Jiang Jiuding always wanted to take this step, his face was calm, and he seemed to be able to squeeze a drop of water on his face, it was cold sweat.
In the whole world, do you want to say that the taboo force has the strongest luck? There is no other than Zhoutian Pavilion, which has risen rapidly for tens of thousands of years, and will fight against the demons, at most a tie, without fail. The Slaughter Heavens Divine Formation condenses an approaching perfection road, which can be a true God in half a step in seconds.
Is he stubbornly resisting, or is he bowing his head to admit his mistake
At this moment, Jiang Jiuding has infinite hatred in his heart, but the mountain villager can surpass other imperial families!
Of course he is not convinced!
But, want him to gamble on the life of the entire Jiang family
Although Jiang Jiuding's temperament changed drastically, he was not confused.
As a result, Jiang Jiuding had originally prepared the imperial bell, but he threw it into the Jiang family hall.
"Tell you bad news, hee hee, Ye Chu, it's gone.
I heard that the Ye Clan also suffered more than half of the casualties, so he could only shrink back and protect the gate with the help of the will left by the ancestors.
After the Ye Clan was over, it was Ye Chu who was looking for death on his own, and it had nothing to do with me.
Don't be proud of you. I will wait and see who will die first. "
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There are many people in Tiandao Academy, all of them are Luo Xingchen's friends.
Such as Lan Yuan, Jiang Shaoyang, Jian Jinghong, Li Dong Li Xuan, Du Yuen Long, A Mo, Ling Ying, Yu Wentao.
Another part, I went to Zhoutian Pavilion, where to learn and experience with the major evildoers.
At this time, the clouds in the sky were shining with golden light, covering the sky and obscuring the sun, even more dazzling than Haori.
A figure descended here, attracting all the powers of the Tiandao Academy to go out to greet them.
The unfathomable middle-aged man wore simple, plain clothes. He was low-key and gentle.
This is Feng Haoyu, now the patron of Zhoutian Pavilion.
He came, but his originally gentle face was full of coldness.
"Luo Shuihan is there?"
In a word, it is very heavy.
After a stick of incense, Luo Shuihan came out after hearing the wind, feeling depressed, with an unknown premonition.
With a wave of his hand, Feng Haoyu threw out a body, his face was bloodless, there was rotting and burnt skin on his body, and some bones were clearly visible.
This should have been burned by the fire, and burned into this appearance.
Ye Chu had already survived the catastrophe, his physical body was strong, and even the holy spirit fire could not burn him.
However, it burned into this look, completely unrecognizable.
Who is not disheartened after watching it, is this the treatment of a half-step true god
Luo Shuihan hugged Ye Chu, his face was calm, his eyes trembled.
How should he explain to Luo Xingchen, can you tell him about this matter
Feng Haoyu said solemnly: "Ye Chu's divine roots are abolished, and the sage of the law, the six clones, are also broken, and their current strength has greatly diminished.
He can only compare to the Ten Tribulations Realm at best, that's it.
I won't go to Ye Clan. You and Luo Xingchen are brothers-in-law, so I ask you to transfer it on your behalf. "
Feng Haoyu only left a word, then walked away, acting in a straightforward style.
There is a mess left, who will take care of it
Luo Shuihan had a sullen face, carrying Ye Chu's thin body, every step he took was so heavy.
In the courtyard where a group of young people are, everyone is still practicing, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathers in the courtyard.
Luo Shuihan gently placed Ye Chu's body under the green tree, and whispered: "Come and see, who is he."
The young people opened their eyes and were dull.
Jian Jinghong was the first to get up, shaking his body, struggling to walk, tears in his eyes.
"Senior..."
This is the kind old man who sacrificed herself to restore her bloodline talent, a powerful half-step true god, but now, it's done like this.
It takes a long time for them to accept this.
A group of people, each with their heads down, there are thousands of peaks in their hearts, how heavy it should be.
"An additional account."
Jian Jinghong's eyes were cold, as if he had accumulated endless killing intent.
Du Yuenlang frowned and was very puzzled: "Where did that kid Luo Xingchen go? Does he not even ask his master?"
Jian Jinghong shook his head: "I don't think he will forget.
It's just that he is waiting for the opportunity. "
"He's waiting, I can't wait, I'm going to the Qilin Clan to stroll around."
Du Yuenlang sullenly, stepped out, swaggered, the unicorn arm, with great strength, punched the mountain and broke the ground.
He also had hatred in his heart, Mu Shiyun, Chu Youzhu, his two beautiful wives, they would never come back.
The Qilin tribe once broke into the Blue Wind Continent and forcibly seized his arm.
In fact, no one noticed that Luo Xingchen had already become unsmiling when he came to Baichuan Continent this time.
With a knife in his left hand, he cut off his arm.
The bloody scene made everyone panic.
"It's just one arm. I still took it at the auction. Indiscriminately, I want my life! From now on, I only have my left arm. I will challenge the Kirin tribe with my knife!"
A bloody blade, in his hand, the smell of blood filled his heart.
Behind Du Yuenlang, a person walked out, as thin as Ye Chu, with brilliant eyes.
This old man, like a rainbow, unfathomable, wearing a shabby red shirt, seemed to be immersed in blood.
"Disciple, go ahead, kill one and count one. I'll take care of it for you, and no one can touch you."
The old man in broken shirt, every word, is so gloomy and cold.
Du Yuenlang said nothing, shoving the knife back into the sheath, and holding the bloody unicorn arm, like a roar of a tiger, the hurricane swept across the square and soared into the sky.
When he flew up, it seemed like a huge virtual eye, suppressing the soul...
A Mo also got up, and said as he walked: "I like to practice alone, with sharp swords, cold thoughts, and never move forward..."
He walked up, the space was distorted, the sky was dim, and in a blink of an eye, he disappeared into the crowd.
Such a weird speed, profound meaning, sword shocking, can't match.
The tree wanted to be quiet but the wind kept going. In this case, no one would wait for Luo Xingchen.
Luo Xingchen is not there, what they should do, they have to continue.
At the same time, the ice spirit world, the ice soul mountain of the extreme cold mountain range.
The mountain peaks standing above the clouds are unique, like a pillar of the sky, without a glance.
Luo Xingchen continued to fight and climb this mountain. When he was tired, he took a break and took the opportunity to learn about martial arts.
He doesn't know how long it will take to reach the peak. His ultimate ice secrets, with the passage of time, continue to merge with the cold air of this mountain, become stronger and stronger, and his temperament has undergone transformation again. It's getting colder and colder.
Time is so fast, the vicissitudes of life, fleeting.
Twenty-five years later—
Binghun Mountain, people often come to visit, looking at the towering mountain peaks, may think of the silver-haired young man in the gladiatorial arena, who stunning the audience and defeating the young patriarch.
The agreed period is getting closer and closer. In thirty years, no one knows whether Luo Xingchen can reach the summit.
They can never see that peerless figure again, just like smoke and dust, disappearing completely.
Nine layers of clouds far away, you can see the sky at a glance.
Luo Xingchen crawled for a long time, and finally couldn't bear it anymore. From a rock, falling into the abyss, lying on the rock, the cold poison in his body became stronger.
The mysterious man told him that as long as he continues to merge, his strength will increase very quickly.
However, his ascension seems to have reached the extreme, the icy extreme ice and profound meaning, with a layer of shackles, has become a moat that is difficult to cross.
"Heh... Senior, you lied to me, my current way of ice should be the perfect state of the ultimate ice secret.
One step further is the law!
But now, after calculating the distance, I barely climbed to half of the mountain.
In the last five years, I can’t be in the realm of heaven and human, just let Upani, the rule of promotion..."
Luo Xingchen said as he closed his eyes, he was tired, his face was pale, his lips were chapped and white, layers of cold air poured out of his body, and the speed of blood flow became so slow.
He is tired, really tired!
He just wants to sleep here.
Blurred, a heart gradually frozen, his life reached the critical point of death.
"idiot!"
At this moment, there seemed to be a voice in his ears cursing him.
He tried to open his eyes, vaguely, and saw a person who looked exactly like him, with a cold face full of mockery.
This person, looking down at him on his head, said indifferently: "Do you know how strong you are now
Wanyijing, the initial stage and the middle stage, cannot escape your blow.
You can also sweep the powerhouses of all artistic realms without using the star field!
Are you going to give up at this moment
Do you still remember you under the Heavenly Formation Tower, bravely breaking through ninety-nine floors, nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine steps, once you go up, you will be bombarded by the spirit master's will once.
How many times have you failed, and how many times have you made a comeback
stand up! Don't forget, you in the desperate situation are the most terrifying! "
This remark made his eyes suddenly brighter and clearer, and his fist, clenched again, cold poison, intertwined with the seventeenth layer of the Great Zhou Tian Divine Body, intertwined with each other, and the two heavens of ice and fire.
On the one hand, it is warm as spring and radiant, illuminating the earth, on the other hand, it is cold to the bone, enough to seal a person's soul.
The cold air was refined by him again, and he stood up!
The Heaven and Human Realm was originally slow to advance, and it was normal to not break through for a hundred years.
He has no blood, and relying on Nirvana Art, the speed at which he can absorb the aura of heaven and earth is always limited.
However, over the past two decades, he has accumulated a wealth of spiritual energy. In an instant, it was a matter of time, breaking into the middle of the heaven and human realm, and the bones and physical bodies were shocked, reborn, and gorgeously transformed!
"I will change another way, climbing!"
Luo Xingchen seemed to understand the true meaning of the unity of nature and man. He didn't need flying skills. He could walk on the ground and fly around. He walked wildly, like a shadow, stepping towards the top of the mountain step by step.
Layers of cold air are pressing and cannot stop his steps. His speed is faster than the speed at which the cold air penetrates into his body!
Without saying a word, he will spend the last five years and fight it again!
Five years later-
A young man, out of breath, tried his best, climbed to the top of the mountain, with one foot on the edge of the cliff, he smiled, his smile was bright, his whole smile was trembling.
Lying on this piece of ice, he saw an eye floating on the horizon, an ethereal, constantly circulating ice eye.
The coldness of this whole mountain is in its palm.
It gives the sky and the earth an immense chill, and it gives the ice spirit world a permanent blessing!
This eye, looking at Luo Xingchen, exclaimed: "Good boy, thirty years, a good thirty years! Heaven and human realm has been cast into perfect meaning, under the world, compared to the control of the way of ice, who Can still reach it!"
Luo Xingchen just glanced at it coldly and smiled indifferently: "Hey..."