Pick a School Flower as Your Wife

Chapter 1177

Song Daiying's words silenced everyone and at the same time felt a heartache.

In the hearts of the members of the Hell Team, Jade Rakshasa is their sister-in-law, and this position cannot be shaken. However, when the boss had an accident, Qian Yilan's performance deeply touched their hearts.

With a heart of revenge, everyone entered this ancient site.

Seven people went together, but when Qian Yilan had just touched this ancient battlefield, Qian Yilan encountered an accident, was trapped in the Jedi, and there was no more news.

Until now, only three days before the disappearance of this ancient battlefield, Qian Yilan still has not appeared, and everyone has no hope.

"Three days later, we went south, and at all costs, we are determined to upset the Tianjiao, and the chickens and dogs are restless." Song Daiying took a deep breath. There was hatred in her heart, she dared to love and hate, Luo Feng had an accident, Qian Yilan She collapsed, but she had to play strong, taking care of Qian Yilan all the way, the pain in her heart was no less than anyone else.

"A girl from the Dunan Miao Village, once she chooses the one she loves, she will never give up her life." Song Daiying meditated countless times, and the flame of revenge burned endlessly.

In the ancient battlefield, by chance, Song Daiying got the inheritance of the ancient Zhuyoushu. The ancient Zhuyoushu is inextricably related to the land of Miao.

Everyone has opportunities.

After entering the ancient battlefield, the Leopard Shadow and the Gorefiend have been following Yanguilai's side, feeling the sword intent, and Yangui has no reservations, and they want to pass this life's unique knowledge to the two.

However, what makes Yan return extremely jealous is that in the images of the ancient battlefield, the spirit of the gorefiend pulled out an ancient sword, which contains the inheritance of "Swordsmanship". The real "Swordsmanship" cannot become a sword like myths and legends. Immortal, Yu Jian Hengkong traveled thousands of miles, but, hundreds of meters away, Yu Jian beheaded, it was no problem.

Leopard Ying received the inheritance of an "Ancient Swordsmanship", and Yan Huilai initially judged that the power of this "Ancient Swordsmanship" is no less than that of the Heavenly Swordsmanship.

Of course, the two apprentices had their own chances, and Yan Gui was happy from the heart.

"This is a group of abnormal ranks of Tianjiao." Yan Guilai could not help but sigh when he saw a few people began to practice desperately.

In a blink of an eye, three days passed.

The six people gathered together, looked at each other, their expressions were complicated, and they sighed deeply.

The ancient battlefield has gradually disappeared.

But Qian Yilan still did not appear.

There was a long silence.

Yan Guilai took a deep breath, "Let's go! The ancient battlefield is about to disappear, and this ancient site is about to disappear."

The six left and soon withdrew from this ancient battlefield that was about to dissipate. All the images were drifting with the wind.

The desolate atmosphere filled the world.

The empty battlefield, the mountains and the ground are cracked, as if they are performing a big bust.

In the final decisive battle of this ancient battlefield, the image suddenly dropped by air.

Nearly a hundred powerful warriors are besieging one person.

I can't see everyone's face, but the strength of the person being besieged can be deeply felt even after a distant era.

Surrounded, with one enemy and one hundred, still strong, one move and one style, but evil and terrible, as if to release the soul, using blood as the medium to launch a terrifying attack.

Below the decisive battle, there was a figure sitting cross-legged, the wind was turbulent, messy hair flying, covering the peerless face, occasionally the eyes flashed by, there was bloody, extremely terrifying aura.

"Sura, not a god, because he doesn't have the kindness of a god. But he is also a god, because he has the ability to kill a god." There was a voice that kept circling in her mind, repeatedly asking, "Not a god, No ghost, no human, I am Thousand Hands Shura, are you willing to pay homage to your soul and practice Shura magic?"

"I do."

The voice echoed on the gradually dispersing ancient battlefield, the blood was blazing, and the red was dazzling.

The body stood up and the ground shook.

In the ancient times, the existence of Shura's divine art was too defying and was considered as evil cultivation. Therefore, the ancient Shura was attacked by groups.

The scene that finally appeared on the ancient battlefield restored the terrible Shura of that era.

However, even the ancient Thousand Hands Shura would never think that Shura has long ceased to exist, only in folklore.

Today, there is a woman who has accepted the only Shura inheritance.

The woman is Qian Yilan who has disappeared.

The body is floating quietly in this vast space, the air seems to have become extremely turbid, this space is torn apart, about to collapse.

The only female Shura.

Suddenly, Qian Yilan opened her eyes, the original bright and clear eyes, at this moment, a little more evil charm, **** light, and passed by.

Suddenly, there was a squeaky cry, the situation changed color, both arms swayed lightly, and in a moment, the strength grew, and the illusions overlapped, as if carrying a thousand hands on his back, unable to distinguish the authenticity.

Boom! ! ! !

One second before this ancient battlefield completely collapsed and disappeared, Qian Yilan's figure disappeared and left like a ghost.

Otherwise, it will completely disappear with this piece of ancient battlefield.

The outside world is late at night.

The winter in Guangdong Province was extremely cold and wet, with drizzle in the sky, and a pavilion halfway up the mountain, six people had not left.

"At this time, the ancient battlefield should have completely disappeared." Song Daiying murmured, her eyes curling up the mountain from time to time, her red lips tightly pressed.

Until now, they still have the last glimmer of hope.

"Someone is coming!" Suddenly, all six people stood up at the same time, looking towards the top of the mountain.

Someone came down from the mountain!

Who will be this time?

The wind blew, long hair fluttering, and the moonlight reflected a peerless face.

"Lan Lan!" Song Daiying's eyes widened, she shouted excitedly, and rushed up.

Qian Yilan's figure stopped, her eyes seemed to be blurred, she stared at Song Daiying blankly, and after a while, she slowly returned to her senses and smiled.

"It's great, you're fine!" The rest of the people also rushed up, although they all felt that Qian Yilan's breath was a little different, but, entering the ancient battlefield and accepting certain inheritance, the probability is also high. Everyone agrees.

"Let's go to the small town at the foot of the mountain and find a hotel to stay in." Yan Guilai said in a deep voice, "The judge's strength, there are four days before we can truly step into the shackles. Four days later, we will set off together and head south to Dali. Search for the nest of Mantianjiao!"

As soon as the words fell, Qian Yilan's eyes were full of red light, as if an evil **** descended.

Yan Gui looked at this scene, a little frightened, what inheritance did Qian Yilan accept?

A group of seven people walked down this famous mountain.

At the foot of the famous mountain, some warriors even set up temporary tents and stationed here, hoping to get a great opportunity.

Tonight, many people can perceive the difference in famous mountains and stay awake all night. When the seven appeared on the trail down the mountain, they immediately fell into the sight of many people.