Jianfeng's wind continued, and the iron eagle flew farther, but did not disperse those heavy clouds.

Ping Yongjia sat on the ground with her eyes closed, her breath was gentle and peaceful, as if she had fallen asleep, but her right hand was still pointing to the east, as if she was telling the world—look, how bright the sun is!

The sound of friction and the rolling of sand and stones were everywhere around the cliffs, and countless swords flew out again, hovering in the surrounding sky, as if in a formation.

Zhao Layue knows that this is not the resurgence of Qingshan Sword Formation, it can only be regarded as a prototype.

Qinger looked at her and said, "With his temperament, at this critical moment, you can endure temperament to explain to you for so long, it seems that you are really different to him."

Zhao Layue didn't speak, and looked at the sword hole on the cliff of Liang Wangfeng in silence, with a look of amusement.

The wind was calming down, and Jianfeng was illuminated by several swords.

Nan forget, Guangyuan real person and the three elders from Yinfeng fell in the mountains.

They didn't speak, and didn't even sit close to where Ping Yongjia was sitting. They each chose a cliff and sat down. This is the meaning of protecting the law.

A thin thread emerged from the clouds and mist, gradually weaving into snow-like things, and fell into Zhao Layue's arms with great accuracy.

Zhao Layue gently touched his head.

Ada gave her a consolation, and expressed her consolation, telling her that the so-called scourge would live for ten thousand years, and that guy would have a hard time trying to die.

Suddenly the wind raged again, clouds and clouds swept up and headed towards the sky.

The corpse dog appeared above the sea of ​​clouds, looking at the world, his eyes were extremely cold.

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There is a long distance between Qingshan and the East China Sea, and even the fastest Furth sword cannot be reached quickly.

But today this sword light is special after all.

Shortly after the cliffs of Liangwang Peak were pierced, the sword light illuminated the cliffs on the East China Sea and the gloomy Tongtianjing.

Jianguang fell between the frosty grasses, and his clothes fluttered lightly, showing Jing Jiu's figure.

A Piao was very surprised. I thought, sir, you asked me to come here. Why did you chase it afterwards? Is there anything else you want to confess?

"Where is Cao Yuan?" Jing Jiu asked slightly, raising his eyebrows.

Now that he has made such an important decision and paid such a great price, he will have to grasp the whole situation completely, and he doesn't like this kind of accident.

"Swordmaster has fallen into the dark." Tong Yan said.

Jing Jiu looked at him and asked, "Nothing?"

Tong Yan said: "The level of the mage is too high ..."

Jing Jiu didn't listen to his time for explanation, and reached out his hand and said, "Clock to me."

Jing Yunzhong is a magic weapon that Tan Zhenren carries with him. The reason why it appears in the hands of Tong Yan is naturally because of the agreement reached between Jing Jiu and Tan Zhenren.

Tong Yan was silent for a while, and took Jing Yunzhong into his hand.

Looking at this scene, A Piao felt a little unlucky, but he didn't dare to say anything.

Jing Jiuwang said to the blue curtain car, "Sister, please suppress it here."

I don't know when he started, he was very polite to the people in Shuiyueyu.

There was a light voice from the master of the water curtain in the blue curtain car: "You go."

Buzz.

Jing Jiu disappeared from the place.

That Jianguang went to the East China Sea.

The sea breeze blew and frostweed broke again.

The blue curtain sedan floated up and hovered over the Tongtian well.

Countless tiny peach blossoms bloomed on the blue curtain, exuding an extremely fresh breath, like a strand of silk, closing the passage.

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There are countless huge waves in the depths of the sea, as if it turned into a river, rushing towards somewhere.

Where the endless seawater is, the big vortex, accompanied by the bang, the blue and transparent water wall keeps collapsing and falls into the endless abyss.

The blue water was illuminated by a bright sword. The giant rubbed his eyes subconsciously. When he saw the looming well in the waves, he could not help but open his mouth, and his thick face showed an unbelievable expression, thinking about you Come so fast, and more importantly how did you come?

He hasn't seen it for hundreds of years, but he won't forget what this friend is like.

Jing Jiuwang looked at the countless drops of blood in the sky, feeling the fierce atmosphere during which he could not help raising his eyebrows slightly.

This morning, he raised more eyebrows than his long life combined.

The Tongtian killing array is indeed extremely powerful and terrible, especially after the sacrifice with fire carp blood, it has the real power to destroy the world.

But still can't stop the sword.

The sword illuminates the surface of the sea, and through the numerous waves with the last morning light, tears through the sky like a paper, and comes to the center of the large vortex.

Jing Jiu stood between the sky and water mist, glanced at the seawater continuously falling to the underworld, raised his eyebrows again, and took out the Qingtianjian when he turned his right hand.

The rising sun is brighter than before, and the sun reflects on the blue sky to reflect a bright beam of light. There are extremely complicated patterns around the beam. If you look closely, you can find that the so-called pattern is actually composed of very small scripture spells. .

If Zenzi is here at this time, he will find that he is using the Zen mirror technique he is best at, and there is also the sect of the mirror sect, which is even more sublime.

The beam of light emitted by Qingtian Jian, with the slowly flowing scriptures around it, shines into the deepest part of the heavenly array.

Those blood beads condensing the blood of the monster beast suddenly melted upon encountering the pillar of light.

There was a very dim flame in the depths of the Heavenly Killing Formation, and it was erratic, suddenly caught by the beam of light, suddenly unable to move.

After a while, the dark flames returned along the pillar of light, and he was put into the Qingtianjian.

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The world in Qingtianjian is as usual, there is no more sky fire.

Tourists on the street are like weaving, and the thunder in the yamen is thunderous. The robbers look far in the mountains. Wangfu's face has tear marks. Zhangfu exclaims, and then the cry is soaring. Several ladies cry while secretly Looking at Yongquanjing, I thought the old lady actually started to vomit blood. Is it really impossible? How can I use blood in this well?

Mrs. Zhang's breath was very weak, but her hands were still tugging at the edge of the well, refused to be taken away, and stared at the well.

The blood water he spit flowing down the wall of the well, and soon he could not see it, but he knew that the blood had melted into the well water.

The blood gradually drifted in the clear well water, and then gradually condensed into a ball, and then gradually produced some protrusions. One of the protrusions vibrated slightly, and some fine lines appeared on the surface, which looked like fish fins!

With the passing of time, the shape of the blood became clearer and clearer, turning into a red carp!

Mrs. Zhang's weak body didn't know where to get a powerful force, and stood upright, screaming: "Get this fish!"

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The red carp was caught and carefully placed in a gold pot.

Mrs. Zhang took the golden pot into the ancestral hall, and closed the door. No one was allowed to peep, even the most beloved granddaughter.

The perimeter of the ancestral hall was full of people. The children of the Zhang family looked at the closed wooden doors of the ancestral hall, their faces were so dignified that they thought what had happened?

The ladies who were still worried that the well water could no longer be used, whispered in the corner, and could faintly hear demon and ominous words.

After this torment, Mrs. Zhang was too tired to sit. She sat on the ground in front of the incense case and looked at the red carp in the golden basin, her face full of nervousness.

The red carp was very mentally sloppy, his body was crooked from time to time, and his mouth spit with foam, and it seemed that he might die at any time.

"Old man, are you?" Zhang Zhang asked with a quivering voice.

"Not who else can I be ..." The red carp said weakly, "I said you were going to wash my hands with my bath water? So frugal?"

Zhang Zhang said blankly, "What do you mean?"

The voice of the red carp was filled with annoyed and helpless emotions: "Don't say it is a golden pot, even if it is a real cornucopia, this is too small!"

Its weak tail suddenly touched the wall of the basin, and the fish's lips suddenly rounded, squeezing and screaming, "He's so ... painful! Give Lao Tzu a big place!"

Mrs. Zhang quickly got up and pushed open the door of the ancestral hall, and shouted out loudly: "Move my bathing tub ... then who ... dig a pond in the yard!"

People all heard the carp's sigh of pain, and their faces were pale.

At this time listening to the old lady's instructions, where dare to stay, and quickly took the opportunity to run out.

The door of the shrine was open.

The golden pot is down, the incense case is up, the green smoke is slowly.

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"Aga!"

The giant's voice came in from outside the sky, like a thunderous thunder.

Jing Jiu knew that he was reminding himself that the scope of this heavenly killing array was too large, and it would take too long to absolve it with Buddha light.

Then use Jianguang.

The waves were still, and an extremely bright sword light traveled through the sea at an unimaginable speed, drawing countless lines in the sky.

Numerous thin holes appeared on the azure water wall, like the sandy beach with rain falling behind.

The countless blood beads that shattered the sky in turn shattered, cracked into flowers, and then purified by Jianguang ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ After all, the magnificent things are composed of countless details, and that Jianguang is best at cutting all the details the relationship between.

The sword light traveled between the sky and the sea, and could not be seen clearly by the naked eye.

The extremely horrific, powerful team that was capable of destroying the heavens and the earth, gradually stopped operating at the speed visible to the naked eye, and then gradually dissipated from the edge.

In fact, it didn't take long, but Jian Guang, which was so unimaginable, was a long time.

When the speed is fast to a certain degree, some magical changes will occur in the rules of heaven and earth.

At this time, in the eyes of Jing Jiu, the morning light on the sea seemed to become a fragment, and it seemed to have a length and a strange beauty.

He looked at Chenguang with a different mood.

Brother likes to destroy the world, you like to save the world ... But what is the point of such a tired thing?