Nangong Xiaoyan witnessed these young men in gray shirts exuding a gloomy and stern aura appear from the eighth island, and then disappeared in the various roundabouts of Kunlun.
These young men in gray shirts had no less impact on his mind than the sudden disappearance of Osumi's positive and negative Nine Palaces Formation. Nangong Xiaoyan is already a direct disciple of the Ten Great Golden Immortals of Kunlun who control the divisions, and is already the existence closest to the peak of Kunlun's power, and Huang Wushen trusts him very much, allowing him to enter the ninth level of Kunlun in an emergency. power of the island.
But even he didn't know about the existence of these gray-clothed young men whose cultivation level was not lower than his.
If it was one or two, it would be fine, but there were more than a dozen young men in gray shirts who led Kunlun Jue away, seemed to have stayed in the shadows for a long time, and their bodies were full of gloomy and cold aura. Compared with Jiansi, these Kunlun disciples wearing gray clothes with silvery glow on the surface are like Liannu hidden in Kunlun, sinister and powerful.
But the more it was like this, the more assured Nangong Xiaoyan felt... Until now, he didn't know what kind of strength was hidden behind this behemoth, Kunlun who implicitly ruled the world's Taoism in the eyes of the world.
In fact, except for Huang Wushen, no one knows what kind of power he has in his hands, and how much hidden power he has. But this kind of power is definitely beyond everyone's imagination.
It's just that Nangong Xiaoyan didn't understand one thing. Huang Wushen didn't shy away from him. In this moment, Nangong Xiaoyan had seen Huang Wushen mobilize two forces unknown to the world. Among the gray-shirted disciples. Although he didn't see what the old man in the wooden house looked like, and didn't feel the slightest mana fluctuation of the old man, he only knew that the man was Huang Wushen's uncle, but judging from the words of the two, the man His cultivation must be astonishing, at least at the level of the top ten golden immortals. And those disciples in gray shirts must have been taught by the supreme classics of Kunlun, just like his direct disciples, and they may even have been taught by Huang Wushen.
When mobilizing these two forces, Nangong Xiaoyan was already sure that the head teacher he respected and believed in had already expected that Kuang Wuxin would betray him, and had already made preparations. That being the case, why not capture or kill Kuang Wuxin earlier? Although he is now in the ninth most important island, Nangong Xiaoyan is very clear that many Kunlun disciples are bleeding to death at this moment, and many of them are the cornerstones of Kunlun.
Nangong Xiaoyan never doubted Huang Wushen's courage. A person like Huang Wushen would never have any scruples about getting rid of Kuang Wuxin. It was because of this that Nangong Xiaoyan didn't understand why Huang Wushen would let Kuang Wuxin mobilized to let so many Kunlun disciples die in vain.
"Nangong Xiaoyan."
Just when Nangong Xiaoyan watched the second-to-last young man in gray shirt quickly leave among the young men in gray shirt who appeared in front of him. Wushen called his name indifferently, and then said flatly but with natural supreme majesty: "From now on, all the sword divisions are under your control, and you can cooperate with the Ming 17th to fourth rounds to deploy defenses around the island."
Ming Shiqi was the last gray-clothed disciple standing like a shadow in front of Huang Wushen. His face was only about 20, and he looked very delicate, which made his dark aura stronger than others. Those gray shirt disciples are much less. And after hearing Huang Wushen's words, this young man in gray shirt with a strange name immediately nodded towards Nangong Xiaoyan, and he didn't seem to be difficult to get close to.
But Nangong Xiaoyan was stunned for a while, "In charge of... Jiansi?"
Jiansi is one of Kunlun's most important combat forces, with a total of thousands of disciples. Before that, Nangong Xiaoyan was only one of the directors of Qingsi who was responsible for delivering news. No matter from any point of view, Nangong Xiaoyan can't see that he has the qualifications and strength to be in charge of Jiansi, even if it is only temporarily.
"Ming Shiqi will tell you what to do, and his people will help you control the sword division. All you have to do is to carry out the order."
But Huang Wushen didn't give Nangong Xiaoyan any room to shirk, after saying that sentence, Huang Wushen just explained, "I just don't know who I can completely trust in Jiansi, so I want you to go. "
"The disciple obeys!"
There was a buzzing sound in Nangong Xiaoyan's mind, and the blood in his body seemed to heat up suddenly. Although he believed in Huang Wushen and the power he controlled, Huang Wushen's words made him feel the seriousness of the matter. The power has also posed a great threat to Huang Wushen.
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When Nangong Xiaoyan and Ming Shiqi, who had never met before, fled from the ninth ring island, all kinds of splendor had already flashed in the triple ring island of Kunlun.
There is nothing that can describe such a scene. At the same time, at least hundreds of rays of light rise from various places around the triple circle, and at an extremely fast speed, they bring out long flames in the air and fall into the fourth circle. among.
Spectacular and terrifying.
And at the moment when these Huaguang suddenly fell into the fourth roundabout, a wave of mana power that was so powerful that it was almost suffocating suddenly filled the thousand miles around. The entire roundabout on the first level suddenly sank heavily, as if the entire vast roundabout had been slammed down hard by an extremely huge sledgehammer.
On the first ring island, all the palaces and houses, all the exotic flowers and plants, and even the rocks are intact, but the entire island is just being hit by an invisible force covering the whole island. The next sinking!
At this moment, there seemed to be many brilliant lights flashing from the first roundabout, but those brilliant lights were instantly extinguished like candles in the wind, and the figures wrapped in them instantly turned into a cloud of blood mist.
Just after a breath, dozens of brilliant rays of light appeared in the second roundabout and the third roundabout, showing the meaning of hesitation and madness, but at this moment, the night sky where the nine gorgeous rays of light had just disappeared , suddenly turned red.
In Kunlun, it began to rain.
Under the shroud of the Great Sumeru Pros and Cons Nine Palaces Array, Kunlun, which is not affected by the outside weather and never rains, began to rain.
And those rains... are all red lines of fire!
The endless, spider-like thread of fire instantly enveloped Kunlun's second and third roundabouts.
Almost half of the figures who rushed out of the second and third roundabouts because they felt something was wrong, fell from the air immediately. When they fell, there was not even a trace of fire on their bodies, but their bodies were They have completely dried up, and their true essence and qi and blood have been burned dry in an instant.
A small half of the figures resisted the crimson fire lines that were scattered all over the sky, and braved the crimson flames that were scattered all over the sky, but the golden lightning that was condensed like spars was like a javelin thrown by a god king. With astonishing penetrating power, they accurately broke through their respective defenses, piercing their bodies in the air. The moment the golden thunder light passed through their bodies, bunches of yellow light appeared from the seven orifices of these figures, and then their entire bodies instantly turned into ashes in the air, and they fell apart with a bang.
Kunlun tonight is destined to be full of shocks that many people will never see in their lifetime.
In just three or four breaths, there was no vitality in Kunlun's triple roundabout.
Including the crimson fire that sprinkled all over the sky, the destructive spell that was issued by someone at this moment did not destroy most of the buildings and exotic flowers and plants, but almost all moving things , but they all turned into blood mist, or dry corpses that had been burnt to dry blood.
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"It's the three immortals in the eighth roundabout." Kuang Wuxin stood on the bow of a pitch-black ship, looking at the fire lines falling all over the sky in the far distance and the golden streaks of life harvesting accurately. He showed an intriguing smile, "In normal times, I can only deal with one at most, and I can't deal with the two of them teaming up."
"I just hope that their actions can be quicker, and don't let our people die in vain." On the left side of Kuang Wuxin, a man was wearing a green gown and a purple gold crown. Without a beard or eyebrows, the thin-faced man who looked extremely strange said with a sneer. His voice is indescribably soft, it sounds like a cold poisonous snake is burrowing into your ear.
His eyes were focused on the sky far ahead. There, there were more than a dozen purple figures constantly shuttling back and forth, and pieces of various gems and jades were placed in specific positions in the air by their hands, and an invisible force slowly moved these gems Connected with the jade, these precious stones and jade flowing with various colors are quietly suspended in the air, slowly forming a structure that looks like two huge sutra buildings, or a pole with two trays. The appearance of a giant.
Circles of strange luster and inexplicable mana fluctuations emanated from it, but the feminine man in the green gown without even a beard or eyebrows on his face, his attention was neither focused on those still standing The purple figures who quickly shuttled through the formation did not gather on the unfinished strange magic circle suspended in the air.
At this moment, his eyes were focused on the gray figure standing silently at the stern of the ship. That gray figure was always covered in a thick gray mist, making it impossible to see his face clearly.
The feminine man in the green shirt couldn't tell whether his cultivation was high or low, but before a stick of incense, he saw those disciples of the Great Freedom Palace who were wearing purple shirts and who were proficient in formations quietly and silently under his command. It broke the Great Sumeru Pros and Cons Nine Palaces Formation. And Kuang Wuxin also seemed to have great trust in him, and actually handed over most of the power to him, and asked him to coordinate and command.
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(I'm really sleepy, I can't write anymore. Go to bed first~)