The vast sky and the sky, a golden color, the clouds are surging, the strong attributes of the Zhou Dynasty are like the beasts, and the creatures who want to be in it are all swallowed and eaten.

The torn space squats one after the other, rolling in and out, wrapped in the mountains and mountains.

Surrounded by the undulating green, the golden crests of the waves are endless, the rising golden ripples are looming, the momentum is magnificent, and they are far away, if they have been squatting.

Among the heavy rock stacks, the Su Yi shoulder-shoulders blood-soul-killing swords are flying fast. As they cross a mountain peak, the mountain shape becomes softer. The metallic nature of the Zhoukong is also under the special effect of the Gorefiend. It became extremely soft and smooth, just like the fat, let Su Yi gradually adapt.

Gradually, the speed of Su Yi's feet is getting faster and faster, and the surprise of the blood-soul-killing sword in the heart is getting deeper and deeper. A question in my heart will come to my heart. What is the origin of the blood-soul-killing sword? But Su Yi is clear, and the Holy Mountain must be inextricably linked.

"call!"

The vortex of the whole body is wide open, and the enthusiasm of the rushing is like a river flowing into the sky, the fire is flashing, and Su Yi goes by the wind. Once again, through the erratic mountains, a faint building is faintly seen. The momentum is magnificent.

The golden glory, the quaint outer wall is mottled and old, and the sloping house is exposed to the dazzling golden light, like a dung-stricken old man, and like a huge beast that is sleepy. Spit smoke and golden flames.

This building should be the remains of the Holy Emperor mentioned in Xuehonglou. The Shengwutang outside is dedicated to the spiritual position of the various emperors, and the Holy Emperor who can be buried in the Jinyuan Day is less. There are few, so within the will, how much energy is huge, can be seen!

With a huge epee on the shoulder, like a monkey climbing, it stands lightly on a high ground, and the spirit spreads out. Su Yi can find the atmosphere of the snow red building in the building through the blood magic killing sword. Deeper, there is a deep and huge atmosphere.

Liu Ruoxi’s breath is also in it, but the lack of a long-lasting wind is lacking.

"This guy will disappear when he comes in. Do you want the oriole to be behind?" Su Yi looked around in the air, his eyes closed, and the souls rushed out, endless, and overwhelmingly smashed into the space.

After a long while, still did not feel the traces of the long wind, then the long sleeves shook, the vitality converge, the **** demon sword in front of the body, shrugged his nose, the fine flow in the eyes.

"Go in! If you want to be tight!" Su Yi made up his mind, since he has found Liu Ruoxi, he will take her directly.

Only the holy and snow red buildings are still good to say, as long as Liu Ruoxi promised, Xue Honglou and the Holy Spirit blocked, Su Yi is not afraid.

However, if you are thinking about a conspiracy, you will have to take the first step out of the Jinyuan Day.

Suddenly, his face sank, Su Yi waved the blood devil to kill the sword, facing the heart-wrenching metallic energy of the Zhou Dynasty, with a sharp wind breaking sound, turned into a residual shadow suddenly plundered to the door of the will.

"boom!"

The gate of the will suddenly opened, and Su Yi stood at the door, knowing that the Xuehong Building had entered, and could not help but feel tight.

Then an arrow rushed in. After entering, the dim light filled the dense ripples of space, and the sky was swept away.

Looking at the inside of the will, the huge stone wall is mottled and cracked, the faint golden mysterious lines are lingering, and the interior of Su Yi’s heart is clear. The mighty golden attribute is like a gold net shrouded in it, and instantly covers the half body of Su Yi. At the same time, it is still expanding.

"This is the will of the Holy Emperor. In addition to the legacy of the emperor, there must be a lot of treasures, elixir, Su Yi have a chance not to waste!" Chi Feihong trembled with a greedy light.

Su Yi then nodded, and the holy mountain and himself had a deep hatred of blood and sea. It would not be an exaggeration to bring back the money.

While thinking about this, Su Yi couldn't help but speed up, and the swordsman swayed, and the vitality storm in front of him was turned away and flew away in the depths.

"Boom!"

Listening to the sound of a thunderous sound in the distance, Su Yi can distinguish the position should be in the center of the will.

"Red House, how come you alone? Big Son?" The old and thick voice came from the position of the center of the will, and the voice of the Holy One was heard.

Su Yi soul shop unfolded, holding the bloodsucker to kill the sword, the brow was picked, and as expected, the Xuehonglou had come in, but there was no trace of the long wind, open ears, listen carefully.

"I didn't see the big Son. According to the regulations, should the Holy Mountain be better than I won?" Snow Red House sounded cold.

"Even if you win, I can't marry you!" A frosty female voice came slowly, and the Snow Red House had not spoken yet, and was scorned back by the Holy Lord.

"If you are too arrogant, have you forgotten your identity?" The language is reprimanded, and it is rare to see it in a gentle sage.

"I!" Liu Ruoyi took a red makeup, standing under the golden light wall, with sadness, but when looking at the snow red building, it was still cold.

The saints looked back at Liu Ruoxi, and their eyes were full of waves. They said: "According to the rules of Dabi, who can get the sword of the Holy King, and who is the new emperor, now the emperor sword has disappeared. You and the Great Son are in the confrontation of the emperor's widow, the big Son is not there, how can there be a result?"

The two deep-eyed eyes of Xuehonglou are extremely sharp, and they are proud people. Liu Ruoxuan’s resolute attitude makes him feel stubborn and starving.

"Nine saints, if you wait for Su Yi, even if he is here, you must pass me this level! You want to take off the seat of the Holy Man, where is the face of the holy mountain?"

Listening to this, Liu Ruoxuan’s voice rose up instantly, and Xue Yan trembled. The forehead curtain was swaying and step forward: “What, Su Yi is coming!”

As he spoke, Liu Ruoxuan’s voice began to tremble, his heart swayed, and the sacred sorrow was horrified at the same time. This place is a holy mountain. If someone who is not a holy mountain comes in, how can he not know it.

"Hey!" Snow red building, which is not willing to say more, is as light as electricity, and its eyes have become fierce from indifference.

"Da da da!"

A sound of footsteps came, and Liu Ruoxi and the saints showed some undulations of light in their eyes. Between the movements, they saw a young boy with a giant sword flying fast.

In the green robe hunting, the face of fortitude, the sword eyebrows fly, not who Su Yi can be!

"This metallic atmosphere is not a long delay!" The Holy See only saw Su Yi anger rolling, his eyes condensed, the speed was very fast, coming towards his side.