"Zhou Fan..."

"We are willing to surrender, but you will follow your leader."

In the boundless sea of ​​stars, many Taoist lords all changed their expressions, some begging and some roaring...

Wang Daojun felt even more creepy and fled in panic.

In a flash, it was thousands of miles away, and it disappeared without a trace.

In Zhen Depang's eyes, he saw a fair palm hanging from endless sky.

The palm is not big, it seems to be empty and illusory, slowly hangs down, causing ripples in time and space.

The palm seemed to have no movement, but it seemed to contain countless seal script patterns on it.

It is extremely complex, and I don’t know how many thousands or trillions of dollars.

Thin and dense, dense.

The palm floated by, crossing the limits of time and space.

Under Zhen Depang's gaze, he crossed the voids slowly.

It was like a mundane person who slapped his son and slapped Wang Daojun on the back of the head.

"Bang!"

Wang Daojun's eyes raised, and he felt an indescribable terrifying force filled his body with time and space in an instant, covering him tightly.

This palm came too fast. I don’t know if it was taken from the future or it was stopped here in the long past. It just so happened that it was on the back of his head!

With the eyelids of the golden Daojun and Zhen Depang thrust, the King Daojun didn't even have time to scream, and his whole body burst into pieces!

"Time...space..."

Zhen Depang's eyes moved slightly, and a trace of enlightenment flashed through.

His talented immortal roots are the worst among the six people.

But his understanding was still acceptable, and in this palm, he saw something extraordinary.

Zhou Fan's palm was neither slow nor slow, and his speed was even comparable to that of the usual True Lord Dongxu.

But it directly transcends time, from the past and from the future, and exists in the present.

No matter what, I can't escape this palm.

Next, while the golden Taoist lord's eyelids were pounding, the palm appeared on the back of all Taoist lords at the same time.

Then, pat it lightly.

Without exception, they were all shot to death.

At this moment, above the sky.

One month later, the amazing vision of blood-storm rain appeared again.

Everyone looked at Zhongzhou and Xuan Lianfeng.

"Sister Yu, I finally know why the sect leader let us stay here forever."

Not far from Xuanlian Peak, above a green hill.

The clouds and mist are lingering like tulle, covering the fields, with lush trees and green all over the eyes.

In the stone pavilion of Youtan, Zhu Yin’s hair combs the flying fairy bun, the palace skirt is tied, and the jade face is exquisite.

In the past, she and Yuxi followed Yu Ze's words and stayed here forever, never leaving a single step.

Now, it seems that it is the most correct.

No one is sure to survive the chaotic times in Central China.

But this Xuanlian Peak is a place like a paradise in this chaotic world.

Looking at the bloody color above the sky, although it made her feel palpitations, it made her feel at ease.

Zhu Yin withdrew her gaze and looked at Yuxi.

The maid of the past has now transformed, with a bright pearl and a beautiful jade shining, and a bookish atmosphere is hidden between her eyebrows and eyes.

The green long skirt, light blue peonies embroidered on the cuffs, silver threads eaves on several auspicious clouds, and a row of blue sea water clouds on the hem.

"Sister Yu, what are you thinking?"

"Ayin, what are you doing now, young master and the others?"

Yu Xiying stood up, and the tassels on her waist made a slight collision sound, crisp and elegant, gathering her hair together, looking at the sky, and saying softly.

"What are you doing..."

Zhu Yin supported her chin with both hands, her eyes slightly lost.

"It should be busy."

...

Above the sky, there was a bloody rain, and it was more than a month in a row.

The blood rain stops and falls, and the universe is still the same.

The Taiping Road, which occupied half of the Han border, stopped its offensive and pointed its finger at the major forces under its rule, using the golden armored strong men as the vanguard, defeating the mountains and attacking the clan, and acting unstoppable.

However, the Hanting did not take advantage of this favorable opportunity to launch a counterattack. All parties below were ulterior motives and no one wanted to step forward.

For a moment, the scene was quite strange. Taiping Road was like killing life and death, and Hanting, all kinds of slogans were shouting loudly, but I never saw anyone take a step first.

The situation between Qin and Chu is half a pound and eight taels compared to Hanting.

Various wars happen every day and every moment. Life, at this moment, is so worthless.

Yanzhou is now under the rule of Taiping Road.

Yuhuamen, Yunyu Peak.

The scenery of the sea of ​​clouds and flying peaks in the past has now become a piece of broken bricks and rotten tiles.

Above the sky, golden lights were densely covered with thunder, bombarding the mountain protection formation, causing ripples, and the array light was dimming at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Yuze's face was so gloomy that it was so dripping.

Even though he was foresighted and used all kinds of means to occupy a place in Yanzhou.

But I didn't expect that Taipingdao was so crazy.

Without leaving any room, he suddenly launched an offensive against each branch without any reason.

If he hadn't obtained a treasure to protect the mountain from an "opportunity", he would have been here today.

"Master of the Sect, keep the green mountains and there is no need to worry about the firewood, let's go!" Ping Wenxu persuaded.

"Walk!"

Gripping his teeth with hatred, Yuze turned and stepped into a dark cave.

...

It has been more than a hundred years since that war.

Forty years ago, all parties in the Hanting Party finally launched a leader and led it to attack Taiping Road.

Its offensive momentum was unstoppable and even advanced to the hinterland of Taiping Road.

Unfortunately, he was set up by the Taoist Master Taiping to fight back, and his troops were defeated and his generals were defeated.

In the end, when both parties could not help each other, the two parties signed a contract.

But no one knows how long this paper contract can guarantee.

Suspension training peak.

Zhou Fan sat cross-legged on the cloud group, his divine intention sank into the Great Yan Pearl, deducing his own way of becoming an immortal.

Even though the outside world is changing, no one dares to provoke Xuanlianfeng here.

Even Taiping Dao has almost pushed all the sects and schools under his command, but he ignored Xuan Lianfeng and seemed to be invisible.

In fact, no one can enter the surrounding Xuanlian Peak.

Forty years ago, after setting up a formation to kill the Hanting army, the Taoist Lord Taiping stopped and watched the Xuan Lianfeng. He didn't say a word, and turned around the next day and left.

No one knows what happened, but they all realize it.

now.

At the foot of Xuan Lianfeng Mountain, there is a pavilion.

Two young Taoists wearing Zhoutian starry clothes stood here and looked up from time to time.

One of them has a pretty face, exudes aura, and his eyes are flexible, and he can tell his character at a glance.

“Hey~”

The young man touched his fellow disciple next to him and whispered: "I heard that the master and his family live on the mountain."
To be continued...