a wine glass.

In the blood caves, black aerosols continued to dissipate, spreading like a winding dragon.

An extremely evil force invaded her body, and the wound was unable to heal all the time.

"Wow!"

A sip of dark red holy blood spit out of her mouth.

On the ground, a cricket sound was made, which eroded a pit half a diameter in diameter.

"It's also a terrible magic power. My extremely negative body has been eroded and cannot be refined. If it was changed to another holy king of physical constitution, I'm afraid it would have fallen and turned into a pool of pus.

A figure emerged from Murong Yue's mind.

The figure was extremely thin, his face was as white as paper, and his body was tangled with chains, like a zombie.

It was the man who broke her defense with a single finger and wounded her.

In recent years, Murong Yue did not vie for the position of the master of the black market, but was taken by a mysterious person in advance to a place of awakening gods, obtained a chance, and made rapid progress, reaching the level of the seven-step holy king.

But even so, in the face of the strong from the heaven world, but still vulnerable.

She had a feeling of powerlessness and was quite lost in her heart.

"Am I really the one chosen? Why can't I do anything in this chaotic world?"

When Murong Yue thought of the mysterious person and picked her up to awaken the land of God, she said something like, "You are the chosen person. Whether Kunlun can rise again, you will bear an important responsibility."

What is selected?

Who was chosen?

Who is that mysterious man?

Murong Yue's heart was full of doubts. The other party didn't tell her anything, just let her experience her birth, sharpen her in the troubled times, and forge the immortal body as soon as possible to achieve the great holy position.

"Putting seedlings to help, after all, it is difficult to cultivate a real strong man. Only with one step of hard work, the future is infinite. However, there is no way. We can only do this, and we have little time left for Kunlun.

Murongyue knew that she was one of the monks who were promoted by the seedlings, and might really play a role at an important moment, but she was by no means a madman.

To promote seedlings is to invest in potential.

The people who really decide Kunlun's future must be those who have worked hard one step at a time.

"Boom."

Suddenly, the bottom room shook violently, and a pattern of array inscriptions appeared on the stone wall.

When Murong Yue's face changed, she immediately seized a layer of black veil, wrapped her exquisite and delicate body, and suddenly stood up to enter a combat state.

An old man in a black robe broke into Murongyue's wounded land, his face suddenly changed: "Girl, there is a strong King of the King Realm, storming the stronghold. The defense formation of the stronghold will not last long."

"Catch up so soon?"

Murong Yue knew that she was not the opponent of the person who was hunted down, so she took out an ancient artifact brought out from the awakening **** earth, ready to urge it and take it away again.

That artifact, like a round crescent, exudes a cyan sheen, and a touch of divine power escapes.

"Boom."

A terrifying shock wave broke through the stronghold's defensive formation and suddenly collapsed.

There were screams from the ground, and the black market monk in this secret stronghold suffered heavy casualties. Many people were bombarded with shock waves and turned into blood mud, and bones became powder.

The force was so cold and cold that it not only shattered the earth, it was frozen for hundreds of miles, and its power was extremely amazing.

"Girls run away ... ah ..."

The old man in black robe standing in front of Murong Yue was frozen by the cold air, and turned into an ice sculpture in front of Murong Yue.

In the eyes of Murong Yue, a cold, sword-like light appeared, and she sang aloud, "You deceive people too much."

Over the black market stronghold, a tall and thin man with an iron chain wrapped around his face and pale as paper, holding a silver bowl, condensed Liu Yao's full strength, preparing to launch a second wave of attacks.

This person, named Bai Yuejun, is one of the six "souls" of the Temple of the Holy Spirit. He has entered the realm of the nine-step holy king for thousands of years and has accumulated quite a lot. He is an old monster who has lived for nearly two thousand years.

"Wow--"

A round of blue moon emerged from the ground and swept at him.

Bai Yuejun giggled in his mouth, letting Qing Yue cut on him.

Bai Yuejun's body broke apart and turned into a white robe, which actually wrapped the round of blue moon instead.

The next moment, Bai Yuejun's figure appeared to another place.

"Boom."

The chains on her body flew out, entangled with the white robe and Qingyue, forcibly dragged them to her side, and suppressed them.

Murong Yue flew out from the bottom of the broken earth, propped up a round of magic moon above her head, and the immense magical energy suddenly wrapped the world. With her hands in print, she wanted to retrieve the Qingyue artifacts.

Bai Yuejun's suppression of cyan artifacts does not seem to be an easy task, saying: "I did not expect that there is a young master like you in the Kunlun realm, which is stronger than the realms of Empress Chi Yao on the bright side."

Feng Cheng Dao stepped out of the void, appeared behind Murong Yue, and laughed: "She is extremely genital, and she is practicing the" Tian Mo Shi Carving "on the Taiyi Divine Power List, which is definitely the secret of the great people in Kunlun Cultivated dark chess. "

Bai Yuejun laughed and said, "The extremely genital body is good. It happens that the old man is also a cold body, but she can be arrested for long-term harvesting / replenishing. Looting her, saying that it may not help the old man and achieve the great honor. "

Bai Yuejun's potential has been exhausted. Under normal circumstances, there can be no improvement at all, and his life stops at the level of the nine-step holy king.

However, the appearance of the polar **** made him see hope.

Fengchengdao laughed: "I did n’t know how much resources it took to cultivate her, and she reached the seven-step state of the Holy King at a young age. You must do this to irritate those big figures in Kunlun."

Murong Yue suffered an enemy and fell into despair.

However, she was still very calm, her body's blood flowed wildly, and she performed a kind of forbidden technique to burn the holy blood, and her breath became stronger and stronger.

Fengchengdao frowned and stopped watching, and a fingerprint struck Mu Rongyue.

"Boom."

Fingers, like Bai Hong Guanri, majestic and overbearing.

With a wave of Mu Rongyue's arm, a ghost image of ghosts condensed out, and they collided with the fingers of Fengchengdao to block the blow.

"Little girl, pretty good!"

Bai Yuejun's eyebrows showed a splendid brilliance.

Suddenly, the black aerosol that invaded Murong Yue's body became active. The faster the holy blood runs, the faster the black aerosol invades.

For a moment, the black aerosol entered Murongyue's air, making her consciousness confused.

Murong Yue knew that she could not hold on for a long time, and said silently in her heart: "His Royal Highness, where are you ... you must come quickly ... otherwise I can only explode the holy source and burn with them ..."

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"Wow."

Space shuddered.

A masked figure appeared beside Murong Yue out of thin air, carrying the palm of the flame and grabbing it.

"Click."

Bai Yuejun's finger was caught.

Just when Bai Yuejun was holding his arm, the masked man broke his fingers, his body became blurred, and slapped him in the palm of his hand, flying it out.

Bai Yuejun's body hit a long groove in the snow.

The man in the mask stared at the wind and snorted, "It's really a temple, I dare to rob what I want, and hurt my people. Today I want to destroy you all."