"Oops!"

Hearing a loud scream, Emperor Qingwu, who was caught off guard, only had time to twist his body, and the strong light from the beast's mouth flew past her body. A large piece of flesh and blood flew up on her chest, and at least thirty or forty catties of fat were torn apart, shooting out with that bright light.

A strange sound came, but in the strong light was a crossbow arrow in the shape of a one-horned dragon, the arrow was three feet long, the thickness of an ordinary person's wrist, the crossbow arrow was full of whale claws, each piece of scale armor was raised high like a shark's teeth, and a small charm was carved on it, so sharp that even a steel plate could easily scrape a big hole.

The skin and flesh of Emperor Qingwu's upper body were torn away by crossbow arrows, revealing the white and miserable bones inside, and under the thin flesh membrane between the ribs, the wriggling internal organs were exposed. Blood spurted out like spring water, and Emperor Qingwu already had the cultivation of the Void Realm, and his physical body was also first-class strong, but his eyes were also black in pain, and his body twitched.

Gu Xichen's eyes were sharp, and he saw at a glance that after the temple-shaped heavy crossbow machine in the pack beast shot this arrow, there were hundreds of inlaid fist-sized spirit stones on the crossbow machine that shattered at the same time, turning into dust and scattering. Those big men who operated the crossbow machine were busy inlaying spirit stones on the crossbow machine, and quickly put another crossbow arrow on the crossbow machine.

Emperor Qingwu howled in pain, her fat and thick arms shook, her fat flesh rolled for a while, and several piercing beast roars suddenly came from her body. A black sword rushed out of her body, and Emperor Qingwu suddenly turned into a black light and shot straight at the pack beast.

The palm of her hand flipped over and rolled up, and a giant wind-breaking machete with a length of eight feet appeared in Emperor Qingwu's hand out of thin air.

The blue-black sword light was fishy, obviously containing the poison of Qimen, and the sword light was still a long way away from the pack beast, and the pack beast had already wailed and retreated sharply. The beast retreated so violently that the monk on the beast's back and the leader of the caravan were so unsettling that many people fell, and some almost fell off the beast.

The sword light was fierce, and it was a knife from the master of the Void Realm who was Emperor Qingwu, and the leaders of more than a dozen caravans on the back of the pack beast were swept by the sword light, and on the spot, they turned into a cloud of minced flesh and plasma in the knife light that rolled up like a waterfall. There were also three or five monks who couldn't dodge, and even the flying sword didn't have time to resist it, and they were also cut down by Emperor Qingwu with a knife, and the waist was cut into two pieces.

Yang Yuansheng and the others shouted in unison, 'Your Majesty is mighty, and Emperor Qingwu, who is holding a knife and slashing, laughed fiercely, and suddenly opened his big mouth and spewed out a viscous black mist like inky black and stinking black towards the beast of pack. The black mist, which was as spiritual as a living creature, rolled and covered the entire pack beast, and in the blink of an eye, the pack beast let out an earth-shattering howl, and its huge body quickly dried up.

The monk behind the beast exclaimed in surprise, and hurriedly flew up with several of the most important caravan leaders, but Emperor Qingwu came quickly, and the corrosive power of the black mist was too strong, at least half of the monks had already been stained with a trace of black mist, but they just flew up less than ten zhang high, and they fell to the ground with a weak groan, and after a few convulsions, they were poisoned into a ball of blood.

Emperor Qingwu threw out the long knife in his hand, turning into a dozen miserable green and fishy sword lights and slashing towards those monks. She reached out and pulled out a handful from her waist, and pulled out a boxy crossbow machine that looked like a small coffin. One end of the crossbow machine was densely packed with holes the thickness of a hair, and Emperor Qingwu casually pressed it on the crossbow machine, and he heard a loud noise, and a dazzling green light erupted from the crossbow machine.

In the light, there were at least ten thousand cold rays of light thinner than a hair, and those monks and caravan leaders who flew up with the sword suddenly exclaimed, and all of them spurted out a little blood at the same time, and their bodies were shot like a sieve by the cold light.

What was shot out of this crossbow machine was a long needle of cow hair that was one foot three inches long, and the needle was also quenched with severe poison, those monks were okay, they hung with a breath of true qi, and barely convulsed a few times and howled a few times before losing their breath, and the leaders of those caravans were not helpful, just being pierced into the body by the long needle, and the body quickly erosed, but with a flick of the fingers, it rotted into a pool of pus and blood.

More than a dozen miserable green sword lights swept by, and those who were still struggling and convulsing Jing Monk howled in unison and were cut into two pieces, and then quickly turned into pus and blood seeped into the sand. Emperor Qingwu laughed wildly and recalled the sword light, and slashed at the pack beast that was writhing and struggling in the black mist with his backhand.

As soon as the knife fell, the beast's head the size of a hundred zhang spurted out with a bloody light, and the black mist quickly drilled into the beast's wound, and in three or two strokes, it corroded into a pile of dry bones. The big men operating the crossbow machines in the mouth of the pack beast howled miserably and were stuck to their bodies by the black mist, and they struggled for a while, and they also quickly festered in the black mist.

The members of the caravan in the rear let out a terrified and desperate howl, and many of them blindly instigated the beasts of burden to flee in all directions. But where could Emperor Qingwu, who had been hit hard in the chest, allow them to escape? She flew into the air, grinning and grabbing the ground, and suddenly the yellow sand within a radius of more than ten miles swelled at the same time, and suddenly turned into a huge black skeleton that was a few miles tall.

The terrifying skull made of sand spewed out a large amount of black smoke from its seven orifices, and the foul-smelling black gas billowed and dispersed, and the yellow sand turned into ink everywhere it passed. Whether it was a beast of burden, a human, or other poisonous insects and snakes and scorpions in the desert, they only struggled and twitched a few times when they encountered this black smoke, and their flesh and skin were rotten into blood, leaving only black dry bones.

Emperor Qingwu laughed wildly, laughing and laughing, she suddenly coughed violently. She looked at the monks of the Jindan period of the female Gongguo who were dead and wounded on the ground around her, and wanted to cry without tears for a while. The basic cultivators of the Nugong Kingdom were almost wiped out in today's battle, although there were still hundreds of cultivators above the Yuan Infant Stage, but what could they do with these hundreds of people?

How could the land of Nu Gong Guo be managed well by relying only on hundreds of monks above the Yuan Infant Stage? Not to mention anything else, without the sitting and inspection of the monks of the Jindan period, just the invasion of the Ten Female Tyrant Clans and some other barbarian races was enough for Nu Gongguo to drink a pot.

Yang Tian laughed wildly three times, and suddenly cried three times, Emperor Qingwu scolded and rushed to the ground, chopped off the heads of those cultivators in the caravan whose bodies were rotting, and stuffed them into a bag that the Star Envoy had issued when he was about to leave to store human heads.

The palm-sized bag was made of xenofur, with its own inside, and more than a hundred heads were stuffed into it, but it was not visible at all.

A ruthless Qingwu Emperor, after cutting off the well-preserved heads of the cultivators in the caravan and storing them, she swayed her fat body and walked in front of the female Gongguo monks who died in battle, and cut off the heads of those True Yang Sect monks one by one and stuffed them into the brocade bag.

Yang Yuangu's face moved, his hands clenched his fists violently, but he finally shook his head and sighed.

The two gates of True Yang and Hidden Yin were hit hard by this, and the national strength of the female Gong country was seriously damaged. If there is no reward from the god of frustration to increase her strength, the female Gongguo may have to disappear from the Legged Star after a hundred years. In order to receive more rewards, more heads must be taken in exchange for merit.

The head of the female monk of the Pengxing is rare to exchange for credit, and nine out of ten of the women of the Ninety Legs Star are born hideous and terrifying, that appearance is really too distinctive, and it is difficult to be surrounded if you want to fill the number indiscriminately. However, the male monks of the Legged Star were the same as the monks in these caravans, and it was a great merit to cut them down and bring them back.

In this encounter, the heads of the rival monks harvested by the female Gongguo were only more than 100, but the heads of the male cultivators of the True Yang Sect were cut off more than 3,000.

Emperor Qingwu stuffed all the skulls into the brocade bag and stored them, and then dragged his fleshy body back, Chaoyang Yuansheng said coldly: "The rewards exchanged for the heads of the disciples of the True Yang Sect are all from your True Yang Sect. Yang Yin Niang was stunned and wanted to speak, but she really had nothing to say, so she could only shut her mouth again.

Yang Yuansheng saluted Emperor Qingwu with a sad face, but bowed his head and said nothing.

Gu Xichen looked at the black sand in front of him, and sighed lowly.

This trip is very disadvantageous, just after entering the Misha, he lost more than ninety percent of the manpower, who said that the monks of the Mishastar are the weakest?

Emperor Tongue Martial sighed, took out a jar of plaster, and rubbed it on the wound on his chest for a while, before ordering to find a hiding place to use as a stronghold. Dream Gu Wuchen suddenly discovered something, he hurriedly turned his body and looked in the other direction.

At the caravan that had been slaughtered by Emperor Qingwu just now, the ground suddenly moved, and under a pile of huge beast bones, a small figure quietly escaped silently. This figure's earthy technique is very skillful, and it is not that Gu Wuchen discovered him with his divine thoughts, and no one else noticed this small figure that looks like a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy.

It was a middle-aged man who had been born with the eyes of a roe deer, and his appearance was unmentionable, but he held in his hand a crossbow arrow that was no more than five or six inches long, and the whole body shone with purple light, like a crossbow made of crystal. The small and delicate crossbow arrow string was only the thickness of a hair, but it was on this bowstring that Gu Xichen sensed a trace of extraordinary aura, which seemed to be the long tendons of some kind of dragon snake with the wind attribute.

Just now, Emperor Qingwu let go and killed the people in the caravan, and even Gu Wuchen didn't find out when this middle-aged man escaped underground. Now that Emperor Qingwu was facing away from the direction of the caravan, the middle-aged man sneaked out, clearly putting on a posture of hurting people with a secret arrow behind his back. Gu Xichen had his own calculations in his heart, so he naturally turned his body and looked in the other direction. The middle-aged man raised the crossbow arrow in his hand, smiled proudly, and quietly pulled the crossbow machine.

When such a delicate and small crossbow was activated, it actually emitted an explosion like thunder. The wind suddenly rose, and a black pillar of wind no thicker than the mouth of the bowl burst out from the crossbow, tearing open the air in an instant, tearing a long vacuum tunnel in the air, and rolling a golden crossbow arrow with the thickness of a three-inch long toothpick broke through the air, and instantly arrived behind Emperor Qingwu.

Poor Emperor Qingwu was born in the Nugong Kingdom, and the Female Gongguo is also the most backward cultivation planet in the territory of the Frustrated God, and the Female Gongguo is one of the weakest countries in the Female Gongguo, and the emperor of the dignified Female Gongguo does not even have a magic weapon to actively protect.

The crossbow bolt shot behind Emperor Qingwu under the wrap of the pillar of wind, and no one, including Emperor Qingwu himself, could react. Emperor Qingwu did not have a magic weapon on his body, and the crossbow arrow pierced through Emperor Qingwu's body almost like a steel knife cutting tofu, shooting into her lower back spine and out of her lower abdomen in front of her. Bang" Emperor Qingwu's waist and abdomen were pierced through a hole the size of a human head, and several broken intestines spurted out along with the blood.

Emperor Qingwu let out a hysterical and high-pitched howl, her head turned one hundred and eighty degrees behind her very strangely, and her eyes stared at the middle-aged man who was hurting with the dark arrow. Blood flashed in her eyes, and a sticky black-red blood light suddenly spurted out of her eyes.

Before the middle-aged man who had just succeeded in the dark arrow could escape back to the ground, the blood light had already shot in front of him. The fishy snow light was still three feet away from his face, and the terrifying virulence had already caused the middle-aged man's hair, beard, and eyebrows to fall off, and a large number of poisonous sores and blisters quickly grew on his face. The middle-aged man coughed violently, and a little white light erupted from his mouth, and he even coughed his teeth.

It's so vicious, it's poisonous. Gu Duchen couldn't help frowning when he saw this blow from Emperor Qingwu. What kind of poison is this, why is it so domineering? What kind of evil sect technique is Emperor Qingwu cultivating, this body is extremely poisonous, it is simply appalling.

It was too late, it was too soon, and seeing that the middle-aged man was about to be hit by the blood light, a light suddenly flashed in the distance, and when it appeared again, it was by the middle-aged man's side. A monk in heavy armor suddenly emerged from the middle-aged man's side, and he clenched a heavy tower shield with both hands that was one foot high, two feet high, and three feet thick, and slammed the shield in front of the middle-aged man.

With a muffled sound, the yellow sand splashed up, and the blood light hit the tower shield heavily, as if concentrated sulfuric acid was sprayed on the sandstone, and the black paint did not know what metal the tower shield was made of, and a large number of white smoke bubbles suddenly appeared on the smooth surface, and the tower shield was corroded more than three inches deep. The huge impact contained in the blood light shook the heavily armored monk all over, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. But the body of the heavily armored monk was protected in front of the middle-aged man, and A did not retreat at all.

The middle-aged man who was lucky enough to survive shouted with joy: "Patrol messenger! Oh my God, these true demons have invaded and killed all the people in our caravan!"

The heavy-armored monk rolled his eyes, glanced at Gu Wuchen and the others, and shouted in a low voice: "Fight, it's okay to hold on for a little time!"

It seems that this patrol messenger has a very high status and prestige, and the middle-aged man who has been attacked by poisonous gas, and is dripping pus all over his body, regardless of his own injuries, stood up with a bone, took out three golden crossbow arrows in one hand and put them on the crossbow, and raised his hand to look this way again.

The incident happened suddenly, Emperor Qingwu suffered a heavy blow, and the monks of the female Gongguo were in chaos for a while.

Yang Wusheng instinctively protected in front of Emperor Qingwu and shouted: "True Yang Sect disciple, protect Your Majesty!"

Yang Yin Niang suddenly threw out three cold swords to attack people, the whole body was gray-green, like a strange-shaped curved sword made of ice, and shouted at the hundreds of surviving people in the Hidden Yin Gate: "Hidden Yin disciples, follow me, kill them!"

Emperor Qingwu's chest and abdomen were hit hard, and he couldn't lift it in one breath, and he couldn't even speak for a while. The heads of the two sects, True Yang and Hidden Yin, immediately reacted separately, one sect protected Emperor Qingwu, and the other sect killed the two patrol envoys in unison. On the surface, it seems that the two sects are well-trained and respond in a timely manner, but in fact, it also indicates that they do not communicate with each other and have their own plans.

The disciples of the True Yang Sect were protected by the Qingwu Emperor, and the two elders of Yangshan and Yanghai hurriedly took out the secret elixir of the True Yang Gate, and did not hesitate to stuff the ointment and powder into the broken body of the Qingwu Emperor, and stuffed all kinds of medicinal powders, medicinal noodles and pills into the mouth of the Qingwu Emperor.

With Yang Yuansheng's order, the disciples of the True Yang Sect flew up one after another, protecting Emperor Qingwu and retreating in a random direction.

Yang Yin Niang took hundreds of Yin Yin Sect disciples one after another, struck out sword light and magic weapons, and attacked the patrol messenger.

Suddenly, a loud thunderous sound was heard, and a cyan pillar of wind shot out from the crossbow in the middle-aged man's hand again, wrapped in three small crossbow arrows, and shot towards the hundreds of Hidden Yin Sect disciples who rushed towards him. When there was still a few zhang away from Yang Yin Niang and the others, the wind suddenly dispersed, turning into countless small whirlwinds with a sharp 'woo, the sound scattered in all directions, and the three golden crossbow arrows suddenly became blurred because of the shaking of the wind shadow.

More than a dozen howls rang out, and more than fifteen Hidden Yin Sect disciples shot crossbow arrows through their bodies as they charged. The crossbow in the middle-aged man's hand didn't know how to make it, the penetration power was amazing, and the strong body with the cultivation of Emperor Qingwu was shot through, not to mention the disciples of the Hidden Yin Sect? The three crossbow arrows swept flatly, and more than a dozen disciples of the Hidden Yin Sect were in the middle of their chests, with holes the size of basins piercing through the front and back.

Blood sprayed, these female disciples of the Hidden Yin Sect were all two hearts destroyed at the same time, although they struggled and convulsed on the ground with their strong vitality, but they just didn't live anymore.

Yang Yin Niang was furious, she pointed at the middle-aged man who was hurriedly winding the crossbow and shouted: "Bastard, I must let you try the taste of life is worse than death!

The ugliest and worst female disciples of the Hidden Yin Sect had already screamed uncontrollably, and they were frantically clamoring to capture these two men and let them try what is called a man's ultimate nightmare under their body.

The middle-aged man's face suddenly became extremely ugly, even the patrol messenger who had always been calm and calm, and his face changed suddenly.

The enemy's hundred sword rays rained down on the patrol envoy. The patrol messenger was extremely adaptable, and he casually raised his still smoking tower shield, and greeted the sword light falling in the air indiscriminately. Hundreds of sword lights fell from the Deyin Gate, and they all slashed on the tower shield, and they saw that the sword light suddenly dimmed, and all the sword lights were contaminated by the poisonous power of the blood light shot out by Emperor Qingwu.

The poisonous skills cultivated by Emperor Qingwu were extremely domineering and ruthless, and the poison remaining on the surface of the tower shield was also extraordinary.

None of the many disciples of the Hidden Yin Sect were on guard, and hundreds of sword lights were polluted at the same time, and immediately ninety percent of the sword light dimmed, and then exploded like firecrackers.

It is not easy for the monks of the female Gongguo to get a good flying sword, and all the monks use their lives to sacrifice the flying sword, in order to refine their flying sword more powerfully. Now that the flying sword has been destroyed, it is as if their Yuan Shen has been slashed hard, hundreds of Hidden Yin Sect disciples are spurting blood together, and even those cultivators have fallen to the ground a little, but they don't even have the strength to get up.

The patrol envoy sneered gloomily: "How about the self-inflicted karma?" Hmph, such a vicious magic skill is only possessed by you true demons!"

A strange-shaped poisonous insect shaped like a centipede, with a length of miles, and nearly a hundred long-legged strange poisonous insects on the left and right sides of the body, quickly crawled towards the desert, and on the body of the poisonous insect, there stood more than 300 monks wearing the same pale yellow armor and holding 5 long arrows.

These monks are only monks in the Jindan period, but the strong bows in their hands and the mana fluctuations emitted by the armor on their bodies are not weak, at least they are also good goods at the level of low-grade immortals. And standing on top of the head of that strange-shaped poisonous insect were three Void Realm realms, all of which were one level deeper than Emperor Qingwu's cultivation: $ Old Man.

The three old men were also armed with strong arms, but the light on the bow and arrow was even better than the equipment of the more than three hundred monks behind them.

Dozens of miles apart, the three old men gave an order, and together with the monks behind them, they simultaneously pulled out the spiritual body of the poisonous insect that was sitting on them, and turned around, aiming at this side with the side of their bodies, just so that these monks could easily aim at the monks of the Hidden Yin Gate.

The middle-aged man with a crossbow shouted excitedly: "Hahaha, the Sky Survey Team is here, the Sky Survey Team is not over, you real demons, you are dead." ”

After a few shouts, the middle-aged man began to cry bitterly: "Woo, why are you here now? You came a quarter of an hour earlier, my brothers, they won't die!"

As soon as he gritted his teeth, the middle-aged man spurted a mouthful of blood into the crossbow in his hand, and the blood actually condensed into nine small crossbow arrows on the crossbow. He gritted his teeth and aimed at the monks of the Hidden Yin Sect who were stunned by the appearance of the Sky Survey team, and shouted loudly: "True demons are dead, brothers, Lao Tzu has avenged you!"

With a bang, Yang Yin Niang raised her hand, and a yin thunder knocked over the patrol messenger holding the tower shield, and a gray-green sword light swept obliquely across the middle-aged man's body. The cold and piercing sword light froze the man's body, and then the sword light flicked the man more than ten feet away, and his body was turned into ice slag on the ground.

Yang Yin Niang grabbed the crossbow that the man threw on the ground, and shouted: "Disciple of the Hidden Yin Sect, withdraw!"

But where is there still time to retreat? The monks of the Sky Survey team had already released their bowstrings when they saw that the middle-aged man was killed by Yang Yin Niang.

In the distance, the sound of wind and thunder suddenly sounded, and hundreds of rays of light rushed in front of him. The long arrows shot by these immortal-level longbows are amazingly powerful and extremely fast, and each arrow is also attached to various spell attacks such as wind, rain, thunder, lightning, ice and fire. How had the disciples of the Deyin Sect ever seen such luxurious equipment? How had they ever done anything with all the monks who were equipped with immortal weapons?

In the face of more than 300 immortal-level longbows, some of the disciples of the Hidden Yin Sect dodged in embarrassment, some fled in the air, and some were stunned to look at the arrow light rushing in front of them, stiff and didn't know how to react. In a flash of light, at least two hundred Hidden Yin Sect disciples, including three elders of the Transformation Stage, had a huge hole pierced through their chests, and the huge power contained in the arrows lifted their bodies and threw them far behind. With just one salvo, the remaining disciples of the Hidden Yin Sect were reduced by half.

Yang Yin Niang let out a sad sigh, she glanced at the three old men in the realm who were still pulling the longbow without any movement, gritted her teeth fiercely, turned around and fled backwards.

She didn't care about her own people, and she didn't care about the elders of the Deyin Sect, so she just drove the sword light in one go, and fled in embarrassment against the ground following the S-shaped trajectory that changed sharply and suddenly. This is the power of the weakest of the Mishas?

Yang Yin Niang frantically cursed in her heart the Star Envoy and the God, is this the demon they want them to attack? This is not to kill people, this is to send people to the door to kill!

The envoy of the frustrated god only said that these demon cultivators had profound Dao methods and powerful spells, but why didn't they explain that these demonic magic weapons were also very powerful? The disciples of the Hidden Yin Sect were still using spirit-level flying sword magic weapons to fight, while the people were all equipped with immortal-level weapons and armor! As far as the tower shield of the cruising envoy was concerned, if he had changed to ordinary armor, Emperor Qingwu's poisonous skills would have killed him a long time ago!

Damn frustrated god, damn paralyzed star envoy, Yang Yin Niang cursed all the way and fled quickly.

There was a sharp sound of breaking the air in his ears, and the Sky Survey monks standing on the back of the poisonous insect just shot waves of sharp arrows in unison. The monks of the Hidden Yin Sect fell to the ground one after another under the fierce arrows, and even those elders of the Transformation Stage were shot and killed one by one because of the existence of the three Void Realm Elders.

Poor Hidden Yin Sect female cultivators, they can't withstand the attack of immortal weapons, they don't have a strong spell counterattack, they don't have a powerful magic weapon to protect themselves. Faced with the well-equipped members of the Sky Survey, they were like a pack of lambs against a pack of hungry wolves, and they had no power to resist at all.

In fact, when dealing with that caravan, Yin Niang should have known that the monks of Misha Star were not as easy to deal with as the Star Envoy said.

A civilian caravan with the help of powerful magic weapons and charms has inflicted such heavy casualties on the monks of Nugong Kingdom, so what kind of power will the monks of Misha Star have?

The monks of the Nugong Kingdom faced the Sky Survey team of Mishaxing, just like a group of Stone Age primitives faced the iron-blooded Great Qin army, what other thoughts could they have than to be slaughtered?

The crying and scolding Yin Niang fled all the way in the direction of the retreat of the True Yang Sect disciples, while the monks of the Sky Survey Team in the rear were harvesting the lives of the Yin Yin Sect disciples in a good time. The entire Hidden Yin Sect, except for the Yin Niang alone, all the other sect members, including those elders in the Transformation Period, were all killed by the monks of the Sky Survey Team.

Yang Yin Niang, who had escaped for more than 100 miles, didn't know that when all the disciples of the Hidden Yin Sect were killed, an old man among the three Void Realm monks took out a strange-shaped harrier eagle with a body as white as snow and four wings from his sleeve, and put it next to the middle-aged man who had broken into ice slag and sniffed it for a while. In a short time, the harrier eagle fluttered its wings and flew up, and slowly embellished her with the people of the Sky Survey team.

Yang Yin Niang didn't know what was happening behind her, and she was frightened, so she just chased in the direction of the retreat of the True Yang Sect disciples. No matter how bad her relationship with the True Yang Sect was, now she had to be with the many monks of the True Yang Sect to feel safe.

All the people in the door died tragically at the hands of the enemy, and at this moment, Yingyin Niang was like a frightened bird, and she didn't even have the courage to look back.

In a big mountain nearly 10,000 miles away from the battlefield just now, Gu Wuchen and the others were hiding in a small river valley.

Emperor Qingwu lay weakly on a bluestone slab by the river and hummed. She has the vitality and recovery power of a monster, the dozens of catties of skin and flesh on her chest that were taken away by the crossbow arrows have been almost reborn, and the wound pierced in her belly has been reduced to only the thickness of a fist, and the tendons are squirming rapidly in the wound, and her injuries are being quickly repaired. If it weren't for the broken vertebrae, Emperor Qingwu would have been able to move freely by now.

Nearly a hundred palace guards of the female Gongguo surrounded Emperor Qingwu, and one of them looked at her blankly. Xiao Yi'er snuggled in Emperor Qingwu's arms, her smooth and delicate little hands kept stroking Emperor Qingwu's wounds, whispering soft words while gently kissing Emperor Qingwu's cheek.

In addition to Emperor Qingwu being seriously injured, how could he have ever seen such a lovely person as Xiao Yi'er who was informed and interesting? Her heart had been tightly grasped by Xiao Yi'er, her eyes were not separated from Xiao Yi'er's body, and her hideous face was full of gentle smiles.

The four of Gu Xichen were mixed among the disciples of the True Yang Sect, and they were sitting on the stones by the river valley with their heads down.

The gray-headed Yang Wusheng and a group of True Yang Sect elders were counting the casualties of the disciples of the sect, and the more they counted, the more their faces became a little more gray. In the end, everyone in the True Yang Gate was silent, and one by one they sat on the river stone with their heads drooped and weak, and they really looked at each other and wanted to cry without tears.

In this battle, more than ninety percent of the disciples who came to Mishaxing from the True Yang Gate were killed or wounded, and only four of the disciples of the Jindan period remained, Gu Wuchen. There were more than 400 disciples left in the Yuan Infant Stage, and only five elders in the most important Transformation Stage remained.

Yang Wusheng, who was sitting with his head stuffy, suddenly slammed his fist on the stone beside him, smashing a huge piece of lying cow stone into pieces. He sighed and muttered: "Now the True Yang Gate is over, so many people have been killed and injured, alas, after seven L, we will not be ridden by them on the neck?"

Gu Xichen lowered his head, scribbled on the river sand with a branch in his hand, and there was a strange smile on the corner of his mouth.

In his mind, Yang Yin Niang was running towards this side like a lost dog, and dozens of miles in the air behind her, a harrier eagle with four wings was embellishing her in the distance. A hundred miles behind the Harrier Eagle, three old men from the Void Realm with the Sky Survey Team and the Patrol Messenger were laughing all the way and chasing after them. The Hidden Yin Gate was completely wiped out, leaving only a Yin Niang, very good!

In this way, as long as you master Yingyin Niang, you can completely control the entire Yinyin Gate, and the future development of the Yinyin Gate will be under control. Therefore, no matter how much trouble there is in the back, you must save Zhen Yinniang's life.

As for the True Yang Gate, squinting at the dejected True Yang Sect people, Gu Xichen shook his head. In order to better cover yourself, let's let these people live. With so many eyes and ears already planted around them, the entire True Yang Gate will sooner or later become something in their own pockets.

In order to avoid the eyes and ears of the saints and seize the foundation of the True Yang Gate and the Hidden Yin Gate, you can't use the magic power, nor can you make an abrupt appearance, you still have to do it step by step, and everything must be reasonable and not let go of any mistakes.

It's just that the monks of Mishaxing are really powerful, their magical spells are unique, and their crossbows and talismans that can be used by mortals and can pose a deadly threat to the monks are truly fantastic.

He must find a way to obtain the cultivation classics and refining methods of the Mishaxing monks, and the stones of other mountains can attack jade, these methods are the best introduction for Gu Wuchen to integrate into the cultivation system of this universe. It would be nice to have a detailed account of this universe in Sand Swimming.

However, on a planet like Misha, I am afraid that there are no high-level classics, and everything can only rely on luck.

Twisting his body, Gu Xichen sighed helplessly. With the respect of a saint, it is really helpless to live such a humble life. But who calls his opponent also a saint? Moreover, he is a saint who is not much older than himself, and who has been operating in this universe for countless years, and if he is not careful, one mistake will lead to a catastrophe.

Fiercely plunging the branches into the river sand, Gu Xichen stood up and stretched his waist, and slowly walked towards the end of the river valley.

There is the outlet of the river valley, the river is not more than three zhang wide, the river is turbulent, the west side is more than ten zhang high earth wall, the grass and trees are overgrown, very lush. A few drops of the urine of some kind of strange beast secretly made by the female Gongguo were sprinkled on a few of the long grasses, and the peculiar liquid in this strange liquid can only be distinguished by people who have been in contact with it all year round, and the smell of a drop of urine can often be smelled hundreds of miles away.

Along the way, every dozens of miles, the guards around Emperor Qingwu dripped a few drops of this urine, and Yang Yin Niang followed this special smell all the way, and also brought the survey team that wanted to kill people behind.

Standing at the exit of the river valley, looking at the undulating hills in the distance, Gu Xichen pointed to the muddy ground in front of him when others were not paying attention, and at the entrance of the river valley, a stalagmite with a thickness of three inches and a height of three feet appeared out of thin air. The stalagmite pokes obliquely from the earthen wall above the surface of the river, which is very inconspicuous, and ordinary people will never notice it.

Miyin Niang flew close to the ground and flew straight to the entrance of the river valley. She saw Gu Wuchen standing near the entrance in a daze from a distance, and suddenly her heart was relieved, and she almost didn't cry.

Flying crookedly towards Gu Wuchen, Zhen Yin Niang was about to speak, Gu Wu Chen's fingers lightly, Zhen Yin Niang's eyes suddenly dizzy, a breath of true qi slightly wrong, she crashed headlong into the stalagmite that poked out of the JL wall and stretched obliquely on the water.

Bang" The dull impact sound was very loud, and the front of the ground shook a few times, and Emperor Qingwu, who was resting on the bluestone slab, was taken aback, and all the people of the True Yang Gate jumped up in horror and looked at this side.

Gu Xichen's helplessness pointed to the Yin Niang who plunged into the river in the dark, and exclaimed tremblingly: "No matter what happens to me, I'm just standing here, and my predecessors bumped into it themselves!"

The stalagmite was ignited by Gu Wu Chen's forbidden method, and it was ridiculously strong, and Yang Yin Niang's head hit it, and the sword light was smashed to pieces, and a meat bag with the size of a sea bowl was on the door of his head, and the originally red meat bag quickly turned black and purple, and there was a little blood seeping out. The dignified monk of the Divine Transformation Stage slammed into the stalagmite, and he actually fainted!

Emperor Qingwu, Yang Wusheng and the others were silent, they seemed to understand something. It is the Yin Niang alone, and none of the other Yinyin Sect disciples are missing, obviously those people have been killed. As the head of the Hidden Yin Sect, all the disciples of the sect were killed, and he encountered a strong enemy, so he fled all the way back in such a panic, and it seemed that it was a matter of course to hit the stalagmite.

Yang Wuchang sighed, hurriedly jumped over, grabbed Yang Yin Niang from the turbulent river, and carefully placed it beside Emperor Qingwu. The crossbow snatched by Yang Yin Niang fell to the ground, Gu Xichen quickly rushed over, grabbed the delicate crossbow in his hand, and nodded to Yang Yuansheng with a smile: "Master Master, this baby, let the disciples keep the protection, right?"

It was this crossbow that injured Emperor Qingwu, and Emperor Qingwu's strong body couldn't block the blow of this crossbow, which shows that this is at least a good product of the mid-grade immortal weapon level. Yang Yuansheng couldn't pull his face and competed with Gu Xichen for this treasure, and Gu Wuchen and the four of them were the weakest in cultivation, and they just needed a protective treasure.

Nodding, Yang Wusheng promised Gu Evil Dust to rob the treasure. Anyway, this treasure was captured by Yang Yin Niang, and it fell into the hands of Gu Xichen, and Yang Wusheng still has a kind of pleasure of revenge.

By Guohua and the others, Shen Nian had already invested in the crossbow, and the mystery of the crossbow was clearly investigated, and the mystery of its materials, craftsmanship and runes on it was all memorized.

This crossbow is obviously out of the hands of the master of self-refining, and the refining techniques are very refined, and the materials used are only some of the most common materials in this universe, but because of the refining methods, the small crossbow actually has the power of a medium-grade immortal weapon close to a high-grade immortal weapon.

The runes on the crossbow are extremely unique, implicitly in line with some advanced rules of this universe, and they are exactly the knowledge that Gu Xichen desperately needs. As long as he grasps the mysteries of these spells, Gu Evil Dust will be able to touch the like, and develop and master all of these charms.

The significance of this crossbow loss to Gu Wuchen was the key to officially entering the great cultivation system of this universe. Those classics of the True Yang Gate can only be regarded as a few specks of dust outside the gate, far less than the value of this crossbow.

Stroking the crossbow, Gu Xichen introduced the wonder of this crossbow to Guohua and others, and the three of them also took the crossbow with great interest and watched.

It took a full quarter of an hour for Yang Yin Niang, who had almost cracked her skull, to wake up, and she glanced weakly at the disciples of the True Yang Sect and the guards of the Imperial Palace of Nu Gongguo who were standing beside her, "Suddenly she cried out like a heartbreak: "Dead, all dead, the disciples of the Hidden Yin Sect, all dead!"

As soon as the cry started, a harrier eagle with four white wings suddenly flew over everyone's heads, and it screamed happily above the river valley, and pulled a bubble of bird feces heartily.

A vicious wind suddenly rose at the entrance of the valley, and the strange-shaped poisonous insect rushed straight in with the patrol messenger and the sky survey team. Emperor Qingwu and Yang Yuansheng shouted at the same time, and there was chaos in the river valley.

The three days of New Year's Day were so busy that the pig's head was full of bags, and the work and rest time of the two days was also a mess, and the spirit was not good, so it was updated with 100,000 words every day.

After a few days of mental adjustment, the pig's head will be angry!