Yang Jian, Central Northeast Continent!
In a territory and plain, countless demon flying freely. WwW, QuanBen-XiaoShuo, cOm
There was a violent sound of the piano, as if cao controlled the sky full of demon, the demon was enveloped, hundreds of thousands of repairers were anxious.
"what!"
"How could it be a demon?"
"Witch Meng, Oriental God teaches Witch Meng."
"Witch Meng?"
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There was fear in the surroundings, and the demon swooped down one by one, heading straight for hundreds of thousands of cultivators.
And on the top of a mountain not far away, there is a woman in white wearing a veil, stroking the guqin, and on the guqin, it seems to shoot out a series of transparent thin lines, connected to countless demon, directing the demon to rush and kill countless cultivators. Away.
Behind the white-robed woman stood a white-robed man, holding the feather fan in his hand, shaking it gently, seeing the chaos of the battlefield.
The man in the white robe is the commander of the Fourth Army of Dazhen, Meng Wenruo!
The person who plays Qin is his sister, Meng Rongrong!
The two brothers and sisters also had a large number of troops behind them, but none of these troops were moved, looking at them with great admiration.
"Huh!" "Huh!"
Countless demon appeared out of thin air, quickly rushing to the opposing enemy.
"what!"
In the anxious cry, one by one was taken into the body by the heavenly demons, and they were quickly shaped like sculptures, and they were terribly moved. The heavenly demon enters the body and resists with his mind, and he dared not move at all. Once he moves, it disturbs his mind, he will take advantage of the heavenly demon and become insane.
"Ding!"
The sound of the piano stopped.
Meng Wenruo pointed at the feather fan in his hand: "Go, catch them all!"
"Yes!" The soldiers behind him suddenly promised.
"Little girl, your piano sound is getting more and more subtle. Can the demon of the demon world be controlled by you?" Meng Wenruo smiled.
"Brother, why did you come to me today? The eastern territory expands outward. I am in charge of the army. Aren't you in charge of the army?" Meng Rongrong frowned.
Taking a deep breath, Meng Wenruo said with a solemn expression: "A distinguished guest is here, he wants to see you!"
"Guest?" Meng Rongrong raised her brow.
Meng Wenruo nodded.
"I don't want to see him!" Meng Rongrong refused.
Meng Wenruo said bitterly: "Little girl, it's very uncomfortable for me to be caught between you! Why are you doing this?"
Meng Rongrong's expression was complicated.
After a while, he said, "Where is he? I'll see him!"
"In my palace!" Meng Wenruo smiled slightly.
"Yeah!" Meng Rongrong walked towards the palace not far away with the piano on her back.
Meng Rongrong stepped into the hall, Meng Wenruo shook her feather fan lightly and sighed slightly.
On the other hand, Meng Wenruo looked at the battlefield in the distance, and the Oriental Theology expanded its territory. There were countless Confucianists within, and he was also very good at planning. Just like Meng Wenruo, he was unpredictable in his use of soldiers.
And Meng Rongrong is even more invincible with the sound of the piano, the celestial demon dances in a flurry.
When Meng Wenruo looked at the battlefield, two figures were standing in the distance, in a mountain forest.
All in white, with a fuzzy face, are a saint.
The other one looks like a great enemy of the past, Zhen Xiong!
Zhen Xiong, Yan Chuan’s former father-in-law, killed his daughter, and later worshipped Dark Guiguzi as his teacher. A few years ago, Xianyang pretended to be Yan Chuan, causing Zizi to be injured. Zhen Xiong's body has been killed by Yan Chuan. It is to refine the body exactly like the queen of the beast.
"Rongyangzi, is that woman?" Zhen Xiong said solemnly.
The saint Gong Yangzi nodded and said, "Presumably you are also familiar with Dazhen. Meng Rongrong has a lot of entanglements with Yan Chuan. Yan Chuan also cares very much, and even sent a legion commander to protect him personally."
"If you want to use Meng Rongrong to threaten Yan Chuan, you can do it yourself. With your sage's strength, you can win Meng Rongrong with a flick of your sleeves. Why bother?" Zhen Xiong said solemnly.
"After all, Meng Rongrong is a disciple of the Oriental God Cult. If I take action, the East is unbeaten and will not let go. Secondly, my Ram family can't touch anything related to Yan Chuan. You should understand, I don't want to touch it!" Gong Yangzi shakes Shook his head.
"Are you worried, I'll be fine?" Zhen Xiong said solemnly.
"Your ability, I don't know, who made you go like this? Just cheat Meng Rongrong out. Don't worry, I'm ready to deal with Yan Chuan. Besides you, I also invited other Yan Chuan. Enemy!" Gong Yangzi said solemnly.
Zhen Xiong stared at Gong Yangzi, and finally nodded and said, "Alright, you can contact other people as soon as possible!"
"They are nearby, watching you!" Gong Yangzi laughed.
Zhen Xiong nodded.
I saw that Zhen Xiong's figure was distorted, and gradually, Zhen Xiong's appearance changed again to the appearance of Yan Chuan.
"It's exactly the same, it's exactly the same, just this breath, it's all the same!" Gong Yangzi exclaimed.
"Gongyangzi!"'Yan Chuan' snorted coldly.
Ramzi suddenly became nervous. Then he reacted: "Hahaha, like, no, yes!"
'Yan Chuan' nodded, and flew out of the mountains and forests towards the distant battlefield.
In the distance, Meng Wenruo shook his feather fan and looked at the battlefield, and suddenly saw a figure flying in the distance.
"Stop!" Countless soldiers suddenly shouted loudly.
"Holy King?" Meng Wenruo's eyes suddenly widened.
Turning to look back at the palace behind him. Then he looked at the'Yan Chuan' flying in the distance again.
"Stop, do everything!" Meng Wenruo waved his feather fan.
In the distance,'Yan Chuan' came to the front in a blink of an eye.
"I have seen Saint King!" Meng Wenruo solemnly said.
"Wen Ruo, is Rong Rong here?"'Yan Chuan' said solemnly.
"Now, Saint King, I'll call Rongrong out!" Meng Wenruo solemnly said.
"Yeah!"'Yan Chuan' nodded.
Meng Wenruo immediately walked towards the palace not far away.
With a knock, Meng Wenruo stepped into the hall.
In the hall.
Meng Rongrong was sitting face to face with a man. Meng Rongrong looked a bit complicated and looked at the man opposite with a bit of bitterness.
The man is not bystander, but Yan Chuan. The real Yanchuan.
"Brother, what's the matter?" Meng Rongrong asked in confusion.
Meng Wenruo smiled bitterly and said: "A'Holy King' came outside and said he wants to see you!"
"Oh?" Meng Rongrong said blankly.
Zhen Xiong didn't wait long. Not far from the palace entrance, Meng Wenruo and Meng Rongrong stepped out again.
Seeing Meng Rongrong, Zhen Xiong's face was happy.
"Rongrong!"'Yan Chuan' said with a smile.
"Yan Chuan?" Meng Rongrong frowned.
"It's me, are you still angry?"'Yan Chuan' said softly.
Meng Rongrong did not speak.
"I have something to tell you, come with me!"'Yan Chuan' took a deep breath.
Meng Rongrong shook her head.
"What's the matter?"'Yan Chuan' frowned.
Meng Rongrong took a deep breath and said, "Is it useful to say so much? Can you give me what I want?"
Meng Wenruo looked at his sister curiously.
But in the hall behind him, Yan Chuan really smiled bitterly, because Yan Chuan understood that Meng Rongrong had said this to himself.
"Why can't you give it? I will give you what you want!"'Yan Chuan' said immediately.
Meng Rongrong looked at the opposite'Yan Chuan', but sighed slightly.
"Sigh what? Don't you believe me?"'Yan Chuan' frowned.
Meng Rongrong was silent for a while. Meng Wenruo was also silent.
Suddenly,'Yan Chuan' found that the attitude of the two in front of him was extremely strange.
"Meng Wenruo, are you going to betray Dazhen?"'Yan Chuan' said solemnly.
"Never before!" Meng Wenruo shook his head.
never had? When'Yan Chuan' frowned, there was a sound of footsteps in the hall behind Meng Wenruo, and then a figure stepped out of the hall.
As soon as he stepped out of the hall, countless soldiers around him stared.
Yan Chuan? Why is it another one
Far away, in the mountains and forests, Gong Yangzi suddenly exclaimed: "What? Yan Chuan? Why is he here?"
Instead, Gong Yangzi was suddenly overjoyed: "Haha, this is a self-inflicted trap!"
Zhen Xiong's expression also changed: "You, you, you, why are you here?"
"Throughout, not again, Zhen Xiong, I have been waiting for you for a long time!" Yan Chuan's expression sank.
"Not good!" Zhen Xiong turned around and ran away when his face changed drastically.
"Huh!" Yan Chuan rushed out instantly.
"Gongyangzi, save me!" Zhen Xiong shouted into the distance.
In the distance, the ramzi stepped out, and a huge sacred breath burst out. The powerful breath suppressed it, and countless soldiers all around suddenly retreated a few steps.
As soon as the Holy Spirit's breath came out, Zhen Xiong's face was overjoyed, and he rushed away.
"Humph!" Yan Chuan snorted coldly.
The whole body was surrounded by countless blood mist.
"Wow!"
The vast sea of blood unfolded suddenly.
In a blink of an eye, he surpassed Zhen Xiong's location.
"Yan Chuan, stop!" Gong Yangzi yelled and grabbed it.
With the palm of the saint's hand, he reached the sea of blood in an instant, and he was about to explore his hands to rescue Zhen Xiong.
"There is no chance!" Yan Chuan said coldly.
As he spoke, a copper coffin for burial in the sky suddenly floated out of the sea of blood.
"Hulong!"
A huge suction force suddenly sucked Zhen Xiong into it.
"Boom!"
The sage's palm hits the sea of blood, but Zhen Xiong has disappeared.
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Underworld, the Great Qin City.
"Marina!"
Zhen Xiong's figure suddenly appeared in the bronze coffin of the zombie Yan Chuan.
"No, no!" Zhen Xiong looked at the gloomy surroundings and immediately understood the situation, shouting desperately.
The zombie Yan Chuan smiled coldly and said: "I knew today, why bother, the same tricks didn't work anymore!"
Dazhen and a group of generals stood around, and Zhen Xiong was trapped in it.
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Sun room.
"Boom!" Gong Yangzi's palm hit the blood sea, and the blood sea churned.
But the power of this palm was not great, and Yan Chuan didn't care.
Turning his head, a blood-haired Yan Chuan coldly looked at the ram in the sky.
Gong Yangzi looked at Yan Chuan, and didn't take the initiative, but shouted: "Everyone, Yan Chuan has arrived, hasn't he shown up yet?"
"Om!" "Om!"
Two dazzling white beams of light fell from the sky.
Among the beams of light, there was a figure standing on each side, a breath that was not weaker than that of a ramzi radiated out, and countless cultivators immediately retreated.
"Sage Wu Tian, Saint Tianjizi?" Yan Chuan said coldly in his eyes.
The three saints surrounded Yan Chuan in the center.
"Yan Chuan!" Meng Rongrong suddenly looked worried, and the previous holdover suddenly disappeared, with panic in his eyes.