The mountain is not high, and there is a fairy name.

The water is not deep, and if there is a dragon, it will be spiritual.

Dangyang Mountain, not included in the list of famous mountains and rivers, in the Central Plains Chinese nationality nameless, and only in the local area is slightly famous, but at this moment, this mountain is famous all over the world, and the monks of the world know everyone knows it.

This place is the place where the head of Qingyun is about to fight beasts and demons.

On the third day of August, when the sun is on the top, a battle of life and death!

Now it has entered the midsummer of July, and the period of August is approaching, Dangyang Mountain has changed its former calm, and now many monks are entrenched in Dangyang Mountain.

cough cough cough !!!!!!!

The sound of continuous coughing sounded, and the poisonous god turned pale, and he held a handkerchief as white as snow in his right hand, gently covering his mouth.

After a long time, he took off the handkerchief, the white handkerchief was already dotted with a little blood, and he put away the handkerchief very calmly, and his scattered hair kept swaying in the wind.

His eyes were dull, no longer as sharp as before, his body seemed to have been drained of qi and blood, his waist could not be straightened, and he was holding a cyan wooden staff in his left hand.

The dim sky shone brightly, and a silver-white dragon flashed away with its teeth and claws.

Immediately, a roar rang out.

Whoa!!!!!!!

The rain grew from small to heavy, and soon the heavens and the earth became gray, and the sound of the rain was everywhere, shrouding the towering mountains in a cloud of mist, which seemed hazy and mysterious.

The poison god let the rain fall, his flowing hair became wet, the rain slowly dripped from his forehead along the bridge of his nose, but his loose brocade robe was not half wet, and the rain was evaporated when it fell.

"Dangyang Mountain is not a place to rush, but this place is close to the place where beasts and demons are raging, Yang Qifeng chose this place to fight a decisive battle, and he also has the common people in his heart in mind, which makes people admire in his heart. ”

"But the elder brother came to be Yangshan and didn't tell the elder brother," the deep voice sounded, the ghost king dragon walked in a tiger stride, he stood beside the poison god, the rain automatically broke and separated, and no drop of rain fell.

"Qingyun Yang Qifeng and the beast demon have a decisive battle, how can the old man miss it," the poison god's tone was full of hatred, and his eyes stared at the rain-drenched Dangyang Mountain in front of him.

"Yang Qifeng is Ziwei Linfan, we have seen it nine years ago, and the four of us are not sure to deal with it together, we are really the first person in the world,"

"If there is anyone in the world who can deal with beast demons, then it must be Yang Qifeng,"

"What the elder brother said is right, when Qingyun fought that day, I will forget it, I know that my strength is low, but my brother and Brother Yuyangzi are both great masters of my Holy Sect, even if they fight with Dao Xuan, they will not be defeated, but in the face of Yang Qifeng, there is no chance of winning at all. ”

"At that time, Yang Qifeng was only fourteen years old, and now nine years have passed, I believe that his strength will go further, and no one in the world is no longer his opponent,"

"My Holy Sect has repeatedly attacked the Quartet, constantly destroying all factions, and it is not to accumulate strength with the intention of self-preservation,"

The ghost king's tone was solemn, he thought of the brilliant star scene in the first battle of Qingyun, and asked the four of them to join forces, so he could barely offset it, and his face couldn't help but look ugly.

"The birth of the beast demon this time is a good thing for my Holy Sect, Yang Qifeng is already very difficult to treat, and the birth of the beast demon and him are defeated, it is really the blessing of my Holy Sect," a soft voice sounded, and the three wonderful fairy lotus steps moved, and she walked slowly.

Her expression was cold, and her temperament was holy, like a fairy above the nine heavens.

She looked at the poison god with beautiful eyes, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart, where did the poison god in front of her have the scenery she saw last time, her eyes were more cloudy, and she no longer had the shrewdness she had at the beginning, and the defeated qi and blood told the world that he was dying soon.

The sect was destroyed, the disciples died tragically, and only their own bodies survived, such a blow was undoubtedly fatal, and it had drained the spirit of the poison god.

The old-timers of the Holy Sect who made her jealous in the past are no longer a threat now, and there is nothing more impermanence in the world.

It's no wonder that the ghost king, who has always regarded the poison god as a great enemy, has not only not persecuted him, but has treated the poison god with courtesy, just because the poison god no longer has any threat.

"The righteous path is all hypocrites, and they have always acted hypocritically, but they also have a good point, that is, when they encounter this world-destroying disaster, they must be the first to stand up,"

Yuyangzi's sideburns are snow-white, he has been under great pressure in the past few years, and Qingyun has suffered serious losses in the First Battle of Changshengtang.

The four factions of the Demon Gate have now gathered again, no, it should be said that there are three factions.

"Otherwise, it is hypocrisy and hypocrisy, how dare you claim to be righteous again,"

"The beast demon is here!" the words of the poisonous god's hatred sounded, he was high-spirited when he was young, he was the best in the door, and the middle-aged man was in charge of a faction that was rampant and regarded the world as a mustard.

A hundred years ago, the Holy Sect attacked Qingyun, and it was under his auspices.

In this battle, he lost.

He is the only one in charge of the four sects of the Holy Sect who has survived, and since then he has changed his nature and is no longer fighting for the lead, but this is not that he has lost his sharpness, but he knows that he can only plan and act, just like the poisonous snake, before he attacks, he will hide his traces.

Hiding in the shadows, it will only launch an attack when people are unprepared, and a fatal blow will be launched.

It is impossible to prevent it, which is why he has a reputation for being frightened by poisonous snakes, but in front of him, he knows that he has run out of oil, and what supports him to live is to watch the beast and demon in front of him die.

In the distance, the sky was dark and oppressive, although the drizzle was hazy and blocked the view, but who was not the most famous person in the world could not be disturbed by this.

A low roar came from all directions, and more and more strange beasts from southern Xinjiang appeared and gathered, and some monsters continued to roar towards the sky.

There were also six or seven demon beasts with huge bodies in the herd, far surpassing the ordinary beasts around them, and they were standing in the middle of the herd and turned their heads and roared, and the surrounding beast demons seemed to be particularly afraid of them.

The herd of beasts is like the water of the Yangtze River, sweeping over, they occupy the field of vision in front of them, densely packed with all kinds of beasts.

There is a look of horror in all of them, even if they are all a generation of heroes, but this group of beasts that stretches to the sky can't see the edge at all, how can they not be afraid.

This is not an ordinary beast, no matter how much it is, there is no threat to them, this group of beasts has mutated, they all know simple spells, and with the barbarians of the 100,000 mountains in southern Xinjiang, the power exerted is not as simple as 1+1.

It was the deepest part of the beast demon group, among the strange beasts under the black pressure, under the lightning light in the sky, a tarpaulin umbrella was suddenly revealed, and a few peach blossoms were painted on the surface of the cyan umbrella, gently fluttering in the wind and rain.

An additional wooden rod was tied to the handle of the umbrella, lengthened and inserted between a rock, and under the umbrella sat a young man dressed in a splendid silk robe, holding a jug and a glass, pouring himself a drink.

He put down the wine glass in his hand, stared at Dangyang Mountain, and said in a deep voice:

"Where is Yang Qifeng?" ()

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