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The dust settled in the Canglong Villa for a while, and all the people present came to their senses and took a closer look. An old Taoist under the moonlight stood in the center of the crowd, and with a sharp glance, even Xiao Wenwen couldn't help but feel terrified .

"What fear does this person have?" Shen Nong sneered in his sea of ​​consciousness.

At this moment, the rest of the people bowed down to this immortal old man, only to hear the crowd shout: "Kunlun Patriarch".

Back then when I went to Huanqiu Mountain to see Nalan Dieyi, I had passed by Kunlun Mountain, Xiao Wenwen didn't know what connection this Kunlun Patriarch had with Kunlun Mountain, but judging by the aura of the Kunlun Patriarch, he was indistinguishable from Yi Mubai.

Except when a group of people knelt down to the ground, only Xiao Wendao and Kumu Daochang brothers stood upright opposite the Kunlun Patriarch.

Ancestor Kunlun had a pair of horizontal eyebrows, and Xiao Wenwen's handsome eyebrows were also raised. When confronting each other, Ancestor Kunlun slapped the three of them with a palm.

Taoist Master Kumu was pulled aside by the poor Taoist priest, Xiao Wendao sacrificed the purple gold stele, the thunder was like lightning, and on a bright starry night, the two of them interleaved with each other, and the Kunlun Patriarch died behind Xiao Wendao.

Under the night, Xiao Wendao's face turned red, and his lower body was flabbergasted. The poor Taoist quickly supported Xiao Wendao, and Daoist Kumu stretched out a finger to lift the Kunlun Patriarch up.

When Taoist Kumu lifted Kunlun Patriarch by his waist, a porcelain white bone powder splashed out from Kunlun Patriarch's silver Taoist robe, and a figure who had been cultivated to Liying turned into smoke and dust.

In just one breath, Xiao Wendao crushed the Kunlun Patriarch to ashes.

"senior."

The people who bowed down to the Kunlun Patriarch just now bowed down at Xiao Wendao's feet again.

"roll."

After Xiao Wenwen uttered a word from his mouth, his physical strength was exhausted and he leaned on the poor Taoist priest's shoulder.

No one noticed that Xiao Wendao was holding an emerald green bottle in his left hand, and inside the bottle was a devastating "burning ant".

Just when the ancestor of Kunlun made a move to Xiao Wenwen, Shennong Cunxin reminded Xiao Wenwen of the word "burning ants", covered the purple gold tablet from the palm of the ancestor of Kunlun, and pressed the jade bottle containing burning ants with his left hand. In the belly of the Kunlun Patriarch, Xiao asked whether he succeeded or not, and then put the burning ants into the bottle.

But even he himself never imagined that a burning ant could instantly kill an expert who was about to give birth here.

But Xiao Wenwen still felt the palm strength of the Kunlun Patriarch, and death was just a breath away.

After the shock, there was palpitation, and he let out a long breath, even the eyes of Taoist Kumu and the poor Taoist changed when they looked at him.

"I've been doing divination all my life, and you are the only one who I dare not, and I can't." After the poor Taoist finished speaking, he also let out a long sigh.

After the three of them walked out of Canglong Villa, they went straight to the Emperor's Palace.

In the middle of the night, there was no light in the imperial palace, just like a deserted mountain.

The totems of the dragon clan can be seen everywhere in this imperial palace. Whether it is on the carved beams of the imperial palace or under the painted buildings of the imperial palace, every step is inseparable from the figure of the dragon clan.

The dragon is the head of all monsters, but the black dragon Chunchun once said that the dragon clan never called themselves monsters, and they generally became dragon gods.

Xiao Wenwen is noncommittal to this kind of statement. Regarding bragging, there is no distinction between race and gender. No matter the gods, monsters or ghosts, they will think of a famous name when they are wandering in the "jianghu".

After all, a nickname is a person's second face.

And the reason why Xiao Wenwen gave Xiao Heilong another name of "Chunchun" is to let her stop thinking about it, and the name is too ridiculous for fear that she will "not be able to control it".

This was what Xiao Wendao took for granted, but it didn't affect the little black dragon's self-cognition at all. She was a dragon, and was raised by Xiao Wendao.

Whoever has a milk is a mother, Xiao Heilong did not consider Xiao Wendao his mother, but became her "nanny" without any accident.

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Just when Xiao Wenwen and the three stepped into the important palace of the imperial palace, a candle flame flickered in front of them, like a "wild fire" in the wilderness, emitting a trace of green light.

"bang"

Just hearing the slight popping sound of the candle, the entire imperial palace was filled with light.

The fire was as bright as day, and when I looked up at the bright moon hanging in the night sky, the bright moon was also slightly less bright than the imperial palace.

"Miss is over there".

The little girl lying on the poor Taoist priest's shoulder pointed to a very conspicuous high-rise pavilion in the imperial palace, and there was a huge night pearl on the pavilion.

The pearls are overflowing, and the night pearl dyed by the moonlight is covered with a plain white veil.

Just above the high platform and pavilion, there were three people sitting around the high platform and pavilion. All three of them were wearing black masks, and a handful of silver whiskers fluttered under the masks.

The three of them waved dark white wings behind them, and each of them carried three sharp knives under the wings.

If the sharp blade is not in the sheath, it is ready to kill someone at any time.

The three old Taoists of the Yu clan shone on Xiao Wendao's body. When the wings behind them waved, the wind blades were like rain, and the tiles on the underground palace were overturned to the ground.

"I'll go first." Xiao Wenwen took out the purple gold stele, carried it on his shoulders and walked towards the high terrace and pavilion.

The further you go, the stronger the wind.

Without stopping, he walked towards the middle of the three in one go.I saw a small tornado appear out of nowhere on his ground, the tornado was only one foot long, it circled Xiao Wendao's surroundings, rose for a while, the wind disappeared, and the rest was a snowy environment.

Looking up, a slanting mountain was reflected in Xiao Wenwen's eyes. The mountain was like an umbrella held at a slant, and the remaining umbrella pole was still stuck in the ground. sword.

This is Mount Buzheng, the place where he lived since he was a child. Xiao Wendao still had three small wine gourds slung behind his buttocks, dangling in the gourds were the Shaodao wine that his father loved to drink.

His mother made a leather armor for him out of hare skin, and his elder sister Xiao Yun'er held a wooden stick and waved her small fist at him. He remembered that it was the elder sister who had been patient since childhood, and he remembered that it was the person he had accompanied since childhood.

Suddenly, the ground beneath his feet cracked, and the mountain of injustice fell down.

The gravel rained like rain, and it seemed that the Buzheng Mountain was about to be buried, but the "beloved" uncle held Ban Xia's hand, looked at Xiao and asked, "Son, do you want to save your family and the people in the Buzheng Mountain? "

Xiao Wendao nodded his head, looked at his "beloved" uncle who was not yet the devil, and turned his head again, Lonely Hanhan stood behind Xiao Wendao, she said: "Use the elixir in my stomach to save people."

The sky and the earth are extremely quiet, the white unrighteous mountains, the capped extreme northern snowfield, and the "relatives" who are about to be annihilated by the earth.

Xiao Wenwen raised his eyebrows and looked at his "beloved" uncle and said: "The fate of Buzhengshan people is their fate, and the fate of my parents and sisters is also their fate, and Dugu Hanhan's fate is only hers alone." Life, life to save life, beloved uncle, you are wrong."

Just after Xiao Wenwen finished saying these words, the mountain of injustice still fell down.

The dust never settled down, Xiao Wendao drew out the Wendao sword, and stabbed him one meter in front of him.

"My mother taught me since I was a child that you don't necessarily have to do good deeds to enter the Taoist gate. Only by doing good deeds can you enter the Taoist gate." It was just a soft and ethereal sentence that tore apart the snowy land.

The Taoist gate was torn open by Xiao Wendao, and his Taoist heart was also opened. The empty space was like a snow field in the extreme north. Except for the snow, it was just a lonely mountain.

A bloodstain appeared at Xiao Wendao's feet, and traces of blood melted into the ground.

After Xiao Wenwen opened his eyes again, a tear on his cheek also fell on the autumn mud.

The three elders of the Yu clan, the dark white wings behind them turned pale white, and said to the old man who was facing: "The heart of a young man is not a dream of a hero. Cherish the dream, cherish the dream."

In the blink of an eye, the three clan elders shot at the same time, the sharp blades pierced the wind, and Xiao Wendao soared into the air.

Wen Wen's sword was dispatched like a spirit snake, and in the group attack of the three clan elders, he easily dodged the "ultimate move" of the three clan elders.

Xiao Wenwen glanced at the poor Taoist priest and Kumu Taoist priest, and saw that they were both standing on the threshold, staring at the front with blank eyes, as if their souls had been taken away by someone.

"Don't look, the two of them can't help you, their minds are already in a nightmare, and the only ones who can wake them up are themselves." A Yu clan elder said aloud.

"It is better to ask for others than to ask for yourself."

Li Huo Jue, vertically and horizontally above the sky.

"I didn't expect to know the law of the five elements." An old Yu clan's voice was quite heavy, and the sharp blade was more than twice as fast in the gust of wind.

Lihuo rises again, and Lihuo, who is in control of the wind, sees the elder of the Yu clan who is approaching in front of him, the wind suddenly picks up, but Lihuo is coming towards him.

Heart torn, the elders of the Yu clan seemed to be moving, but in fact they were moving.

It seems that I am moving, but I am unable to move.

"You have to turn passive into active."

Xiao Wenwen turned his mind, and Wendao sword turned into firefly starlight, the starlight was surrounded by the wind force, every inch of the gale and the point of the sword.

"receive".

In the refinement method of Alchemy Technique, there is gold energy in the wind, and the gold energy pulls the wind force towards Xiao Wenwen's side. The three elders of the Yu clan moved their eyes and their faces turned red.

When the blood qi surges up, the breath is unstable.

"Could it be that the Gale Techniques of the three of them haven't merged." Xiao Wenwen looked at the strange behavior of the three Yu clan elders, and saw the flaws of the three of them when he turned his mind.

The strength of the wind is the same, but it is difficult to be the same in cultivation and state of mind, so the speed of the wind must be difficult to be the same.

Xiao Wenwen used the golden energy as a guide, relaxing for a while, tense for a while, and between the relaxation and relaxation, the expressions of the three clan elders were even more difficult to resist.

"mix."

Quenching gold is tempered by mixing gold stones, which can complement each other.

And the golden energy and the sharp blade can also complement each other, and they can also be mutually exclusive, only to see that the three fierce winds, following Xiao Wenwen's gestures, are like twisted twists, entangled and difficult to distinguish.

"break".

In the process of refining weapons, they all pay attention to the saying of "breaking and then erecting", and it is the person who refines the weapon that breaks but not erected. Three different gusts of wind rushed towards the three elders of the Yu clan.

"I thought the three of us would last until dawn." One of the clan elders sighed deeply.

Seeing that the three sharp winds were three execution knives, the force of the wind was mixed with sharp blades, and they stopped at the eyebrows of the three elders, and if they got any further, they would kill them.

"Refining the wind into a weapon." It was the three of us who lost.

The morning sun fell on the golden walls and silver tiles of the imperial palace, and the three elders were still sitting cross-legged. Suddenly, the heads of the three elders drooped.

With black blood in their mouths, the three elders of the Yu clan died facing the dawn.

Finally, the "Hanxian Pavilion" ushered in the sunshine all over the ground in the long darkness, and spread to Dugu Hanhan's feet.

Dugu Hanhan looked at the person who pushed the door and entered, threw himself into his arms and shouted: "Sir."

A shocking drum resounded across the sky, and the craziest beacon was ignited on the city walls of Tianjing.