Record of Chaos

　　 (715 Bihaiyuan is deep in the mud, and the broad cold wind breaks through the sky)

　　 Although the cultivator's personal abilities are strong, in the face of many soldiers and horses armed with a magic weapon, it is impossible to block one thousand, unless they can fly into a fairy. But once a monk ascended, he would inevitably be restricted by the heavens. The reason is still the same.

　　It is also a monk who invented these artifacts. But the monks in the world are only good at the profound arts, not good at power. There are many Xuanmen factions, and no one can dominate the world. The imperial court ruled the world with Confucianism, condensing the almost endless resources and manpower of the entire Middle-earth into a single country, including monks.

　　 Therefore, even a big family with the golden core three-flower cultivator with the top combat power, it is impossible to fight against the army with one family. Not to mention a mere Wu branch that was expelled from the clan.

　　 At this time, Jinzhou Wu's family has reached the most dangerous edge, of course it is impossible for Wu Qingyu not to know. But he must not go to the palace with King Yun. When he arrives at the palace, he will be searched for the gods, as long as it is found, it is evidence that he murdered the elders of Cuiyu Palace. Once this evidence is in hand, neither the Five Elements Sect nor the court will be able to keep him.

　　 But if he carried it hard, the Wu family would definitely be destroyed by the sea of ​​fire. Secondly, even if he himself could kill hundreds of people, he would definitely not escape the siege of so many profound soldiers. At this moment, a sharp look flashed in his eyes, and he stood up suddenly, and reached King Yun in a teleport.

　　 Holding a ball of blue water in his hand, he directly slapped King Yun on his head. This magical power is called "Blue Sea Depth", and it will not hurt people's lives. But as long as the other party is contaminated a little, it will be like falling into the deep sea, under the extremely powerful water pressure at his disposal. It is impossible for outsiders to resist. Any other person or defensive magic weapon that touches it will also be drawn into the abyss.

　　 He couldn't understand why King Yun had to kill him for the sake of the two jade palace maids. But as long as he hijacked King Yun first, he would be able to make King Yun's subordinates throw a rat-trap and give him a chance to slip away. Even if he won't be able to gain a foothold in the two states of Jin and Jade, he won't be able to go back to the same state. As a monk in the Purple Mansion, as long as he lives, he will have a bright future!

　　 It's a pity that his "Blue Sea Abyss" blasted past. The abyss didn't expand and engulf King Yun as he expected, but went straight through King Yun. This King of Cloud, including this car, is just a phantom? The moment he passed through this phantom, all this was like a shattered mirror in an uproar, revealing the original appearance of this place.

　　 This is a round open space with a radius of about twenty steps. There were already eight yellow monks sitting around. The moment Wu Qingyu landed, they chanted a certain spell together. Suddenly, there was a thick and dull wave like an earthquake rippling away like water waves. Wu Qingyu felt that his feet were soft, and he actually sank into the ground.

　　 "It's not good, it's a dirt formation!"

His scalp was numb, before he had time to think of any way, his feet suddenly lowered as if being pulled by a ghost, countless mud-like substances instantly flooded the top of his head, poured into his mouth, and closed his eyes. .

　　 A few days later, the Hou Tu Dynasty began to circulate a burst of news: Wu Qingyu, the patriarch of the Wu Family in Jinzhou, was convicted of conspiracy and executed for assassinating King Yun!

　　……

　　 Gouzhu rushed to Danyang Pavilion as soon as he returned to the Jade Palace, because he felt Lian Ling's call.

　　 They are connected with each other, as long as they are at the right distance, they can perceive each other. Yilian Ling's golden core divine consciousness can make him feel it from a hundred miles away.

　　 But when he was in Jinyu City, the distance from Cuiyu Peak was hundreds of miles, so he didn't feel anything. When he flew the Phoenix-blooded kite to within a hundred miles of the Jade Jade Palace, he immediately felt Lian Ling's eager mind.

　　 Although it was said that even Ling had summoned him like this in the past, he never seemed so rushed. This makes Goujiu feel a little ominous. She must be in trouble, and I don't know how long she has been in trouble.

　　 Gouzhu rushed to the third floor of Danyang Pavilion. Although there were many restrictions, there was no obstacle to him. He walked in without hindrance.

　　 At first glance, he saw his bloodstained monument standing in the center of the quiet room, and Lian Ling was wearing a snow-white shirt, without makeup, and his hair draped on his right shoulder like a waterfall. Lian Ling wakes up early every day to do the exercises.

　　 It's just that this time she has been in the monument for a long time. Gouzhu could only see her sitting quietly in front of the bloodstained stele, her eyes frowned, brows frowned, and her expression a bit solemn.

　　 "Fast forward and stay in the monument."

　　 This ray of divine thought kept reverberating in Houzhu's mind, as if Lian Ling kept whispering in his ear.

　　 He was surprised secretly. When he first entered the staying monument, he communicated with Baoling with spiritual knowledge. One of the rules in the retention monument that Baoling instilled in him was that only one person could enter at a time. If more than one person enters, it will trigger unpredictable results and even lead to the destruction of the monument.

　　Lianling’s soul is now in the monument. What will happen if he enters again? But since Lian Ling said so, she must have reason. Maybe because of the human puppet witch art, their spirits are connected together, so if they enter together, they will be regarded as the same person by the retention monument?

　　 Gouzhu didn't think much, sitting beside Lian Ling, reaching out to touch the blood-stained jade monument in front of him. A cold wind seemed to come from his fingertips, engulfing his whole body in an instant.

　　 He actually stood on a piece of snow. The light here is weak and does not come from the sky. It is a very dim light, constantly reflecting in this piece of heaven and earth, that outlines such a dim background. The sky is almost completely black.

　　 He turned his eyesight to the extreme so that he could see that the pure black sky was not just pure black, but on the slightly bright back, there were many huge black masses slowly moving in the air. From time to time, there were rumbling collisions and fire lights coming from the air.

　　 "Random rocks through the empty array?"

　　 This is the large array of chaotic rocks that he saw in the depths of the Xiyang Continent. It is a strange formation made up of countless huge rocks suspended in the air.

　　 There is no sunlight in the formation, but underneath is Wanshen Valley, where countless demon ginseng emits dim aura, allowing him to vaguely see the surrounding environment. He was standing on a huge rock with a radius of a thousand meters.

　　 The chaotic stone pierced through the empty array was not so cold. But now there is a thick layer of snow on the ground. Walking on the snow, the cold wind screams like a wind knife. Countless snowflakes fluttered like locusts, and it was almost difficult for him to open his eyes.

　　 "You actually have a male clone?"

　　 Goujiu heard a cold snort coming from not far away. A beautiful figure appeared in the middle of the snow falling in the sky. She was wearing a white silk short dress, holding a bamboo umbrella but not opening it, her unfettered long hair was flying around in the wind and snow, and her icy eyes showed contempt.

　　 "Guanghan goddess resigns to the south?"

　　 The Southern Night’s Resignation had already completed the Golden Core Double Flower a hundred years ago. Although it was not as high as the three-flower monks of the Yin-Yang Sect at that time, it was famous and was known as the first in the Yin-Yang Sect. It is a pity that the court sent to the demon world to attack the blood pool dream raccoon and fell into a siege, fell into a dream and became the host of the dream raccoon.

But Mengluo is a monk of the Inner Mind Sect. She just borrows her dream to survive, and she relies all on her own cultivation, and will not try to integrate with the host~www.wuxiaspot.com~ She is not only used to control the host by using the change of the dream. Outside of the fighting puppets, when there is no fighting, they all lie quietly in the jade coffin and dream, their own minds are intact.

　　 Therefore, Feng Fujue died, and Nanwan's resignation was again intact. Because she has been asleep most of the time, her life hasn't passed much in the five hundred years.

　　 At that time, the nine truths gathered in the Xiyang continent, and the mana impact almost covered the entire hole in the Xiyang continent. At that time, the goblin was there, and the staying monument took the opportunity to capture all these real Jindan figures.

　　 Therefore, the Nan Wanci that Gouzhu saw now is still the same as when he woke up from sleeping in a jade coffin that day. He wore the white silk short clothes that he wore when he slept, and he didn't freshen up. He took the jade bamboo umbrella and killed him directly. She and Lian Ling, these two goddesses were both in nightgowns, and they went into battle.

　　 Lian Ling wanted to advance to the Golden Core Double Flower, especially to improve his fighting power, Nan Wan Ci was indeed the best choice. Although the black and white child is also the golden core double flower, but the combat power is more than one grade weaker than the Guanghan goddess.

　　 The temperament between the eyebrows and eyes of the goddess Guanghan is similar to that of Lian Ling, and they are all the same cold. But when he saw Lian Ling for the first time, he could still feel a trace of quiet and gentle words. In front of this Guanghan goddess, he could only feel cold, cold and solemn.

　　 But when he entered the retaining monument, why did he only see this opponent, but Lian Ling disappeared?

　　 Gouzhu had not had time to panic, only that the pressure of the golden core ahead was rising like a huge wave. The goddess Guanghan had already pulled out the Yuzhu Sword, seemingly slashed into the air at will.

　　 A terrifying sword aura immediately appeared between the sky and the earth. Its speed was like the wind, it was as strong as iron, sharp as a blade, ice-cold, and thin as the wings of a cicada, like an erect wall of qi, separating the world in half! And Gou Zhu is standing in the very center of this wall whizzing.