Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

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In this deep, dark world.

Ten mountains stand upright.

The black sun hangs in the air.

Everything is dead!

A woman with a beautiful face and a graceful posture stood in the air, and the wind swept around her body.

The woman's head is slightly raised, her eyes are blank, and her black cloak flutters in the wind like a wave behind her.

The jade-like skin, in this endless darkness, shone with only vitality and vitality.

The slender legs are straight and drooping, and the exaggerated waist-to-hip ratio outlines the perfect curve.

In this deadly world, this beautiful figure is like the last embellishment.

but.

A hideous and terrifying phantom destroyed this sense of beauty.

The phantom had seven heads and fourteen arms, several feet tall, and each head showed joy, anger, sorrow, sorrow and terror.

Each of the muscular and bulging arms held a weapon, and many weapons pierced the woman's delicate body.

There is also a dark flying sword, firmly nailed to the center of the woman's forehead.

No blood!

Liuren Shenbing is a gathering of spirits and thoughts, and the realm of Daoji is far from turning imaginary into reality.

But the sense of reality that the sword penetrates through the flesh is no less.

Soul Sword!

Soul Slasher!

Desire Orb!

Soul slaughter whip...

The sword pierced the chest, the knife entered the belly, the orb sank into the sea of ​​soul and consciousness, and the long whip was wrapped around the body, making people look like blood boiled.

Don't ask for the same expression, the divine consciousness is amplified through the Tongxinzhu, and invades the sea of ​​consciousness like a spider web.

With the suppression of the ten square Yama, Liuren Shenbing directly attacked the mystery of the soul, and he was trying to search for the soul.

and.

Search for the souls of monks in the later period of Daoji based on the cultivation base of Daoji's early stage.

"Crack!"

The black electric light appeared on the woman's body.

First the eyebrows and the forehead, then the heart mouth and dantian, the electric light flickered, smashing on the Liuren Shenbing.

"Well…"

Mo Qiu frowned, and the seven faces of the Buddha's Xuxiang also showed pain.

next moment.

"Crack!"

The black thunder and lightning spread all around, and the phantom in the field instantly dissipated.

The flying sword nailed to the center of the woman's eyebrows also retreated suddenly.

"Wow..."

The perfect body in the field, slashed by thunder and lightning, quietly turned into dust in the sky.

When the yin wind blows, nothingness is completely eliminated.

But in the blink of an eye, this charming and charming woman has completely disappeared.

Mo Qiu's figure appeared on the top of a mountain, watching the woman's body and soul dissipate in the air.

Immediately, with a single-handed move, he evoked two artifacts and a storage bag.

Rubbing his brows, he couldn't help but sigh:

"It seems that even with the help of formations, it is not easy to search for the soul of a late Daoji cultivator."

Having said that, he is not without gain.

I could not snoop on what was hidden in the woman's heart, but she also got a lot of useful things.

Just like, she originally intended to trade life-saving things.

A cave mansion of the Jindan monks!

This golden core was not an ordinary golden core, but Xiao Qianjue, who was famous for catching up with the Yuan Ying monk five hundred years ago.

Personal name: Zhuandaosheng.

According to reports, this person's sword skills have reached an unpredictable level, even comparable to the real Yuan Ying.

Unfortunately.

This person seemed to be fascinated by his own swordsmanship, and he really tried to challenge the real Yuan Ying.

A single player broke into the Heavenly Evil Alliance with a single sword, and wanted to fight the Heavenly Pouring Sword.

The result can be imagined.

The outstanding skill of the sword can't change the gap of realm, and it will end in the end of body and soul.

But this does not mean that the revolver saint is not strong.

On the contrary, being able to force a Yuan Ying to kill, and not being able to retain his strength, would indicate his toughness.

"Kuangdong Mansion!"

Mo Qiu sneered and shook his head gently.

This woman does know a cave house of Xiao Qianjue.

But the cave house should have been raided, and there was nothing other than the hiding place.

Not even the root grass!

Saying that it is used for trading in exchange for life is just a deliberate deception and a fluke.

However, under the force of searching the soul, he obtained a method of catching the evil spirits and it was extremely mysterious.

This method can be used by mana or with the help of foreign objects.

In this way, it is quite useful for Moqiu who is carrying the Yamaha banner.

Although he is familiar with many methods, the imperial envoy Yama Luo can only do things by his own qualities.

There is no suitable way to activate the power within.

Nowadays, with the help of Yamato banners to perform a great capture of the evil spirits, even the middle stage of Daoji can be imprisoned on the spot.

also.

Feijian hasn't been thoroughly refined and cannot be used for the time being, but that wind-shielding robe is a strange treasure.

When worn on the body, it can hide the breath, cultivate the base, resist magical weapons, and increase the speed of escape.

Refining is also quite easy.

Other.

In her mind, Mo Qiu also found the origin of a woman she hadn't seen in decades.

Today it is called Kong Qingyan.

The woman Zhu Niannu brought back in the early years is said to be favored by a certain big man.

Meditate for a moment.

Mo Qiu's eyes lit up, and the two groups of flames immediately wrapped the wind-shielding robes and slowly refined them.

At the same time, take a pill to restore cultivation.

...

Half a day later.

Not long ago, gun smoke spread all over the battlefield, and it was already silent.

The people of the Heavenly Evil Alliance have already retreated.

A sturdy figure stood in the air, the eyes of the tiger shone with divine light, illuminating the audience.

This person's facial lines are tough, his eyes are like electricity, just standing casually, the power makes people afraid to make a sound.

He was dressed in a purple gown, with two bronze maces hanging from his waist, and his body stood up like a pine, like a general on the battlefield.

It is the great master of the Golden Core of the Beidou Palace, Yue Shouyang!

According to reports.

Long before the preaching, this one was indeed a general of the mortal court.

"How long?"

"Back to senior." Behind him, a person hurriedly arched his hands and said:

"It has been an hour since you arrived."

"One hour." Yue Shouyang's muscles trembled and his eyes were cold:

"In other words, those who haven't returned, have escaped far enough, so long as they haven't returned?"

"This..." The face of the person behind him changed, and he said in a nonchalant manner:

"It's true."

"Retreating in the face of battle and being timid in the face of danger, what use do these people want?" Yue Shouyang's voice was cold:

"If the order goes on, all those who will return next will be escorted to the front line without error."

"Yes!"

"Senior." Someone whispered:

"There are some people who are not good at fighting, but they are only supporting escort. Do you want to go to the front line?"

"Um?"

Yue Shouyang squinted his eyes, and a boundless terrifying coercion instantly enveloped the audience.

It seems that the entire sky has collapsed.

His voice was cold, and he said slowly:

"As a monk, no matter how bad it is, there are still Dao soldiers? Since Dao soldiers are good, they can do it by themselves."

Everyone's hearts were chilled, and their heads were down one after another, and no one dared to say anything again.

Not long.

A group of human figures emerged from a distance one after another, converging towards this place.

Obviously.

Those who flee are not stupid, knowing that there are masters in the sect, and it is difficult for the people of the Heavenly Evil Alliance to last.

Mo Qiu also hid in the crowd, and came along with the other two, and received the news.

His complexion couldn't help but sink.

To the front?

...

One month later.

Even if I did not seek every possible way to find a few familiar people, it still failed to change the decision of the sect.

After several postponements, he finally went to the front line.

On the auspicious clouds.

A group of dozens of people with different faces, flew towards the front, and finally landed on a sea of ​​forest.

in the past.

Even if you came to the front line of the mountain patrol ceremony, it was nothing, after all, the possibility of encountering danger was unlikely.

Today, it's different.

During this period of time, the members of the Heavenly Evil Alliance made repeated moves, and even launched several attacks toward the front line.

Although unable to stop the Taiyi Sect's general trend, there are also many monks who died on the battlefield.

For those who do not want to come, it is not pleasant.

"master!"

Before Xiangyun had fallen, a familiar voice came over.

Do not ask to turn his head, his eyes move slightly, his face is slightly surprised:

"Wang Hu."

"It's me." Wang Hu shook his body and appeared in front of Mo Qiu instantly from a hundred feet away:

"Master, why are you here too."

He knows the character of his master, saying that he is an ascetic monk, and there is no problem.

I don't like this trouble.

This time, came to the front line unexpectedly?

"There is no way, I have to come." Mo Qiu shook his head lightly, his gaze fell on him, and he nodded:

"The cultivation base is progressing well. It seems that you haven't abandoned cultivation in these years."

It hasn't been seen for more than ten years, Wang Hu's cultivation can be called rapid progress, almost reaching the peak of Daoji's initial stage.

Strength is not weak.

Not to mention other things, the abrupt flashing just now, the escape method that could not cause the slightest sound of wind, was extremely extraordinary.

Even if compared with the Daoji mid-stage cultivator, he still doesn't give in too much.

"Of course!" Wang Hu patted his chest with a big hand, and said:

"Master, I have been born and died many times over the years, and I have won many opportunities, and only then have I achieved what I am today."

"certainly…"

He scratched his head and said:

"Xiao Chan's help is indispensable."

"It's the master."

He turned sideways, his eyes blinked, and his face was puzzled:

"Why haven't seen you in these years, your cultivation base does not increase but retreat?"

Before Moqiu could answer, he waved his hand with pride and said:

"Master, rest assured, with me, even if your cultivation skills are poor, you will never be in danger."

"Heh..." Don't ask for lightness, faintly bowing his hands:

"Then it will work."

"Hey..." Wang Hu smiled awkwardly:

"Just joked, joked, I know Master, you must have deliberately hidden your cultivation."

"The disciple is in front of you, it's still early, it's still early!"

"Greasy tune." Mo Qiu shook his head:

"When did you come to the front line?"

"I've been there all the time." Wang Hu raised his eyebrows, his face proudly:

"In the past few years, Tu'er has been hanging around in the Yandang Mountains. He is very familiar with this place. He is also known as the King Tiger of Baixiaosheng in Yandang Mountain."

"This time Taiyizong's mountain patrolling ceremony, I am considered half a disciple, and naturally I have to make a contribution."

"Of course, it can also make a profit by the way."

Saying, smiled mysteriously.

Obviously, this is his purpose.

Do not ask for a slow nod, UU reading www. uukanshu. Com's gaze swept around, and stopped on a person in the distance, his eyes changed slightly.

"He Ling." Wang Hu lowered his voice and said:

"The big brother of the Tianji line of the Beidou Palace, there is no golden core master in the Tianji line, so he has the final say, the cultivation base is complete, and the strength is even more terrifying."

"In the Beidou Palace, the status is not low."

"Master, I heard that you have some contradictions with him?"

"Not really." Mo Qiu shook his head lightly.

"That's good." Wang Hu breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"He is the leader of ours. If you offend him, I'm afraid there will be no good fruit."

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