Chapter 337 Sweep

The wind is high in autumn, and the wind in winter is a refreshing cold. This kind of cold seems to be cold into the depths of the bone marrow. At the north seaside, the willow trees on the shore are lush, the grass is lush, and there are creatures in the depths of the forest lawn. It is light and subtle, and there is a clear fairy spirit surging.

Drip!

A dense black spot appeared on the horizon. Facing the warm sunlight, the black spots gradually enlarged. This is a group of magnificent and magnificent aristocratic men. Even if some people wear linen clothes and their hair hang down casually, you can see the noble temperament between their eyebrows.

In the depths of the jungle, shrubs are stacked one after another, like a green ocean, but when the green is derived to the extreme, there is a trace of strange black light. Looking at it, it is an extremely gloomy cave. The strange rocks are jittery, and bats emerge, and the black light is confusing, which makes people a little confused. I'm overwhelmed.

"The magic tide cave, one of the secret lands since ancient times, has all kinds of incredible mysteries, hidden in the mountains and fields, and is indeed extraordinary." Several people came and went with amazement. This secret environment is indeed different, hidden in the forest, empty and leisurely, just like a real stealth, hidden and famous.

There are too many legends here. There are the fall of mythical beasts and the birth of immortals. It is said that there are also divine soldiers circulating above the nine heavens. One blow can shake the heavens and the earth and break the order of the nine heavens and ten earths. Some people say that this is the birthplace of the tide fire, one of the nine fires.

There are various views and opinions. Since ancient times, this has been the place of debate among capable people, but no one can confirm what is in it. It is said that it is connected to the mysterious 18 hell world, and some people say that they have seen the birth of real immortals with their own eyes.

The evening rain looked into the distance, and there was an inexplicable light in his dark eyes.

Hos Spirit!

The role of this supreme fairy is almost self-evident. Getting it is equivalent to ascending to the sky in one step. No one will miss this opportunity. Although the monk still relies on his own perseverance and understanding in the end, this kind of auxiliary is also indispensable. Why are ancient disciples almost all outstanding geniuses? This has nothing to do with resources.

But he is not destined to be the protagonist today.

Wo!

The wind was gray, the wild geese in the distance soared and spread their wings, and the stars hung upside down. Suddenly, dozens of tall figures appeared in the dark sky. Suddenly, the whole sky seemed to have been lit up. These people were shining, and the strong light seemed to transcend eternity and penetrated the fragments of Taoism between heaven and earth. , into the mysterious and unknown dark world.

Especially the person in the front, who was a slightly ordinary but magnificent man. He held a dark green fairy sword, and his eyebrows flew obliquely into his temples. The magnificent heroic posture was unforgettable for a lifetime. Behind him stood three old men. All three old men were white-haired and old dragon bells, as if a gust of wind could blow them down, but he The strangeness on our bodies is like a burning furnace, releasing powerful fluctuations.

"I didn't expect it to be three Taoist friends. It seems that the owner of the Ouyang family is indeed bound to win. I will never break my promise. As long as I can get the Holy Spirit, the Honghuang Tower will be open for the three disciples of the Ouyang family." The devil's heart opened his mouth. He looked at the three old old men, and a strong fear appeared in his eyes.

"The owner of the family keeps his promise. It's hard to catch up with a horse. Naturally, he won't go back on his promise." An old man in a green gown opened his mouth. At the same time, the old man in green narrowed his eyes and looked at the demon heart without saying anything more.

Dozens of strong people looked at the old man with a slightly stagnation. A beautiful woman who looked only in her thirties threw a wink at Ouyang Lisha and said, "The owner of the Ouyang family is really angry. We are 90% sure of this trip."

Others agreed one after another. Seeing the three old people, their eyes showed relaxation, as if the Holy Spirit had already fallen.

The only uncomfortable thing was the magic heart. He was stared at by the old man in green, like a prey targeted by a wild wolf. His breath was completely locked and he could not move. Fortunately, the old man in green slowly withdrew his sight at this moment.

"Let's take action." At this time, Duanmu Junxi, who had been silent, opened his mouth. As soon as he finished his words, he walked directly to the magic tide cave. The strong men were stunned first, and then looked at Duanmu Junxi, who looked like a young man, and there was a strong joke in his eyes.

The middle-aged beautiful woman also shook her head, as if she was quite sorry, because she was deeply aware of the horror of the magic tide cave, and Duanmu Junxi looked absolutely less than 30 years old, and she could not retreat from this life-and-death life-death age.

New-birth calves are not afraid of tigers!

The only thing that hasn't changed was Ouyang Lisha and the three old men. They took a look at Duanmu Junxi and withdrew their sight.

Boom!

The sudden change occurred, and the dark and bumpy ground at the entrance of the magic tide cave had similar changes in crustal changes. The strong shock shook the mountains and rivers, and some black cracks could be faintly seen spreading away. The cracks were like a ferocious giant mouth, devouring all tangible and intangible existences, and what was more terrible was that the cracks were like pythons. Food blocked all the retreats of Duanmu Junxi.

This is an extremely terrible magic array!

"The holy array, there is an ancient holy way reviving. This should be a bloody array carved by a saint of the underworld, which can almost break the extraterritorial stars and steam the world."

The people present are all extraordinary people. You can see the origin of this crack at a glance. This is the ancient array of killing saints, communicating the yin qi between heaven and earth, and summoning the majesty of the kings in the depths of hell. As soon as they recover, they will shake the nine heavens and suppress the universe.

Boom!

The light in that place became hotter, and the black light fell down like a galaxy.

A space-time crashes!

This is the real holy way to kill, as if there is a strongest saint holding an ancient holy weapon, shining beyond time and killing one holy spirit after another.

click, click, click!

The space is like glass slag, which is dazzling. The light in front of you is strange, and it has completely turned into a divine light and fairy light, and you can't see anything.

Such a killing is that strong people dare not be infected. Mu Yuze quickly retreated. He performed peerless skills and remained relatively still with Taoism, and there were still various changes in the evolution of rules in his eyes.

"Oh, a good seedling fell into the wilderness like this. It's deplorable." The middle-aged beautiful woman sighed and sighed. Although she could stop all this from happening, she did not do so. She has seen too many storms for hundreds of years.

To make a person, be careful. Even if she has the strength to stop him once, what about the second and third time?

People still have to rely on themselves!

However, will Duanmu Junxi die here? The answer is no.

The emotion on the face of the middle-aged beautiful woman disappeared in an instant, because a tall man still maintained a forward posture and casually walked to the magic tide cave. At his feet, the mysterious and sharp lines collapsed, and the dark cracks could not stop him at all.

Duanmu Junxi is like the emperor of nine days, and nothing in the world can affect him at all.

"Do you want to sweep the younger generation?" Ouyang Lisha took a deep look at Duanmu Junxi, and then seemed to be casual. His eyes swept over the evening rain, as if hinting something.

Of course, the demon heart knew what he meant. Seeing Duanmu Junxi's performance, he also had a trace of doubt that the supreme son of the deceased could sweep the eight wildernesses and six.

"This man is terrible..."

PS: I had something to do during New Year's Day, so I couldn't update it. I'm sorry, everyone. I will promise to update it when I come back