Chapter 120 Suddenly

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With a crisp sound, the white feather fan in Li Shaojun's hand fell to the ground. His handsome face was unbelievably dull, and the feather fan fell to the ground unconscious.

Qingchuan's warm smile disappeared, his hands rubbed his cheeks fiercely, his eyes widened, and there was a trace of trance and puzzlement.

Other people look even more unbearable, one by one or bow their heads and say no words, or pat their chests with their hands, looking extremely wonderful. Although Huan Yu and other four Yuanying monks looked calm, it can be seen from their violently trembling eyebrows that their hearts are not as calm as on the surface.

With the singing of Sanskrit Zen, countless golden giants appeared again in the narrow gap in the air, ten feet tall and magnificent, exactly the same as the original golden giant, and it is estimated that there are thousands of thick! A golden giant made Zhang Yan exhausted, not to mention thousands? The whole sky was filled with golden giants, like heavenly soldiers and generals pouring out of the nest, with a vast breath like dumplings. After the giant who was originally devoured by the magic fire and hummed with the Sanskrit Zen, the golden light on his body soared, broke the magic fire and stood proudly between heaven and earth again.

At this time, the whole empty Taoist temple at the top of the Red Refining Peak was full of golden giants, standing like a very golden pillar, looking down at Zhang Yan, who became extremely ugly. This third Sanskrit thunderstorm is too shocking...

Zhang Yan was fascinated by the scene in front of him for a moment, but he soon recovered. In the face of such a scene, who can be stunned without hesitation? He squeezed his lips tightly and glanced past thousands of standing golden giants, looking at the narrow gap in the air, and his eyes flashed.

The golden giant stood silently, and the strong and substantial pressure on his body united together, filling the whole world.

"Brother, this is not like the power of natural disaster at all. It's so horrible. Even I tremble. Shall we save or not?" Huan Chong locked his eyebrows and gently sent a voice to Huan Yu.

Huan Yu smiled bitterly and shook his head gently. He looked at Zhang Yongtai and his wife in the hall and suddenly shouted outside the hall, "Zhang Yan, if you tell me everything you know at this time, I will definitely let your second uncle and second aunt to ensure that their lives are not in danger!"

Zhang Yan and Huo Ran turned his head and stared coldly at Huan Yu in the hall, with a trace of coldness in the corners of his mouth, "Take advantage of the fire? Send charcoal in the snow?"

Huan Yu's face flashed with anger and said in a low voice, "In today's situation, you will definitely die. After your death, there is no guarantee for the life of your second uncle and second aunt. Whether it's taking advantage of the fire or sending charcoal in the snow, at least after you promise me, your relatives can live well. What do you think?"

"Yan'er, you don't have to worry about us. As long as you live, your second uncle will have no regrets in this life!" Zhang Yongtai, who had been holding his wife tightly and looked excited, suddenly shouted, "As long as you remember to take good care of your treasure brother, I..."

Zhang Yongtai didn't finish speaking, and was stunned by Huan Yu's palm wind. Looking at Zhang Yan, whose eyes were about to spit out fire, Huan Yu said calmly, "Your second uncle just fell asleep. Don't worry. Time is running out. It's better to explain everything before you die!"

Zhang Yan laughed angrily, regardless of the thousands of golden giants like statues behind him, and said coldly, "You people who pretend to be famous, act so despicably. What a fucking shame for your ancestors!"

Huan Yu's face darkened, and his voice was extremely cold. "Since you don't agree, it's useless for them to stay here. I'll crush them, frustrate their bones and ashes, and won't even let you see you again!"

It was like being fiercely inserted into a steel knife in his heart, and an extreme anger roared in every cell of the body. The blood was boiling, his eyes were red, and the blue veins were like earthworms winding on his forehead. Zhang Yan was stimulated by Huan Yu's extremely vicious words.

The complete chill suddenly dispersed from his body, and the demon yuan in his body seemed to feel Zhang Yan's anger and burst out. At this time, the purple light around his body lingered, and his breath soared straight up to the sky.

"Ah~" A heartbreaking roar came from Zhang Yan's mouth, and blood and tears flowed from his eyes. The lines were like the most gorgeous rhododendron, smashed to the ground.

After half axiang, blood tears still rolled down on his cheeks, arrogant and lonely as a wounded wild wolf. In front of thousands of golden giants, Zhang Yan said in an extremely calm voice without a trace of emotion, "I hate you hypocritical, cruel, despicable and shameless monks who coerce me. From the beginning to now, I remember."

He looked up at the sky, and his blood and tears were blurred. He once again remembered what he had suffered in Wanzhong Mountain. He gently stretched out his finger and reached into the air. "I once swore to God that I would kill all those who threatened me, persecute me, killed my relatives and destroyed my homeland. Unfortunately, I didn't achieve it. I hate myself so much, I hate my incompetence, hate..."

When Zhang Yan's eyes shed blood and tears and cried heartbreakingly, the golden sky changed, and a touch of gorgeous blood color permeated, like red ink dripping into the water, and the water quality was dyed red in an instant. The blood color became thick, occupying most of the sky, and a violent atmosphere of evil charm was gradually rising and fermenting...

The blood color of the sky seemed to be summoned by Zhang Yan, silent, but so enchanting and strange. Everyone in the hall was shocked and looked in front of them, a picture that they could not forget for a lifetime. The sky was half blood-red, half gold, and the hurricane was everywhere. Zhang Yan was alone independent of the blood-colored gold, his face was pale, and there were blood and tears in his eyes. In front of thousands of golden giants, he was so small that it seemed that one hand could crush him. And he is so arrogant, surrounded by purple light, and his breath is cold and cold, like a tough man who does not succumb to the power of heaven and earth.

No one opened his mouth, including Huan Yu, and their expression became surprised, doubtful and confused...

Is he the blood color between heaven and earth attracted by him?

......

In the storm whirlpool of the broken soul desert, there is a huge cave under the ground. A woman in red standing quietly on a red lake,

Red clothes fly, silver hair dances without wind, scattered fine purple arcs, full of amazing ** power, peerless beautiful face. In the blue color of the lake, the beautiful woman is independent. She seems to come from the painting and suddenly doesn't look like a mortal. She is the owner of Tuofeng, the ghost beast, and the owner of the whole ghost prison.

At this time, the lake is slightly ripp, and her clear eyes are like water flowing, and her eyebrows are as delicate as a distant mountain. She looks at the faraway place of the blue lake. Ten thousand miles away, it is the Lanyun Mountain where Qianyuzong is located.

"It seems that there is only one walk, and I can't wait for three years..." The quiet voice spit out from her pale lips like cherry petals, and she has disappeared.

Only a red boat is left on the blue lake.

Blood and tears are like red agate stone, Zhang Yan's fingers are lightly stabbed in the air, and the indifferent voice is still echoing, "Today, Huan Yu threatened me for a while, and the other day, Zhang Yan, will trample on the mountain gate!"

Huan Yu sneered, but his cheeks unconsciously became stiff. Zhang Yan's words were calm and emotionless, but there was awe-inspiring and decisive sonorous smell, which fell into his ears and abruptly harsh, which made people feel convinced in a trance.

A junior in the later stage of foundation-building, blocking the face of many high cultivations of Qianyu Sect, taking the sky as a lesson, taking heaven and earth as a lesson, threatening to destroy the whole mountain gate, how arrogant and ignorant or crazy is this?

Maybe it's really as magnificent as a cliff shore stone?

The wind roared from the distance, with the violent tremors that shocked the world. Suddenly, thick white light gushed out from the cliffs around the red peak, rolling between the half-blooded and half-golden sky.

"It's not good! Someone broke into the battle of thousands of feathers!" An exclamation came from Huan Chong's mouth, and everyone's faces changed again. In their stunned expression, a touch of red suddenly came.

A woman in red, barefoot and silver hair, moved gently in the air like a red cloud, as slow and fast as a leisure walk, appeared in front of the hall, Zhang Yan's side.

Wile thousands of miles in a flash, the time and space change and the beauty is still the same. She is the owner of the underworld prison, and no one knows about her presence, and there is no awe.

From the launch of Qianyu's killing array to the appearance of the woman in red, the blink of an eye seems to be as long as a year. Everyone's face changed dramatically and they were uncertain. Qianyu, who could destroy the Yuanying monk, did not hurt this woman at all!

Her bones are like a fairy in the world, standing intact in front of her, on her beautiful face, her clear eyes are as deep as the blue sea, like Zhang Yan, raising her head, looking at the sky, and her red clothes flying, reflecting the blood and red of the sky.

What kind of cultivation is this? Has she crossed Yuanying and become a god? At least Huan Yu and others can't see her real cultivation at all. But if you can see more than a thousand killing arrays as nothing, you don't want to know your own strength.

Everyone's hearts sank and fell to a low point. Looking at the woman in red, their nerves gradually tightened.

The woman in red stared at Zhang Yan, and her clear eyes splashed out with brilliance. Her eyes did not have a trace of oppression or anything else. She looked at Zhang Yan carefully from head to toe, which did not cause Zhang Yan a trace of disgust. Is it comfortable? No, at least there is no strange taste.

Stretching out her white finger without any flaws and pointing to the top of her head, the woman in red said in a voice as clean as a rippling spring, "How sure are you to deal with the disaster?"

Shaking his head, the blood and tears in his eyes were hidden by the snow, and his eyes turned to Qianyu Hall.

"You are afraid of the people there. Since I'm here, they don't dare to move a little." The woman in red saw Zhang Yan's thoughts at a glance. Her voice was light, but she contained endless confidence.

Her eyes floated into the air, raised her feet, and walked into the hall in an instant. "The blood thunder is coming... Go and destroy those strong golden spirits first."