Broken Night

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Eight—Terrorist Daoist Woman

At this moment, all the tattooists and mortals of the first palace or below in the entire Nanshan passed out in front of their eyes! And even those with Er Gongwen's complexion changed greatly, and they rushed towards the whistling sound!

The bells of the five major families rang loudly!

That is the sound of the coming of the enemy!

"Return the Noble Phantasm to me!" Daoist Huang Quan, like a savage ghost, spread out her buns, and her sparse long hair fluttered in the wind, chasing after the round hood!

"Monster! The corpse pattern has not appeared in the world for many years, and it really hasn't gone extinct!" The figure slapped Xu Yan's dome down in the direction of the Heike family.

That figure is indeed Pingzhi!

Pingzhi is an alchemist and a physician in the Grand Master Realm, and he is also a tattoo master in the Hundred Pattern Realm!

He heard that Xu Yan was close to death that time, and Pingzhi, who had already regarded Xu Yan as the heir of Yi Port, would naturally not allow this to happen again. He quietly dropped a line to Xu Yan, which was where his mind was. As long as Xu Yan was in distress in the entire Pingnan area, he would know immediately.

That's why he was the first to arrive.

Looking at the Daoist Huangquan in front of him, Pingzhi's heart also jumped, his face was solemn, and the lines in front of him were crisscrossed, and it was a round pill!

Most of the medicinal pills are round. If there is no shape, color and aroma, it is difficult to tell which medicinal pill is. But if Xu Yan is awake, he can know what kind of pill is in front of him at a glance.

Extremely poor!

The lines in front of you are intertwined, forming an extremely poor pill!

As one of the few alchemists in the world who can refine the extremely poor elixir, this elixir greatly touched Pingzhi. It's not that its medicine can conquer the world and create the six palaces. But the meaning of extreme poverty.

Then Xu Shangfan, an alchemist, has started to study and improve the prescription since the second-order alchemy realm.

Neutralization is the most valuable thing, and there is no contention. Only pursue the extreme of its alchemy path, and seize the heaven and earth fortune.

He spent his whole life and created Jidan.

This kind of will makes Pingzhi transform the elixir pattern of the extreme poverty pill into a pattern [extreme poverty], which is also his life symbol! Mokan Pingzhi seems to be well-informed, but to deal with the legendary corpse pattern, Pingzhi is the best at life pattern talisman!

This [Extremely Poor], like a dan-like pattern, just appeared, and it was like a hill to suppress the Daoist Huangquan!

Daoist Huang Quan raised her head, and her ghost-like face screamed again: "Go away!"

Her two-legged palace and right-hand palace first lit up with a faint black light, and then injected into the heart palace, turning into her screaming voice!

The whistling sound was uttered, but it was not simple. The sound wave vibrations turned into black gas, forming a huge Specter, and collided with the hill-like [Extremely Poor]!

boom! ! !

Pingzhi's complexion changed, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, his face as white as paper! The figure fell staggeringly from the air!

At the same level, Daoist Huangquan broke Pingzhi's life talisman with a scream!

Then he chased after Xu Yan who had fallen towards the Hei family!

In her eyes, only Xu Yan, only that forearm bone, only her Noble Phantasm!

That is the Noble Phantasm that she has spent hundreds of years and hundreds of treasures of heaven and earth to cultivate!

It's just that the direction that Heizhi let Xu Yan fall is the Heike family.

Several roaring winds sounded, it was the powerhouse of the Heike family. They saw that Xu Yan was in the mask, and the breath of peace was in the mask, so naturally they did not stop it. Their figures crossed Xu Yan and met head-to-head with Daoist Huangquan!

Among them were Ping Zhengxiu, the four-pattern tattoo artist, and Ping Chenyi, the one-hundred-pattern tattoo artist, and the others were elders of the Heike family. They are also elders of Ke Qing, and they communicate with each other like Huangquan Taoist women on weekdays. As the Heike elders of the Heike family, in addition to silver taels, there are also various medicinal herbs to assist in training, which is why they have such strength to become Keqing.

The Ping family is an aristocratic family of Dan Dao, and all kinds of medicinal herbs are rare in the outside world.

This is a benefit that only Heike Hakka can have!

But at this moment, I saw that Daoist Huangquan was the murderer who had been committing murders in Pingnan for more than a month! One by one, they all shot in anger!

A tattoo artist of the four palaces, a tattoo artist of the hundred stripes, and several tattooists of the three palaces shot at the same time, this is so powerful!

But Daoist Huang Quan still didn't stop. With a single move of her right hand, the dark black light of that arm seemed to turn into substance at this moment. A shadowy figure appeared in the middle of it.

The figure was pitch black, like a shadow on the ground that stood up out of thin air, hanging in the void, holding a sword in his right hand.

The next moment, the hand holding the sword moved slightly.

A sword cut out, whistling through the air!

Then a dark, fuzzy figure flew out from her left foot. It was a stalwart figure, also like a shadow, with both hands constantly hammering her chest. As his hammer hit his chest, his momentum continued to skyrocket, and then turned into a devastating fist light!

These two figures are dignified, but their bodies are always filled with eerie and terrifying meaning!

The sword light and fist light collided with the attacks of several powerhouses in the Heike family!

In the Ping family, Ping Zhengxiu and Ping Chen vomited blood at the same time, and the elders of Keqing were even more stunned!

Ping Zhengxiu lost his voice and exclaimed: "[One sword to cross the river], [Fist of the sky]! Those are the famous skills of Li Renshao, the powerhouse of the four seasons in the north, and Hongsheng, the powerhouse of the Hong family! Those two figures... God!"

And Pingchen's expression was even more gloomy and uncertain: "The corpse pattern! They are all **** people!"

Although the Heike family and others were hit hard, Daoist Huang Quan was also abruptly stopped because of this collision!

swoosh swish...

Countless bursts of wind sounded!

Hundreds of figures are densely packed around, and those who can be here are at least the powerhouses above the Three Palace Realm or the Ten Pattern Realm. They are all the powerhouses of the five major families, and they are also the background of Pingnan.

One by one, they looked at the ghostly appearance of Daoist Huang Quan, and they were all in disbelief. Especially in the collision with the Heike family just now, with her only strength in the Fourth Palace, she was able to win slightly! ?

At this time, Ping Chenyi's voice had resounded throughout the sky: "Everyone! The old woman in front of me is the legendary corpse pattern person! The corpse pattern road, everyone gets it and kills it! Please wait with me, together. Kill this old woman!"

"At this moment, I am not asking you all on behalf of the Heike! But as a practitioner of the Southern Dynasty, I am asking for practitioners in the world!"

As soon as Pingchen's words fell, the Sun family, one of the other five major families, immediately said: "Patriarch Ping is polite! The corpse pattern is the enemy of our generation. It is everyone's responsibility to kill the cultivators of the corpse pattern!"

Countless cultivators from the Five Great Families responded, and even the Murong Clan, who was dissatisfied with the Hei Clan, did not say anything. Murong Yan knew that the cultivators of the corpse pattern must die. This is one of the unspoken rules of both the North and the South.

The Daoist Huangquan, who was surrounded by many, was full of black energy, like a ghost. That sparse long head fluttered in the wind, like a ghost that climbed up from Jiuyou. The black smoke of the shadow floated out from her right hand and left foot, and two tall black shadow silhouettes stood near her, as if guarding her.

There was no fear on her face, and she looked like a madman: "Since you want to kill Laodao, why should Laodao be afraid of a battle!?"