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When Jingjiu first came to Tianshoushan many years ago, he didn't like the atmosphere here.

At that time he thought it was because there were many blood of the former dynasty buried in the tomb.

Coming to Tianshoushan today, the feeling reappeared, he didn't care much.

It was not until then that his fingers were caught in the mussel shell that he knew it was a bad sign.

The river mussel looked very unusual. It was slightly gray in color, not smooth, and there was no beautiful arc on the surface.

Of course, he knew the origin of this river mussel, and he had once brought his disciples to Dazao to look for it once.

This is Emperor Xiao's river mussel.

Emperor Xiao was the third sword-slayer in the heavenly continent. He followed the real people of Taiping to stir up the flames in the world. I do not know how many innocent people were killed.

His realm of strength is under the ancestor of Xuanyin, it is far worse than the south trend, and he can live to this day under the threat of Qingshan Sword Formation.

Of course, in the legends of the practice world, this river mussel appears more often as a turtle shell.

Why did Emperor Xiao's river mussel appear in Bai Zhenren's hands? Even Jiu Jiu had no time to think about it at this time, because he had stopped, the flow of time was no longer different, and he was facing the biggest crisis since his rebirth.

That river mussel may be able to block the attack of Qingshan Sword Formation, and it is not really able to block all things, but at least it can support it for a period of time.

No matter how short that time is, it's enough to delay Jian Guang for only a moment.

Because the river mussel is Bai Zhenren.

There was a crunch, and a deep crack appeared in the river mussel, shaking up some fly ash.

Jing Jiu's fingers have not left the river mussel, Bai Zhenren's fist has come.

A loud noise!

Her fist landed on his face impartially.

The fist was small but heavy.

No, the more accurate description should be the weight of the whole sky in that fist.

Countless golden rays overflowed between the fingers of that fist.

Those golden lights are not only the immortality in the fairy tale, but also the imperial spirit in the tomb of the former dynasty!

Whether Bai Xian's immortality or the former royal's imperialism, Jing Jiu's least favorite thing, but also the thing that can restrain him the most.

The imaginary amount of immortality and imperialism illuminate the jade debris falling like snow, and the dark tomb.

Jing Jiu's eyes were also extremely bright, like spar.

The same goes for the skin on his face, like transparent jade.

The spar was dim.

The transparent jade is slightly deformed.

He flew out.

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Boom boom boom boom!

Countless dull impact sounded.

When he entered the mausoleum, he was an immortal Jianguang, who underplayed it as if torn through paper.

When Zhen Fei was shocked, he was like a stone, rude and pitifully destroying those thick stone walls.

He was shot straight out of the tomb, and retreated for more than ten miles, and finally fell heavily on the cliff, forming a large hole, and collapsed numerous flying stones.

Bai Zhenren flew out of the tomb.

Countless blazing rays of light shot out from the round of spring days in the sky, penetrated the Fengshan large array of Wuenmen, and landed among the autumn cliffs.

All the reasons are the piece of fairy in her hand.

At the same time, countless roads of imperial energy flowed out from the passages around the mausoleum, and came like Baichenren under the dust dragon.

Tianshoushan lost these imperial powers, and the suppression of the underworld passage naturally weakened a lot.

For Bai Zhenren, this is really a killer.

The rays of light that had been called from Xianzhang from the spring day woven into a bright and invisible curtain, and this cliff would be covered by sight.

A certain wild flower on the side of the cliff suddenly splashed some dirt, and a tiny hole appeared, and then the sword light fluttered out, and went towards the mountain at a very fast speed.

The Jianguang looked faint and small, like an earthworm dug up by a farmer, desperately escaping to a distance, and looked pathetic.

This sword light is still unimaginably fast. Even the sunshine enshrined by Xianzhen failed to block it, but in the eyes of Bai Zhenren, this sword light is much slower than before.

The reason for this is that the trace of that sword light is a bit unstable, and the body of the sword that wants to come to everything is a little bent.

In other words, Jing Jiu was seriously injured by that punch.

But even if it is slightly damaged, it is still the most powerful sword in all things in the sky and the earth. It should be able to fight another battle with Bai Zhenren holding a fairy. Why did he run away?

Bai Zhenren was a bit surprised. Immediately thinking about the actions of Jingyang and Jingjiu II, his lips turned slightly, revealing a mocking expression.

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Heaven and earth are stoves, and everything is boiled. There is not much time left for this world.

It was for this reason that Jing Jiu was in a hurry to find Bai Zhenren to kill her, and then went back to deal with those troublesome issues.

It's just that he didn't expect it, the whole world didn't expect it, Bai Zhenren has been waiting to kill him.

Now it seems that Kirin's remarks are her preparation in advance.

Countless holes appeared in the tomb of Tianshou Mountain, white jade coffin turned into a snow, countless imperial spirits were lost from the ground, and the river mussel ... was obviously the means of Emperor Xiao.

The injured Jing Jiu disappeared into the sky.

Bai Zhenren used the immortality to display the heavens and the earth, and in a short time he came to the realm.

She lifted her eyes and looked around, and couldn't help raising the crooked Jianguang, raising her eyebrows slightly.

From the heavenly continent to the underworld, Jing Jiu chased her for more than an hour, as long as I lived.

Who would have thought that the situation had suddenly changed, at this time it was her turn to hunt down Jingu.

Her situation is better than that of Jingjiu, because destruction is easier than construction.

In addition to killing Jiu Jiu, she has more options and is a better choice.

The underworld passage here is about to open, but there are some problems in opening the underworld passage elsewhere.

She wants to make this world-wide furnace fully operational as soon as possible, and then she has to solve those problems.

The nearest entrance to Tianshou Mountain is on the East China Sea and it is the Tongtianjing.

The sea water fell into the sky, the blue smoke rose again, and the strands rose from the dark ground, but encountered an invisible barrier and could not spread.

The blue curtain sedan stopped quietly above the Tongtian well. The peach blossoms on the blue curtain became more and more gorgeous, and countless fresh breaths caught the cliffs by the sea.

Shuiyue's master's method is much gentler and better than Cao Yuan, and the effect is even better.

Tong Yan confirmed that the green smoke was unable to break out of the ban for the time being, and finally relieved himself to prepare to treat those dead and wounded fellows of Shui Yuezhang and Guocheng Temple, and suddenly found that his own shadow on the ground became darker.

The figure darkens because there is less sunlight.

He looked up arrogantly into the sky, staring directly at the sun, and his pale face was full of shock and despair.

A figure fell from the sky at a very high altitude.

Looking at the height, the man even came from the virtual world.

Looking at it from the ground, the man seemed to jump out of the sun, and also deprived the sun of its due light.

The blazing sun was blocked and only a layer of gold was set on the edge of the white coat.

Tong Yan is very familiar with that breath, knowing who it is, can be so desperate.

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The white dress dyed with gold rim is more like a cloud.

Bai Zhenren fell from the sky, and patted his palm to the green curtain car.

Throughout the whole process, she didn't seem to look at Tong Yan, she didn't see how pale this desperate disciple once was and how desperate her eyes were.

With a bang, the top of the green curtain sedan opened like a flower, and a white, jade palm broke through the sedan, welcoming Bai Zhenren's hand.

There was a slamming sound, and the two palms met, and numerous winds roared.

The blue curtain flutters uneasily ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ It's like the wine bar of the inn outside Qianli Fenglang, which is about to be torn by the wind.

Numerous huge waves surged on the East China Sea. It looked like thousands of white lines, but instead of sweeping towards the shore, it went toward the depths of the sea.

Bai Zhenren's expression is indifferent, but he has extremely powerful self-confidence, and even gives people an incomparable feeling.

Master Shuiyue is also a big thing in heaven, but how can she be regarded by her.

She didn't even use Xianyu, so she was going to directly put the other party directly into the deepest part of the patio.

Suddenly, a strange color appeared in her eyes.

Rub it.

Suddenly a sword tip was born in the palm of Shuiyuezhu's white as jade.

That sword pierced the palm of Bai Zhenren easily, and then turned into a sword light.

Jian Guang entered her arm and broke out from behind her shoulder in an instant, bringing out a blood-stained flower.