Today I hold the world

Dozens of cloud boats were floating in the air, and on the high platform of the Qinglong, the leaders of the Red Dragon Army headed by Zhong Ziyan were all amazed.

But when he saw the fiery sword flying towards Liu Jiangyu's body, his face was full of unwillingness, but in the end he could only stare in disbelief.

At the last moment of his life, Liu Jiangxi's heart went from excitement to struggle, and then to an abrupt stop after madness, all the comfort and unsatisfactory things in the past flashed in his mind.

For a moment, he thought back to how many hardships and obstacles he had overcome in his life in this cultivation world, why he arranged for such an opponent to appear when the Nascent Soul finally matured.

The skin and blood on the chest were burning to ashes at an unbelievable speed, and a group of faint blue infants struggled desperately out of their shells and fled northward.

"His Nascent Soul wants to escape!"

On the Qinglong, Jiang Feng reminded loudly that when he saw the Daoist who seemed to be in the sky and the earth, he was about to block Liujiang Yuanying back.

The baby body in the blue light group grinned, roared angrily, and fled from different directions, no matter whether it was the sky or the mountains, no matter where it hid, it was chased by the palm of fire in an instant, flickering back and forth, and its energy became weaker and weaker. It's like going around in a bowl, and I have to scream:

"Brother Yan Dao, are you really going to die?"

The brown-robed Yuanying, who was fighting with Chen Xie's avatar, waited and watched the formation under the Faxiang, and saw that the inspiration was greatly reduced, and many places were weak. ruthless.

He was preoccupied, his eyes flashed with heartache, and he immediately raised a blue-black flag. The pattern of this flag is complicated, and when it rises in a storm, it will stir up the surrounding spiritual energy and freeze it. After a while, there is a muffled thunder inside, and two The three-headed and six-armed Zen vajra puppet confronts the clone blocked by Chen Xie, so that he can draw himself out.

Unexpectedly, just as he escaped, he saw a figure appearing in front of him again. It was the real Chen Xie who was going to fight the demon cultivator, but there was a clone instead. The brown-robed Yuanying had no choice but to shout at Liu Jiangyou:

"This person uses the formation method to kill you, and it is at the end of his strength at this time. If you want to survive, use the means to destroy the formation method!"

After finishing speaking, he asked harshly: "Chen Xie, Qingshuihu, you want to be an enemy of my Cu Mozong?"

Chen Xie sneered, "Stay calm."

Looking at Liu Jiangyou, he was struggling and fled desperately. After being ordered by Yan Moke, he finally found a way out. A black nail of his own life was spit out from Xiao Xiaojiao's lips. He didn't care about cherishing any original power, and poured energy into the corner of the big formation To stab.

In an instant, the foundation of the formation was unstable, and a gap was exposed. Tao Fangyin inside the colossus was sweating profusely. He frowned and glanced at the Yaozu Nascent Soul who was still entangled by Chen Xie's avatar in the northwest. Later, he turned his gaze to Yunzhou behind him The leader of the group was the middle-aged Taoist who was the leader on the Red Dragon, his surname was Zhong, and he was the head of the Red Dragon Sect at that time.

Out of the corner of his eyes, Tao Fangyin's memory flashed back to the time when after a night of autumn rain on Qingling Mountain, someone in the cloud sent a flying sword to pass on a letter.

Scenes of the past were like rain falling on the ground, he mobilized all the power of the Wanzhenpan under his body, and resolutely locked the Qi machine to Liujiang's infant body.

"Destroy!"

A tactic was struck out in the shape of a sword, and Liu Jiangyu flew to hide along the mountains, seeing that he couldn't dodge, he laughed maniacally, "Okay, okay, why don't you be afraid of death, you can be buried with me!"

Three more black nails spewed out from the small lips of his infant body. These nails were unmatched, and they shot at Zhong Ziyan himself on the high platform of the Azure Dragon, Tao Fangyin's body in the giant statue, and the nine-colored array disk in the center of the big formation.

"Beware!"

At the same time as the nail was shot, the baby's body weakened and weakened until it was hit by the sword formula, and there was no life left.

On the Qinglong, Zhong Ziyan felt as if he had been locked in by a wave of death and could not move. A black nail in his eye was getting bigger and bigger. How could he think about how that person knew that he was an important person in this battle, so he desperately urged himself The natal object awakens the body to act.

At the very moment, a black shadow appeared in front of him, Chen Xie himself came to the scene, and took the black nail in the palm of his hand with one hand. It was strange and dark, and even with his strength, he still had to concentrate on controlling it to subdue it.

Zhong Ziyan didn't care about expressing his gratitude, thousands of connections flashed through his mind, and he turned his eyes to the sky above Mount Qianye, "No!"

The roaring air explosion resounded throughout the world. It was the second black nail that shattered the ten thousand formations, causing the formation to collapse. The source of Tao Fangyin's absorption of spiritual power did not exist, and the colossus kept shrinking like a deflated ball.

Zhong Ziyan stared helplessly at the red-browed old man's body pierced by the third black nail piercing through the sky above Qianye Mountain. He galloped in terror, pleading in his heart, 'No, no, no! '

He was afraid, afraid that the old Taoist would disappear.

It was as if a small stone fell into the water, only causing some ripples, but the black nail went straight through Tao Fangyin's body, and no blood came out.

Zhong Ziyan flew up to the old Taoist, his eyes were sad but he couldn't believe it, so he flew around the figure of the old Taoist, and seeing that he was really intact, Zhong Ziyan wept with joy, sighed, and burst into tears: "Master, you... Why bother?"

The red eyebrows and red hair slowly turned gray and lifeless, and the smooth skin and face of the old man aged rapidly and wrinkled, obviously due to excessive consumption of life energy. Fortunately, seeing that he was still full of energy, Zhong Ziyan danced happily. Just beheaded a Nascent Soul abruptly, with such strength, how smooth the development of the sect should be in the future.

After the huge Qianye Mountain was blown down by the formation, even the last few outline peak pillars couldn't hold on, and there was a pit with a width of tens of miles, and the dust was flying and it was impossible to see the scene clearly.

Chen Xie's obstruction to Yaoxiu and Yan Moke was also withdrawn at the same time, Zhong Ziyan no matter what was happening here and there at this time, he dragged the old man who was already hunched over to Yunzhou, and for some reason suddenly had a lot of words I wanted to tell him, so I chattered about future plans, "You have done this one today, I am afraid that no one in our family will dare to embarrass you in this place in the future, I have already made plans, and I will set off to return later Qingling Mountain, first..."

The old man nodded from time to time and laughed, but his figure gradually shrunk.

Yan Moke, who was no longer hindered by Chen Xie, hid himself and flew into the collapsed cave of Qianye Mountain.

Seeing that the battle had subsided, the two Nascent Souls above Beiheling Road knew that it was almost time, so they flew towards Qianye Mountain and headed straight for the group of cloud boats.

With the front feet chasing the rear feet, a thunderbolt suddenly sounded inexplicably between the sky and the earth. A thunderbolt flew down from the Red Dragon, and three figures stepped out of it like ripples.

The two children behind the back were like the faint voice of the heaven and earth when they were born, and they seemed to be endlessly panicked by the power of the sky. They passed down the ceremonial notice: "The new inspector of Dongzhou in the Zifu of Shenxiao, Lord Lei Jixing, please kneel down to welcome him!"

An irreversible coercion directly swept all the monks below the Nascent Soul Realm here, and all the monks couldn't help but kneel down. It was a will that had to be surrendered from the depths of the soul, which could not be resisted or stopped.

However, some people couldn't understand this guard of honor, and waved their hands to break the coercion within a range of ten feet, and several people including Zhong Ziyan were spared.

That Xingjun frowned, changed his smiling face after three breaths, and said in a voice like a bell:

"You're safe and sound, Junior Brother Chen."

The two looked at each other, and they seemed to be communicating with their minds. After a while, they flew one after another to the sky not far away to talk in detail. Halfway through, Chen Xie separated, and returned with the previous demon cultivator after a while.

The people who stayed behind breathed a sigh of relief, and the two Nascent Soul monks of the Jumo Sect saw that it was not suitable to go forward and talk to Chilongmen at this time, so they stood outside the cloud boat and waited for the time being.

On the Qinglong, Zhong Ziyan obviously noticed that the aura of the old man behind him was getting weaker and weaker, and he was worried when he was originally happy. Since the Xingjun was dealt with by the ancestor Chen Xie, he had better inquire about his uncle's injuries.

Looking back, he saw the old man stroking his beard with a smile, and there was an extra volume of green jade slips with temporary seal records in his hand.

One step at a time, he handed the jade slip into Zhong Ziyan's hands, without saying a word, but stared at Zhong Ziyan with kind eyes for a while.

Then he turned his figure around, hunched his back and flew in the air, and walked towards the west step by step. With an indescribable panic in his heart, Zhong Ziyan hurriedly caught up and walked by his side: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

There has never been a moment in this life when Zhong Ziyan was so panic-stricken and helpless. He didn't know what happened to Master Tao. The old man in front of him was fine just now, but now he walked west without saying a word.

"Uncle, did you blame me for not organizing an army to help you? Let me tell you, the situation was unexpected..."

Zhong Ziyan's intelligence seems to have begun to degenerate, and he felt a sense of confusion and sadness in his heart, trying to deceive himself, as if the process he was going through at this moment was a dream.

After talking, seeing that the old man ignored him and continued to fly forward, he stopped and thought for a moment, "Master, do you want to go back to Qingling Mountain?"

After finishing speaking, Zhong Ziyan called for Biyoujing, and without waiting for the old man's consent, he directly supported it and flew westward at an accelerated speed. Seeing this, the army behind, after discussing with Song Yingxing and several Jindans, also decided to return together. If you act in order, you will leave the distance.

Zhong Ziyan didn't care about other things, he accelerated all the way, supporting his last respected and beloved elder in this world, like a child who abandoned all burdens and only wanted to enjoy the ride of the wind, talking about some interesting things from the past from time to time.

I don't know how long it took, Qingling Mountain was right in front of him, and Zhong Ziyan could no longer feel the aura of the person in front of him at all. Shadow, fell on the back of the whale.

Sitting down and looking back, I saw that the body gradually became transparent, and it dissipated slowly like tiny warm sparks, not resembling a human shape.

Zhong Ziyan's heart felt as if there was a mass of air pressure against his heart, sobbing and choking, he was no longer the aloof master at the moment, he was no longer a qi cultivator who had only lived for 80 or [-] years and cultivated the golden core.

"Master...ha...hehehe..."

Before the last part of the figure dissipated, Zhong Ziyan scratched desperately in the air, wailing, no one could see his appearance at this time, and no one would understand his sadness at this time.

"Son, go on."

There seemed to be a vaguely peaceful sound in the sky, and it seemed that no one had ever talked to him.

The clouds rolled, Zhong Ziyan raised his head to the sky and howled, venting all the anger in his chest.

But he still couldn't make up for what he had completely lost. From then on, or from the moment the previous war ended, there was no longer his elder in this world.