Huhu!
The gust of wind blew through and set off dust in the sky.
Here is the depths of the desert, the sky is drowsy, and there is no vitality everywhere, but not far away there is a high mountain, where green vegetation grows.
The appearance of this mountain is incompatible with the entire desert.
Suddenly, a loud noise came here from the direction of the mountain, and then a figure galloped past, and came to the mountain in a blink of an eye.
drink!
It was a woman. She raised her hand with a thick sword beam, slashing directly to the mountain for dozens of miles, and a thunderous loud boom came out, deafening.
The frightening thing is that her such powerful attack failed to shake the mountain, and it was just some movement.
The woman was surprised: "What the hell?"
In the depths of the barren desert, there is a high mountain full of vitality. This in itself is a kind of weirdness. She cut out a sword and couldn't shake it.
The woman had vigilance in her heart.
I don’t know how long it took. A young monk came here with a kind eyebrow and big earlobes. He smiled slightly and bowed to the woman: "After so many years, do you still refuse to let go of some things?"
"Let it down?" She sneered, "Why didn't you consider putting it down when you destroyed my holy land and put me to death?" She looked at the visitors disdainfully: "If I find Zixiao Palace, you will all die."
An Yuhe, the wife of the God Emperor of the Lower Realm, and the mother of Li Heng, was also the holy lord of the Falling Clouds Holy Land 500,000 years ago, named Ziyi.
The first thing to step into the fairy world is to look for the Zixiao Palace.
That was her destiny, and there were many things hidden in it, and a powerful inheritance.
She chased her all the way here. A few days ago, she had clearly seen Zixiao Palace, but she couldn't summon it back. An Yuhe was furious and drew his sword and slashed the land.
"You are no longer in purple clothes." The young monk sighed softly, "But they are still them."
This is amazing news.
Let An Yuhe hear something, that half a million years have passed, and they are still alive.
Ha ha!
She smiled: "So what? If they dare to come out, I will kill them. There is a saying, you don't get out, don't worry about the old lady's shot."
The monk in front of her was just a spirit, so she didn't make a move.
No longer paying attention to the monk, she stared at the mountain, and Hao Hao's sword fell down again, this time even more powerful.
The whole mountain was trembling, some ancient trees on it began to break, and a certain mountain body fell off under this sword. What is shocking is that there is blood flowing from the fallen mountain body.
An Yuhe was frightened: "The Taoist Ziwei."
It is a very old name, there is no record in this world, and this person is also the most powerful enemy of the Luoxia Holy Land.
She was in the mountain just now, and she felt the aura fluctuations of Taoist Ziwei. If this mountain was formed by him, it would be scary.
An Yuhe didn't move rashly.
The young monk said, "They are still there. If you know that you have been here, it will be a big problem."
The Lost Clouds Holy Land is gone, they don't have to kill them all, but if they know that the Purple-Clothed Lord is still alive, the meaning is different.
An Yuhe snorted coldly: "What? Do you think I'm afraid of them?"
"Yes, you are not afraid, but you will always be afraid of them behind you." The monk said, "I am afraid that the Luoxia Holy Land today has not prevented those killings, right?"
The latter is silent.
During the first dark episode, the Immortal King was still there, and they had no fear in the Falling Clouds Holy Land, but then the Immortal King left.
Since that era, the sacred land of Luoxia has been going downhill, and by now, this sacred land has long been withered.
He was right. She An Yuhe was not afraid of those people, but the holy land disciples behind him were too weak, and they couldn't resist or endure the killing.
For a long time!
An Yuhe bypassed this mountain and continued on.
"You still don't give up?" The monk couldn't help but said.
"Enough!" An Yuhe suddenly yelled: "Who do you think you are? Immortal King? You want to stop fighting? Have you asked those dead holy land powerhouses? Their souls are still wailing, you see Is it the current situation of my Luxia Holy Land? Do you think I can let go?"
"If you claim to be high-definition, who can say." She looked at the monk coldly: "Don't think that there is a big Buddha standing behind you, and I dare not move you."
Don't persuade others to let go if you have not endured the pain of being someone else.
This is the most shameless behavior.
Luxia Holy Land wailed for countless times, but what about it
They won't let go, instead they have been making shots until this holy land is annihilated.
What is kindness
What is compassion
Have they ever
An Yuhe drew her sword and slashed over, shattering the soul in front of her. She stared at the depths of the desert coldly: "Don't let me find the Purple Heaven Palace."
Half a million years have passed, and no one hates those people more than her.
The mountain behind him quieted down, and the gust of wind had frozen at this moment, because An Yuhe had already gone far.
……
In the ancient city, the brass bell rang, and young geniuses gathered one after another.
Yin and Yang Immortal Gate are still those few people, they announced the rules of the first game, melee, fighting in a large area, and getting points from each other.
At the end, the top 30 teams will enter the next game.
Hearing this rule, Li Heng smiled.
Lin Mengyao was worried: "Luoxia Holy Land's reputation is not very good. Once the melee appears, they are likely to join hands."
To be fair, it would be okay if it was a ring game, but I think it’s impossible. One is because there are too many people, and the other is that they don’t have so much time to watch the ring slowly.
However, in Li Heng's view, the melee is very fast, so as to avoid wasting time and get the effect directly.
He held the little saint, followed behind the Yin and Yang fairy gate, out of the ancient city, and came to a quiet mountain.
"Everyone, every team is composed of two to three. There will be 2 points for the individual. You only need to beat the opponent and take away the points from the opponent. Secondly, those who don’t have points, please quit here. , So as not to be accidentally injured." The weak Yin Yang Xianmen disciple said: "Before dark, the top 30 teams with the most points can participate in the next game. Okay, let’s start now."
Li Heng and his party have not yet stepped into the war zone, but they ushered in many cold eyes. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, disapproving.
"I want to go too." shouted the little saint.
"Of course!" Li Heng said with a smile: "You are the saint of the Fallen Clouds Holy Land, how can you not enter the battlefield?" After the words, he looked sideways at Lin Mengyao: "Senior Sister, let's go."