Late at night, the bright moon hung high in the sky, and Hei Yan was a little better, he first looked at the lines of his hands, and said uncertainly: "Senior Sister Jing Yao...... I...... Am I still human?"

"Probably. Jing Yao comforted: "If you have a nose and eyes and can speak, you should be human." ”

Hei Yan smiled bitterly, these don't seem to be the criteria for assessing whether they are human or not, demon cultivators can also transform into shapes, and they can also speak with noses and eyes.

He was a little stunned, and the power in his body made him a little uncomfortable, and he obviously noticed that his current perception was better than before, but was this a good thing or a bad thing?

"Don't ask. Jing Yao opened her eyes: "When you arrive at the Holy Heaven City, find someone to ask." ”

There must be a lot of monks baptized by the six-pointed star array, and if you want to know what your current form is, you can definitely get the answer by asking some people who have come over.

Jing Yao guessed correctly, Li Fan did send a large group of monks into the Moonfall Cliff, and the two monks personally led the team, and when they found Jing Yao and the others, they couldn't help but be shocked by the scene in front of them.

The six monks died a bleak death, as if they had drained all the vital functions in their bodies and were lying on the ground, their shriveled bodies with terrible expressions, and they must have experienced or seen something before they died......

Those two people scoffed at what Yaoguang Banshee did at first, but after witnessing it with their own eyes, they realized how ridiculous it was, the monk of the Merge Realm crushed six crossings?

How is this possible!

But the facts were in front of them, and the two of them were worried for a while, those six Crossing Monks were all huge wherever they were placed...... So if the banshee didn't have to work hard to solve the six catastrophe monks, did it mean that this person also had enough strength to subvert Lang Huantian?

The two didn't dare to stay for a long time, so they arranged their itinerary and returned to Shengtian City immediately......

A soft voice came from outside the car window: "Lord Jing Yao, it has been confirmed that Donghuangquan has changed the sky...... He found a few jade slips on the bodies of the six monks who had crossed the robbery, and two-thirds of the entire East Yellow Spring participated in the attack and killing......"

"Okay, keep staring at the Holy Heavenly City. ”

Some of the guards who followed Jing Yao into Lang Huantian scattered out to inquire about the news, and after learning that Jing Yao was ambushed, they hurried to support.

The battle at the Moonfall Cliff was nearing its end, and after the round, some guards were assigned to continue to inquire for information, and the remaining guards acted as dead soldiers.

After this battle, Jing Yao couldn't believe in Donghuangquan, let alone Li Fan, and his physical discomfort couldn't withstand the second turmoil, but fortunately, the death of the six monks of the robbery became a complete prestige, although the six people were not killed by Jing Yao himself, but the death of the six monks was an indisputable fact.

Jing Yao naturally stuck this hat on her head to deter people with bad intentions, who still wants to do it, it has to be weighed.

"Abandon Huangling and die. ”

"Dead ......" Jing Yao was stunned, this guy was the first monk to encircle and suppress them, Sun Chengbi took the initiative to leave the sniper enemy, Jing Yao didn't think that Sun Chengbi had the strength to resist the abandonment of Huangling, although the Heavenly Burial of the Star was a Confucian taboo supernatural power, but the difference between the two cultivators was too far, and how Sun Chengbi killed and abandoned Huangling was really confusing.

"What about Sun Chengbi?"

"It's coming. ”

Hei Yan said: "Senior Sister Jing Yao, I think it's weird. ”

"It's quirky. Jing Yao hummed and said, "Let's talk about it when people come." ”

Jing Yao didn't forget the agreement with Sun Chengbi, survived Jing Yao to detoxify her, at present, it seems that the detoxification can be slowed down, this person is too scheming, and the means are strong, Jing Yao has no time to deal with it, the disciples of the Sword Sect, the East and West Huangquan, everything is much more important than Sun Chengbi......

Not long after, Sun Chengbi chased after him with a hypocritical smile, approached the car window and said, "Senior Sister Jingyao, for my brother, I will return triumphantly." ”

Jing Yao said lightly: "It's hard work to become a senior brother." ”

"I don't know ......"

"Senior Brother Chengbi, my little sister is a little unwell, is it better to detoxify later?"

Sun Chengbi's face changed, and he forced a smile: "That ......"

Jing Yao interrupted again: "Three or five days is fine." ”

Sun Chengbi: "......"

Jing Yao rarely reversed herself, saying that if she detoxified Sun Chengbi, it would definitely be solved, but the time period was controlled by herself, at least all the disciples of the Sword Sect should be rescued and detoxified...... It was after leaving Lang Huantian, and God knows if Sun Chengbi would turn against him after detoxification.

In terms of scheming and playing tricks, Jing Yao is not afraid of Sun Chengbi, but if she wants to say that she will eat Sun Chengbi to death, Jing Yao will not dare to say that she is nine out of ten.

If you say which city is the deepest in the immortal cultivation world, Qin Chaoran is the first to be recommended, and Sun Chengbi is close behind.

Jing Yao holds Sun Chengbi's lifeline, so she is not afraid that Sun Chengbi will secretly make trouble, but once she releases the person, whether she can get out of Langhuantian alive if she is attacked by the enemy on her back has to be a question mark.

Lang Huan in the middle of the night is quiet and serene, the frost and dew are more cool, the wind blows the mountains and forests, and the shadows of the trees are swaying, but everyone knows that under the quiet appearance, there is a terrifying autumn slaughter.

Sun Chengbi had no choice but to compromise, and when he came to the back of the march, the corners of his mouth couldn't help flashing hideous......

After a while, another guard held a jade slip and presented it to Jing Yao in the carriage.

The divine sense penetrated in, Jing Yao was shocked, Yu Jian burned the death list of the Battle of East Huangquan, and ten of the strong people who crossed the East Huangquan led by the abandonment of Huangling died, six of them died because of Jing Yao, and one was inexplicably hung in Sun Chengbi's hands.

The remaining three Tribulation Cultivators all have the strength to Conquer the Seven Realms, and one of them, Jing Yao, has heard of it, Xiao Yan, the grantor of the Immortal Ghost Realm......

Tribulation monks only appear in legends, and for tens of thousands of years, there have only been Mahayana monks in the immortal cultivation world.

But in the past forty years, the monks have surfaced one by one, making people dizzy, a few have died, and roughly calculated, sixteen monks have died, and the fall of each strong man is directly or indirectly related to Jing Yao.

Subsequently, the names on the list of the dead made Jing Yao a little gloomy, Zhu Mo, Zuo Hill, Shangguan Wuji...... In order to protect themselves and buy time for themselves, these people sleep forever one by one, open the curtains, look at the night sky with stars, and in a trance, there seems to be a meteor shower across the nine skies......

The shocking meteor shower roared down, more thrilling than the starry sky the night before the fall of the Sword Sect forty years ago, dozens of dazzling meteors rushed into the deepest part of the night, followed by large and tiny star stones......

Jing Yao sighed, looked up at the stars, and seemed to see familiar faces in them.

Some people don't actually have to die, they just need to flee with Jing Yao, and there is a great chance of survival, but in order to snipe the enemy, they would rather choose to give up the chance of survival and let Jing Yao escape.

The night wind fluttered, blowing the hair on her forehead, Jing Yao looked at the starry sky in a daze, until the last light disappeared, then the curtains were closed heavily, and there seemed to be a sad willow flute sound in the distance, caught in the wind blowing farther and farther, as if seeing off.