Li Qingshan glanced over, but didn't even find Dai Mengfan. It seemed that she had disappeared without a trace after he turned into a bull demon and started killing. But when she felt it a little bit, she realized that she had not left the Vientiane City, but went to the other side of the Tianshu Tower and hid underground. "What's this? An ostrich?" Li Qingshan didn't take it seriously. Even if he was in the "Vientiane Enveloping Array", his perception ability was greatly weakened, but she wouldn't be unable to find her. His heart stopped, he took a few steps in a row, blasted a few punches, and killed all the remaining true disciples before he went to look for Dai Mengfan. Boom boom boom boom... The sound of Yang Shen's bursting fluctuated and rang. The earth quaked, the sea was tumbling, and storms danced wildly. The sky seemed to melt, turning into a blazing light, flowing down and flooding the entire Vientiane City. Although Li Qingshan's goal was only true disciples, the fire at the city gate affected Chiyu, and no one could stay aside. A true disciple tried to restrain his breath and change his appearance, trying to get away in the crowd and escape the catastrophe. His Yang God burst in the crowd, and instantly swallowed dozens of surrounding buildings and hundreds of practitioners. Even if most of the sun gods burst in mid-air, it was enough to smash low-level practitioners within ten miles. In this great horror that seemed like the end of the day, hundreds of evacuations rose from the city of Vientiane and fled in all directions, like a flock of migratory birds that flew by, feeling the chill of winter. None of these people existed in Guihai Lingzun's eyes. Below Yang Shen's cultivation level, unless he could form an army formation, he would not be able to pose the slightest threat to Li Qingshan, and staying in the city would only increase casualties. Moreover, he has achieved his goal, sacrificing all true disciples and maximizing the consumption of Li Qingshan's aura. Next, it is time to fight head-on! Um? It seems that some people are unwilling to sacrifice. As the master sister of the Vientiane Sect and the only true disciple who has made great achievements, Dai Mengfan is continuing his path to survival. It was three quarters back to Yinshi, the sky was unclear, and the night was about to end, Li Qingshan had just returned to Vientiane City and bought the first pot of wine. A gray-blue building in the west of the city is where the Department of Law is located. Yang Miaozhen, who was imprisoned here, slowly opened his eyes, sighed slightly, stopped meditating, and walked off the stone bed. The detention of the Department of Law is very lax. She has only been banned for her cultivation and cannot use spells, but it does not affect her cultivation. She felt a powerful confidence and arrogance from it. She is already the pinnacle of the Golden Core, only one step away from the Three Heavenly Tribulations, but what if she has survived the Three Heavenly Tribulations? Yang Miaozhen smiled bitterly, even if he had survived four or five more tribulations and became a high-ranking monk of the Yang God, he would never escape from this dungeon. The dungeon was hundreds of feet deep, and there was only a skylight at the top, which gradually revealed a touch of light. The morning mist poured in from the skylight, refreshing and refreshing her. She had imagined her own various ways of death: she lost her mind when she was practicing, she was struck to death by lightning when she was crossing the catastrophe, she was eaten by monsters when she was gathering medicine, or she was pierced to death by flying swords when she was fighting with other practitioners... In short, it is the common method of death for practitioners. Unexpectedly, the end of her path of practice was in such a dungeon, and she was about to be penalized. 'Isn't this like a mortal? '
She hated this way of death, and felt helpless, so she could only swing her long legs and walk back and forth in the cell with a crane-like pace. Even though the xinxing is extraordinary, no one can maintain absolute peace in the face of death that is approaching but does not know when it will come. He can't help but review his life experience, one thing, one individual. But strangely, it was not Li Qingshan that she remembered the most, but Li Guinian, her only son. The little face, hands, and feet at birth are all clearly identifiable, and when she was five or six years old, she followed her to learn Taoism seriously... I am afraid I will never see him again in this life! Suddenly, she felt grief, and she truly felt the imminent death. Hurrying back to the stone bed and continuing to meditate, she tried her best to suppress the emotions in her heart. She wanted to die as a practitioner, not a woman. She hated crying. She closed her eyes, her breathing gradually became stable again, and she soon entered a state of spiritual practice. This is the one thing she has done the most in her life. At this moment, a voice like the sea came from above: "Li Qingshan, "The Book of Vientiane" is the treasure of the Vientiane Sect. The master ordered me to guard the Sect of Vientiane. Give it to a demon!" Yang Miaozhen's eyes widened, thinking that he had heard it wrong, he stretched his slender white neck and tried to look towards the skylight. After a while, the voice sounded again, and it came clearly: "All the disciples listen to the order, and punish the incarnation of Li Qingshan! Today's battle is about the survival of the sect. If anyone dares to take a step back..." Then came the roar of a series of spell explosions. Voice. Yang Miao really laughed and thought: "If he comes, then I am afraid I still have a living!" Although she may not fully understand the meaning of "devil god", she has a kind of unwarranted trust, a woman's trust in a man. Of course, there are also women who do not trust men, "Oh, I just don’t know, does he remember me? Even if he does, I’m afraid I’m locked here." I want to call out loudly, worrying about disrupting his fight or being detained. Threat him as a hostage. Suffering from gains and losses for a time, with ups and downs of mind, there is no way to continue practicing. After a while, a figure flashed in front of him, and a woman appeared in front of Yang Miaozhen. Even though she was standing in the darkness, Yang Miaozhen recognized her at a glance. Anyone in the world, whether a man or a woman, will never forget as long as he meets her once. She not only possesses a stunning appearance that is hard to find in the world, and a graceful and graceful figure, but also has a strong cultivation base that looks out of the crowd and the noble and gorgeous temperament of a queen. "Dai Mengfan!" Yang Miaozhen said calmly: "Are you here to execute me? Or want to use me to threaten him?" "Junior Sister, save me!" Dai Mengfan stepped forward and held Yang Miaozhen's hands tightly. "Huh?" Yang Miao was stunned and blinked, only to realize that Dai Mengfan seemed to be a little different from usual. His eyes were red, his temples were messy, his face was pale, and there was a little bit of "Queen" majesty and even a trace of pity. Every practitioner has his own way of practice, which stems from their different temperaments and experiences. Dai Mengfan's practice is very simple, that is, "to be alive." She originally became a practitioner for longevity, and there is still no change. Everything is to live, to live is everything!