Venerable Poison Dragon's pupils contracted unconsciously, and he could feel that the faint brilliance emanating from Mingruo's body was also a technique similar to that of Kongming Jinglian in Luobei, resisting Mingruo's crushing towards him When the invisible force came over, Venerable Poison Dragon felt that his magic power dropped by 30% in an instant!
But even if his own strength has dropped by 30%, Venerable Dulong is not afraid of Mingruo, because after all, he can resist Mingruo's extremely powerful power, and it's just that his body is damaged again. But now Luobei has turned around.
The shrunken pupils of Venerable Poison Dragon reflected the brighter blush on Ming Ruo's face.
This gorgeous crimson color is darker than the previous one, and it looks a little bit bewitching.
Venerable Poison Dragon can be sure of this bright red that is already somewhat strange. His own blow just now did cause Ming Ruo to suffer serious internal injuries, but why did Ming Ruo use her power as much as she wanted regardless of her own damage
At this moment Venerable Poison Dragon's heart completely cooled down.
Although he couldn't understand why Mingruo would do this at all, Venerable Poison Dragon touched Mingruo's mind in the stalemate of two people's powerful thoughts and willpower.
Mingruo just wanted to keep him and eliminate a future powerful opponent for Luobei!
crazy!
At this moment Venerable Du Long felt that Ming Ruo was completely crazy. How much would a cultivator have to pay to cultivate to the level of Mingruo and Venerable Dulong
A person who has cultivated to such a degree would let the injuries in his body become unmanageable, just to help Luo Bei kill himself? !
"laugh!"
A sword glow like a scorching sun spanned a distance of hundreds of feet, and fell on Venerable Poison Dragon like a shooting star.
The black gem between Venerable Poison Dragon's eyebrows flew out, blocking Luobei's blazing natal sword for a while, but at this moment, Venerable Poison Dragon's entire body shattered like a crystal. Come, it instantly shattered into fragments and dissipated completely.
Under the joint attack of Luobei and Mingruo, although Venerable Dulong blocked Luobei's natal sword with a magic weapon, the supreme power emanating from Mingruo's body instantly overwhelmingly overwhelmed Venerable Dulong. It was crushed into pieces and turned into dust. Venerable Poison Dragon and Yuanying were completely crushed, and he was unable to escape.
What is the cultivation base of Venerable Poison Dragon
Venerable Poison Dragon's power has completely surpassed Yun Hezi, even if he has no intention of facing Shang Kuang, Venerable Poison Dragon has the power to fight. This extremely respected Golden Tent Master in the world is already at the same level as the Kunlun Ten Golden Immortals, except for Kuang Wuxin.
But in one fell swoop, he severely injured the Nanli Yue in Haotian Mirror's hand, and joined hands with Ming Ruo to kill Luo Bei, the Venerable Poison Dragon, but he didn't feel much complacency in his heart. The only thing that attracted all his attention was Ming Ruo's face. The gorgeous crimson on the face is a bit shocking.
At this moment, only Luobei knows why Mingruo is urging her strength without hesitation at all about her injury, because the vitality in her body is already disappearing quickly, and the speed at which her body is defeated by the deterioration of the injury may be It is not as fast as the speed of life in her body. From Luo Bei's silent eyes and Ming Ruo's almost bewitching blush, Yun Yuan and Yan Hong seemed to feel something at the same time.
An extremely ominous and sad feeling filled their hearts in an instant, but when they looked at Mingruo, Mingruo stood up slowly, and said to Luobei lightly, "Qilian Liancheng coming soon."
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Qilian Liancheng is coming.
Although I don't know how Mingruo knew this, I don't know why Mingruo said this sentence suddenly, but when Mingruo said this sentence, Yunyuan and the others couldn't help but pause their breaths. It felt as if the distant horizon was suddenly dark, and something powerful and terrifying was rushing over.
Compared with most sects in the world, the news about Cihang Jingzhai hidden in Dadongshan is not well-informed.
But even these disciples of Cihang Jingzhai know that Qilian Liancheng has been meditating for two years less than a hundred miles away from Zhaoyao Mountain, and during these two years, Zhaoyao Mountain has been silent, like a dead mountain Generally, no one goes in and no one comes out.
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On the cliff, there is a small pavilion. In the pavilion, a man wrapped in a linen blanket was quietly looking ahead.
This man looks very young, his hair is braided into a beautiful braid, and he looks very clean and refreshing, but his complexion is too pale, without a trace of blood, and occasionally violent Coughing, his body is like an old man in his dying years.
In front of him was a thick night, with several points of emerald phosphorescence lighting up, slowly floating in the gray fog.
The place shrouded by the faint green phosphorescence is a huge valley, with thick black water flowing everywhere, and all kinds of things are floating or sinking in the puddles formed by the accumulation of black water. Clear pieces of gold and iron, charred remains of magic weapons, and all kinds of bones. From time to time, there will be one or two ugly monsters passing through the black water, making ugly hissing sounds.
In other places, this time is still in the afternoon.
But here, it is already night.
This man, who seemed to be seriously ill and very weak, was looking in the direction of the pitch-black mountain where Qilian City had been sitting for two years.
This place is Swagger Mountain.
A middle-aged man in a purple dress came out of the thick fog, and slowly walked behind the young man in black linen and a sackcloth blanket.
This middle-aged man in a purple costume also exuded an unusually powerful aura, and even the surrounding gray mist fluctuated, but for some reason, this man coughed violently from time to time, but calmed down. In front of the young man like water, he couldn't give people any sense of aloofness.
It seemed that no matter how powerful he was, he couldn't have any influence on this young man.
This burly man in a purple dress exuding a strong and imposing figure walked behind the young man, but he didn't say anything, but the pale young man seemed to know his purpose, and asked calmly, " Heng Daoyuan, Qilian City is gone?"
Heng Daoyuan!
This man in the purple costume turned out to be as famous as Donghou Qingbat, Xihou Heng Daoyuan among the four lords of Zhaoyao Mountain.
"North Ming King"
After Xihou Heng Daoyuan nodded, he spit out another name that could shake the world. This young man in black linen clothes, who looked seriously ill, and whose body gave the impression of a dying old man, turned out to be the King of Beiming standing on the top of Mount Zhaoyao, faintly contending with Kunlun! According to the legend, King Beiming, who was even more prestigious than the top ten golden immortals in Kunlun, was such a person
However, there is only one Beiming King in the whole world.
Apart from him, there is no one worthy to be called the King of Beiming.
After calling the King of Beiming, Xihou Heng Daoyuan nodded and replied: "He should have left a day ago." After a pause, Xihou Heng Daoyuan said again: "Ye Zhaonan also left."
"Ye Zhaonan is going to leave after all." King Beiming glanced at Heng Daoyuan. He didn't ask why Qilian Liancheng and Yezhaonan left, and Heng Daoyuan didn't explain. Zhao Nan will leave for what reason.
"Luofu is the reason for his existence, just like Zhaoyao Mountain is the reason for my existence." King Beiming put his hands in the blanket and asked Heng Daoyuan suddenly, "Have those two left?"
"Those two people?" Heng Daoyuan was startled, and after thinking for a while, he remembered who the other two people were mentioned by King Beiming. He immediately shook his head, "Xuan Wuqi and Lin Hang haven't received the news yet."
"Tell them. Beihou and the others don't like them staying in Zhaoyao Mountain anyway, and they should know the news."
"Then what about us?" Heng Daoyuan looked at King Bei Ming and added, "We swagger the mountain."
"Let's take a look first." King Beiming turned his head away, still looking at the black water valley, and said calmly.
"Look first?"
"Not bad. Take a look first."
King Beiming, the only person in Zhaoyao Mountain who can make the final decision, nodded again.
He knew that perhaps many people in Heng Daoyuan and Zhaoyaoshan would not understand his decision, why Zhaoyaoshan didn't help Luofu's successor. Because after all, in a sense, Luo Fu is also Kunlun's enemy, and setting up a strong opponent for his opponent is equivalent to helping himself.
But Heng Daoyuan and many people in Zhaoyao Mountain didn't know that when King Beiming made this decision, his heart was also full of inexplicable emotions.
He knew very well why the valley in front of him was like this.
In this valley, at least a hundred masters of Zhao Yaoshan were buried. Qi Lian Liancheng is not an easy person to deal with, and just like the reason why he allowed Qi Lian Liancheng to wait outside Zhaoyao Mountain for two years, he is very clear that Qi Lian Liancheng is also a boundary, a tacit agreement between Huang Wushen and him. limit.
If he killed Qilian Liancheng, Huang Wushen might destroy Zhaoyao Mountain at any cost. And if he didn't kill Qilian Liancheng, Huang Wushen wouldn't fight Zhaoyaoshan at great cost, even though King Beiming knew that such a day would come eventually. But as long as this line is not crossed, at least not in front of the eyes.
If there is a big loss to help Luobei, King Beiming doesn't think that Zhaoyao Mountain can come back again and survive at the price of such a valley.
The king of Beiming decided to wait, because he didn't know what kind of storms would be stirred up in Luofu now.
He didn't know how many people would fight against Qilian City and Kunlun for Yuan Tianyi and Luofu.
If there is, if he has formed a force that makes him feel worth shooting, then he will not cherish the power in his hands. If not, then Zhao Yaoshan would not make a move.
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In the thick night, the figure of King Beiming appeared lonely and cold.