Pretending To Be a Holy Place, I Was Signed For a Thousand Years

"Master, what is that?"

On the mountain road below, there were three people rushing along in the moonlight.

The one who spoke looked like a servant boy, wearing a green felt hat, looking up at the light in the sky.

A man next to him was holding a folding fan, breathing heavily. He was clearly a rich boy. Hearing this, he looked into the distance, his eyes lit up, and he asked, "Uncle De, are there two sword immortals fighting in the sky?"

The Uncle De in his mouth was a skinny old man, and he said with a solemn expression: "Master, this is indeed two people fighting, and their cultivation realm... is far better than this old man! Go, let's go quickly, don't be affected. Chiyu!"

But the young man holding the folding fan was obviously very interested in this kind of thing and stopped directly.

He shook his hand and said, "Uncle De, Ah Fu, let's go to the mountain over there and see what the sword fairy looks like!"

It turned out that they came from Nanling City to the Qiongyu Sword Sect, and the three Sikong Jianli who Xunxian asked.

The two were helpless. In the face of such danger, the young master of his own family didn't know how to escape, and he even thought of going inside.

It's really dead.

But the young master was very stubborn, Uncle De and A Fu looked at each other, do you want to knock him out and take him away?

They ran to the front of the cliff and really saw two vague figures standing above the opposite mountain. They didn't do anything directly, but were talking about something.

Sikong Jianli lowered his voice and said excitedly, "See, it's really a Sword Immortal!"

Uncle De glanced at him and thought, which eye did you see that they had swords on them?

Sikong Jianli asked, "Guess who will win?"

Demon Lord Luo Yu stood in the air and laughed, "Qing Hui, why didn't you run away?"

He stretched his palm in front of him, grabbed it gently, and the palm showed two colors of red magic light and star light.

Zhang Xiaoyi shook his head, as if he had made a decision: "If I wanted to run, I would have left long ago."

Luo Yu's expression changed: "What do you mean?"

At the same time, he glanced slightly, and noticed three small bugs on the cliff not far away, thinking that he would dare to peep at this gentleman, and he would slaughter you after cleaning up Qing Hui.

Zhang Ming had no primordial sense, and he didn't know that there were other people in this secluded place he had chosen.

"I guess the one on the right will win!"

Sikong Jianli was still excitedly guessing.

Uncle De's face turned pale, he felt a biting killing intent, and quickly pulled him back.

"Master, it's too dangerous, let's go!"

However, when Sikong saw Li's body for a while, he didn't even pull it, so he couldn't help but look back, and then he saw a scene that will never be forgotten in this life.

I saw under the night, on the top of the mountain, the original two figures, the left is red, the right is blue, like a demon monk and a righteous monk in a duel.

But now, a monstrous black suddenly appeared on the blue figure on the right, as if it was blackened in the blink of an eye, eroding and swallowing the entire starry sky.

It was a darkness deeper than night.

Then, the pitch-black figure reached out and grabbed a long flag made of white bones out of thin air.

The black air lingered above, as if there were grievances.

The three people's legs trembled, and the red shadow on the opposite side was weak. This, this is the real magic monk!

Demon Lord Luo Yu's complexion changed greatly, he felt that Sen Han's murderous intention made his scalp numb, and he couldn't help but light up, and a phantom of the primordial spirit rose up and fled out.

Needless to say, he was decisive.

In the Yangshen realm, even if the body dies, one can still reshape a body by relying on the treasures of heaven and earth.

As the second elder of the Scarlet Fire Demon Sect, he naturally had already reserved this secret place for resurrection from desperation.

However, the black figure standing still waving the white bone flag, immediately filled with endless darkness, quickly submerging the fleeing primordial spirit and submerging the entire world.

Sikong Jianli three people's eyes darkened and fainted.

Ninth Ability:

[Magic Transformation] From immortals to demons, annihilating spiritual wisdom, with the strongest power, slaying all enemies in front of you

Lingshu View, disciple room.

Zhang Ming suddenly opened his eyes, his face was pale, and there was no Zhang Xiaoyi in his perception.

"I know that this ninth ability cannot be used easily, and I don't know how the scene is going?"

At the last moment when he disconnected the control, he saw darkness sweeping the whole world, including the fleeing Luo Yu.

Just don't know if the other party is dead?

Zhang Ming walked around eagerly for a moment, and tried to sense Zhang Xiaoyi again, but there was still no movement.

...

Qiongyu Mountain, Yijianping.

Figures in black appeared all around, and surrounded the third elder, Lu Xueqing, and more than 300 disciples who had just escaped from the dungeon, but they were not many.

"Zhou Yimo, the head of the Quetang!"

The third elder, Cheng Yicheng, leaned on his cane and shouted, "Hmph, Demon Lord Luo Yu is not here, just because you are little devils, you are not the opponent of the old man!"

The black-clothed disciple on the opposite side walked out of the crowd. It was Luo Yu Demon Lord's henchman, Quetang Zhou Yimo.

He patted his palms and smiled and said, "Elder Cheng, I, Zhou, are indeed not your opponents, but I didn't say that I would fight recklessly. I just need to hold you back and wait for the return of the devil."

Zhou Yimo's cultivation base was lower than Cheng Xiaocheng's, and his number was smaller than that of Qiongyu Sword Sect, so he was indeed at a disadvantage at this time.

But he had great confidence in the second elder, Luo Yu.

Apart from the suzerain Shangguan Yu, he did not believe that there were other people in Dongling County who could keep Demon Lord Luo Yu. He even made a bet that he lost and stripped for everyone to see.

The third elder jumped to attack the other party: "I want to see how you can hold the old man in a unified state!"

In the face of the threat of the life-shaping realm, Zhou Yimo didn't look at all, suddenly stretched out his hand and threw it out, shooting a silver rain-like nail through the bone, took two steps back and shouted: "Form a formation!"

The three elders replaced the sword with a stick, and set up a sword curtain to block the bone-penetrating nails before continuing to take action. Suddenly, they saw a black light from the hands of the black-clothed disciples of the Scarlet Fire Demon Sect.

These rays of light formed a circular sky, shrouding the more than 300 people of the Qiongyu Sword Sect.

Everyone felt that it was dark in front of them, and they were already in a desolate place with black sand filling the sky.

The face of the third elder changed, and he shouted: "Everyone, be careful, don't walk around, this is the black magic formation of the Red Fire Demon Sect! When they are exhausted, this mysterious formation will self-destruct!"

The crowd sat cross-legged around the three elders.

"Hehe, Elder Cheng, you underestimate me Zhou, and this hall master will give you another gift!"

Zhou Yimo's sneer came from above the black sand.

Then, a gigantic shadow appeared in the depths of the black sand, walking towards this side step by step.

boom -

The sound of footsteps shook the world.

"This is... a lava behemoth!"

The three elders and a group of disciples exclaimed.

Unexpectedly, the other party even kept a monster in captivity, and cooperated with the siege of the black evil maze, it was really seamless.

At this moment, they are worried that they will get lost in the maze, and they dare not move around. They can only fight head-on!

However, the lava giant beast is a kind of monster carefully cultivated by the Red Fire Demon Sect. It is known for its tyrannical physique and ability to manipulate red flames.

The third elder walked out on crutches. At this time, she was the only one who could fight the lava behemoth.

As for who wins and who loses after the war, and how many of these disciples can survive, we can only see the will of God.

Thinking of this, she felt sad in her heart, and her hand holding the crutches showed the determination to die together.

She should coexist with Qiongyu Sword Sect!

However, at this moment, a jade white hand grabbed her arm, only to see Lu Xueqing come out more and more, her eyes firmly said: "Elder Cheng, let me come!"

Cheng Xiaocheng was startled: "Xueqing..."