The sound was very soft, as if the occasional mountain wind blew through, slowly and long, and clearly resounded on the top of Kunlun Mountain. But many people are baffled, and even some people haven't recovered from the turmoil of Fang Cai, thinking that it is some illusion of their own.

And Ming Ru, who was in the Kunlun Great Array, and the Kunlun elders, couldn't help but change their complexion greatly, as if they were facing a great enemy, and even a little panicked, but because of Ming's solemnity and quietness at the moment, they reluctantly calmed down, but on this face, no matter how you look at it, it is not very good-looking.

With a wave of his sleeves, a gust of wind rolled up, blowing fiercely on the empty place in front of him, but in a trance, there was a ripple in the eyes of the demon lord, and this texture was clearly visible, and it had been drifting into the distance.

Then when he took a step, there was nothing in front of him, and the demon lord stepped into the mountain so easily, came to Kunlun, and saw the undulating clouds in the sky, and saw the magnificent mountain peaks, and also saw the people who were rushing here very quickly in the distance.

So the corners of his mouth were hooked, his eyes were narrowed, and the moment his white hair reached the ground floated, those people had already arrived, and the leader was a woman in white, who was so young.

Shaking his head, facing the people in front of him, the demon lord couldn't help but sigh and said: "When he came in the future, there were still real people from various sects waiting here, but after a few years, Kunlun has changed its situation. ”

Between the words, there was even some contempt in it, which of course caused the dissatisfaction of the Kunlun elders behind Mingru, and then the disciples of other sects who came later, as well as those rootless loose cultivators, were even more indignant.

Even if some people don't know who this white-headed middle-aged man is, he can be regarded as one of the world's masters because of his bearing, but no one regards him as the one in the Northwest Demon Sect.

It wasn't until the elders of the other sects who had participated in the last Demon Sect's attack on Kunlun recognized it that there were exclamations and whispers, and suddenly one stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the noise was not stopped.

Some people began to retreat silently, and some were not afraid of death, wanting to witness the true face of the one who had stepped on the top of the cultivation mountain. However, in any case, the situation is scattered, but it is harmful to Kunlun at this moment, only one person can stand up and face the person in front of him, and the situation can be solved, but who has the courage?

Thousands of years ago, the demon lord destroyed the world, and the major sects led by the Sword Washing Pavilion fell like a leaf into the monstrous sea, and they had long been annihilated in the long river of years, without a trace of dust, and today, when the demon lord came again, there was a huge Kunlun Mountain, countless elite disciples of the six sects, but none of them dared to stand up, and only she, a sword, a white robe, took a step lightly, but she really stepped forward.

In an instant, Mingru's face became extremely pale, and the hilt of the sword in her hand trembled uncontrollably, but she still stood there, looking at the demon lord with a stubborn expression.

A little surprised, very strange, the demon lord was happy, and couldn't help but nodded: "You are the senior sister of that stupid boy?"

There are no rhetoric, let alone sarcasm, Ming Ru really couldn't imagine that the demon lord suddenly came up with such a sentence, and the words he used were the secret method of sound transmission, only he and she could hear it, and even those outsiders didn't notice that the corners of the demon lord's lips were moving, just looking at the demon lord, staring at Ming Ru who was dressed like a fairy with a "lewd" face.

didn't wait for Mingru to answer, because the demon lord didn't want to give the other party this opportunity, or the demon lord had long been used to asking and answering himself, so when he said this again, Mingru's face became even more strange.

"You smell of him on your body. The demon lord smiled, and then said something that made Mingru even more inexplicable: "So I won't kill you." ”

In the sky, a team of people and horses, mighty and immense, but as staggered as the wild goose flying south, the first is the head goose, and Xu Lin is undoubtedly the head of this group of black sparrows. He was flying, and the people behind him were flying with him, but his gaze drifted to the distance from time to time, the northwest.

remembered his white hair, remembered his unangry and self-righteous demeanor, and remembered the stone he had always pressed in his heart, which was very big and heavy, so Xu Lin became very annoyed.

Then his gaze changed, and he began to look behind him, intentionally or unintentionally, at the end of the line, the old man in gray, in his eyes, suddenly, as sharp as a sword.

This is not a long distance, Xu Lin was measuring, and glanced at the white shadow behind him, this is a very close distance, Xu Lin was thinking.

All of a sudden

At the same time, in the south, far away from Xuzhou City, in the stream of the mountain stream, the snake girl who was sitting still suddenly opened her closed eyes, and a blood line flowed at the corner of her mouth, her eyes became gloomy and terrifying in vain, especially against the backdrop of that pale face, which was extremely hideous.

Simply enough, Chen Wanru was still unconscious, and she didn't see the snake girl at this time, but on the long eyelashes, there were still tears flashing.

Xu Lin smiled, and at the moment when he suddenly appeared next to the old man in gray, at the moment when he was preded on like a jackal, thousands of red silk snakes, drumming and hideous, silky like threads, threads like sharp needles, straight through the whole body of the gray-clothed old man.

A trace of astonishment was still on the old man's face, and the horror in his pupils had not dissipated, just hearing Xu Lin laughing, he felt that Xu Lin was hugging his torso tightly, just like an old friend who had not seen him for a long time, refusing to let go.

The black bird is flying south, the same direction, the same figure, the black shadow, a long line across the sky, but there is a blood rain falling, dripping in the air, falling on the ground, Xu Lin is still laughing, the golden snake mark on his forehead, as if it is alive, flashing golden light from time to time.

The demon lord is gone, his pace is still so slow, just like before, walking from the west to the Central Plains, the figure flickered, seemed to be slow but fast, seemed to be fast but slow, and what people saw was just a shadow.

Mingru is chasing, the monks of Kunlun are chasing, those disciples of various sects and sects, as well as rootless scattered cultivators are also hurrying, and what they may see is just an ethereal shadow.

The clouds in the sky are rolling, from the top of the mountain in Kunlun, swaying down, pouring like rain on the body of the person in front, but there is a feeling of wearing the moon in the clouds, but in fact, the Kunlun Great Array was touched because of the array, and there is no real cultivator to preside over it at this moment, although the array is still fierce, but for the demon lord, it is really tangible and substantial, and he doesn't care.

It wasn't until he went up to Lianxia Peak that he had a glimpse of the entire territory of Kunlun, compared to the Sword Washing Pavilion back then, it was not much, the demon lord nodded again with satisfaction, and his eyes fell again, it was the direction where the purple light that suddenly burst out before, and then raised his eyebrows, and he glanced down the mountain in some surprise.

In the tumbling of black gas, there was a foul smell that smoked people's ears and noses, and the demon lord naturally knew that this was the realm of the essence of the smell of corpse gas.

And wrapped in the corpse, there are two figures, one carrying the other, scurrying around in a panic, as for the two of them, there is a sword chanting lightly, a very familiar rhythm.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and the demon lord remembered the Sword Washing Pavilion that was once famous all over the world, the most famous thing is naturally the true meaning of the four-style sword technique, I thought I had seen it earlier, but no matter when, when I faced it again, my mind would inevitably not be turbulent.

Seeing that the black qi was getting weaker and more dangerous and dangerous, it seemed that it could be penetrated by the sword in the next moment, and he couldn't help but laugh dryly: "I can't ignore this matter, but Xu Lin's kid's iron corpse clone, thanks to his ability to practice to the level of a real person, it is not easy to get, and it can't be destroyed in your hands, right?"

With a wave of his hand, the bell rang Kunlun Mountain, like the bell of an ancient temple, instantly suppressed the possibility of the sword ringing again, and at the same time, a muffled snort, and then burst out of the fierce sword intent, and the mountain down.

Very satisfied with a smile, the demon lord did not pay attention to the fierce sword intent that came directly from the mountain, and the pace rose again, but it was already a thousand steps, and the figure of the next moment was already in that cloudy sky.

"You're here!" On the bridge is the ancestor, the last cultivator of Kunlun.

There was a demon lord under the bridge, his figure was tall, his hair was snow-white, but he grinned and said, "I'm here to kill you." (To be continued......)