Archfiend

Chapter 864

"Kill!" With tears in his eyes, Yao Kunwu took the lead.

Can't see, but can feel, behind that familiar aura suddenly distorted, and then burst, he already know, a Taoist friend has been driving crane West.

be torn with grief.

Although there are differences, although there has been no convergence for thousands of years, it is still a vein of Zhang Daozu. Today we gather in the ancestral court. Isn't it the grand scene of the day when Daozu created heaven and earth?

However, flowers are similar year by year, and people are different year by year. The former friends of Taoism fall behind them now, but they can't have a look at them at all.

It's not that you don't watch, it's that you can't watch.

He didn't know how long he had been killed. There were rows of magic weapons in all directions. His body was already covered with blood. He didn't have the energy or time to see it.

He knew very well that only by moving forward and constantly moving forward could he restore the dignity of those Taoist friends who died in the war.

"Dangdang!" The sword broke through the air, and several great Jin friars fell down like wheat. The whole body's spiritual power had never been so coordinated, although the coordination also disappeared like flowing water, he had no regrets.

The light of the sword returned, and he stood up with his sword. Living in the vast Kuroshio is like an island in the river. The calm demeanor among thousands of troops, the indifferent attitude towards life and death, and the power of Sha Tongtian, make the people around not close for a moment.

"Pa pa pa..." a burst of applause came, and a young man with a folding fan stepped in the air, and the surrounding army retreated like a Moses water dividing stick. The young man looked at him carefully: "not bad."

"Would you like to be a bookboy for me?"

Yao Kunwu also smile, smile did not fall, the sword has turned into a white dragon, straight from the childe's body key.

"Bold!"“ How dare you be rude to the third son of Qin Shangshu! "“ Young master, it's your destiny to look up to you! Why don't you get down on your knees and thank you quickly? "

When the golden light shines, the young master unfolds his folding fan, thousands of peach blossoms float out and turn into ashes with the white dragon. Yao Kunwu gasped and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. The hand that tied the sword was shaking slightly, but he raised it without hesitation. He gasped and laughed: "you don't deserve it."

"I'm just asking." He restrained his smile: "I appreciate the momentum you have shown. But you, at least the first few, will never surrender. I don't want to talk to you. "

"The seven sons of xuanming in Shangshu mansion, take you on the road!"

"Boom!" With a sound, the spirit power of Xudan state burst out, the five senses began to twist, and the body began to expand: "roll!! I will take his head with my own hands! "

The aura is like a tide. It's the aura of waiting for work with ease. All the people around withdraw. A few seconds later, a monster like King Kong appeared from the golden light with double horns on his head and full of runes.

In a few seconds, Yao Kunwu finally swept around for the first time.

Hundreds of thousands of troops, into the tens of millions of Kuroshio, like stones into the bottom of the lake, there is no ripple. Most of the friars are divided in the outer part of the battlefield. They are the friars with the lowest accomplishments, and they are gradually eroded. The white aura forms a continuous array and decreases continuously.

On the contrary, they, the sect leaders and elders, entered the hinterland of the great Jin Dynasty with the power of crazy tigers. But... Now, there are only seven miracles left in the eye, including him.

Every one of them was crumbling. He knew this feeling. It was a sign that his spiritual power was about to be overdrawn. When manpower was poor, it was enough to kill now.

Little by little, he looked back at the misty mountain in the night. Five flavors are mixed.

Zu Ting

I'm afraid I'll never be able to go back

"Dead!" With one blow, Yao Kunwu met him with a sword. In an instant, the air exploded like firecrackers. A figure pulled out more than ten meters of blood line and was directly shocked into the air.

"Roar!" The young master looked up at the sky and screamed wildly. His eyes were red, and his huge body, four or five stories high, rushed like an eagle: "people in Qingcheng Mountain are looking at you... Ha ha! I will tear you to pieces in front of them! Look who dares to fight with horses! "

In a word, let Yao Kunwu bite the tip of his tongue in retrogression, and the spirit that was almost scattered revived again.

Yes... The whole ancestral court is looking at itself.

Even if he fell down, he could not fall so down.

His eyes swept slightly. Not only him, but all the front door owners followed him. The white light, which had just been submerged by the Kuroshio, was shining with another light. Everyone was burning his last point of cultivation.

Mind electricity turn between, huge shadow crazy rush. The other side's accomplishments are similar to his, but his state is very different from his own."Kneel down to the great Jin, mole ant!"

"Boom!" The fist full of white hair is the size of a person. It brings a lot of fishy wind. The air around him seems to solidify in an instant. He bites his teeth. The next second, his whole body suddenly erupts into the sky.

When a sword came to the west, he could only see the light of the sword, but could not see the sword. The beast screamed back a few meters. Under the shadow less sword, there was a scar on his left hand.

Deep visible bone, blood flow.

In front of him, Yao Kunwu's whole body was burning with golden light, and his face quickly changed from young to middle-aged. In a few seconds, his head was already white.

Burn Shouyuan.

"Come on." The giant beast's huge teeth were sharpened like a blade: "such an opponent has a slight desire to torture me."

One man, one beast, stand aloof in the air, no one takes the lead.

The war has started for more than an hour, and there are still hundreds of thousands of monks in the rear, all surrounded by layers of Kuroshio. A layer of solid shield, spear, meat grinder kept stabbing inward, countless magic weapons in the air were as dense as locusts, and everyone was injured. But he tried his best to maintain the familiar array.

At this moment, everyone looked in the past, even the people of the great Jin Dynasty looked behind them.

Where is it?... the aura runs through the sky, the auspicious atmosphere is everywhere, and in the center of the Kuroshio, the seven lights are shining like the sun on a moonlit night.

On Qingcheng Mountain, all the door owners hold their fists.

Burning Shouyuan

Then I'm afraid it's self explosion

Thousands of years of inheritance, not thousands of years of disputes, it is not important.

Under the ancestral court, what's the difference?

What's wrong with Buddhism and Taoism?

The existence of seven glories is just like the symbol of faith. One of the sect leaders, with reddish eyes, looked at the sky. He did not dare, would not, and did not want to see this scene. Seventeen orthodoxy disappeared in front of them. They were born of a mother, but they were separated from each other.

"Reinforcements..." he closed his eyes and suddenly yelled, "where are reinforcements?"

As soon as his voice fell, he tried his best to turn into a streamer and rushed to Laojun hall.

At the same time, dozens of streamers all over the mountain poured into the mountain. Just as he approached the top of the mountain, Xu Yangyi's voice rang out quietly: "no move, no entry."

The last word fell, and a huge hand spread out from Laojun hall, pressing everyone on the stone steps leading to Laojun hall.

This stone step has a name.

The road to heaven.

According to legend, Zhang Daoling finally came here and planted a peach tree. Under the tree, he realized Taoism and created Taoism.

Now... His descendants, his orthodoxy, and dozens of sect leaders all kneel on the stone steps. Kneeling on the road he once walked, everyone was tearful, but no one questioned the edict of Jindan.

"You..." Xu Yangyi's voice with a touch of subtle fluctuations, and then calm as water: "what do you want to do?"

"Vacuum faction, please fight!" Before his voice fell, a big man with a beard over his chest, who was not like a Taoist, stood up. Now his eyes were red and his voice was hoarse. He said with a clasp: "please be a real man!"

"The real man..."

Before Xu Yangyi opened his mouth, a big man kowtowed to the stone steps. After thousands of years, he finally got the first touch of blood. In the process of blood splashing, the man in the later period of foundation building refused Jindan immortal for the first time, and hissed: "Xiao Changfeng, the 320th generation leader of vacuum sect, asked to fight!! Ask the real person to complete it! "

I can't get up on my knees.

bleed like a pig.

Before he finished, an old man also kowtowed, his voice choked: "Cao Wuyan, the contemporary sect leader of Jishan sect, please fight!"!! Please give me your consent! "

I can't get up on my knees.

"The contemporary sect leader of Heshan sect, tianyuanzi, please fight! Heshan sent 12000 Erlang to fight the enemy! Cut off the enemy's head“ Sun Chengui, the contemporary sect leader of Jinshan sect, please fight!! Jinshan sent 21000 friars to rescue paoze! "

"Go to war!"“ Go for war! "“ Real man, please fight! "

No one can see, Qingcheng peak, all the golden elixir tears. Even if Xu Yangyi is such a hard-blooded person, he still looks at the sky and tears silently.

Seeing his brother, Daoyou, not far ahead, but unable to save himself, this moment is not important at all. What they want to save is this person, this inheritance, this Taoist incense.

Ten thousand ways return to one's heart.He didn't open his mouth, but the door owner on the way to heaven didn't stop at all.

They can't stand it, they can't stand it!

"Immortal, as long as you give me 10000 people, I will bring back all the door owners!"“ Real person, we have to save! Before the ancestral court, let the orthodoxy disappear! How can Zhang Daozu feel at ease? "“ It has been handed down for thousands of years. Once it was beyond the ancestral court, the real person... "

The sound can be controlled at first, but it's choked at the back. In the end, it comes together into one voice.

"Seek the perfection of the real person!"

Qi brush, sound like a bell, all the monks near Laojun hall heard it.

Please fight!! All Taoist schools, please fight! Please forgive me! "

In Sanqing palace and Siyu palace, which are the closest to Laojun palace, the old palace owners open their eyes and burst into tears.

"Daozu... Have you seen it..."

"We... Are not divided... The fire of Tao will last forever..." we are not divided