"Donglai to receive the decree of the Venerable!"

Donglaizhen secretly said, it really is the karmic cycle of retribution that is unhappy. Before Banzhuxiang, it was a desperate situation, but now the situation has completely reversed.

When the other two Huashen Sanxian saw this, their legs were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground like mud.

As loose immortals, they are actually more afraid of death than ordinary cultivators, and they were originally half of the people who died.

The so-called scattered immortals are all people who have cut off their immortal paths and have nowhere to go.

Some people have been stagnant in their cultivation for countless years and have no further progress, and their lifespan is about to end. Some of them fought ruthlessly, fought with others, and roamed forbidden areas, and suffered calamities and serious injuries that were intractable.

They rely on some kind of secret technique or treasure of heaven and earth to cut off the road of cultivation in the future, and even risk their own bodies, and the soul will completely lose the opportunity to reincarnate and practice, so it is possible to fight for a spiritual transformation. Fairy's way out.

Impermanence Sanren is the spirit-turning loose cultivator of the Ghost Square Temple, and their situation is much better, but the Wanshou Sanren and Linggu Sanren are real lonely people. They were originally from scattered cultivators. However, the forces are reluctant to introduce this kind of masters who are extremely high and uncontrollable, and who do not know the good and evil of loyalty and evil into the mountain gate easily.

Their resources, knowledge, vision and even strength are not as good as those of the impermanent scattered people.

When they faced this Golden Light God who couldn't even see his body and appearance, they were completely at a loss. If the real Donglai was well-informed and had some guesses, they had long been confused, incoherent, and blind. Begging, it has long been gone, and the ugly face of sneering at others has just disappeared.

"Your Highness, please spare your life, I, we are not from the Ghost Square Temple, and we haven't killed a single one yet. It was Bu Laoshan who came forward and asked us to help the Ghost Square Temple. We just want to earn some spiritual stones and magic weapons..."

"The Great God knows clearly, I was a mortal before when I was young. I don't know how much suffering I have suffered, how much I have suffered, and I have finally cultivated to this day. The young is willing to join the sage of the Venerable and serve as a slave. I will do anything..."

The two Sanxian Sanxian put out their greatest acting skills and performed to their heart's content. When Wanshou Sanren heard that Linggu Sanren wanted to take refuge with a master, he suddenly realized that, yes, such a powerful god-ren, he took refuge in the past and became a dog. , is also a dog under the sect of Venerable Shenren. In the future, there are no resources. Anyone who sees it has to be polite. He secretly scolded himself for being too stupid.

"Since it's a business, there are profits and losses. The so-called willingness to admit defeat is not a big deal. Remember to be careful in the future."

When the two of them heard it, they secretly thought that Venerable God is really easy to talk. The hundreds of thousands of armies from both countries are treated like that, and the two of them are also transformed into gods and scattered immortals, so the treatment is naturally much higher.

Hehe, being a dog under the sage of Venerable, as long as you don't meet a real transfiguration and immortal in the future, sending two of yourself will be enough to send the other party away. Venerable thinks that he will like it, and it will be useful.

Yunsu ignored the changes in the expressions of the two of them, let alone what thoughts and calculations they had. With a flick of his long sleeves, countless golden lights were swept away, and the cultivation of the two gods and scattered immortals was also cut off. As a drooping old man with goosebumps, he knelt in front of Donglai Zhenren.

The two Avatars and Sanxian looked at each other, didn't they say it wasn't a big deal, just be more careful in the future.

"Donglai, since the two of them were hired to kill you, they will be handed over to you as well."

Yunsu naturally won't let go of this lackey of the Yinshan Dynasty who helped Zhou and abused him. If the mouth works, everyone still works hard to cultivate. The sword is against the throat, and the hand is slapped on the face to know good and evil. It's a bit late.

When their fists are bigger than people, and the situation is stronger than people, they will shout and kill. When they encounter a little setback, they want to opportunistically, and they want to come over to serve as slaves and benefit by the way.

She really looks ugly, but she thinks beautifully.

If Donglai was surrounded and killed by a few of them, and he did not take care of both public and private like Yunsu, he was meddling with his own affairs, and he also wanted to plan the immortal order of immortality. With a radius of tens of thousands of miles, wouldn't it be called Tiantian not to be It's called groundless.

Helping Zhou as an abuser is not worthy of sympathy.

"Yes, Your Honor."

Donglai Zhenren was also free and easy, walked in front of the two, smiled lightly, and said:

"The two of you are gone, we will not send you from the east."

Pupu two swords went down, and the two spirit transformation and scattered immortals opened their eyes wide and died in disbelief.

Yunsu stood in mid-air, the golden light still shining, and the sound of the emptiness in the sky still resounded in the sky, but the situation was completely changed when it was time for a cup of tea.

The two countries stopped the war. Hundreds of ghosts in the temple of ghosts were proficient in ghost ways, causing countless people. The ghost repairers who specialize in evil paths also paid a little price with their lives, and several culprits also fell behind.

The means Yunsu used this time, in addition to the strength in the initial stage of God Transformation, also used the Daoyin supernatural powers that he learned after wandering around Taixu last time, and the golden light was not an illusion, but a real golden light.

These golden lights did not come out of thin air, but Yunsu cast a spell to get a little purple energy from Zixia, and then cast a spell to ripen and evolve magical powers.

The last time he was buried in the Heavenly Remnant Sword, he blended into the sword whip with a trace of Zixia, and the puppy he sucked was crying and screaming that he wanted to die. A terrifying vision of golden sky.

Zixia itself is not completely golden, on the contrary, it is both purple and golden, just like the morning sun, when a ray of purple energy comes from the east, causing the sky to be full of dawn, and the sky is full of golden yellow. Momentum like a rainbow.

The hazy sound, the golden light, and this method, let alone a few mountain-viewing gods and scattered immortals, and hundreds of thousands of mortals couldn't tell the truth from the fake and couldn't resist.

Yunsu is confident that even a peak cultivator in the same great realm of God Transformation, or even an Earth Immortal who has just entered the Void Return Realm, may not be able to see through the reality without being affected.

"Some people are really sneaky, their ghosts linger!"

Yunsu's line of sight swept across the north inadvertently. At this time, he used the large-scale magical power of Daoyin Jinguang, and the perception range was greatly expanded. At a glance, he saw hundreds of miles away, there was a sneaky monk, in some way. The mysterious magic weapon spy on this side.

Leave it alone for the time being, so as not to startle this guy away, Yun Su instead walked towards the Dacheng West Expedition Army.

In the direction of the Dacheng West Expedition, the two turtles and cranes could not stand the combination of the golden light in the sky and the hazy sound of the Daoyin.

I saw that Linghe was pure white, and its body was comparable to a small water buffalo. Its wings could not be less than a few feet, and the giant tortoise on the side was also two feet in diameter. What a delight.

After the two appeared in their original form, they were both enormous.

The giant tortoise was quite interesting. When he didn't know the truth just now, he took the initiative to block the spirit crane behind his buttocks, and the countless tortoise-marked spirit symbols on the surface kept flashing and disappearing, ready to receive a shocking blow at any time.

The two old demons and Donglai Sword Immortal have known each other for many years, and have fought side by side many times.

When the two demons were discussing with each other, planning a plan, and preparing to save Donglai at the risk of death, they saw the goddess golden light descend from the sky, slaughtering the demons with the power of thunder, and killing all the monks in the ghost temple in an instant. It feels like a dream.

"Palace Crane, hurry up, pinch me quickly."

At this time, the golden light was coming this way, and the old turtle was startled, and he was finally able to speak.

The old crane, who was blocked behind, also felt like a dream when he heard the words. He felt that everything in front of him was unreal. Countless sword feathers that have been refined by it for a long time, combined with the spirit of Gengjin in their hearts, are so powerful that they cannot be pinched.

"Ouch..."

The old tortoise suddenly felt as if he had been electrocuted, and turned the head of the tortoise around in grief and looked at the innocent-looking old crane.

"Come, come, it's real, not fake."

"Old turtle, don't talk nonsense this time."

The old crane remembered that the old turtle said about Ziqi from the East yesterday, and suddenly felt a little jealous. At the time, he thought it was just a joke, but he was really caught by his stinky mouth.

The old turtle wanted to refute a few words, but when he thought of the morning light today, the Donglai Ziqi that had completely disappeared, he felt short of breath, retracted the turtle's head, and kept his mouth tightly closed.

The two old demons didn't even bother to quarrel. They were really afraid that the Jinguang Shenren wouldn't like it, and after eliminating the demon, he would kill the demon again.

The two demons were as quiet as a cicada, and they simply lay down on the ground.

If the strength of Donglai Sword Immortal is far beyond what the two of them imagined, this Golden Light Goddess has already surpassed their understanding.

"Where did the golden light **** come from, is it really a god? It's a lot more terrifying than the rare gods and real immortals that have been seen in thousands of years."

Yunsu ignored these two frightened old demons. Compared with ordinary people, cultivators may not see through life and death, and they are more courageous. It is just because of their great strength that they are fearless and courageous. Master, most people still bow their heads when they should. This has nothing to do with righteousness and evil, and is the way of survival for all living beings.

"Where is the burning sun!"

Standing in front of the Dacheng West Expedition Army formation, Yunsu shouted loudly, like a monstrous wave, with great momentum.

"Zhi Yang, the national master of Dacheng, has seen the gods. Thank you gods for slaying demons and eliminating demons, and defending my Dacheng world with supreme supernatural powers."

Zhiyang Zhenren came out more and more without flying, just stood on the ground and bowed in salute.

Yunsu saw in his eyes, but felt that although the ghost temple was not very promising, the selection was relatively accurate. Hundreds of fellow sects of the real Zhiyang were killed, not to mention the ghost king's gloomy sea, even The half-step transformation of the emperor and the real immortal are finished, but he can still pretend to be sane, if nothing has happened, he is really excellent at acting.

"what!"

Suddenly, because of a little doubt in his heart, Yunsu seemed to sense a thought in his heart through this person's face and eyes.

This sudden, elusive feeling, as if he had a good heart.

It turned out that the real person Zhiyang seemed to be thinking in his heart, now that the Ghost Square Temple is temporarily over, he is just taking advantage of his previous shocking credits to return to Dacheng, enjoy the prosperity and wealth, quietly lurking, waiting for the opportunity.

Such a sudden feeling made Yunsu instantly feel that this person was really bad, stupid and evil.

"Zhiyang, look at who I am."

Yunsu didn't say much, patted the Langya sword in his hand, and threw it forward, and then condensed his mana, and pointed it out, showing Zhang Yifan's figure in front.

"Thank you, Mr. Slave!"

Zhang Yifan first knelt down towards Yunsu and bowed before turning around.

At this time, Zhang Yifan, with the help of some of Yunsu's magic power, as if he had temporarily possessed a physical body, roamed in the void, stepped down, as if he had come out of a golden light, holding the Langya sword of his life in his hand, and his imposing manner was threatening.

"It's you!"

The expression of Zhenren Zhiyang was originally calm, as if he was looking forward to something, but suddenly changed. The smile of the former was still frozen on his face, and it was too late to retreat, but there was despair in his eyes.

An extremely rare absurd face where joy and sorrow coexist.

In his imagination, there is this kind of golden light **** to help, Dacheng is obviously out of breath at this time, different from those dead ghost temples, his Zhiyang Zhenren is an orthodox Dacheng cultivator, and he is also the emperor of Dacheng. The national teacher, from the beginning to the end, did not make any abnormal actions, but instead killed 50,000 knights and made a great contribution.

What I need to do now is to hide for a while and enjoy the splendor and riches of the mortal world. When the Temple of Ghosts and Bulao Mountain are freed, they will win. After losing, he is the national teacher who enjoys the grand fortune of the Dacheng Dynasty.

Although this golden armored goddess is powerful, it is not necessarily comparable to the real immortals of Bulao Mountain, not to mention the Yinshan Dynasty that has been passed down for 8,000 years and the Bulao Mountain that has been passed down for 20,000 years. In his opinion, it is still much more powerful and terrifying.

The Yinshan Dynasty and the Bulao Mountain did not know much about the transaction between the Yinshan Dynasty and the Bulao Mountain. He knew a few clues before, but more after he left Hantian City, he heard what the ghost king said, plus some knowledge and experience, and then scrutinized it.

As for the strength of Bulao Mountain, many monks in Nanzhou know it.

However, the appearance of Zhang Yifan ripped apart everything.

"Zhiyang, you bastard, you still recognize me!"

Zhang Yifan raised the Langya Spirit Sword and pointed at the real person Zhiyang from a distance, feeling extremely happy in his heart.

For more than a hundred years, he no longer imagined what it would be like if he stood in front of this person again one day.

Mr. Tuosu's blessing, I finally had this opportunity today. In the presence of hundreds of thousands of troops, it was like questioning this man in front of the whole world. I suddenly felt that my thoughts were clear and incomparable.

"Your original name is Yingu Mountain, you were originally a spy trained by the Ghost Square Temple, but you did your best to sneak into my Wawushan faction a hundred years ago, and then deceived the marriage and the same family, and then deceived the position of the elder.

When you were smashed by me while cultivating the Ulan evil art, you took a bite back, smeared my reputation, ruined my life, not only chased and killed me in every possible way, but even spared my secular family.

Not only did you use demons to harm my tile house disciples, but you also stole the head of the sect, using this as a springboard to confuse the emperor and disrupt the court, defeat my tile house's reputation, and play with everyone in the world.

Today is the day when your reputation is ruined and you die without a burial! "

As soon as these words came out, with the blessing of Yunsu's mana, naturally everyone in Fangyuan heard clearly. Those present, whether it was the few remaining practitioners or the army of 300,000 people, were stunned. Which one came out, aren't all the people in the ghost temple dead?

This Dacheng national teacher is actually also a person from the ghost temple?

"Hahaha, I don't know where the villain came from. When the national division turned the tide, marched west for the country, and led the army to kill 50,000 Ulan iron cavalry, where were you!"

Zhiyang Zhenren managed to survive the initial panic, gritted his teeth and replied.

"Hahahaha, yin ancient mountain, yin ancient mountain, let your organs calculate, people before and after are too smart, but I don't know that there are people outside of this world, and there are heavens outside of heaven."

Zhang Yifan laughed, but in his heart he was grateful that his master, Mr. Su, had foresight. This kind of person is hard-hearted and cruel, and often he will not confess his guilt even when he is about to die.

So, Mr. Su was well prepared.

"Everyone, please see!"

Zhang Yifan waved his right hand, and a huge picture suddenly appeared in the air.

I saw a fairy sect in the continuous mountains, white clouds, aura like water, and many birds and animals. .

In the picture, the real person Zhiyang is sitting on the edge of a blood pool of more than ten feet, swallowing the pure yang energy in the blood, cultivating evil arts, the most amazing thing is that there is even a dialogue, and then the picture moves quickly, countless pictures, Many of the brief conversations were exactly what Zhang Yifan said.

Zhiyang Zhenren just watched the beginning, and knew that a catastrophe was imminent. This originally incompetent colleague, who only knew that the little beast who was wandering around his titular wife, was finally not what he used to be, and his reputation was ruined.

This little beast must not be the God of Golden Light, but the God of Golden Light is on his side.

"Zhang Yifan, you..."

Zhiyang Zhenren only felt anxious, why was he unable to catch this person back then and saw him die with his own eyes, he originally thought that he had already killed him in the last shot, and no one in this world knows his identity except the Temple of Ghosts. Unexpectedly, he came back alive.

The identity of Zhiyang Zhenren is gone, Yingushan almost subconsciously wanted to escape, Yujian left.

Zhang Yifan watched this insidious villain finally lose his reputation and fled like a dog. He just felt very happy in his heart~lightnovelpub.net~ He couldn't help laughing up to the sky, his hair was disheveled, and blood and tears flowed everywhere.

For more than a hundred years, I have never regretted it.

Senior Sister will hear about today's events in the near future.

My wish is only the last ten thousand swords away.

"Yingu Mountain, these ten thousand swords are for my senior sister, for many of my classmates, for Wawushan, for Dacheng, and for everyone who has been deceived and played by you."

I saw that the swords of others were unified, and it was not easy to spend a hundred years in the Tiancunjian burial. There were some opportunities and insights, and there was Yunsu's magic to help. For the time being, the cultivation level was amazing, and the monk who killed Zhiyang Zhenren, a Jindan mirror, was almost is effortless.

I saw that the real person Yujian of Zhiyang had already run away thousands of feet, and there was still a hint of joy. This little beast is really pedantic. I am afraid that he has been suppressed by himself for more than 100 years. Own.

Hearing Zhang Yifan's shouting, he turned his head to look, and was immediately terrified. He saw the boundless sword intent pouring in, and it really seemed like ten thousand long swords were attacking him at the same time.

"what!!"

In an instant, ten thousand swords pierced through the chest, one sword after another, a total of ten thousand swords, no more and no less, the last flesh and blood was chopped into flesh and mud, and then chopped into nothingness by countless swords, and the last trace was did not stay.

Zhang Yifan's wish has been fulfilled, he disperses his figure, and the Langya sword returns to Yunsu's hand.

At this last moment when everything seemed to be complete and everything was at rest, I saw a gigantic object flying from the sky, growing from small to large, getting bigger and bigger, and falling towards Yunsu in the middle of the golden light.

"After holding back for so long, you can't help but want to give it a try at last!"

Yunsu knows that the minions are not counted. After the real four kills, the fifth kill to complete the regret is finally here!

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