Sitting and forgetting longevity

1085 Slaughter
The grand array of stars and stars has been in operation for thousands of years now. The monks who come and go have long been accustomed to the thick wall of light standing on the coast. There are fewer and fewer monks, and the Eastern Desolation Continent has been peaceful for hundreds of years.

Until recently.

There is a door that is open all the year round in the star formation, for people to enter and leave Yunmengze. Now, the entrance stands with guns, and the guarded monks look solemn, but occasionally when they whisper to each other, the lowered voice is full of emotion. With uncontrollable excitement.

Compared with a month ago, all the guards here have been replaced, and there is not a single monk from Yunmengze in sight.

The cold wind is desolate, the night is vast, and a ray of sunset glow that has not yet dissipated hangs in the sky, magnificent and sad.

A team of more than 20 guards lined up neatly. They had just finished patrolling and handed over at the entrance, while chatting with their companions in a relaxed manner.

"Okay, the rest is over, let's continue patrolling!" The monk in charge of the team shouted: "Don't relax too much, now is the most critical time, everyone tightens up for me! If... Uh!"

As if someone had suddenly strangled his neck, he opened his mouth, then trembled uncontrollably and looked back, a brighter and brighter light was reflected in his eyes that were as big as copper bells, like a sudden explosion. Lightning up!
The cold and domineering sword light tore away the groggy night, the ubiquitous desolation, and even this false calm!

Before the sword light arrived, a powerful aura had already pressed down first. All the monks at the entrance of the formation were like chickens being held up by their necks to be slaughtered. They stood frozen in place, feeling the arrival of death in despair.

The gaping moon is slanting and the dew is cold, so I can't afford to spread it flat!
The sword energy is vertical and horizontal, ten deaths and no life!
In just a few breaths, there were more than a hundred guards in front of the formation, and each of them had a cultivation level above that of transforming spirits. They were all torn into pieces in the blooming sword light, and their bodies exploded into balls of red mist.

Holding the sword, Liu Qinghuan walked out of the smog step by step, his expression was frozen, his usual gentleness had turned into a stone-like indifference, and in a flash, he was standing at the entrance of the empty formation.

The sea breeze with a fishy smell blew over, blowing away the strong smell of blood, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of steaming blood, and Liu Qinghuan didn't even frown when stepping on the bloody water.

Jing Jue, who followed closely behind, looked away uncomfortably at the bloody redness on the ground, but also knew that this was not the time to show compassion, so he just recited a few scriptures silently.

Ripples appeared on the light curtain wall of the formation that exuded a warm light like topaz, and the ear-piercing screaming sound just sounded at this moment, breaking the silence of the night and reminding the enemy to attack.

All of a sudden, the lights on the dark sea were brightly lit, and a huge island was outlined. Shouts were heard far away in the night sky, and swarms of guards swarmed out.

The momentum is huge and the enthusiasm is in full swing.

However, tonight is destined to be a night where rivers of blood flow, and it is destined to be a day when dead souls howl.

Before many people had time to see where the enemy was, they died tragically in the shocking sword aura. Blood water was sprinkled on the sea like rain, and the waves rolled and turned blood red.

Jingjue, who was already prepared to kill, was horrified to find that he had no chance to make a move at all, or before he made a move, all the monks who came in waves had died under Liu Qinghuan's sword!

He was a little confused and asked, "Is this the state of integration?"

Although the promotion of each major level will cause a huge gap in strength, but among those people there are many empty-level monks who are in the Yang Realm realm.Ants can still swallow elephants, but these people gathered together, but they couldn't stop Liu Qinghuan's progress at all.

Even among the first people who rushed out was a monk at the early stage of fusion, but as soon as he covered his face, that person suddenly stopped in midair, and then Liu Qinghuan seemed to just wave his hand, and the other person's head was in a different place.

Killing a person in ten steps, human life is as cheap as dust.

That figure, which was always quiet and indifferent, now looks like the god of killing who rules over life and death in the world, making people daunted and chilled.

Jingjue was terrified in his heart, he hadn't seen Liu Qinghuan make a move for many years, and he didn't know that his strength was so strong!

"stop!"

A loud voice suddenly sounded, breaking the cruel and desperate battle song, a yellow-clothed figure flew out from an island not far ahead, and instantly stood in front of Liu Qinghuan.

"It's you!"

The monk in yellow showed a little surprise, and his face quickly became gloomy.

Liu Qinghuan raised her head and said coldly: "It's you!"

The visitor is the master of the eighth hall of the Buddha Demon Sect, whose Taoist name is Hengji.

The Futu Demon Sect is one of the largest sects in the Myriad Dendrobium world, and the important figures in the sect are all over the interface, so even though they have never met each other, Liu Qinghuan recognized each other at a glance.

He mocked: "I don't know if Palace Master Hengji can help me explain why I, Yunmengze, have so many disciples from your sect, and dare to stop me from entering the formation!"

Heng Ji's eyes flickered slightly, but he raised his chin haughtily, and said sternly: "You, an outsider, can interfere with the affairs of the Immortal League! But you, who came back from the World of Spirits without completing the task, wanted to disobey the Immortal Alliance order!"

Liu Qinghuan instantly lost interest in continuing the conversation with the other party. He rushed back from the world of all spirits, worried about the safety of the Wenshi faction, and when he came back, he found that even the great array of stars and stars had fallen into the control of the demon sect, and he was already full of anger .

With a look of boredom on his face, the five-dragon fan with the blue flame as its face appeared in his hand, and he said slowly: "Since your demon sect intercepts people at the entrance of the formation, don't you know how to send a more powerful character to guard here?" Is it important?"

Heng Ji's face twisted for a moment, and he sternly shouted: "What an arrogant person, you are only in the early stage of fusion, one level lower than me, and you dare to shout in front of me!"

He raised his hands high, holding up a huge round wheel, like a scorching sun that was collapsing inward, expanding and shrinking as if breathing.

The veins on Heng Ji's neck, who was holding up the round wheel, burst out, and his face was flushed, as if he was really holding a black sun.

With a loud roar, he threw it outward violently: "Today, this deity will teach you a lesson on behalf of your master, and let you know what it means to be tall!"

The black wheel rumbled towards this direction, the speed was extremely slow at the beginning, but it became faster and faster during the speeding, and soon expanded to twice as big as before.

A hint of sarcasm floated from the corner of Liu Qinghuan's mouth, and he unfolded the five-dragon fan, a fiery red fan shot out, and the earth-shattering dragon chant resounded throughout the world.

"Ow~~"

The surrounding temperature rose sharply, and the flowing fire covered half of the sky like a tide, and the fan bone turned into a long red dragon in a blink of an eye. The winding dragon body was looming in the flames, and it crashed towards the black wheel!
(End of this chapter)