Demonic Imperial City.

The hall with a closed door in the depths of the palace was rarely opened. A man with a majestic figure walked past the threshold of the hall and subconsciously raised his palm to cover it.

The bright sunshine scattered above his head made him feel a little uncomfortable instinctively.

Next to the hall gate, a large worshipper was waiting with a cane covered with a wide robe.

The demon emperor Ying Zheng walked down the steps, and the solemn bluestone corridor in the deep palace courtyard wall was filled with indescribable coldness. The majestic man who held the power of life and death in the Demon Realm stretched out his hand, carefully stroked the patterns on the courtyard wall, and said calmly: "I asked Batuo Hongtu to accompany Ying Wei Nan to join the war this time, and he was reckless."

The envoy slowly followed half a step behind the man who was like a mountain, and the obscure sound of metal rubbing against him began to appear in the shadow under the hood.

"The fate of soldiers is nothing more than horse-drawn corpses, and so is the God of War."

Ying Zheng, who had been in seclusion in the depths of the palace for many years, was no longer afraid of the sun. His cheeks gradually became rosy and plump from the beginning. His steps were constantly, as if he was deliberately measuring how long and wide the bluestone path in the deep palace was with his soles.

The cold wind in early autumn wrinkled his dark golden imperial robe.

"This seclusion is interesting, and two more princes died." Ying Zheng looked at the various parts of the Demon Realm and said calmly: "Oh? There is still a dragon missing."

The voice of the great worship this time was no longer as calm as before, and he trembled slightly: "Zhu Jiuyin can escape from the Netherworld Abyss, and the responsibility lies with the empress. Please punish your Majesty."

Ying Zheng waved his hand, "Forget it, he has not had enough energy to finish his Zhu Jiuyin, and the dragon clan essence and blood that he had been trapped in for a hundred years has benefited our clan a lot."

The Grand Priest said respectfully: "Your Majesty, the state of the eldest prince has stabilized. The ancestral domain that communicates with the power of the origin has opened a crack and the progress has been over halfway."

Ying Zheng, who had never smiled since he sat on the peak of the Demon Realm, had a creepy smile on his lips when he heard the words of the Great Envoy.

What he cared about was the ancestral domain, not the eldest prince who was in a stable state.

Even if it was his biological son, it was just a tool for him.

He laughed happily and spread his arms to make a move to embrace the world.

Tianyong City, Tianzheng Palace.

The true man of Lingyang stood quietly in front of the palace gate, looking away from the direction of Kunlun in the northern region with his hands behind his back. Elder Fuqiu, beside him, said: "If you are worried, go and see. There are only a few of us elders in Tianyong City. "

The real man of Lingyang didn't move. He wanted to go, but he couldn't.

Recently, Changbai Mountain in the north of Tianyong City has frequently moved. After several careful inspections, it was found that there were demons who were transforming the gods and even the Void Refining Realm to secretly cross Changbai Mountain, but were spontaneously blocked by the monsters in Changbai Mountain.

When Tianyong City had not yet become one of the five sects of the Immortal Dao Alliance hundreds of years ago, a senior sage discovered that the clear energy of Jiuzhou was beginning to be inferior to the demonic energy outside the northern region, so he began to gather the power of the entire sect and the Mo family giants and secretly began a plan called "Gianling God", which is similar to the "Nine Dragon Cauldron" that is now being promoted by thousands of sects in Jiuzhou.

Hundreds of years have passed, and the "Giant Spirit God" project led by the sect leader of Tianyong City has been completed. The highest mountain buried with the most core secrets of Tianyong City has been renamed the Giant Spirit God. The peak is also named Giant Spirit Peak, which is the highest point in Tianyong City.

The Giant God Peak is only a thousand miles away from Changbai Mountain. The Lingyang Zhenren has reason to believe that the demons must have learned the secret buried under Tianyong City through some channel, so they sent powerful people from the Void Refining Realm to try to destroy the Giant God Peak.

Even if Tianyong City is broken, there will be no accident in the Giant God Peak. He must stay here.

In the eyes of Lingyang Zhenren, the importance of the secrets buried under the Giant God Peak is no less than the "Nine Dragon Cauldron" plan. It is very likely that at some important time node in the future, it will save the last slim vitality for Jiuzhou.

The real person Lingyang looked up at the distance, his lips opened and closed, "Brother Ran, I'm sorry."

At the fortress in Linhai under Cangshan and Erhai Lake, a female spear fairy from the Western Region climbed up to look far away, beware of the revival of the demons driven by the demons. The sky in the north, hundreds of thousands of miles away, suddenly rolled in thunder. Yu Che suddenly looked back, his eyes filled with incredible words.

In the Wanxian Gate, a million miles away, Huangfu Youlian's skillful hand shaking suddenly, the tea soup rolled, and the Great Xia Dragon Bird Sword hanging on the wall whineeded.

Ran Buyi stepped forward without any complicated movements or considerations, he could only use a simple punch. The fist harness produces sword energy and sways thousands of miles into the sky.

The gold-plated sword of Tuo Hongtu met the fist filled with sword energy. A sharp roar suddenly sounded between heaven and earth that pierced the eardrums. The ears of those with weak cultivation were blood flowing. Even the powerful people at the level of the Void Refining Realm felt depressed and dying.

Whether it is the Demon Pioneer Army and the Immortal Alliance War Department, they all retreated backwards at this moment. The battle between the Shenyou Realm and the aftershocks alone are not something they can afford.

The gilded knife faces the fist, but the former is the blade rolled first.

The old man who looked down on the world made a country for the Demon Emperor when he was young, and then in his later years he stepped on the world of Demonic Way. This essence-filled sword could shatter any towering mountain in Jiuzhou, but it was broken under the fist of the Kunlun Sect Master.

The old military god smiled and took a step back. He looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, who was about a hundred years old, threw away the knife in his hand and used his palm to control the knife's intention.

Ran Buqi, who was the sword, put down his arm, his fist was already blooming, and scarlet blood dripped along his fist, splashing in the snow, dripping dull.

The old military god, whose appearance and style seem to have nothing to do with the demon clan, smiled and said, "Finish it, this is the second time that the two of us have fought?"

Ran Buqi said calmly: "It's a pity that there will be no third time."

Batuo Hongtu's palm, which was as straight as a knife, had a index finger quietly bent.

"Yes, there's no next time."

Before he finished speaking, in a flash, the two of them collided again in an extremely fierce manner. Batuo Hongtu raised his hand and the sword force directly swept the boundless demonic energy gathered above the heads of the demon army behind him. The scorching sun in front of Jiayuguan lost its luster at this moment, as if only this sword was left between heaven and earth.

Under this sword, the cultivators and even demon cultivators below the Void Refining Realm could not see anything clearly like the night before their eyes. Only the powerful people at the Void Refining Realm could capture the sword light that ran across the sky like a thread of the sky.

If you understand and use the sword intent to the extreme, the only way to draw and spread the sword is to the world.

In response to the order of the Immortal Alliance, Chang'an, who participated in the Jiayuguan War, rode a psychic black panther, staring at the sword force that was like a ray of sky in the dark night, and he didn't care that blood had already flowed from the eyes.

At this moment, in a corner of the night, it seemed like a bright moon was growing on the sea. A sword intent that competed with a line of swords rose into the sky, tearing through the endless night and bringing the heaven and earth in front of Jiayuguan back to dawn.

The shocking sword energy spread out like a flood, and the entire land was blown three feet away. The pits in front of Jiayuguan were instantly smoothed, and there was no sign that there had been a tragic battle between as many as 100 armies fighting each other before a stick of incense.

The two of them passed by in the air, pulled Tuo Hongtu's palm downwards, pressing it on Ran Buqi's heart, while Ran Buqi was just the opposite, slapped the old military god's forehead with a palm.

Ran Buqi's figure shook slightly, swept back dozens of feet and stopped the decline. His silver-white robe sounded with the flying snow, and he felt like a real immortal.

On the other hand, Batuo Hongtu stood firmly after retreating more than ten feet, looking calmly at the Kunlun Sect Master who had taken his sword again more than ten years ago.

The armor on the old military god is as bright as it was back then.

In theory, Batuo Hongtu is in the middle stage of the Shenyou Realm, and Kunlun Zi Ran Buyu is in the late stage of the Shenyou Realm. Moreover, in terms of both the talent and qualifications, Ran Buyu is also a better winner. In terms of both emotions and reason, it should be that the Immortal Alliance has a clear advantage. But as the saying goes, Jiang is the old man's spicy. After all, Batuo Hongtu is immersed in the Shenyou Realm for more than Ran Buyu's more than more, and he has been leading troops to fight all his life, which is better for the old man.

In terms of realm talent, the old military god may not be as good as the one; but in terms of practical combat skills, it is obvious that this old man who has been in a lifetime is better at being better at it.

The Five Great Gods of the Immortal Alliance back then

Batuo Hongtu stepped on the ground and straightened his back. Ran Buyi stepped on the air and suddenly felt like a true immortal. The two started a battle between heaven and earth.

There was no more snow on the earth within a radius of 500 miles. Batuo Hongtu's body suddenly climbed the tower, and his hands were free to move the knife, then he suddenly lifted it up, leading the thick earth to the earth to the sky to countless long swords the size of stone tablets, and the tip of the knife reached the true immortal in the sky.

Ran Buqiu pointed his pious sword in front of his chest, and then stabbed it violently. The clouds in the sky suddenly turned into thousands of sharp swords for his own use, competing against the scattered sword monuments on the earth.

The vast world, five hundred miles in front of Jiayuguan, was surging in the blink of an eye as the two of them set off at the same time.

The dense sword monuments were pulled up by Batuo Hongtu with both hands, and he was wearing armor and swinging his sword to kill the immortals. Ran Buqi held the Yunqi sword and followed Xiao Xiao's sword under the rain, holding the sword to eliminate the demons.

This is a dispute between heaven and earth, a dispute between swords and swords, and a dispute between immortals and demons.

In this confrontation, both sides relied on their profound aura and did not avoid or avoid it. Countless sword monuments full of the peak sword intent of the Demon Domain Military God exploded in an inch in the chest, and the sword rain containing the Kunlun Sword Immortal's great sword intent also fell on Batuo Hongtu. These two top talents at the peak of their cultivation began to fight closely.

Ran Buyi lifted his fist and landed on Batuo Hongtu's chest. The armor burst out with wailing sounds, and the fist fell like thunder. The heart protection mirror on the old military god's chest was quickly smashed, and even a tiger beast's shoulder armor on his shoulder was cut off by Ran Buyi's palm.

Ran Buqi was bombarded by the old military god's heavy punch, and his sleeves rippled like stones thrown into a calm pond. The old military god's skillful technique, and the landing points of his fists were different every time, so that stones fell into every place in Ran Buqi's pond, and the ripples continued, and then became violent and ups and downs.

This is the difference between an experienced master and a fight before there is insufficient experience.

Fortunately, even though Ran Buqi's fighting skills are not as good as the old military god, he still has an advantage in cultivation. With the Han Kunlun who has been practicing for a hundred years, Ran Buqi's physical strength has long been comparable to the reincarnation of Vajra Buddha. Although he is embarrassed, it is not fatal.

Qinglan, who was replacing Kunlun's internal operation for Ran Buyu, stood in the dome of the Immortal Palace. His fists were clenched several times and then loosened, and this continued. Before leaving, Ran Buyu said firmly that he would not be allowed to take action. First, to prevent the demons from knowing that Qinglan is now a half-step extraordinary realm. When Jiuzhou is facing storms, being able to have one more trump card is an extra chance of winning in the future, because none of them knows what the Demon Emperor who is still hiding in the Demon Realm Palace is having.

The second is that this is Kunlun, and it is not his "outsider" who takes action.

The dignified Kunlun Sect Master, why should outsiders sweep the snow in front of his home? How can he, the father, explain to his daughter that he is a fear of death?

He Ran is not a man of seven feet, but he can't afford to lose this person.

Ran Buqi finally stood side by side with Qinglan at that time, looking at the endless ice field in front of him, and said calmly: "Yun Lan is my nephew. The child is sleeping here forever. I have spent no day in regret. I think every day that if I was not so stingy at the beginning, and if I had sent more staff to Heijiayuguan that day, it might have been another result. My brother and sister left early, who would have thought that Yun Lan would follow him too?"

Ran Buqiu wandered out of his body and couldn't go out, and finally said something unrelated to each other and said, "I think the future of Jiuzhou should be more beautiful than it is now, right?"

Qinglan looked at the senior brother beside him, who was extremely excited a hundred years ago and pulled him and his wife on the long road of cultivation. For a moment, he was filled with mixed feelings.

After barely removing the domineering sword intent of Batuo Hongtu taking the opportunity to penetrate into his body and scatter the meridians, Ran Buyi launched a counterattack. The sword intent that had been brewing for a long time was thriving, and the huge amount of powerful spiritual power and aura were soaring together, overwhelming the demon army god.

Batuohongtu's eyebrows finally tightened, but he still did not hide or avoid it. He used his sword intent to support the rolling sword intent above his head, which was as majestic as the overturning of the Yellow River, and he retreated for a hundred miles.

On the sky covered with cracks in the small space, the old military god once again slashed his palm to the domineering ruthlessness of "everything in the world is broken with just one knife", and the sound of the sword is as sharp as continuous winter thunder.

The Demon Pioneer Army cheered, and the third prince who was in charge of the rear smiled proudly. Even if he was not Shenyou Realm, it was obvious that Batuo Hongtu had the upper hand at this time. How could he not be happy? If this battle can be successfully pulled out the stubborn nail in Jiayuguan, the subsequent battle for the throne will attract a large number of talents to join him voluntarily. At that time, he would not have to worry about the second brother or the eighth sister?

Just ant, I win Wei is the one who can laugh to the end.

Ran Buyi looked up and the sun was already shining on him. At his height, he could already see the scenery south and north of Jiayuguan.

He was watching it very seriously, as if he couldn't see enough, and finally fell on Ran Xiaoxiao.

Ran Xiaoxiao's eyes suddenly shrank, she had never seen her father show such a smile.

Batuo Hongtu gave birth to a sense of crisis that only lasted for a long time when he joined the army for the first time when he was young and had a sense of life and death that was only a moment ago.

A man's life is to stand tall and stand tall, it has nothing to do with monks or mortals.

This is the last sword that Ran Buqi realized after a hundred years of cultivation.

It is said to be a sword move, not a certain kind of reborn sword intent.

He left his body and wandered around, seeing all the flowers and flowers south of Kunlun, and recalling the unrepentant oath he made under the statue of the Human Emperor when he walked to Kunlun with his wife a hundred years ago.

"As long as I have a breath, I dare to tell the demons that they will not step forward!"

Ran Buqi's body began to shine like a dazzling light like the sun.

Ran Xiaoxiao, who knew what his father was doing but could no longer stop him, knelt on the ground.

The lifelike statue of the Human Emperor at the foot of Kunlun Mountain sighed with deep regret.

Ran Buqi used Kunlun soldiers to solve the problem and used a sword that surpassed the level of Shenyou Realm.

At this moment, he is the real Heavenly Sword Immortal.

The figure with golden light over the storm of the sun looked back at Kunlun direction and said heroically: "Junior brother, I will ask you to take care of you in the future!"

Qinglan burst into tears and gritted his teeth and shouted a good word.

The vanguard army of demon clan retreated crazily. The madman from the Immortal Alliance used this sword move, and many demon cultivators were burned to death just after taking a look. If this really fell, nearly half of the remaining hundreds of thousands of troops would probably be reimbursed here!

The majesty Haoran is comparable to the storm of the sun's essence fire. Under the sharp sword light, the old military god who was locked all over his body was not as scared as before his death. He looked calm and went to death calmly.

Before losing all consciousness, Ran Buyi thought lightly of the name of his deceased wife.

He finally said gentlely: "You have been waiting for many years, right? Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Chapter completed!