The Demon Lord has too many aliases

——With her eyesight at the peak of Taoism, she can naturally see that the material of this token is indeed extraordinary and does not seem to be fake.

However, at the next moment, accompanied by a long roar from far to near, a shadow suddenly flew down from the window, and an unparalleled palm force hit her at an unparalleled speed.

Instantly separate.

Xie Yunmiao, who had experienced a battle before, was directly blown away.

The Hanhai Ling in mid-air was also caught in the hands of the visitor.

This is a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance in a smart suit.

And just before the two people fought, when all the attention was focused on the Hanhai Order, Emperor Yong seemed to have expected it, and he didn't know what formation mechanism was touched. The ground suddenly sank, and his whole body was like a rubber ball. Rolled down.

"Don't even think about running away!" Ji Muyue, who had been staring at him, almost subconsciously jumped in, and the two of them disappeared into the dark hole.

——Everyone in the palace didn't care about this anymore, all their eyes were focused on Han Hai Ling.

The seriously wounded eunuch arrived quickly, and along with the unknown middle-aged man, he soon got into a fight with Xie Tianmiao and others.

"...It's actually Han Hailing?" Yan Weilou, who had been watching the show in secret, couldn't sit still. He had only heard of this thing before, but now he actually saw the real thing? The most important thing is that when the token was moving in mid-air, he could vaguely see the writing on it - it was the square characters he was familiar with.

"This is really..." The corners of his lips raised slightly, and Yan Weilou's eyes suddenly showed excitement: "It's rare to fight so hard..." In the depths of his mysterious and mysterious heart, there was a weak, broken, The seeds covered with a touch of dirt suddenly bloomed, emitting a faint halo.

——That was the Tao seed from his previous life. Although his cultivation needed to be repeated, his spiritual realm had never fallen.

As long as you break through the physical body in a step-by-step manner, and once you reach the peak of insight, you can directly enter the Tao, instead of trying every possible means to seek opportunities to enter the Tao like other people do. Even if you only need to continue to refine this broken Tao seed, you can travel thousands of miles and reach the heavens.

boom! A voice that no one could hear exploded in the heart.

The unparalleled radiance of Taoism rose in his inner lake.

At this moment, Yan Weilou did not hesitate to self-destruct this Tao seed, which could be called a portable plug-in, and used it as a disposable consumable.

And his strength almost reached its peak at this moment.

"Can it only last for a quarter of an hour...that's enough.

” An artistic conception as if the ice and snow had withered and everything was frozen suddenly came.

Under the horrified and incomprehensible gazes of everyone, a black robe suddenly flew in from outside the palace.

At the same time, the Dial of Time in Yan Weilou's left eye burst into brilliant light, and the light resistance power stored in it was consumed twice as much, making Yan Weilou's speed double again.

His entire body was like a phantom under the moonlight, passing through the battlefield in an instant.

And in the process, he made three moves.

The first move was just an understatement, like a child fishing for bubbles in mid-air.

The chief eunuch and a deputy envoy of Yaoguang Palace who were originally fighting were captured by him almost out of control.

The two of them were about to resist, but Yan Weilou casually swung them aside.

They were already seriously injured, but under an unimaginable pressure, they exploded like two tomatoes, making it difficult to tell them apart.

Yan Weilou's figure had already passed by them, and directly entered the battle between Xie Yunmiao and the middle-aged man. He put his five fingers together, turned his palm into a knife, and used his second move.

The second move is a more understated cut.

This cut was so wonderful that it cut right into the connection point between the two people's qi, causing their bodies to stagnate.

The third move is that Han Yue unsheathes her sword silently.

The scimitar is like the moon, and the cold light of the sword is even colder than the moonlight.

One of the middle-aged man's arms was directly chopped off by the light of the sword, and the token in his hand flew out and landed firmly in the other slender and white hand.

Fast, too fast! All of this happened in just a few breaths. It was not until the black robe suddenly turned from extreme movement to extreme stillness and fell from mid-air to the ground that the stupid guards around him realized what was happening.

The man turned around, and the strong wind lifted his loose robes. The young man's handsome face revealed an impressive coldness and sharpness under the moonlight.

He ignored the other people present and only stared at the token in his hand with his eyes like a deep pool. He gently rubbed the two square words on it with his fingertips and read out subconsciously: "Hanhai..." On the simple token A burst of bright light suddenly emitted, and Yan Weilou's eyes were spinning. The world in front of him changed in the blink of an eye, and he could only vaguely see the shadows of Xie Yunmiao and others flying towards him.

A feeling of weightlessness suddenly came, and Yan Weilou's whole figure seemed to have fallen from a high altitude.

When he finally stood firm, what appeared in front of him was an unfamiliar world.

The high and boundless clear sky replaced the night sky, and the vast wilderness replaced the original palaces and pavilions.

The corpses that filled the hall before were long gone, but you can still vaguely smell the smell of blood...wait, the smell of blood? Yan Weilou suddenly turned around, and as far as he could see, on a hill not far away, a battle was coming to an end.

He stared at the familiar figure in white, with a hint of surprise in his eyes: "A thread connecting us..." The man in white killed the last enemy expressionlessly, wiped the blood off his hand, and seemed to sense his gaze, turned around and looked back, his long eyelashes trembling.

The mist in his eyes suddenly dissipated, like a sudden bright light in the sky covered by dark clouds.

After staring at Yan Weilou for a few seconds, Su Xinghan suddenly reacted and kicked the corpse at his feet into the bushes behind him, as if nothing had happened.

"Ahem..." He covered his mouth and coughed twice quickly, and a faint blush appeared on his pale and cold face.

Chapter 31 Entering the Vast Sea (1) The wilderness is boundless, and the rolling hills are only slightly higher than the flat ground.

The man in white stood on the hill with a calm expression, black hair and snow-white clothes, and his face was indifferent, like a statue in a temple.

Yan Weilou looked up at him from below.

The two looked at each other.

The man was clearly expressionless and looked down coldly, but Yan Weilou saw a bit of obedience in him.

Hearing him cough with his head down, it seemed that he was in some trouble, and Yan Weilou's eyes flashed.

His rich experience in his previous life told him that in such an uncertain situation, even a stranger was a rare resource that could be used.

It was feasible to exchange information, take risks together, and even use him as bait and tool when necessary.

As his thoughts turned, he jumped onto the hillock in a few steps, with a concerned smile on his face: "My friend, are you okay? Are you injured?" As he said that, Yan Weilou stretched out his hand and pretended to help the other person.

He originally meant to be polite, but he didn't expect that the next moment, accompanied by a weak cough, a slightly cold palm grasped his outstretched hand, and a force leaned over.

A few strands of hair mixed with a very faint cold fragrance floated past Yan Weilou's nose, and a corner of the snow-white sleeve swayed in front of his eyes.

"..." Yan Weilou was stunned.

At this moment, the cold hand exerted a little force and pushed his palm.

The man in white used Yan Weilou's strength to stand firm, then let go of his hand and took a step to the side as if he could not avoid it. The snow-white sleeves also moved away from Yan Weilou's sight.