A Will Eternal

Bai Xiaochun was helpless, and gave Shen Shuan a stern look. Then he stood up reluctantly, came to sit beside the Great Elder, and looked at the straight back of the Song Family Patriarch not far ahead. The feeling of a wild and ferocious beast made Bai Xiaochun sweat coldly and became extremely nervous.

"Sister Song, you are so beautiful today." Bai Xiaochun hurriedly said, the two blood-colored elders next to him immediately looked strange, and even the ancestor of the Song family in front was stunned and frowned.

Song Junwan's face turned red all of a sudden, staring at Bai Xiaochun.

"Smooth talker, sit here well."

Bai Xiaochun was even more surprised. He felt that Song Junwan was wrong. It was obviously different from three days ago. At this moment, after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't come up with the reason, so he had to sit there, look left, look right, and sometimes looked down. .

Soon, he saw the ground below, and there was a majestic and huge mountain range. This mountain range was towering. From the sky, it was faintly seen that there seemed to be a formation on it.

"Luochen Mountain Range..." Bai Xiaochun's eyes narrowed, this is the junction of the Blood Stream Sect and the Lingxi Sect, or even more accurately, the border of the Lingxi Sect, the Luochen Mountain Range.

"It's too fast, they're all here." Bai Xiaochun was startled, seeing the blood mist where he was, instantly passing through the Luochen Mountain Range, a layer of fluctuation seemed to spread from the mountain range, covering this blood cloud, as if locked in a distance, follow The blood cloud moves forward together.

Obviously, after arriving here, the blood stream sect and his party were already under the control of the Lingxi sect. The ancestor of the Song family looked as usual, and still closed his eyes and meditated. Bai Xiaochun thought about it and understood that this kind of mission would definitely communicate with Lingxi in advance. Xizong has communicated, so he was allowed to enter.

Blood clouds whistled along the way, and Bai Xiaochun was familiar with all the scenes on the ground. He saw the huge giant, and he also saw a giant bird like a Kunpeng, and Tongtian Hanoi. The body of a huge crocodile.

However, after seeing this blood cloud, these giant beasts avoided one by one, it seems that there is something in this blood cloud that makes them jealous.

Bai Xiaochun was startled and glanced at the ancestor of the Song family in front of him. He didn't speak. He saw the scene below becoming more and more familiar.

"I heard that you were in the Blood Stream Sect, and a few years ago, you were unclear with many young disciples, but what happened?" Just when Bai Xiaochun was excited, suddenly, Song Junwan's voice transmission came from his ear.

This voice was icy, as if it could penetrate into the bones and turn into cold air. Bai Xiaochun was stunned after hearing it, and when she looked at Song Junwan, Song Junwan snorted coldly, ignored Bai Xiaochun, stood up, and came to the Song family patriarch.

The two blood-colored elders were the same, Bai Xiaochun also got up quickly, feeling aggrieved, he finally knew why Song Junwan always had a cold face when she saw her this time.

"Could this bitch be investigating me in these three days?" Bai Xiaochun sighed in his heart. Bai Xiaochun once asked about the romantic history of the fake night burial, and even the fake night burial himself couldn't remember how many...

It didn't take long, the speed of the blood mist gradually slowed down, and Lingxi Sect... appeared in front of everyone. The disciples of the Blood Stream Sect on the blood mist had already stood up, showing a ferocious aura, and they were looking at Lingxi coldly. Xi Zong.

At the same time, the eight mountain peaks of the Lingxi Sect all radiated beams of light, which blasted into the sky, causing the sky to form a huge vortex. The north and south banks of Lingxi Sect suddenly erupted, making this world seem like a sea of ​​rage, with huge waves.

In that vortex, an eye seemed to appear at this moment, with supreme power, looking at the Song Family ancestor on the blood mist.

The people of the Blood Stream Sect, like a lone boat in the wrathful sea, seemed to collapse at any time under the power of heaven and earth. , eyes still closed.

But soon, his eyes slowly opened,

At the moment when both eyes opened and closed, two rays of light burst out from his eyes, forming an aura that shook all directions, like a mountain and a sea, spreading forward with a bang, he slowly stood up, and when he flicked his sleeves, he directly Step into the air.

When the footsteps fell, they appeared in the vortex of the sky. A person, it seems that he can fight against this majestic vortex.

"Song Wenyun, Fellow Daoist Song!" In the whirlpool, that eye suddenly became cloudy, and a middle-aged man in white came out of the cloudiness. The man stepped out and clasped his fists with a smile.

When Bai Xiaochun looked at it, he immediately recognized that this man in white was one of the ancestors of the Lingxi Sect who appeared to help a handful of people when Tie Dan was born that day. It seems that there is a big gap with the ancestors of the Song family.

"Li Zimo, fellow Daoist Li!" The Song family ancestor smiled slightly, clasped his fists in the same way, the two looked at each other, walked out at the same time, and stepped into the vortex of the sky together.

Bai Xiaochun took a deep breath. He had thought that this Song family ancestor was not bad before, but when he looked at it now, the feeling was even more obvious. At the same time, he also understood that if he was not confident in his own strength, this Song family ancestor would not come to Lingxi Sect in person. .

At this moment, as the ancestor stepped into the whirlpool, in the Lingxi Sect in front, several long rainbows suddenly flew out from the north and south banks, and came to the outside of the mountain gate. In front of the blood mist, they turned into several figures.

The person in charge was not Zheng Yuandong, but Xu Meixiang, and beside her was an old woman from Iris Peak. Behind the old woman was Bei Hanlie and a woman Bai Xiaochun had never seen before.

And behind Xu Meixiang, Zhang Daddy and Lu Tianlei were with them.

Behind the crowd, there are dozens of foundation-building cultivators on both sides of the north and south. Almost every one of them, Bai Xiaochun, is an acquaintance after seeing it... Many of them are people who built foundations with his help in Meteorite Sword Abyss. .

"Elder Zhongfeng has come from a long way, the head is closed, and he can only come over to receive it, please!" Xu Meixiang said with a smile, and her eyes swept over the crowd in the blood mist. ...is one of them.

"Master Xu is very polite, please!"

Song Junwan smiled and walked out of the blood mist. Bai Xiaochun and the other monks of the Blood Stream Sect also followed. When they stepped out of the blood mist, they looked at everyone from the Lingxi Sect. Comparing the evil spirits, everyone in the Lingxi sect has murderous intent.

Obviously, most of the disciples of this generation of Lingxi Sect's foundation-building have experienced blood and killing, and there are a lot of ground-based foundations. Although Song Junwan has heard of this, she still has her eyes narrowed.

As for Song Junwan and Xu Meixiang, the two walked in front, and when they talked to each other, they seemed polite, but in fact they were both testing.

As for the other disciples, there were also Lingxi Sect cultivators staring at them, so that everyone was under control.

Bai Xiaochun was in the crowd, and he was not an ordinary cultivator, but Tianjiao from the north shore, Bei Hanlie, his expression was serious and his eyes were sharp.

Watching this scene, Bai Xiaochun was very emotional. He realized that at this moment, for some unknown reason, he had a special urge to say hello to everyone.

Soon, the group flew into the Lingxi Sect Mountain Gate and came to Zhongdao Mountain. Most of the disciples on the north and south banks all the way raised their heads and looked coldly at the people of the Blood Stream Sect.

A chilling meaning continued to condense.

"It feels so good to go home, especially this kind of going home like a stranger." Bai Xiaochun was very excited, looked around, and took a few more glances at the woman behind the old lady of Iris Peak.

This woman was very young and beautiful, but Bai Xiaochun realized that she had never seen it before.

"It seems that there are a lot of newcomers on the North Shore." Bai Xiaochun felt like a senior, very pleased, and then glanced at Fatty Zhang who was following Xu Meixiang in the distance.

"Dad Zhang has also reached the tenth floor of Qi Condensation..." Bai Xiaochun was excited and emotional, but Bei Hanlie beside him became nervous. Every time Bai Xiaochun looked in one direction, he immediately became more vigilant, Bai Xiaochun's eyes were He looked at it, full of bloodthirsty and cruelty, and remembered all the rumors about the night burial, and couldn't help shaking his heart.

"The legend of this night burial is extremely ferocious, killing people like numbness, lustful and lustful, and has a great hobby for human blood. It is said that if you don't drink blood every day, you won't rest. He won't give up, he's a devil in the first place! But his personality is weird and changeable, his methods are cruel, damn, he actually looked at Junior Sister Fang... He looked at Fatty Zhang again, what did he want to do..." When Bei Hanlie was nervous, Bai Xiaochun suddenly turned around and smiled at him.

Bei Hanlie looked at this smile, with a coldness and cruelty, that's all, but he found that the night funeral in front of him actually raised his eyebrows when he was laughing at himself, as if to tease himself, and he couldn't help but gasp. , his face changed.

"Don't be nervous." Bai Xiaochun hurriedly persuaded him. He didn't say anything. As soon as he opened his mouth, Bei Hanlie's right hand clenched his fists, and a magic weapon appeared faintly.

Not only is he here, the other Lingxi Sect cultivators around him also noticed this scene, all of them looked at Bai Xiaochun with bad eyes.

Bai Xiaochun felt wronged and felt that he was just saying hello to an old friend, but the other party reacted so strongly... At this moment, Song Junwan, Xu Meixiang and others in the distance also noticed it. Looking back, Xu Meixiang's eyes narrowed, and Zhang Da was behind her. Fatty and Lu Tianlei have the same eyes, as does the old woman of Iris Peak.

They recognized at a glance that this was the blood stream sect, the famous night burial, and the portraits about the night burial had already spread. Especially Lu Tianlei, with a hint of provocation in his eyes, flicked his body, and walked straight to Bai Xiaochun.

After arriving at Bai Xiaochun's side, together with Bei Hanlie, they stared at Bai Xiaochun. Obviously, in the Lingxi Sect, the name of the night burial, the fierce flames raged into the sky.

Bai Xiaochun glared at Lu Tianlei and felt that he was no longer in the Lingxi Sect. Lu Tianlei seemed a little arrogant, and dared to provoke him.

"This is..." Xu Meixiang pretended not to know and asked.

"That's my junior brother who was buried at night." Song Junwan smiled slightly, and the conversation changed.

"I heard that the Lingxi Sect has a quasi-inheritance sequence for the foundation of the Heavenly Dao, named Bai Xiaochun, can I introduce you?" (To be continued.)