Cultivator In Martial God World

Yang Xuan’s goal was the Northern Xinjiang Ice Palace, but he did not immediately rush to Northern Xinjiang.

When the Yellow Springs prayer voice from Underworld Sect entered Yang Xuan's mind, his whole person instantly changed from moving at a high speed to completely still.

"Yuan Zizhen captured Li Qiao'er and Meng Qingqing. Li Qiao'er was injured, Meng Qingqing died!"

The voice echoed in Yang Xuan's mind, like a saber, back and forth Cut.

A gray breath radiated from him, like a gray fog, but full of sadness and Xiao Sha.

In the sky, the dark clouds pressed down, and the people's hearts were numb.

When the woman named Qingqing in Tsing Yi kept flashing in front of him, Yang Xuan said nothing, not even a single tear.

He just reversed his direction and flew towards Yuan Family.

Not fast, not slow.

The wind blows, Azure Bamboo hangs down.

This day is the seventh day of April.

The yellow calendar says: On the day of Yang Gong’s death, don’t use it for major events.

Yuan Family!

The dark clouds droop, and the ink-like clouds are almost within reach.

Heavy rain is coming.

Yuan Xinqiu and Yuan Zhixia looked at the corpse in front of them and the red-clothed in front of the corpse, with blood on the corners of the mouth, pale, but still a stubborn little girl with a blank brain.

They know that things are getting bigger.

The very big kind.

When Yuan Zizhen threw the body and the little girl in red-clothed clothes in front of them, to be honest, they didn't take seriously.

But when the red-clothed little girl held a long flame knife in her left hand and released countless red birds in her right hand, they were almost speechless in shock.

This kind of flame, there is no semicolon in the world, there is only one.

Immortal Sect, Bai Qi!

"Miss Li, this...this is a misunderstanding!" Yuan Zhixia tried to make the final salvation, but even he knew how pale this salvation was.

The stubborn little girl didn't speak, and only a line of sight answered Yuan Zhixia, which was full of hatred that could not be washed away by the water of the three rivers.

The eyes are red, the color like blood.

Under red, there is a deeper level and sadness.

The starlight in the sky can't hide the sadness in her eyes.

Qingqing is dead.

Whenever these four words echoed back and forth in her mind, she felt a buzzing in her head, as if it burst open.

"I, Li Qiao'er, swear here that in this life and this world, I will kill all the people surnamed Yuan, so that no one in the world will have the surname Yuan. If we violate this oath, we will punish everyone!"

It's getting darker, and rain seems to have appeared in the air.

But with a faint smell of blood.

When Xiao Qiao'er said this, the tearful expression on his face was very light, as if he was narrating an extremely common thing.

Yuan Zhixia and Yuan Xinqiu's faces became paler.

For some reason, Yuan Xinqiu suddenly felt that, in a daze, standing in front of him was not a woman wearing red-clothed, but...a white clothed, but stained with countless blood ——Demon God, Bai Qi.

Little girl is not terrifying, and the flame knife in little girl’s hand is not terrifying, but what the flame represents is the person who is terrifying, especially when they learn that Yuan Zizhen has killed When this girl turned out to be Bai Qi's dísciple, her heart was even more frightened.

"Knowing Xia, don't say it!" Yuan Xinqiu's face was pale, but his eyes flashed this resolutely: "The big mistake has been made, it's too late to regret. Now the hatred between Yuan Family and Bai Qi can't be resolved. , Only the demise of one party is the final end."

Yuan Zhixia sighed, Yuan Xinqiu said, how could he not know if Yuan Zi really killed someone else, but he shouldn’t. It shouldn't be, but killed Yang Xuan's dísciple. With Demon God's temperament, the hatred in it is destined to be unable to be resolved until the end of time.

Since it is destined to be unsolvable, the end can only be the demise of one party.

"Let's go, let's meet Old Ancestor!" Yuan Xinqiu said solemnly, his expression was solemn, and it seemed that the air was sinking a bit.

When Yuan Xinqiu and Yuan Zhi Brother Xia saw Yuan Zizhen, Yuan Zizhen held a white jade bowl and gently blew away the tea leaves floating on the water, looking relaxed and content.

"Old Ancestor, I need an explanation!" Yuan Xinqiu's face was solemn, with undisguised dissatisfaction in his eyes, said solemnly.

"hmph, what's the explanation, what do I need to explain to you?" Yuan Zizhen heavily placed the white jade in his hand on the table, and light green tea was spilled on the table.

"Old Ancestor, the two people you killed and captured were Bai Qi's dísciple, don't you know?" Yuan Xinqiu's words were already very rude.

"Oh, New Autumn, you are getting bolder and bolder." Yuan Zizhen showed an angry face, suddenly slapped the table top, and the marble table instantly all split up and in pieces: "When, you too Dare to question me?"

"Old Ancestor, Bai Qi acted, always seeking revenge for the slightest grievance, you killed his dísciple, which has brought a terrifying disaster to my Yuan Family." Yuan Zhixia on the side couldn't help saying.

"hmph, let him Bai Qi kill me Yuan Family dísciple, so I am not allowed to kill him Immortal Sect dísciple? Where does the world come from?" Yuan Zizhen coldly said: "I just want him Bai Qi I know, Yuan Family dísciple is not that easy to kill."

"Old Ancestor, Bai Qi always acted without scruples. If he knew that dísciple was killed, he would definitely come to him. At that time, my Yuan Family......"

"Since Martial God, have my Yuan Family ever been afraid of anyone? Yuan Family's prosperous glory back then, have you forgotten it?" Yuan Zizhen coldly said "Yuan Family has a younger generation like you, which has humiliated our ancestors, Yuan Xinqiu, I see you patriarch, don’t be a patriarch."

"But my Yuan Family has long lost its former glory. "Yuan Xinqiu struggled with reason.

"I just want Yuan Family to restore its former glory!" Yuan Zi really shook the sky.

Yuan Xinqiu was silent, and the hall fell into silence.

After a long while, Yuan Xinqiu smiled suddenly, but there was a sparkle in the corner of his eyes.

"Yuan Family must be extinct because of you! Yuan Family must be extinct because of you!" He was hoarse and burst into tears.

"damned bastard!" Yuan Zizhen was really angry now, stood up abruptly, waved his long sleeves, an unparalleled force hit Yuan Xinqiu's chest directly.

"Be careful!" Yuan Zhixia didn't expect Yuan Zizhen to start suddenly. Before he could think about it, he was in the wrong shape and stood in front of Yuan Xinqiu.

bang!

Yuan Zhixia and Yuan Xinqiu flew upside down and broke through the wall. Fiercely fell into the yard with blood spilling into the sky.

"Master!" Ling Xin'er threw himself on Yuan Zhixia with a soft whistle.

Yuan Xinqiu, who fell to one side, quickly got up from the ground and rushed to Yuan Zhixia's side.

True God's blow is far more powerful than ever. Even if Yuan Zizhen has recovered 90% of his strength, Yuan Zhixia's remaining strength is not something Yuan Zhixia can resist.

At this time, Yuan Zhixia's chest was directly penetrated, and she had already vented more and less air.

"Go...Go...Leave...Leave Yuan...home..." He looked at Ling Xin'er, struggling, exhausted all his strength, and left his last last words.

"Master, Master..." The sound of a cuckoo's heart and blood was heard, which made people cry.

"Yuan Zizhen, you..." Yuan Xinqiu looked at Yuan Zhixia and swallowed the last breath in front of him. He was furious and called Yuan Zizhen by name.

Yuan Zizhen was still regretting that he had made a heavy shot. Hearing Yuan Xinqiu’s cry, he was furious: "Damn, damned bastard, do you really want to die?"

"If Yuan Family is broken because of you, each of us will have to die!" Yuan Xinqiu simply let go of all scruples.

"Good, good!" Yuan Zizhen laughed extremely angry, and said three good times: "Since you really want to die, I will fulfill you, and I have the right to be my Yuan Family without your dísciple."

After finishing speaking, he just shot over.

At this moment, a yard dísciple lose one's head out of fear ran over.

"Report...Report...White...Bai Qi is here."

hong long!

After a thunderstorm passed, heavy rain came.