Lord of the Night

That afternoon, the Zhengnan headquarters of the Weiwo Zhengjiao offered sacrifices to the Heavenly Centipede God, and then held a meeting to deploy the action arranged by Young Master Feng Yun, with the chief officer of Zhengnan presiding personally.

That night, the chief officer of the Zhengnan headquarters of the Weiwo Zhengjiao died strangely in his bedroom.

The doors and windows were intact, and the furnishings were neat and tidy.

Even the shoes beside the bed were neatly arranged, and the concubine beside him was still sleeping soundly.

But the chief officer of Zhengnan was strangely separated from his head. The head and body were separated, but they were still tightly connected in the original position. Moreover, no blood flowed out. There was not even a trace of blood in the air.

No wonder the concubine slept comfortably, hugging the cold corpse and sleeping until the morning. When she found that the person next to her pillow was not awake, she pushed him coquettishly, and as a result, pushed his head down...

The concubine screamed, her soul was out of her body, and she stumbled out and shouted, almost scared crazy.

This assassination was extremely strange.

After the people from the Zhengnan headquarters came to check, they all felt weird.

It was almost suspected that it was a ghost or god who had done it.

No traces were left.

Feng Yun was reported to Feng Yun, who ordered the scene to be sealed off, and then sent experts to come immediately. After using spirit beasts to investigate bit by bit, no traces were found, but a faint smell was detected in the air.

"The Divine Weasel Cult!"

Feng Yun immediately reported it, and Yan Nan was furious!

Yan Nan's anger was not without reason. Now the war has just ended, and they are still developing tracking pills.

And all the Divine Weasel Cults have moved underground again.

On the side of the Weiwo Zhengjiao, Yan Nan thought the plan reported by Feng Yun was feasible and just approved it.

As a result, a chief officer of Zhengnan died immediately there.

And the chief officer died after the sacrifice!

This is simply a provocation!

"Speed ​​up the action!" Yan Nan felt that his breath was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't even utter it. He was so angry that he almost exploded.

Then he went underground.

The Star God Temple.

Duan Xiyang was in seclusion inside.

Obviously, it has reached a critical moment.

Yan Nan stood quietly in front of the temple door, and could feel two terrifying forces tearing each other apart.

That was still a level that he could not understand.

One of them, Yan Nan could clearly feel, was the power of the Heavenly Centipede God induced by the White Bone Spear.

And the other power was even more bizarre.

Yan Nan could even guess how miserable Duan Xiyang should be now under the pressure of the two forces.

But this was necessary.

Duan Xiyang finally felt a little bit of traces of divine power attack, so he had to induce the power of the Heavenly Centipede God and let the two divine powers collide in his body.

In extreme pain, he was looking for the way forward bit by bit!

Duan Xiyang, who was now in this hall, was actually on the verge of annihilation every moment! Every collision of divine power was a life-and-death crisis countless times.

Duan Xiyang was equivalent to groping for that ray of light on the verge of death tens of thousands of times!

At this critical juncture, let alone a great cultivator like Yan Nan, even a young child who doesn't know martial arts, a sudden scream is enough to make Duan Xiyang go crazy and die!

Therefore, Yan Nan was worried that Duan Xiyang would retreat somewhere else, so he arranged it here directly, and he also moved his office here to protect the law in person.

There must be no mistakes.

"The road of the great way..."

Yan Nan's white eyebrows moved, and he sighed in his heart. He knew very well in his heart: he was actually at the end of the martial arts just like Duan Xiyang.

If you want to break through, you also need to go through this.

However, Yan Nan understood more clearly: Duan Xiyang might be able to break through in such a crisis, but he could never do it.

Because he could never be as pure-minded as Duan Xiyang!

Such a sudden enlightenment of the great way in millions of lives and deaths, with a little distraction, can immediately kill and disappear!

And he knew clearly that the two divine powers that Duan Xiyang was using now were both evil gods. Whether it was the Heavenly Centipede God or the strange God Weasel God, the divine thoughts were full of destructive malice.

Once Duan Xiyang lost his balance, he would die immediately.

Both divine thoughts would devour him immediately and would not give him any chance to live!

"My eldest brother walked out of here and became invincible."

Yan Nan felt the surging energy inside and thought silently in his heart: "The third brother went in and barely saved his life, but was seriously injured... He has not come out yet."

"I don't know how long Old Duan can hold on..."

Feeling the divine thoughts whistling inside, Yan Nan stayed for a while and went back.

If the divine thoughts are still whistling, Duan Xiyang is fine.

"Old Duan, I hope you succeed!"

...

In the sky above the clouds of the Guardian headquarters, it is unknown how high it is.

Xue Fuxiao, dressed in white, sat cross-legged in the void.

On his knees, there was a knife.

The love-slashing knife.

He just sat in the void.

After a long time, suddenly, a knife light shot up into the sky and chopped towards the higher part of the void!

He was still sitting, and the sword of love was still on his knees.

But the sword light had already rushed into the sky.

As the sword energy passed by, the Nine Heavens Gale suddenly stopped for a moment, as if it had been cut off by a sword!

After a pause, it blew again.

Xue Fuxiao's face was calm, and he just sat there.

The sword energy kept rushing towards the sky.

He had been practicing like this for a long time.

Feng Yunqi and Dongfang Sansan stood in the distance, watching Xue Fuxiao practice sword.

"Master Xue's cultivation can be said to be astonishing in the past and today!" Fengyun Qi sincerely praised.

"not enough!"

Dongfang Sansan shook his head slightly.

There was a faint worry on Qinghui's face.

"Not enough?"

"Yes, not enough."

Dongfang Sansan sighed: "The biggest obstacle to Xiaoxue's current sword is that there is no opponent! No response!"

"Just cutting Xu Miao... won't work."

Feng Yunqi said in astonishment: "Do you still want to let some being from the sky suddenly take action, why don't you fight back?"

"That's best."

The Three Three Ways of the East.

"!!!"

Feng Yunqi was shocked. The words just now were purely sarcastic. He never expected that Dongfang Sansan would actually affirm it.

"Do you know why Xiaoxue stabbed the sky?" Dongfang Sansan asked.

"I don't know."

"Haha, Xiaoxue is using his ever-expanding sword energy to attack any god in the void."

Dongfang San's eyes were like eagles: "We don't have the conditions for a solipsistic religion, so we can only use this stupid method."

"The meaning of Xiaoxue's sword is to launch an attack and provoke. As long as any god passes through the void when he draws his sword, or senses his sword energy, he will strike back casually, or look at him... …Even if it’s a response.”

"It just needs to happen once!"

"It's a pity that Xiaoxue has wielded his sword hundreds of millions of times, but has never encountered one. But he has no other choice but to use this stupidest way to practice his sword!"

"Because we don't know if there are gods in this void, or if there will be gods passing by. We don't even know whether Xiaoxue's sword energy can reach the point where gods can take a look."

"Every time he practices, Xiaoxue is actually making progress, but every time, he doesn't get the progress he really wants."

Dongfang Sansan sighed deeply.

"I understand, is this the final transformation of martial arts? But this way... is too stupid."

Fengyunqi Road.

"There is no other way. Besides, someone has succeeded before."

The Three Three Ways of the East.

"who?"

"Zheng Yuandong, the only leader of the orthodox religion, defies heaven and beats the gods!"

Dongfang Sansan Su Rong said.

"That time was proof!"

"Then this..."

Feng Yunqi wanted to say that what Zheng Yuandong did that time was different from what Xue Fuxiao did now, but after thinking about it, he shut up.

Because now, there is no other way.

Xue Fuxiao can only go on like this.

Because they have no God!

What's more, Xue Fuxiao is actually practicing Kung Fu like this. Even if he doesn't achieve the best goal, he still practices hard every day, which is beneficial.

He could only sigh and say: "If someone comes across and strikes back casually, or even takes a look, Xue Fuxiao may not be able to withstand it."

"So that's what worries me the most."

Dongfang Sansan said calmly: "This is what I am most looking forward to, and it is also what I am most afraid of."

He sighed and said softly: "Those who have gods will follow the path, and those who do not have gods will fight."

The meaning revealed in this sentence caused the two of them to fall into silence.

For a long time, I watched the snow holding the flute in the distant sky, sitting quietly like a stubborn stone, and the light of the sword kept rushing up, slashing towards the blue sky! Knife after knife.

Fighting for the future, fighting for the destiny.

The two returned silently.

Only Xue Fuxiao was left working tirelessly in the unknown high altitude, constantly drawing out the knife, drawing out the knife, drawing out the knife...

This is an unimaginable effort, and it is also unimaginably boring, and it is a hopeless wait!

But Xue Fuxiao has been working so hard... and has never slacked off at any time. Even if you are desperate, there is still the word "hope" after all!

Because the mainland needs this knife!

…

Fang Che received the reply, and his heart immediately dropped.

"It is indeed Master Jiu's arrangement."

"As expected of the old silver coin, such a big hidden mine was buried here!"

"No wonder Yan Beihan is stuck here. The key point of this game actually lies with me. As long as I don't come, Yan Beihan will never be able to pass this level in his life! Therefore, Dongfang Military Advisor only needs to wait until Yan Beihan has searched everything. When everyone can’t make it, come to me again, that’s it.”

"Then no matter whether I ask for permission or not, as long as I come forward, this level will be over. I have to say... it's so sinister."

"But at the moment, it seems that there is only one obstacle for me: defeating Shi Changjian."

Fang Che lay on the bed and frowned in thought: "According to the stone sword in the Yin and Yang world, it is not difficult for me to hit him. But it is said that this guy entered the sword tomb and received the initiation... This is a bit uncertain. ”

"The key is that Yan Beihan and others haven't figured out what level of cultivation Shi Changjian has now. To put it simply, none of the younger generation here can win."

"Logically speaking, it shouldn't be. If Shi Changjian's own cultivation level can reach the point where even super demons like Bing Tianxue can't see it, then I'm going to give a shit in this battle? "

"So, there must be something else strange in it."

Fang Che thought about it and simply meditated.

Practice for one night.

Yan Beihan's room.

Yan Beihan was reading a book, his face was soft and his eyes were smiling.

Bi Yunyan and Feng Xuechen stayed on the cold bed in Yanbei.

The three girls were sitting cross-legged on the bed playing games.

A card game popular among solipsists.

The bet is simple: lose and take off your clothes.

I lost all my clothes and got spanked.

"A pair of rabbits!" Bi Yunyan played.

"A pair of foxes were crushed to death!" Feng Xue piped up.

"Beat a pair of wolves to death!" Chen Xue refused to be outdone.

"A pair of tigers!"

"A pair of dragons, explode!"

"Three sheep and two rabbits, let's go! You two lose!"

Feng Xue laughed loudly, imitating the man's voice and said viciously: "Take off your clothes, I!"

Bi Yunyan and Chen Xue complained to each other while taking off their clothes: "You have such stinky hands!"

Then: "Again!"

Yan Beihan just read a book for a while, and there were already three little white sheep on his bed.

Moreover, Bi Yunyan, who had lost the most, had her butt turned red. Feng Xue and Chenxue were merciless, and every slap made her buttocks roll.

I have to say that after taking Qiongxiao flower, it is particularly enjoyable to fight.

"Kneel down, get down! Pout up!"

Chen Xue and Feng Xue roared together.

"Xiaohan, come and save me..."

Bi Yunyan knelt down and begged for help. Then he screamed: "Ah!!!"

Yan Beihan sighed and used his kung fu to unlock the ear shields: "Didn't you three just vow to practice hard yesterday?"

The three girls chatted: "Practice is not as fun as this..."

"It's really..."

Yan Beihan never participated in their games.

After all, leadership dignity must be maintained.

He said with a headache on his face: "Tell me about the three of you. You are usually cold and frosty outside, but in private you are all crazy bitches... How would you behave if someone saw you like this? !”

"We have the spiritual blockade made by Fengzu that Sister Xue brought out. How can we let others see it!"

The three women didn't care at all.

Yan Beihan sighed and was about to speak when there was a knock on the door outside.

Bing Tianxue's voice: "Xiaohan?"

The three women screamed, shook off the quilts and huddled together to lie down, barely covered by one quilt.

Only three beautiful heads were exposed, and their eyes were closed, indicating that I had fallen asleep.

Yan Beihan opened the door: "Aunt Bing?"

Bing Tianxue walked in: "Hey, these three are already asleep? Why are they still sleeping together? This relationship is really good."

"Yeah yeah."

Yan Beihan smiled dryly: "They have a good relationship."

"Xiaohan, this night demon has something on him."

Bing Tianxue leaned in front of the table and sent a message to Yan Beihan: "I just monitored the entire camp with my spiritual mind, and found that there was a place that I couldn't enter with my spiritual mind. After careful inspection, I found out that it was the Night Demon. I couldn't actually monitor him. ”

Yan Beihan was stunned for a moment, and then sent a message back: "Aunt Bing, he is practicing the Hattian Sword."

"So he is the successor of the Chief Protector?"

Bing Tianxue was really shocked now.

"Yeah, but after giving him a new look, you will also know the characteristics of the Hattian Sword. If the hatred is not rampant, others will not be able to recognize it."

Yanbei cold road.

"I see."

Bing Tianxue was relieved: "Then it will be up to him tomorrow. This younger generation can't get through, and they are holding their breath. If it is according to my wishes, it will be pushed straight away, and no chicken or dog will be spared."

"Then we won't be able to carry out our next plans."

Yan Beihan sighed.

"That's true."

Bing Tianxue said: "You should also rest early and stay energetic tomorrow. As the team leader, your performance is very important."

"I understand." Yan Beihan nodded.

Bing Tianxue glanced at the bed and saw that the three women were still sleeping soundly, leaning against each other closely.

So as soon as he stretched out his hand, the spiritual energy in the air condensed into water, turning into a water ball as big as a watermelon in his hand.

Yan Beihan: "..."

The three girls didn't know, so they closed their eyes and pretended to sleep.

Bing Tianxue's palms were filled with white air, and in an instant the water polo turned into a dozen small ice lumps.

Said: "Then I'm leaving."

Then he floated to the bedside silently, lifted the quilt at lightning speed, and threw a large pile of ice balls in.

Suddenly the bed was full.

"Ahhhh..."

The three girls suddenly screamed and jumped up like little white sheep. In an instant, the waves were undulating and bouncing.

Bing Tianxue laughed loudly and had already left.

Yan Beihan couldn't laugh or cry...

The three girls were all coquettish, but they didn't dare to scold, and quickly cleaned themselves up. The worst one was Feng Xue, because it was so big and erect that it actually held an ice lump...

…

Early the next morning.

Fang Che got up.

Although he was a specially invited guest by Yan Beihan, his status was the lowest here.

Fortunately, Fang Che had a good memory and remembered the names of everything Yan Beihan introduced yesterday.

After a few simple greetings, everyone responded lightly, while a few old devils walked by indifferently.

It was different when Bing Tianxue came out: "Night Demon, how was your rest yesterday?"

"Fortunately, thank you for your concern, senior."

"I care about you!"

Bing Tianxue said: "There are many enemies in your family here. I'm worried that someone cut off your head last night."

"..."

At this moment, Yan Beihan came out.

He is a tall and talented man, wearing a white-collar cloak with dark purple lines. Behind him, Bi Yunyan, Feng Xue and Chenxue are like three big ice cubes of national beauty and fragrance, with a sense of keeping strangers away from them.

Let anyone feel that these three women are aloof, aloof, arrogant, respectful, and unattainable.

The four beauties appeared together, making the bright and colorful flowers and plants lose their color.

Zhou Meier followed closely behind.

Then came a team of female masters, all of whom were also very beautiful, but as cold as ice.

"Night Devil, come to me."

Yanbei cold road.

"yes."

Bing Tianxue led the team, followed closely by Yan Beihan, then Fang Che, Feng Xuechen, Xue Biyunyan...

Among the pink army, there is a bearded night devil.

Soaring into the sky.

Then all kinds of demons followed.

Sweeping across the sky.

Bing Tianxue took the lead, waving his bare hands, and rushed forward in an invincible manner without any scruples.

Naturally, he carries a domineering aura.

Outside, the mountains are covered with snow.

There was a heavy snowfall last night, which made everyone in the world wear clothes.

The snow has fallen now, but there is still confusion in the sky.

Fang Che couldn't help but think of the blizzards in the summer, and couldn't help but feel irritated.

Now, labor and management don’t want to see snow!

Ahead, there are mountains. The peaks are like a huge embrace, neatly arranged.

There are many things happening.

It is the gate of Futu Mountain.

Because the Only Self Orthodox Sect has been here during this period, the conflict between the two sides has become clear, and the Futu Mountain Gate has removed the blind formation at the gate.

Very simply put on a confrontational situation with open swords and clear guns.

The message conveyed is just one: What do you want? Labor and management are all here to help!

This caused Fang Che to feel a sense of lawless hooliganism when he saw the mountains.

Front.

A hill was completely flattened, with four big characters on it!

"Buddha Mountain Gate!"

These four words carry infinite killing intent and arrogance, as if they want to look down on the sky and measure the world with their swords!

Then there was a mountain, with a piece cut off. Twenty feet wide, the sides are extremely smooth.

Smooth and neat.

Within the twenty-foot width that was cut off, a gate was built.

It is the mountain gate of Futu Mountain Gate.

"That's awesome!"

Fang Che couldn't help but praise in his heart.

It’s hard not to praise it, saying it’s ‘Mountain Gate, Mountain Gate’, but Fang Che has never seen such a real ‘Mountain Gate’.

It turns out that a mountain is opened with a door?

What a real experience!

He stepped into the mountain gate and walked several hundred feet forward.

It's an open space.

A ring was erected, blocking the way.

On both sides of the arena, from low to high, stands were actually arranged.

But the intention is also obvious: there is no way forward!

If you can't beat this arena, don't enter my Futu Mountain Gate. This kind of attitude does not need to be expressed in words, but is revealed through all the decorations.

From entering the mountain gate to this arena, there was not even a single person to receive them, which fully demonstrated how unwelcoming the Buddha Mountain Gate was.

Bing Tianxue shouted angrily: "Qu Changkong! My old friend is here and he hasn't come out yet!"

In one word, the mountains roared.

There are countless snows all around, falling from the trees on the mountain.

A clear and elegant voice on the other side said calmly: "Master Han, I made it very clear beforehand that if no one in the younger generation can defeat us, there is no need for us to talk, and there is no need to meet!"

"As for the matter in the arena, naturally someone will contact you. There is no need for me to come forward personally."

The person opposite Qu Changkong is very tough.

Bing Tianxue said: "I'm not calling you for anything else, but to compete with you again. How about it?"

"Hahahahaha..."

Opposite Qu Changkong laughed a lot, and then said: "I disappoint Master Han. I have had a habit since I was a child of not going out as long as it snows."

"..."

His nose was crooked due to the ice and snow.

Wishful thinking came to nothing.

She was still thinking that today would be a God-given opportunity to give the opponent a good beating; she did not expect that the opponent actually knew the characteristics of her technique.

Bing Tianxue has been very happy since welcoming Fang Che Xiaxue yesterday, and has been preparing for a battle all night.

As a result, the other party stopped coming out.

And he also gave a ridiculous reason: I have had a habit since I was a child!

Bing Tianxue cursed loudly: "You were so brave back then, even if you intercepted and sealed the deputy leader on a snowstorm night, you followed the bullshit habits you had since childhood!"

Qu Changkong said in a voice: "That's why I was seriously injured that time."

"..."

Bing Tianxue was immediately speechless, and her pretty face turned dark.

All he could do was curse bitterly: "Old fox."

I can only give up.

Just as the two of them were saying a few words, a group of men in black, led by a middle-aged man with a long beard, came quickly from the gate of Futu Mountain.

In order, more than two hundred people walked forward, giving the impression that a mountain of swords was approaching!

Yan Beihan looked at the other party and said softly: "This middle-aged man is now the head of Futu Mountain Sect. He never returns a sword without turning back. It is said that the sword he practices can only move forward, not backward, so he is known as 'No Return Sword'!"

Fang Che's eyes were already on Shi Changjian who was following Qu Wuhui.

This is my opponent today.