Nightfall

Tonight's battle, Ye Hongyu fought the sea first, then battled the palm masters, and finally shot against the middle-aged Taoist. This choice was very arrogant, even if she was the usual arrogant Ye Hongyu-because those three people were too strong, so strong Without any confidence in defeating one of them, this arrogance inevitably looks ridiculous and desperate.

But who is Ye Hongyu? How could she do ridiculous things? She did n’t even know how to write the word despair, so what was the purpose of her series of three hits?

Yes, her goal has never changed from the beginning to now! She never thought of running away, she never thought of leaving the Temple of Adjudication! Not only did she not escape, she also had to seize the middle-aged Taoist!

She wants to use the life of a middle-aged Taoist to change her life! There is no doubt that this is a very arrogant idea, and it can even be said to be a gamble. But she did it because she spared her life because she wanted that life!

Because, she has a fan cage.

In the battle tonight, she has no time, because Haotian has abandoned her, she has no one, because the lord has abandoned her, but she has the advantage.

Geography is where the feet stand.

She is now standing on the smooth slate.

She is in the Temple of Adjudication.

She is the ruling.

Tonight, she turned this murderous temple into a cage.

Fan Cang is no longer just arbitrating the temple's most powerful Taoism.

It became a real prison.

The former generation adjudicated the throne, standing on the wooden fence, and used the fan cage to close the former generation of the bright throne for more than ten years.

Tonight, she will also shut down middle-aged Taoists and suppress them.

The middle-aged Daoist looks dignified. The God of the World Stream is like a mud cow entering the sea. He closed his fingers and then flicked out one sleeve. The pure and sincere Taoist authentic Xuan Gong fell on the light curtain.

The light curtain rises from the ground and is stained with mottled blood, which is the body of Fan Cang.

The sleeve of the road was like a hammer. In the air of the ruling temple, several thunders thundered, but the light curtain could not be shaken.

Look at this scene. The expression of middle-aged Taoist people became heavier.

Hai He's face. It's even harder to see the extremes and swept at high speed.

They finally knew the arrangement of Ye Hongyu. Naturally, she couldn't let her succeed. It must be before Fan Cang's true body was formed. Break first. If you really let her put the middle-aged Taoist into Fan Cage. The ending tonight is unpredictable.

Xiong Chumo's chest and abdomen were deeply sunk, and thunder came out slowly, the majestic power. Coming from outside, fell on him, and then came out with thunder, bombarded in the Fan cage formation!

The sea followed, with a solemn expression and soft palms approaching, Haotian Shenhui burned violently again, as if to want to melt the fan cage rising from the bottom of the temple.

The middle-aged Taoist in Fan Cang array naturally would not be able to take his hand. He glanced solemnly at the night dome, and withdrew the hands of Tianxiaxishenzhi, he changed several shapes in front of him, fanning like butterflies!

Three unimaginable powerful forces are presented in three distinct forms, almost at the same time, falling on Ye Hongyu's body and falling on the Fan Cage Formation.

Countless bright lights came, instantly illuminating every corner of the Temple of Adjudication, illuminating the most subtle light of the Fan Cage Array clearly, as if there were countless suns in the night temple.

The light in its heyday is darkness, blinding both eyes. No matter Ye Hongyu, who is in the center of the light, or the other three, they can no longer see anything, only perceive.

The wounds on Ye Hongyu's body have become more and more dense, and the bleeding is getting more and more ill. She is expressionless and quietly looks at the middle-aged Taoist in Fan Cage. Although she can't see it, she still stares. With.

Blood flowed down to the ground and sewed down the ground, awakening the soul of the ruling temple for countless years, and the Fan Cage array that was attacked by the joint force, not only did not break, but became more solid.

At a certain moment, Sheng Ji's light and depth seemed to sound a solemn drink.

Fan cage array, eventually.

She finally succeeded in turning this ruling temple into a fan cage, trapping the most powerful enemy, protecting herself, or this is also a kind of self-trapping, but she is willing.

At that moment, the middle-aged Taoist man withdrew the butterfly to let go, slowly raised his head, the light gradually dimmed, he saw the blood-red Ye Hongyu, and then two streams of blood flowed out of his eyes.

Only in an instant, he was seriously injured under the suppression of Fan Cang Zhen.

But he remained calm.

Ye Hongyu is also very calm.

She had no upper body, and the beautiful curves made the night dome, the moon and stars in the night dome unobscured, and let the people in the night palace watch, revealing everything, but the expression was very calm.

She loosened the sword handle-from the beginning to the present, her Daojian made two notes, which failed to hurt Xiong Chumo and the middle-aged Taoist. Now, she no longer needs to produce the sword.

Xiong Chumo and Hai strike.

Because Fan Cang has become a success, as long as she is moved, the middle-aged Taoist will die.

The middle-aged Taoist stood quietly at Ye Hongyu across the murderous light curtain, and remained silent for a long time, his expression was a little complicated, some admiration, some dignity, some pity.

"It doesn't make sense," he said.

Ye Hongyu said: "Xiong Chumo and the sea are just two dogs. If they take their lives, it will naturally have no meaning, but Uncle Shi ... You are different, and the Lord will think you are alive."

The middle-aged Taoist man looked at her with pity and said, "Even if it is now, it is too late. Long Qing should have already started in the Song Dynasty. Even if I look down on the pity and want me to live, it no longer makes sense.

Hearing this, Ye Hongyu was silent.

"And ... you can't stop me."

The middle-aged Taoist reached into his arms and looked at her with emotion: "So, it doesn't make sense."

Ye Hongyu looked at his hand, Xiu Mei slightly picked, said: "You can't break the fan cage."

"When Wei Guangming rebelled from Taoshan, he once said, I have a bright heart, how can Fan Cang be trapped? I am not as strong as the bright old man. Your Fan Cage is stronger than the previous ruling, but you still can't trap me."

When the hand of the middle-aged Taoist reappeared, there was an extra book in his hand.

I don't know what material the book is made of. In such a terrible battle, he was not crushed by breathing hedges, nor could I see the old and the new. There is a subtle breath.

The middle-aged Taoist man looked at the book in his hand, hesitating and regretting.

Ye Hongyu vaguely guessed the origin of the book, and his expression changed suddenly.

"For a long time in the fan cage, the recovery will return to nature."

The middle-aged Taoist finally made up his mind and chanted slowly.

As he recited, the book in his hand slowly opened a page.

The book opened the first page, and that page instantly burned to ash.

A majestic force is very similar to the power of apocalypse. It burst out of the missing paper. The bombardment on the Fan Cage formation method was only more real than that of the Apocalypse!

With a loud bang, Fan Cang array trembled slightly.

Looking at this scene, I felt the magical power in that book. Ye Hongyu knew his guess was indeed true. The expression changed dramatically. Cold voice said: "Dare you dare to use the heavenly book as a weapon!"

Yes, the book in the hands of middle-aged Taoists is a book of heaven!

The Book of Words!

One page fell, and shocked the world!

Not to mention Fan Cang?

Ye Hongyu spread his arms. Ruling that the robe dances without wind, and the dark hair like a waterfall also dances wildly!

She wanted to use the fan cage of the ruling temple to resist the book of heaven!

The expression of the middle-aged Taoist is extremely dignified, because he found that one page of the book is not enough to break through this fan cage.

So, the book of heaven continues to burn!

The word rolls fell one by one, and the floor became ashes.

It seemed that the most primitive power of endlessness was released, and attacked the night palace!

The middle-aged Taoist man looked at Tianshu's writing, and became thinner and thinner in his own hands, and his expression became more painful.

Dao disciples, who destroyed the book by hand, who can afford it?

The fight between Fan Cage and Tianshu still continues.

The word scroll burned page after page, ruling that the temple was trembling, countless tiny cracks appeared on the stone wall, and the gravel fell down, as if to be an earthquake.

The battle has entered the most terrifying moment. It was previously deterred by the teaching apocalypse. At this time, there was such a big movement that the people on Taoshan were finally awakened.

Thousands of tens of thousands of priests and deacons stood on the mountain peaks and in front of the Taoist temples everywhere, looked at the black murderous temple by the cliff, and watched the temple shatter under the night vault, and his face was pale.

People are panicked, people are shocked and speechless, people are very confused and don't know what to do.

With a loud noise, the ruling southeast corner of the temple collapsed in response!

Numerous gravel shot up, and the peach branches in the depression below the mountainside, I don't know how many pieces were broken. Numerous clerical deacons knelt down with tears, dare not raise their heads, and dare not speak out.

There was smoke in the ruling temple.

Xiong Chumo stood outside the battlefield and his expression was extremely complicated.

This is the battle between the Tianshu Luozi scroll and the ruling temple. This is the epitome of the battle between Haotian and Daomen. Even with his power, it is difficult to join this level of battle.

It seems long, but it's actually very short.

The scroll of the book of heaven, in the hands of middle-aged Taoists, burned about half of the pages.

Fan cage array finally broke.

The ruling temple seems to collapse in the next moment.

Ye Hongyu was forcibly shaken back to the Mo Jade Seat by the power of the heavenly script.

Her face was pale, but her expression was still so indifferent.

The ruling temple was quiet for a long time.

No matter whether it is a middle-aged Taoist, or Xiong Chumo and Hai, he didn't speak. Looking at the blood-stained woman beside Moyu's seat, she felt respectful or a little bit afraid.

Almost, almost.

Facing Daomen's such a powerful squad lineup, the young ruling grand prince was only close enough to reverse the situation and even let the whole situation be introduced into her thoughts.

If the middle-aged Taoist didn't hold the Tianshu scroll. If he did not accept the command of the viewer and used the blasphemy as a weapon in the Taoist gate, then Ye Hongyu might really win.

Now she is defeated, really defeated, but in the face of such a strong enemy, she finally forced the opponent to show all her cards, destroying the semi-volume door to the treasure of the heavenly book, she has enough qualifications to be proud, and be respected.

It's a pity that I still didn't win.

Ye Hongyu's face was pale, not because she was seriously injured or because she was afraid of the imminent death, but because she knew that if she lost, Ye Su would die.

All her purpose tonight is to catch middle-aged Taoist people and take Ye Su's life.

The middle-aged Daoist said that it didn't make sense, but she still had to do it because Ye Su, her brother, for her, since many years ago, it was all the meaning of her being alive.

The middle-aged Taoist person put the Tianshu Luozi back into his arms with a pious expression, and then looked at Ye Hongyu and said very sincerely: "You are beautiful and powerful."

Ye Hongyu said blankly: "I know."

The middle-aged Taoist looked at her, and looked at the stubbornness in her deepest heart, as if she saw the little girl who likes to climb trees and bully Chen Pipi when she was a child.

"Unfortunately, you must die."

Ruling that the temple collapsed and Ye Hongyu was seriously injured, she had no other choice.

Middle-aged Taoist, Xiong Chumo and Hai still looked at her and stood in three corners.

She was defeated and she could only die because the door did not leave her a way.

She stood next to the Moyu God seat, behind which was the endless abyss cliff, that might be a road, but not a living road.

At this moment, she suddenly laughed, and the laughter was full of anger and unwillingness, and she seemed a little crazy.

She and Ye Su's brothers and sisters died for Daomen for many years and eventually died.

She was not reconciled, she did her best, but failed to recover.

But will she admit her fate? No, people like her and Ning Que seem to have super-pious beliefs, such as Haotian, such as the Academy, but in reality, they will only believe in themselves.

This point, even Haotian could not notice, even the Master could not see through.

Her laughter was very cold, very cold, like a sharp Dao sword, frozen by the snowy sea for tens of thousands of years, then pulled up and echoed in the Temple of Judgment, seeming to be chopping around.

The next moment, she stopped laughing and said, "I want to live."

Xiong Chumo looked at her mockingly and said, "Or, you can try to beg me."

Ye Hongyu ignored him and calmly repeated, "I want to live."

The middle-aged Taoist said: "You can't live."

Seeing the Lord's determination to kill Ye Su and destroy Protestantism, then she must die, especially after tonight, if she is alive, then Xiong Chumo will die, and the Taoist gate will fall into the sea of ​​fire.

Ye Hongyu said, "I will live."

She said very calmly, because it was not a begging, not a pleading, but a notice.

She told these powerful people and told the audience that she would live if she wanted to live.

The blood was flowing on her body, flowing through the delicate collarbone, the wonderful breast, and into the charming belly button, as if on a perfect body, walked through the life without regret.

"I didn't leave before because I wanted to do something. Now it seems that I haven't succeeded. Ye Su will probably die. Then I will naturally leave. Do you think you can keep me?"

She looked at the middle-aged Taoist, and said indifferently: "Half a volume of heavenly books, can't kill me."

The middle-aged Taoist frowned slightly, and seemed to have some problems.

Xiong Chumo looked at her and said, "How can you leave?"

He pointed to the cliff behind her ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Weirdly said: "Ning Que jumped, Haotian jumped, or do you want to jump? Do you think you can survive?"

Taoshan's cliff, high into the cloud, the most terrifying thing is the formation hidden inside, and the unimaginable dangers at the bottom of the abyss. Even Wei Guangming never dared to hope to leave like that.

Ning Que jumped without dying, that's because Haotian also jumped with it.

No matter how strong Ye Hongyu is, it is not Haotian.

If she jumped from here, she would definitely die.

The ruling temple is quiet, and the snow on the terrace is very beautiful.

Ye Hongyu looked at Xiong Chumo and laughed slightly.

She turned to the terrace.

Blood flowed all the way, and the snow touched the blood on her barefoot, and it melted.

When she came to the terrace, she leaned on the bar for a moment, and then she leaned down. (To be continued ...)