The purple mist is constantly eroding the white mang. Nature

The red jade sword qi was intertwined with this white mang, barely blocking the purple mist grid.

Xiaojiao, standing on Yan Feng's shoulder, couldn't stop screaming.

And the harsh wind at this moment... But he didn't take into account the purple mist outside his body.

In his ear, there was a voice.

A familiar voice!

"Father. ”

Muttering to himself, Yan Feng could hardly believe the appearance of this voice.

"Recall your sword spirit. ”

In just one word, the voice is gone.

Yan Feng suddenly looked at the Sky Cry Sword in his hand, with doubts in his eyes.

Sword Spirit... At this time, the Sky Crying Sword is not spiritual?

No way... If there is no spirit, how can you sense each other with yourself again and again.

There was a sense of contemplation between Yan Feng's eyebrows, and this purple mist had already eroded three zhang again, and then inside... It is able to break through everything and pour directly into Yan Feng's body!

Luo Tianyu, the central place.

There is an extremely magnificent palace, and this palace is suspended in this chaos, with one milky white qi after another, echoing around this palace.

In this magnificent palace, there is one, and the whole hall is extremely empty.

There was a man who was crossed on his knees in the center of the great hall.

Now... Slowly opened his eyes.

This person is the same god domain in the Three Realms before, Huo Yu!

At this moment, there was a slight look of surprise in Huo Yu's eyes.

Hands, slightly in front of you.

Suddenly, the entire hall, like the surface of the water, had ripples spread out, and a circle... Another lap.

With the vibration of the ripples, the scene around this area has also changed.

A heaven and earth, green grass and flowers.

Over here... It's a peach orchard.

In the center of this peach orchard, there is a woman leaning under the tree, and the scattered peach blossoms are dancing one after another, floating on the woman.

This woman is Yan Yuyan, and at this moment, on Yan Yuyan's body, there is a red jade light.

"I see..."

Huo Yu looked at the abnormal changes on Yan Yuyan's body at this moment and muttered to himself.

"It turns out... You're not his sister, you're a sword spirit. ”

But as soon as he said this, it changed again.

A wry smile appeared at the corner of Huo Yu's mouth.

"More precisely, you're his sister, but then... Became a sword spirit. ”

Shaking his head and sighing, Huo Yu turned around.

"6 presses... Are they the two kids you picked up from the chaos? ”

As Huo Yu turned to leave, the peach orchard behind him began to shatter inch by inch, and the original peach blossoms withered and dispersed, and this extremely small world turned into annihilation and dissipated.

When Huo Yu returned to the main hall again, the peach forest had completely disappeared.

And the severe rain and smoke inside turned into a red jade light, and I don't know where to go.

Huo Yu crossed his knees in the center of this hall, but in his ears, there were bursts of bells.

"Luo Tianzhong... It seems that the hall master has finally decided to make a move. ”

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Huo Yu slowly stood up.

At the same time, in his eyes, a touch of murderous intent appeared!

On his body, there was a fire, faintly burning.

Yue Li...!

The Red Feather Clan, where Huo Yu is located, has always been extremely incompatible with the Yue Li Clan.

And in the Luo Heaven Domain, from the main interface of the Red Feather Clan to the halfway point of the Water Sealing Realm.

There is a huge tripod.

If you want to say that the square circle of this tripod, I am afraid that there can be a water seal boundary!

At this moment, from this ding, there is a constant roaring sound.

Outside the tripod, one after another fine cracks appeared on this tripod!

Dingzhong is a piece of the world.

A world of complete darkness.

Here, there are thousands of people!

Thousands... Ancient God of the Three Realms!

One of them... If Yan Feng sees it, he will definitely be familiar with it.

Is that... His father!

Ancestral God 6 Press!

6 pressed a green robe, standing with his hands in his hands at this moment, in front of him, countless green swords, sleepless roared out to a place.

And beside him, there is a woman in a colorful dress, and the woman's appearance is the best in the world.

A snake's tail swaying behind him... Long fluttering.

With a wave of his hand, there is a colorful glow, which contains the meaning of destroying the world and destroying the earth, but it is full of rich vitality.

For the first time, destruction and life are so perfectly combined.

This woman... It's the ancestral goddess Nuwa!

In addition to 6 pressure and Nuwa, there are two others, who are also at the forefront.

A huge black dragon that could not be seen as far as the eye could see, and with every roar, there was an endless and furious black thunder and lightning coming out of its mouth and landing on this ding, stirring up a surging bombardment.

Every time it falls, there will be more cracks outside the tripod.

Ancestral God, Ancestral Dragon!

There is another person, dressed in black and white robes, the first person after the founding Yuan Ling, the ancestral god Hongjun!

And after the four ancestral gods, there are many well-known ancient gods!

Qingdi Fuxi, Yandi Shennong.

Yellow Emperor, Zhuan Xuan, Emperor Jun, Yao, Shun.

The god of fire is Zhu Rong, the god of water works together, the god of thunder Xuanming, and the goddess of Jiuhe.

And then there are many true gods!

6 Wu, Yingzhao, Lizhu, Jinjia God, Feng Bo Yushi, Chi Songzi, Li Mu, God Emperor, Fenghou, Ying Long, Lu, Kuafu, Hercules Kua'e, Da Ting, Wulong... Wait!

Everyone is doing everything and wants to blow up this tripod!

"6 pressure, can that still hold up?"

Nuwa, at this moment, is also frowning, one after another colorful power bombarded out, every time it came out, there would be a roar in this ding.

He turned his head to look at 6 pressures and said in a loud voice.

6 pressure, his brows were also furrowed, and the sound of Fang Cai was also sent out with great effort.

"I don't know. ”

The ancient gods, tens of thousands of years ago, fell for the plan of the oracle and left the Three Realms, but now... There's no going back.

The ancient gods in chaos have always survived through a small realm of the Red Feather Clan.

But all the time... These ancient gods are all thinking about returning to the Three Realms!

However, it can't be done, and the resignation has lived too long and too long.

The seal he placed, not to mention the four ancestral gods of the Three Realms, is the Lord of the Luo Heavenly Palace, and it is impossible without spending a certain price.

And the Lord of Luo Tiandian naturally wouldn't do such a thankless task.

Not long ago, when the gods sensed that the seal of the Three Realms was beginning to loosen, they did not hesitate in the slightest.

All the gods set off and went to the Three Realms without stopping.

But on the way to the Three Realms of the ancient gods, such a tripod suddenly appeared, and this tripod came extremely suddenly!

The ancient gods are all shrouded in it, and none of them fall!

It's clear ... This has been placed a long time ago.

Just to delay the ancient gods!

In the purple mist, Yan Feng exhausted everything in his mind, and he wanted to sound... The sword spirit of the Sky Weeping Sword.

"Sword Spirit..."

Yan Feng looked at the sword in his hand, and the Sky Cry Sword made a slight sword sound, as if it was echoing Yan Feng.

Clearly... There is a spirit in the sword.

Why did my father say that the sword spirit was not there!

Yan Feng frowned... The more wrinkled, the tighter it gets!

At this moment, there was a red light, cutting through the chaos and galloping.

In an instant, pierce through this purple mist!

(End of chapter)