The night is as cool as water.
Su Xing and Wu Siyou rushed to the east gate of the fortress, and seeing a group of people, Su Xing was a little surprised, this Fang Xingu unexpectedly gathered nearly a hundred monks, most of them were in the middle and late stages of the Nebula, and there were also four or five Xinghe stage of.
"Brother Su Xing, haha, I'm so glad to see you here." Xin Gu was chatting with a man and a woman above the square, and when he saw Su Xing appearing, he greeted him happily.
"There are a lot of people." Su Xing smiled, and then his eyes fell on the couple.
From the outside, both of them are very young, the female is petite, with dimples on her face, the male is fierce and mighty, the female is in the early stage of Xinghe, and the male has reached the middle stage of Xinghe, it doesn't look like falling stars Or, once the birth date passes, the starfaller will enter the Suzaku Realm, Su Xing also has to pay attention.
"These two are Su Xing and his wife." Fang Xingu introduced to everyone.
The hundreds of monks present all showed surprise eyes, looking at Wu Siyou full of amazement, although Wu Siyou was wrapped in a cloak to cover up his graceful figure, but the innate glamorous temperament still made people feel suffocated, some of them It's funny, but Wu Siyou Xinghe's late stage cultivation was enough to scare them, feeling the coldness emanating from Wu Siyou, the other monks also subconsciously kept a distance.
Su Xingle's leisure.
"Can we go now?" The male cultivator in the middle of the Galaxy said a little displeased.
"My sister has something to do, I'll be there soon." Fang Xingu said apologetically.
Just as they were talking, a budding and delicate young girl came towards here. As soon as she appeared, the monks who were a little restless and dissatisfied immediately fell into peace and stared at the girl intently.
The girl was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a slender figure, white hair like snow, wearing a gray and white Hanfu with large sleeves, embroidered with golden chrysanthemums blooming in the clouds, barefoot, her eyes twinkling, looking like Quite charming, low cultivation, late stage of Xingyun.
"Yanran, come here." Fang Xingu greeted, and he introduced: "This is my cousin Zheng Yanran."
"Cousin, you are so amazing, you have found a beautiful woman." The girl looked at Wu Siyou in amazement with an unscrupulous smile on her lips.
Wu Siyou narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the girl.
"This is Su Xing and his wife, don't mess around." Fang Xingu reprimanded in a low voice.
"Wow, I'm so envious of you, you can marry such a beautiful sister." Zheng Yanran giggled, very lively, and everyone who was originally dissatisfied couldn't help but relax a lot.
After a while, seeing that Ye Yishen and Su Xing didn't want to chat any more, he released the flying sword and said to Wu Siyou with a playful smile: "Lady, come up."
Wu Si snorted and landed on the flying sword.
The others watched with envy as Su Xing released his flying swords and flew with them.
"Cousin, can Yanran be with my sister?" Zheng Yanran said longingly.
"Don't disturb other people's couples." Fang Xingu shook his head and released the flying sword. Zheng Yanran slammed his mouth regretfully and jumped on the flying sword. Hundreds of monks flew towards the Long Blood Canyon. Unleashed a terrifying power.
The smell of blood in Changxue Canyon is surging, and the vast mountains are connected to the city. Legend has it that there are ninety-nine hills in the Wanmo Mountain, which is named after the most bloodthirsty and evil aliens in the Suzaku Realm. On the road leading to the "Colorful City" in the Suzaku Realm Looking at it, it can be said that this Long Blood Canyon is full of murderous intentions.
There were many prying figures on the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains at both ends, but they retreated timidly when they saw the huge number of monks. Some monks from other races who were desperate wanted to attack secretly but were strangled by several Xinghe period monks with sword tactics. Instead, it became their spoils of war.
As the highest cultivation monks, Su Xing and Wu Siyou were at the front of the team.
After going thousands of miles deep, the canyon became more and more low, and the moonlight was blocked by dark clouds all over the sky.
"I heard that the evil ghosts often set up traps to encircle monks. Are we taking a risk?" A monk was a little scared.
"Don't worry, didn't you see that the Red Lotus Fairy wanted to take the life of the Grimace Demon King earlier?" Another monk disagreed. With the Red Lotus Fairy leading the way, it is a great time to enter the Suzaku Realm. No matter how powerful the Grimace Demon King is, he can still strengthen the country Is the red lotus on fire
"I'm afraid that Fairy Red Lotus will deliberately lie to us." The male cultivator in the middle of Xinghe said in a low voice.
"Haha, how could it be?"
They don't want to believe it.
When they entered an open space in the middle of the canyon, the crowd stopped, and saw the corpses of alien races and monks strewn across the field, blood flowing like a river, and the heads of the monks had disappeared.
"There is a trap here, hurry up!" Su Xing shouted upon seeing it.
Everyone hurriedly speeded up their escape.
Roaring all over the body, the canyon suddenly burst into ghost cries, hundreds of ghost laughs sounded out of thin air, and hundreds of round heads suddenly turned into ghosts from all directions, and they were exactly the head curse of the evil ghost clan.
Everyone also expected that they strangled the past with flying swords, magic weapons and talismans.
Hundreds of sword lights twisted each other, killing dozens of heads.
A sharp hiss suddenly tore through the night.
"I opened this mountain, and I planted this tree. If you want to cross this road, keep your head!"
A feeling of chills spread all over the body, and there were sudden bursts of ghost cries around, and the wind howled, making people unable to open their eyes. The faces of all the monks changed, it was the demon king.
The so-called demon king in Suzaku Realm belongs to the commander of a foreign race, and his cultivation base is at least Xinghai period. Hearing the voice of the demon king, these people panicked. The picture shows that the heavy rain fell, the wind became stronger, and the monks with low cultivation level were blown away in a blink of an eye, and the formation of a hundred monks was dissolved in the blink of an eye.
"Leave the head!"
The sharp voice was full of pride.
"Ah, we were deceived by Fairy Red Lotus!"
"Run away!"
The monks shouted in panic. The monks of the Xinghe period used the supernatural powers of swords, flying swords into arrays, and shields to kill a bloody road. They were unwilling to die with a group of monks of the Xingyun period. Anyway, these people have nothing to do with themselves, so stay It's good to be a target when you get off. Su Xing didn't care about this at this time. The Human Head Curse and Yinfeng Curse used by the evil ghosts became bigger and bigger, and there were more and more monks. Su Xing stretched out his divine sense and immediately killed the demon king.
Tens of miles away, the Grimacing Demon King suddenly felt a wave of divine thoughts, his heart shook, and he saw two monks in the blink of an eye. Seeing that Su Xing was only in the galaxy stage, he sneered: "Your head is used to be my king's head eater." The heart array is the best." The hundred heads opened their mouths roaringly, and bit towards Su Xing.
"According to what I said in advance, I won't help you." Wu Siyou looked indifferent.
"Why do you need to bother the lady for such a trivial matter." Su Xing chuckled.
"Unexpectedly, Yingmei would like an apprentice like you." Wu Siyou finally couldn't help it.
Su Xing laughed, and it felt pretty good to tease this ice beauty.
"You're actually flirting and cursing in front of this king!" The Grimace Demon King is three feet tall, with distinct ghost horns, and with a blow with both hands, the human head turned into a black wind and swept towards Su Xing.
Su Xing snorted and pointed.
Twelve golden swords suddenly appeared, and the gleaming golden light illuminated the night. Under Su Xing's control, the sky-piercing sword light quickly formed a huge net around him, with the head of the ghost king The Heart-Eating Curse was strangled in pieces, and the terrifying black energy was easily cut in half as soon as it touched the sky-shattering sword energy.
Tear Sky is made from Tear Sky Golden Flood Dragon Scale, its spirituality and sharpness cannot be stopped by these heads.
A reminder of the sword formula.
The twelve golden swords tearing the sky shined and floated.
"What kind of flying sword is this!" Ghost Face Demon King shouted.
"The flying sword that will kill you!" Su Xing sneered, a light flashed in his eyes.
The Heaven Tearing Sword called out the dragon's chant, piercing through the wind.
"Early stage cultivators in the Galaxy dare to put on airs in front of this king." The Ghost Face Demon King shouted, and a black light as thick as a bucket shot out from the ghost's horns.
Jin Guang made a mistake.
Then he cut off the black light, before the Grimacing Demon King came back to his senses, the Twelve Heaven Tear Swords slammed down like a golden dragon. "Your Majesty!" The other ghost soldiers shouted in fear.
The ghost face demon king showed a look of horror, his body was suddenly torn apart, and he died like this.
Those monster soldiers screamed and ran away as if they had seen a ghost. Su Xing just took a look, and the golden light scattered around, only seeing the golden light shining in the night, screaming. In the blink of an eye, the breath of ghostly crying and howling was exhausted.
"As expected of the Immemorial Sword Art." Wu Siyou sneered.
Su Xing smiled, originally wanted to go back, but after thinking about it, since he had already covered and entered the Suzaku Realm, there was no need for it, and since the Demon King died, the rest were nothing worth mentioning. The monk who lived and died, after thinking about it, Su Xing took off with his sword and flew towards the depths of the canyon.
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Fang Xingu took Zheng Yanran forward quickly under the cover of the forest, with a nervous and cautious expression on his face. On the contrary, the girl looked indifferent and looked at Fang Xingu with great interest.
Ghost screams blocked his way.
Dozens of demon soldiers from the evil ghost tribe screamed, raised their weapons and killed them.
Fang Xingu killed several demon soldiers in a row, when suddenly a head bit his shoulder, and his body was immediately cut with a sword. Seeing that the target was injured, the demon soldiers of the evil ghost race screamed excitedly, Swords and swords shattered again and again.
"Go quickly, cousin will protect you!" Fang Xingu bit his finger and threw out a few talismans.
Swish!
Dozens of heads suddenly opened their mouths wide, biting them with a wicked smile.
Fang Xingu's handsome face was a little pale, and his eyes looked desperate.
Suddenly, the long hair fluttered past the corners of Fang Xingu's eyes like snow, and a large Hanfu raised its sleeves in front of his eyes. The hair was like snow, shining palely in the darkness, and dozens of heads were smashed into pieces immediately. , I saw Zheng Yanran, who seemed to be incapable of even Yujian, suddenly changed her body and stopped in front of him with a Modao.
The girl's smile was still cynical, and she looked at Fang Xingu with eyes full of admiration.
"Cousin, let my little sister come and play with these evil spirits!"
The girl's figure is cold, and the Mo Dao is as cold as iron.
"Yan Ran, are you a star general?" Fang Xingu opened his mouth wide.