On the top of the snowy mountain, the wind and snow suddenly stopped for some reason. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info Maybe it's because Muyang and Zhang Erdan have successfully opened the door of the temple. In the middle of the vast snow-capped mountains, a figure staggered.

Originally, there were many white bears surrounding him, wanting him to continue to rest. But this person looked nervous, and rushed out anyway, looking very anxious. But with every step he took, his expression was particularly distorted.

At a certain moment, I saw him sitting on the snow. The coldness coming from his body was no longer enough to take care of it. On the forehead and on the back of the hand, the green tendons bulged, as if enduring great pain. Because under such cold, his robe was actually soaked with sweat. What kind of inhuman suffering could this be?

This person is none other than Lei Qiansong, who has not healed from old injuries and has added new injuries. The casting of the Forgetfulness Mantra allowed him to take all the pain back and bear all the side effects by himself. Now Mu Rushuang has woken up, but unexpectedly, she was actually occupied by black scales, thus breaking the curse of forgetfulness. Therefore, all the backlash and pain caused by it are imminent.

Even so, Lei Qiansong still wanted to seize the last glimmer of hope. The leader of the Heavenly Sword Gate, a genius, should have her superiority, and it is impossible to be controlled so easily, so try to use the connection of the Forgetfulness Mantra to wake her up!

The seal changed, and the true qi around the body surged, condensing a gang qi. In the next second, Lei Qiansong exerted all his spiritual power and forcibly appeared in the sky above the Heavenly Sword Gate. Although the afterimage is very illusory, it can still be seen clearly.

Facing Mu Rushuang, there was no emotion in her eyes, and there was black gas behind her, superimposed layer by layer. If it continues, the whole person will be devoured. There may be a glimmer of hope in turning back now, if not......

All the swords and swords turned into pitch black, cold and powerful. The disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, including the Elders, were no match for the Demon Sword Venerable. As long as she has one thought, when ten thousand swords are fired together, it will be the destruction of the Heavenly Sword Gate.

"It's you again, why do you want to spoil my good deeds every time! You put the forgetfulness curse, right? It's because of you that I fell asleep? Why do you care about me? This world is unfair, there is no need to keep it anymore!"

Mu Rushuang was completely demonized, and the qi around him also turned into demonic energy. The most terrifying thing is that dragon scales faintly appear on her cheeks. Stretch out your hands and wave them at will. Boom, boom, boom

Brutal slaughter, because there is a powerful demonic qi on top of the sword qi, so when it passes through the chest, even the blood is coagulated, and the soul is swallowed by the demonic qi and becomes a sacrifice.

Seeing that the enemy was invincible, the disciples could only choose to flee. But the sword qi was like maggots on the tarsal bones, and he had no intention of letting them go at all. It was a massacre, bloody, brutal. Mu Rushuang bent his fingers a little, and the phantom in the air spread.

On the snow, Lei Qiansong spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his vision became blurred. The breath is rapidly declining, and if it continues, it will be a dead end. At this moment, a phantory shadow flew from his body.

"Stinky boy, I already knew that you wouldn't be able to pass this level. If you are not sure, you dare to touch the word love? Alas...... Maybe this is your doomed fate, and the old man can only help you for the last time!"

The phantom shadow of the old man with a dry heart, the illusory hands stretched out, slowly forming mysterious imprints. Lei Qiansong's body was held up by a force, and a mysterious magic circle appeared above it, slowly spinning.

After a while, his remaining consciousness faintly felt that his body seemed to be disassembled, every pore was opened, and there was a refined breath that continued to drill into his body.

There was a crackling sound in the meridians, and it was a process of reorganization. The old man with a dry heart poured all his last bit of strength into Lei Qiansong's body. The next second, he was wrapped in white bones.

Time passed little by little, and I don't know how long it was. I saw that the energy around me quickly condensed, and exploded in the next second. Boom! There was a loud bang, and the aftermath of energy spread out in all directions. Lei Qiansong opened his eyes and spun and landed.

Wearing dry bone armor, he was reborn. The endless power in the meridians told him that he had returned to his peak state at this moment: "Ancestor, thank you, I'm sorry!" The afterimage flashed, and the dry bones appeared, surging into the distance.

The killing of the Heavenly Sword Gate continued, the blood flowed like a river, and there was bloody qi everywhere. There was a black shadow behind Mu Rushuang, that was the phantom of the Demon War Dragon. The killing continues, and so does its devouring blood.

There were not many people left, and a few elders could barely defend themselves. The long sword in his hand had already cracked, and he was struggling to defend: "Could it be that today, my Heavenly Sword Gate is destined to be destroyed in your hands?"

"Hah...... Ha ha...... Who took advantage of my innocence in the first place? Who ruthlessly deceived me in the first place? Is it fun to play with everyone for his own selfish interests? This is retribution!"

Click, click, click, the blade continues to crack, and soon it will be unsupportable. The strongest defensive array of the Heavenly Sword Sect had no effect at all in front of Mu Rushuang. Because she knows too well: "Don't blame me, destroy them all!"

Boom, boom, boom! Behind him appeared again a series of sword blades. In the next second, it was about to be wiped out. But at this time, a powerful aura swept over. The white bones in the sky scattered. Boom!

The aura of the demon sword exploded, and at the last moment, the elders fled in embarrassment. Still in shock, they suddenly found a body like a mountain standing in front of them, who else was not Lei Qiansong?

Dry bone defense, fluctuation and agitation, ordinary people can't get close at all: "Mu Rushuang, now you are being used." With a glance in his eyes, his tone sank: "Actually, you've always been there, just come out!"

With a wave of his hand, a white bone flew out. There was a clear sound, like a broken silk thread. Mu Rushuang's delicate body shook, and the sword qi disappeared instantly. Lei Qiansong's figure flashed and caught it.

A moment later, on top of the tallest building of the Heavenly Sword Gate, a figure slowly appeared. The momentum is powerful, followed by a huge black dragon: "Haha...... I didn't expect that in the end, I would be discovered by you!"

When they saw the comer, everyone was shocked. The elders propped themselves up and said incredulously, "Master...... Aren't you already ......" The afterimage flashed in an instant, close at hand: "You want to say, haven't I been completely sealed?"

"All stand back, he is no longer your leader, but a demon!" Lei Qiansong unleashed a flood of white bones as a defense. Protecting Mu Rushuang, he stared vigilantly at the former head.

"You caused all this, right? You carefully arranged it? In fact, you signed a contract with the Demon War Dragon early in the morning, and it took the initiative to break up its body, using scales as a carrier and your blood as nourishment. ”

It's incredible, what is the existence of the Demon War Dragon? It is the first battle dragon of the Demon Clan. No power is above it. Even the previous Demon Emperor could only reluctantly seal it.

A human cultivator, even a kendo grandmaster, could not be qualified to sign a contract with the Demon War Dragon and be above it. This is a deal with the devil, and sooner or later it will be backfired!

"It turns out... The root of all this, the so-called ontology of the medium, has always been within my Heavenly Sword Sect, it's really sad!" The elders shook their heads helplessly, wondering why, why they had to be so ambitious!

"Huh...... It's incredible, isn't it? I don't understand why, right? I don't want to be used, I want to get out of the control of this seat? In fact, it's always under my control, this is fate, and no one can change it!"