Nightfall

The Xiling Temple was about to descend. It was incredible. The shocking Taoshan mountain boiled. There were crying and sorrowful cursing everywhere. However, Yu Lian said on behalf of the academy that it was not allowed to descend.

This is even more incredible, so Taoshan is silent, silent. The middle-aged Taoist frowned and looked at Yu Lian for a long time. His voice was slightly dumb and asked, "Why?"

From the perspective of the Xiling Temple, the Academy has no reason not to accept your surrender, because Daomen still has a very strong strength. The reason why the temple is willing to surrender is because the real leader of Daomen, who seems to be very tall in the vast light Master Zhang's boss has no battle.

To be more precise, Xiu Chumo was drunk and hidden by Yulian in the back hill of the Academy several years ago, and after being severely injured, the vast light could no longer cover the small one in his god's robe. , Ye Hongyu jumped into the abyss, he could no longer suppress his inner fears, he didn't understand what was going on in this world, why did Haotian abandon Daomen, or why did the door abandon Haotian.

After a long period of psychological struggle, Xiong Chumo decided to surrender, only to be able to survive, or the Academy and Tang State can give him enough status. Wasn't war always the same? He and other great temple figures were persuaded or suppressed by him, so middle-aged Taoists would naturally not object.

The Xiling Temple decided to surrender, and it must have gone through a very complicated process or even a **** struggle. However, if Yu Lin thought carefully for a while, or could think clearly, the problem is that after listening to the words of middle-aged Taoist miss you. He calmly and indifferently expressed rejection, why?

Yu Lian did not answer the middle-aged Taoist question because it did not need to be answered.

The surrender of the Xiling Temple will inevitably propose some conditions, such as Xiong Chumo to live, middle-aged Taoist to live, sea to live, He Mingchi to live, many people must live, and these conditions. She and Ning Que, who are not present, will never accept it. Then, she would not allow the other party to descend.

The morning breeze flicked, the yellow skirt swayed slightly, and the black ponytail swayed gently. Her hands are still behind her back. The middle-aged Taoist looked at the grandmaster who looked like the girl. I feel a little cold.

Without surrender, there will be battle. The battle between the academy and Daomen lasted for thousands of years, and finally the final victory will be divided. The eyes of countless people on the cliff face looked at the gigantic gigantic dragon.

Lord Nei's figure teaches adults as tall as in the past few decades.

At this moment, he is the spiritual sustenance of tens of thousands of people in the Xiling Temple. There are many Taomen strongmen on Yaping. As long as the palm master can fight Yuju, then the temple still has hope.

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The outcome of this millennium war, no matter who wins or loses, will inevitably be magnificent. This battle will inevitably last a long time, from the early morning to the evening, it is normal.

The four seniors placed the hourglass on the stone. He used calculations to arrange strategies. A thick incense was ignited in the Haotian temple, or it is meaningless to sacrifice heaven now, but it can also be used to calm the god.

There is a bright red flower blooming in Taoshan. In the eyes of many people, Ye Hongyu walked to the cliff and looked at the huge shrine in front of the temple. The **** ruling robe fluttered in the wind.

She didn't need to say anything, everyone knew what she meant, Taoshan was in an uproar.

She wants to fight with Xiong Chumo.

The figure in the shrine was towering and immobile.

Poseidon stood indifferently in front of Yan.

This great priest of the South China Sea is a strong man who knows the pinnacle of his fate. He is qualified to fight Ye Hongyu.

Behind the sea, there are more than ten strong men from the South China Sea, including two who know the realm.

On the side of the academy, there are Yulian, Ye Hongyu, Chen Pipi and Tang Xiaotang.

The middle-aged Taoist glanced at Yu Lian and walked back to the side of Juyong.

In terms of the quantity and quality of the strong, the Xiling Temple is not weak, but only slightly inferior.

Yu Lian understood the meaning of the middle-aged Taoist who looked at herself, but she didn't care. There was no extra emotion on the young face, and she didn't want to explain what is really strong.

In her cognition, Jun Mo is very strong, the younger brother is very strong, and Ye Hongyu is also very strong. Since she wants to play this game, then let her play, and there will be no surprises.

She even felt a little bored.

So she looked north again, as before, as if there was something worthy of attention.

A cool morning breeze rose, blowing her thin eyebrows.

The Xiling Kingdom is a distance away from the East China Sea, but the winds here often come from the sea, generally east winds, and the winds that had previously flicked in the morning light are east winds.

The wind blowing at this time came from the far north.

Yulian's expression changed slightly, and her young face became pale for some reason.

She turned and looked at the giant dragon in front of Haotian Temple.

The dark ponytail sways, and two black shadows are written on the dark sky.

The younger brothers and sisters saw that she had some problems with her emotions and was surprised.

Tang Xiaotang asked, "Teacher, what happened?"

Yu Lian said: "I'm leaving."

When she said this, her expression was calm and her voice did not tremble, but anyone could hear her anxiety and anger, with an indisputable taste.

The decisive battle is about to start. As the most powerful sister of the college, she wants to leave?

What about the next battle?

The Academy and Tang Guo will see the final victory, but are they forced to retreat?

Suddenly Yu Yu's decision was beyond everyone's expectations, but none of the colleagues expressed dissent because they had guessed something and their expressions changed.

At this moment, Yulian's immature face flashed a harsh color, and then she took a breath.

There was a strong wind on Yaping.

Her chest suddenly swelled, as if to **** the air from the entire Taoshan into her body.

Her face was suddenly pale, without any blood, as if she had been seriously injured, her eyes were suddenly bright, but the corners of her eyes began to bleed, which seemed extremely scary.

It's not the wind, it's the breath of the world of Taoshan, as she breathes. Keep pouring into her body!

There is a vision between heaven and earth, and the green trees in Taoshan sway constantly, throwing those residual snow down.

Ye Hongyu turned to look at the cliff, his expression slightly sullen, thinking that even if you are a cicada for twenty-three years, and your body is as strong as a rock, how can you absorb so much air in a short time?

The breath of heaven and earth is still pouring into Yulian's body.

The conflict between the number of horrors broke her eyes and shook her ponytails. The black hair spread like a waterfall. Then it flew with the wind from the north.

The wind is quiet and falling.

It wasn't until this time that people saw clearly that her black hair was getting longer!

however. No matter how long her black hair grows. But still as before. Hanging in the knee.

Because she is growing tall!

The childishness on Yu Lian's face gradually receded.

Her breath gradually rose until she was majestic.

In a few minutes, she started as a girl. Became a girl.

Looking at this scene, the middle-aged Taoist expression gradually faded. He has read the book of sand in the Tianshu, and he knows that many sects in the world have secret methods, and Taoism also has secret methods similar to burning life to gain great power, but he never knows which secret methods will let a person go through a long time!

If Ning Que was absent on Yaping, he would immediately see the practice of Yu Lian because of the fragments of lotus consciousness in his knowledge of the sea, and because he was on the Xuehu Lake when he saw Xiahou instantly age for decades.

This is the unspoken secret of Mozong.

In an instant, Yulian lost ten years.

She turned those years, or life, into power.

The good news is that there is no whitehead in the world.

She was originally a childish girl.

Ten years later, she became a woman with a gentle look, but a cold woman between her eyebrows.

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Yu curtain reached into the air.

Tang Xiaotang handed the iron bar to her hand.

She held the iron rod at both ends with her hands, slowly passing by, and the sharpness reappeared slowly, with cold light.

Another wind came from the north, as if urging something.

She did not borrow the east wind and disappeared when the north wind rose.

From the cliff to the temple, there is a road paved with bluestones.

There were countless cracks in Titicaca, numerous cracks appeared on the bluestone road, and many cracks appeared.

Yulian had come to the temple.

She came before Juyong.

There is a sea in front of him.

This bright descendant from the South China Sea, with his hands burning with a blazing flame, looked down at her with solemn expression.

Yulian did n’t even look at him, did n’t stop, and ran into the fire wall directly-she was too fast, and the space seemed to be deformed, and the burning Haotian Shenhui brought out two flame.

Like the wings of a firebird.

In fact, that is the wings of the cicada, that is her world.

The darkness in front of the temple was that the glory of the palm **** could not be illuminated, but at this time she was illuminated.

There was a muffled noise.

Like a meteorite falling from high altitude, whistling for more than 100 days, and finally landed on the ground.

The earth is torn apart, not to mention people.

The sea shattered directly into countless flesh and blood, then purified by Haotian Shenhui into blue smoke.

After his death, Haotian Shenhui spewing out of his palm still exists, and even burns his body. This only shows that Yu Yu's speed has reached an unimaginable level.

Frightened emotions enveloped the Yaping in front of the temple. The priest from the South China Sea wanted to shout. The pale fisherman with soft legs was about to sit down, but nothing had happened before.

Yulian entered the huge shrine, and the tremendous light suddenly shook, as if it would go out at any time.

Xiong Chumo's angry roar sounded, and he was prepared for this old opponent. He didn't dare to take it lightly. In a flash, he entered the realm of apocalypse!

The prevalence of Protestantism has the most direct effect on the weakening of Haotian on earth. Although Haotian in the kingdom of God has also become much weaker, the power he obtained through the apocalypse is still so majestic!

The shrine roared again and again!

Then the shrine shattered suddenly!

The seventy-six mantles hanging on the banks of the dragon dance with the wind and go straight into the sky.

When the mantle fell, the smoke and dust also converged, showing the real picture between the scenes.

Yulian stood quietly, with blood on her lips.

Xiong Chumo stood opposite her, and could not see any wounds on her body.

This is the first time many priests in the Xiling Temple have seen the true face of the masters. The thin, ugly, and old Taoist people surprised them, but they now want to know more about the outcome of this battle.

Yulian turned.

On Xiong Chumo's body, a clear knife edge appeared, then the second, the third ...

The breath of death was splashing, his robe was broken, countless knives appeared deep or shallow, and finally it was dense and countless, I am afraid that there are so many ways!

Xiong Chumo knelt down, covered with blood, still undead.

He looked at the figure of the woman who was going away, covering his chest in pain, feeling that the heart cut by the knife into petals was cracking, and his eyes were full of despair and perplexity.

"why?"

Why can you be so fast? Why can you slash 13,600 knives in such a short time? Why don't you accept my surrender? Why did you choose the method of jade and jade burning so decisively, even if you may be seriously injured? Why are you so anxious?

Why am I still scared in the end?

Why are you a cicada for twenty-three years?

Why do you have me in the world?

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Yu Lian didn't know what Xiong Chumo was kneeling on the ground, and she didn't care what he was thinking.

Unlike Xiong Chumo's idea, although Dao and Demon are not mutually exclusive, she has never regarded him as a lifelong enemy, because she has always looked down upon him, how he deserves

She walked to the cliff, looked at the middle-aged Taoist, and then jumped down.

The hourglass on the rock by the cliff had just shed a few strands of fine sand.

The incense in Haotian Temple has just burned a very shallow layer.

Taoshan is quiet.

Deadly.

No one speaks because they do n’t know what to say.

There was no shout of shock, because people were shocked by some numbness.

-This war between the Academy and Daomen, everyone thinks, will last a long time. However, what happened just now? People think they are crazy, otherwise how can they see the blink of an eye and the battle ends? How could there be such a thing in the world?

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The middle-aged Taoist man looked at the cliff, where Yulian jumped before, silent.

He understood what she meant in one glance.

She killed Xiong Chumo and then the sea.

Now, the Xiling Temple can be lowered.

Of course, some people also die.

Xiong Chumo is not dead yet.

"I should probably thank her for leaving you with me in the end ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Ye Hongyu looked at him covered with blood, then remained silent, and didn't continue to say anything.

She turned and walked to the cliff, looking at the rising sun that finally jumped out of the clouds in the direction of the East China Sea.

The construction of the Xiling Temple took countless years.

It's destruction, but only need an early morning.

Taoshan was red and warm in the morning light, and even the residual snow became red.

Chaoyang turned out to be blood.

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