"You don't know me?" Shen Yan's tone was slightly surprised.

"Oh?" Dongfang Huan's face was cold, his brows frowned slightly, and he looked at the purple-clothed Shen Yan in front of him, "Why do I have to know you?"

Under the face of the Supreme Ghost God, naturally no one could see Shen Yan's expression, but at this time, Shen Yan was indeed stunned, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

She knew that the black gauze girl was not faking, but really didn't remember herself at all.

"You drank the Netherworld Lethe River water and were reborn?" Shen Yan's voice was slightly deep. Shen Yan is carrying the ghost technique "Tears of Lethe River" passed on by her mother's ghost daughter Meng Ruyan, of course she understands Dongfang Huan's situation at this time.

"Hehe!" Dongfang Huanjiao laughed twice, and looked at Shen Yan very puzzled, "Ghost Venerable Descendant, you have a lot of nonsense! Today, we are here to destroy the Northern Han Sect." The woman in purple just now wants to kill my brother. I'll kill her, and since you're here, I'll kill you first!"

Shen Yan did not refute. Because, at this moment, her mood is slightly complicated.

Why? The black gauze girl must drink the water of the Netherworld Forgotten River. What is it that requires her to completely forget about jì a qiē?

Actually, Shen Yan has the answer in his heart. Regarding the various things about the black gauze girl, Shen Yan naturally already knew.

"Forget jì a qiē, there will really be no pain!" Shen Yan, in Dongfang Huan's eyes, saw that it was all vendetta in front of him, and there was no resentment in the two worlds.

In Shen Yan's view, it was a kind of sorrow! If so, Shen Yanning would die in pain and not live in oblivion.

"Still, it's okay!" Shen Yan. I sighed in my heart.

Each has its own happiness, each has its own sorrow, and each has its own fate. Come to think of it. Shen Yan was relieved, and his heart naturally became cold.

"Kill me?" Shen Yan smiled coldly, "No matter who you are, you are actually my defeated general, how dare you speak up?"

Dongfang Huan sneered.

The water of the Netherworld Lethe River is far better than the tears of the Lethe River. Dongfang Huan. Never doubt one's own qiē. That's like people now, who don't believe in their past lives.

If, who will tell you. How can you believe what your past life was? You can only think that he is crazy. At this time, Dongfang Huan thought that Shen Yan wanted to disturb her mind.

Today's Dongfang Huan. The most trusted people. It's her brother. On the night of awakening, endless power surged in. Dongfang Huan was once frightened, once frightened, and once at a loss.

However, Dongfang Muxiu has always been by her side.

Dongfang Huan, believe in my brother's words. Oriental Family. They are all servants of the Netherworld. They will obey the Lord for the rest of their lives.

And she. is the heir of the mantle of Hades.

The Underworld, came to this world to fulfill the long-cherished wish of the Hades Venerable to unify the Three Realms. Her power can destroy a lot, but it can protect her people.

The reborn Dongfang Huan is pure and simple.

She hardly thinks about the reason, and she has her brother to think about it. She does it, and that's it.

In fact, Dongfang Muxiu did not deceive Dongfang Huan, but he did not mention Dongfang Huan's previous life at all. No one knows the black gauze girl better than Dongfang Muxiu.

A qiē, passed away. Forget jì, it is the best result for the black gauze girl.

"Girl, hold her back. The heirs of the sea are probably about to arrive!" Dongfang Muxiu, when he saw Shen Yan, he had already speculated that Amu would arrive soon.

Cooperate with the devil and drag Amu. This is the mission of Oriental Muxiu.

"Okay!" Dongfang Huan nodded and didn't say anything more.

At this time, Shen Yan held the spear, and her thoughts were diametrically opposite to Dongfang Huan's.

On the Holy Mountain of the Three Realms, Amu repaired the demon coffin, but it was at least two days away. Although the current battle situation is in the northern cold, Shen Yan understands that the spearhead is set to Amu.

Shen Yan hopes that he can solve a qiē as soon as possible. That way, there is no need to be distracted by Amu.

"Everyone, disperse!" Shen Yan snorted.

Because, she knew, she and the black gauze girl did it. The combat power is definitely comparable to the original immortal duel.

The entire Northern Han Sect can't be saved. However, at this time, who can care about this?

Whew――

Shen Yan didn't hesitate anymore and took the lead. The Shura spear, with a clear black glow, turned into a black line and went straight to Dongfang Huan to stab.

Venerable Divine Soldier!

Dongfang Huan snorted coldly. At the same time, as soon as his mind moved, the Netherworld Reincarnation Bead directly greeted him. Two people, as soon as they make a move, it is a duel between the Venerable Divine Soldiers.

The two divine weapons have the power to roll the void.

Boom-boom-boom

Venerable Divine Soldiers, crashing together. That sound was truly earth-shattering. The whole void was shattered. That is even equivalent to an indirect confrontation between His Holiness.

Sea Desolate Monk, when did you see such a big battle? Although, before Shen Yan, everyone had already dispersed, but the aftermath of the immortal power within hundreds of years could also kill many monks in an instant.

It's just that the screams are completely muffled. The body of the monk, directly atomized.

Just this time, half of the peaks of the Northern Han Sect had been razed to the ground and disappeared.

Standing in the distance, I couldn't help but sigh. In the battle tonight, no matter whether he wins or loses, he understands that the mountain gate of the Northern Han Sect will no longer exist.

Ten thousand years of the Northern Cold Mountain Gate will be reduced to nothingness.

However, as long as the monks of the Northern Han Sect are still alive. Then, the inheritance of the Northern Han Sect is unbroken. After the Battle of the Northern Cold, no matter what the result is, the entire sea wilderness will have to be reshuffled.

The sea famine will no longer be the sea famine of the past.

At this time, Shen Yan and Dongfang Huan were in the right direction. Actually, it's evenly divided.

"Black gauze girl, this is not what it used to be!" Shen Yan said secretly in his heart. It seems that the Immortal Venerable has given Dongfang Huan great strength. However, Shen Yan is naturally not afraid.

Dongfang Huan was even more shocked in his heart. The heir of the ghost is a strange existence for her, but it is really extraordinary.

In a hurry, the two of them were sealed almost at the same time.

Up and down Shen Yanzhou's body, endless black light rose.

On the face of the Supreme Ghost God, the ghost face, began to grin, smirk hideously, and salivate.

And the monks who have seen Shen Yan's move know it. The face of the Supreme Ghost God changed, and it must be the prelude to the Immortal Ghost Sect Sect Master and the Ghost Venerable Descendant's Murderous Machine.

And Dongfang Huan, dressed in blue, surrounded by ribbons. It looks like the fairy is endless, charming, fresh and moving.

However, at this moment, Dongfang Huan's eyes completely turned into pitch black, and it seemed that endless black light was staring in his eyes. The blue ribbon has a faint black and gray color.

That is, the purest netherworld aura.

Within the Three Realms, the duel between the descendants of the two venerable ones. Two strange women, each with their own style. Thousands of years later, the monks of the Sea Desolation will talk about this amazing duel.

At this time, the Shura spear, the Netherworld Reincarnation Bead, had already flown into the air. Venerable Divine Soldier, at this moment, is completely in touch with his master, fighting alone.

Two divine weapons, like two dragons, are thousands of feet high in the sky, thunderbolts and lightning, and thunder rolling.

Thrilling!

This night in the entire Northern Wilderness, no matter where the sea wilderness is, whether you are an immortal, you will feel the night like the wrath of the sky.

Even, countless sea desolations and ordinary people began to kneel and pray to the heavens.

Shen Yan and Dongfang Huan shot at the same time.

A purple shadow, a blue light. Like, two bizarre rainbows, across the sky.

Under the sky, it is absolutely amazing!

Boom-boom-boom

Everyone present and watching the battle could hardly see the spells of the two people clearly.

Within hundreds of miles, the characters who can stand still, except for Dongfang Muxiu, Han Qianli, and Liruo, all have exotic treasure amulets, and the rest are all immortal-level.

Blood Soul Guard, Lu Cun Xingjun, a few armor and black clothes, that's all. Otherwise, I can't stand that kind of impact at all.

At this time, the battle power below the Heavenly Immortal basically lost its meaning. They are all preparing for a while, cleaning up the battlefield. However, no matter which side wins, the other side will definitely be ruined.

There is no doubt about that.

Therefore, even if they couldn't see clearly, all the monks were nervously watching.

Many magic weapons, all kinds of streamers, endless confusion.

At this time, Shen Yan and Dongfang Huan are not only cultivated, but also have heritage. However, the Upper Evil and the Underworld, thousands of years ago, were the pinnacles of the Three Realms.

Perhaps, the Hades Venerable is better, but that kind of difference, put on the heirs, has long since dissolved.

This big war.

Finally, let the Netherworld Immortal Venerable gently open his eyes once. Although, he shook his head again and closed it gently, but it was enough to explain a qiē.

In the Purple Secluded City, Yue Shuai Yunxuan has been staring at the ancient map of the sea wilderness.

The location of the Northern Han Sect is murderous. However, Yue Shuai Yunxuan could also see that an even more powerful force was moving north.

That's it, the ancient dragon saliva and the demon son Murong. (To be continued......)