The street suddenly fell silent, and everyone stopped what they were doing and looked in awe at the funeral procession, to be exact, at the cart pulled by two black oxen in front of them, and on the cart was a legal altar.

In the center of the altar, a man in a white robe and a blue-faced fanged mask danced with a wooden sword, dancing in a strange manner, a bit like a mortal dancing god, but this strange movement was made by him, adding to the mystery and antiquity, like some kind of solemn ritual.

The ox cart passed in front of the inn, Zhan Changfeng heard the words in his mouth, the unique sound rhyme was like the chanting of the other side, she felt it carefully, and felt that the soul of the earth had a sense of being pulled, and it would be suppressed, and the divine consciousness would look at the ghost-faced man, and he would leave with a touch, and the ox cart drove slowly past, followed by nine dragon-headed horses pulling a black bronze coffin.

This mysterious and gorgeous bronze coffin attracted everyone's attention, and after a long time, they felt dizzy, and they couldn't help but be shocked, and they all guessed who was inside.

It is a very high honor to be able to get the Ghost Fang Clan's superordinate, which family is so lucky?

Zhan Changfeng was dragged by the big fat doll, just lowered his head and wanted to ask her what she was doing, her heart palpitated, the overwhelming sword power was pressed, she picked up the big fat doll and teleported a few miles and fell on the roof of the high-rise building, when it was, a sword light fell from the sky, as if the city was broken into two halves, and the bottomless crack was in the middle of the city, and half of the inn was gone!

The black bull's hooves stopped in front of the cracks, and his eyes turned red, irritable and cold.

The ghost-faced man looked into the air, it was a young man with a sword, with a thoughtful face, like a sharp sword out of its sheath.

"Whoever stands in the way of Huangquan will die. "The empty voice of the ghost-faced man seemed to be through the fog.

"Isn't it good to live in the Yellow Spring. This person was awe-inspiring, "Nine extremes belong to one sect Yan is a mountain, I have heard that the ghost fang's predecessors have superb swordsmanship, and I have come to ask for advice!"

The sudden change stunned everyone, and before they could figure out what was going on, they were shocked by him again.

"Why is the disciple of the upper sect here?"

"The Ghost Fang Clan has offended the Holy Land?"

"It's actually Yan Weishan, that's the genius of the Sword Sect, and the fighting sword is also famous. ”

"Young people are so ignorant of what to do, they have come to challenge the realm of life and death. ”

"God, he's holding a divine sword in his hand, right?!"

The shock in Zhan Changfeng's heart was even greater, the sword power that he had only seen once but was familiar with was exactly what the person who destroyed the Good Medicine Mountain used back then!

One of the two Venerables of the Lizang Yunjian is the Heaven-Covering Sword Venerable, and he is the quasi-saint of the Nine Extremes and One Sect. Did he break the seal himself, or did the Nine Extremes Guiyi Sect think that the suppression period of the two emperors' generals has expired, and deliberately unseal it?

The situation in the Tibetan Cloud Stream, how much is being promoted by the Nine Extremes to One Sect.

Zhan Changfeng's thoughts surged, she had been busy preventing the suppression from being broken, the princes were busy looking for the wheel of luck, and secretly there was a force using the wheel of luck to find a place for suppression, but she ignored it, what if all this was just a chase on a chessboard?

In the end, who is falling, who is a pawn, and what kind of ending do they want?

Her heart was slightly cold, whether it was the Nine Extremes Returning to One Sect, the princes, or the forces in the shadows, it seemed that the unraveling and suppression had become a general trend, which meant that her arrangement in Shenzhou would sooner or later collapse completely, and her fortune would also be divided.

Yan Weishan held a divine sword named Shocking Salamander and fought with the ghost-faced man to change the color of the world, and the air seemed to be covered with tight strings, and it was a violent storm at every turn.

The big fat doll felt that the aura around him was more dangerous, like thunder and dragon roaring, and heaven and earth also launched a killing machine.

She looked up at the cold jade jaw, and found that she was smiling, indifferent and noble, "Zhan." ”

The big fat doll called her name so worriedly for the first time, her voice was low and soft, revealing a trace of indescribable coolness, "I thought I could just be myself, but it turned out that I couldn't help myself at all, but it seemed that my indisputability was a little ridiculous." ”

She didn't want the power of Shenzhou, she didn't want to occupy the Council of Elders, and even when she saw that Hua Jian Ci intended to promote her to the high position of Yang Jiecheng, she resigned the next day, she was like a simple and stubborn child, drawing her own territory wholeheartedly, but she didn't want to, others could destroy it at will.

For the first time, the multiple-choice question of whether to grow with her ideals or to complete them after growing up was so clearly placed in front of her.

The ghost-faced man pulled out a soul sword out of thin air, "Soul, go!"

The majestic soul power made Zhan Changfeng re-watch the battle between the two, and the power of Yan Weishan's divine sword collapsed under the soul attack, and he was knocked out, and there was no movement after smashing through several house walls.

The ghost-faced man reached out with both hands and grabbed Yan Weishan, who was dying, as if his next breath would tear him apart the sacrificial flag.

"The ghost fang's predecessors are merciful. "A person's sword is instantaneous, the posture of a girl, the slender waist is as straight as a sword, the expression is quite cold, saying that his subordinates are merciful, but he doesn't look at Yan Weishan, "Sword Sect Chu Yun, please spare his life." ”

"I usually ask for advice, I don't care, but today, he has broken my Huangquan Road, and only blood sacrifice atonements. "The ghost-faced man was empty, and he couldn't hear the voice of joy and anger, with the power to hit the heart.

Chu Yun's body was surrounded by sword energy, which invisibly resolved his difficulties, lowered his eyes and untied the sword belt on his body, and presented the things he was carrying, "Exchange this sword for it." ”

A cold glow bloomed in the ghost-faced man's eyes, and the tightly wrapped thing fell into his hand, and he opened a corner, and the divine power of Hao Hao Tang Tang made him breathe, "The Huangquan Holy Sword is originally the thing of my sect, you can help find it, this matter will end here, go away, don't delay my extradition." ”

Chu Yun caught Yan Weishan who was thrown away, said "farewell", and as if he came, the sword disappeared in an instant.

Zhan Changfeng saw the ghost-faced man's action of summoning the soul sword, and remembered Nuying, and the two techniques were extremely similar.

The Ghost Fang Clan, has something to do with the Huangquan Sect?

The mourning music sounded again, and a misty bridge appeared on the huge crack cut out by the sword, and the two black bulls snorted a few times, pulling the altar and stepping on the bridge steadily, and the nine-headed dragon horse dragged the bronze coffin, unhurriedly following.

The line faded across the long street.

Zhan Changfeng's heart fluttered, feeling that he had lost something, and subconsciously chased after the funeral procession, but he chased it for more than ten miles without seeing any trace of it, as if it had never existed.

Zhan Changfeng looked for its source again, and further west and farther west, the fog blocked in front of him.

She walked into the thick mist of yin qi, a moment is very long, a day is very short, and the measurement of time seems to have lost its meaning, as if stepping into eternity.

She searched all over the fog and didn't see Zephyr City, only a stone tablet with the inscription: Zephyr.

"There is a wind coming from the west, ethereal and I don't know where to go, there is a wind coming from the west, this situation is helpless. ”

There was a figure in the fog, like a phantom.

Zhan Changfeng said calmly, "You gave me the Nine Turns to Life Recipe?"

"Yes. The man said slowly, "It's a pity that you are burdened with the cause and effect of the Yang World, and I wanted to cut it off for you, but I couldn't cut it all the time, and I could only wait for you to die and then enter my sect." ”

She was three years old when she was killed, how big could the cause and effect be?

Contacting the elder of the long beard, the protector of the Dao Divine General, and the Nine Extremes Returning to One Sect, can only explain that she has great cause and effect with the Nine Extremes Returning to One Sect.

There is also this Huangquan Sect, which is actually the Earth Soul Sect, and only the dead can enter, that female Ying.....

Zhan Changfeng pulled back his thoughts, staring at Zifu with his empty eyes, his voice soaked in a rare suppressed slight tremor, "I don't care who you are, and what you want to do, I just want to know what you took from me!"

"Me?" said the man, "I'm just taking your place with me." ”

Zhan Changfeng couldn't restrain himself from slashing out with a sword, and the magnificent sword qi tore through the fog, "Presumptuous!"

In that bronze coffin is Yi Changsheng!