Outside Kunlun Mountain, on the sky like a cloud bridge, flashing like a psychedelic seven-colored light, and like a meteor flying fire galloping by, Xu Lin looked up at the clouds and mist that the light broke through, his eyes narrowed slightly, and behind him, a group of silent people were erected, with a unified black robe covering the body, and the chest was embroidered with the black sparrow that had been breaking free and wanted to fly.

"This is about to begin?"

Xu Lin, who was talking to himself, looked at the Kunlun Sect in front of him again, his eyes moved slightly, and the latter's chuckle intentionally or unintentionally made Xu Lin feel cold.

"The Black Bird Camp has been handed over to you, and in a month to integrate, there will be a task. ”

Looking at the Qinghong real person who he was becoming more and more incomprehensible, Xu Lin had a mind of harmony, but the person in front of him always made his heart cold and had many concerns.

"Is that what the ancestor meant, or is that what the master means to teach you?"

Xu Lin finally couldn't help but say it, Qinghong Zhenren's face still had a hint of a smile, but he squinted at Xu Lin with the corner of his eye, that is, this was just a glance, but it made Xu Lin's heart chill at the same time, and he felt a killing intent as if he didn't have it.

"It's Kunlun's meaning!"

After a long time, Xu Lin turned around and looked at the twenty-two people in front of him, even though they had come out of the ban, but these people were obviously still in a state of confusion, frowned, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but think of Qinghong Zhenren's clever answer, Kunlun sneered, Xu Lin laughed and said: "Then who can represent Kunlun?"

In the back mountain of Lianxia Peak, the demon lord gently dropped a white seed on the jade chessboard, and then glanced at the Xuande ancestor in front of him with a smile, and saw that his face was gloomy, but he didn't speak.

took out a sunspot from the chess bowl, hesitated to raise his hand, Xuande Ancestor's frowning brows, wrinkled and opened, opened and wrinkled, simply twisted with two fingers, the chess pieces immediately turned into a pile of powder, and it was difficult to eliminate the anger on Xuande Ancestor's face, and he snorted coldly: "Waste!"

Outside the gazebo, there was a plop, and an old man in gray knelt on the ground in a panic, but he didn't dare to let go of a fart, and even his body trembled slightly, and he couldn't be nervous.

"That Xu Lin is also an extremely interesting guy. The demon lord looked at the Xuande Ancestor and picked up a son again, and finally landed on the chessboard, and then glanced at the gray-clothed old man who was kneeling on the ground in the distance and said: "The real person is in the first realm, and he already has this cultivation and strength, and he should also have the swords when he crossed the tribulation, but you have to understand that the hilt of a sharp sword must be held all the time." ”

Specious words, listening to the ears of old people, are the most natural reminders, but Xuande Ancestor pondered Qinghong Zhenren's personality again, and looked at the words of the demon lord in front of him, but somehow, he suddenly smiled, and did not speak, as if he had his own scheming look, which made the demon lord's heart tighten, and he didn't say anything more.

For the Jinting Wang's tent that opened up Xuzhou City, the fat meat of the Central Plains has been fixed as his own meal, but at this time, the royal court Khan, the gloom between his eyebrows, like a cumulonimbus cloud suddenly rising on the grassland, did not disperse for a long time, his eyes not only fell on the team he was resting, but also on a tent that was incompatible with the military camp.

The Demon Sect had no intention of leaving, although in the past few days, there have been Holy Masters (disciples of the Demon Sect) who have come in the light one after another, and the more people there are, the more silent they become, which not only makes the Great Khan of the Royal Court, who wants to be the master of the Central Plains, anxious.

Finally, in the corner of the tent, he shook slightly, and when the wind passed, the sect master of the Black Demon Sect had already flashed in front of the eyes of the Great Khan of the royal court, so suddenly, it made him slightly stunned, and the black-robed national teacher in front of him grinned slightly: "Let's pull it out!"

It seemed like an order, and for the eagle high up in the steppe, it was undoubtedly as humiliating as if someone had plucked out its wings, but as the khan of the entire steppe, he could only accept it, because he remembered the meat on his plate, which smelled of fatal temptation, as if it was right in the snort, so he was silent, so he carried out the order.

However, when the entire resting team was expanding one after another, he suddenly found that the tent not far away was still in the distance, without any sign of movement, and that person was also watching him.

"Kill, kill as much as you can!"

This is still an order, a little inexplicable, the battle of the whole country, how can there be no one who does not kill people, but the Great Khan of the royal court heard the chill beyond these words.

It's not just the life and death between soldiers, it's not a matter of slaughtering a township and a city, it's about killing people, killing more people, as long as those Central Plains people who see it, all of them will fall under the scimitar of the grassland iron horse, it's extermination!

The Eagle Lord of the Prairie silently looked at the national teacher in front of him, who made him a little awe-inspired, the two cold lights shrouded in the black robe were the eyes of the evil ghost, spurting bloodthirsty desire, but what he cared about was another question.

"Could it be that the national teacher no longer walks with the grassland?"

"It's not anymore, it's not needed!" The black devil stared coldly at the prairie eagle, without a trace of awe in his eyes.

"Those monks who are far away from the sky, the Holy Sect will naturally do his best to block them, and the current war is just a sword battle between people, and there will be no more cultivators involved. ”

The tone was very cold, but there was no doubt, but it was these words that made the Great Khan of the royal court look happy, no one in a high position would like to be led by others, it can be said that he hated it, but in the face of those cultivators in the Central Plains, his dependence on the Holy Sect made him have no choice, but from this moment on, the eagle could finally spread its wings freely above the vast sky.

The royal court's golden account walked away in the neighing of horses and the sound of horse stamping, leaving only one tent, in the dead silence of Xuzhou City, only this one tent is so clean, as if it is a white lotus blooming in the ruins, in the erosive bloody atmosphere, but so bewitching white.

In the northwest of the northwest, the people of the Central Plains regard it as the extreme part of the bitter cold land, where the yellow sand can cover the sky and the sun, and the water and grass there are no longer fat, because there is a devil there, and it is it that makes this place so desolate, even those who are the children of the Demon Sect think so.

Because at every moment, all they could breathe was a bloody breath that surrounded the distant mountain, and floated out from there, wandering in the four fields.

The breath is very familiar, it is the taste of people, and only human blood will have such a fragrance, which is full of the breath and memories of the deceased, a very wonderful form, surrounded by the top of the mountain, like a touch of mist, shrouded in it, quietly exuding its unique taste.

The demon lord looked at the woman on the treasure tripod, holding a wine glass in her hand, the wine was very fragrant, and it was very bloody, it was the aroma of wine that had been aged for countless years.

The demon lord doesn't like to drink, but one of his best friends likes it, he used to be drunk in the world, wandering like a soul, and to this day, the demon lord's eyes fell on the wine glass in his hand, and his lips moved lightly, but he refused to drink it all, just looked at it lightly.

"He's gone!" The words of the demon lord were very light, in the empty hall, there was no longer the figure of the ghost emperor, only him and her, and she sat quietly on top of the treasure tripod, sucking in the blood emitted from those black gourds, but she refused to say a word to the demon lord, or could not say it, the demon lord thought about the woman's voice and smile before her death, thinking about the tone she had spoken to him, and couldn't help but sigh softly: "He's really gone!"

The end of the sword world, the romance in the world, creating a legend of a fairy sword and wonder man, at that time it was just a simple dream, to this day, the demon lord looked at the woman opposite, but he was left alone.

The relationship between friends and foes is the story between the demon lord and Xuanyu Zhenren, but it is precisely because of her existence that the story between the two is unforgettable and unforgettable.

Hesitating, the demon lord poured out the fragrant wine in the wine glass, smelled the faint smell of wine, the corners of his mouth moved, and then turned his eyes to look at the sky above the haze, and muttered to himself: "Actually, there is one more person in the Sword Washing Pavilion!"

And at this moment, the dusty woman who was quietly sitting on the bronze treasure tripod, her pale face as paper, as if there was a demonic flower blooming, and her scarlet eyes were as red as blood, and suddenly opened a gap. (To be continued......)