The Legend of Futian

In the distance, every figure came from the sky, and the speed was extremely fast. It was those who chased Ye Futian one after another.

The earthly void ship, Yanjiu of Sword Master Villa, are the fastest, and behind them are the top power figures, looking coldly at Ye Futian in the ruins.

They were even fooled by a person in the realm of heaven.

Ninghuang came along step by step, still extremely overbearing, the body bathed in radiance, just like a god.

Everyone's eyes are on the ruins. These top forces have a strong background, so they know things that other people don't know. They have been sending people to stare at Ye Futian, waiting for him to collect the decree, but directly halfway through. In their view, the real opponent is not Ye Futian at all, but these people are competing with each other. How can a person in the realm of heaven be able to leave a trace under their eyes?

However, Ye Futian did not open the ruins himself, and the person who finally opened the ruins still gave up the ruins to him.

They were born to be the pride of heaven, and they have never been teased like this, especially Ning Huang, who is such a character that he was teased to grab an ordinary ring.

Lifting their heads, Ninghuang looked at the immensely large flame of the **** of flames. The prison city should be the sage of the most holy Taoist palace sitting on the holy road, leaving it to be inherited here for future generations to practice and inherit.

Many of the great relics in the Holy Road are left by the ancestors of the Most Holy Palace. The sages of the Dao Palace are all people with a magnificent attitude. After death, they are willing to turn into soil, nourish the younger generation, and become part of the Holy Road. Ordinary people may not know the meaning of the Holy Road.

"Everyone who entrusted me to the holy order can practice in the ruins. Those who have not handed in the holy order must not enter." Ye Futian stood in the middle of the shadow and spoke loudly, his voice spreading through the void, toward the distance. Everywhere is spreading, and those who are on their way are shaking their hearts, especially those who have handed over the ordinances, are extremely surprised.

Ye Futian, he succeeded, opened the great ruins, and was ready to fulfill his promise.

This time, he did not intend to make the ruins understandable to everyone on the Holy Road as before, but only to those who surrendered the Holy Decree. In this way, those who tried to covet the ruins later but would not give up, They lost the opportunity to touch the fish in the muddy waters. They all knew that there were too many of them. They thought that if they did not hand over the decree, Ye Futian would ruin the ruins, and then everyone could practice, they just had to follow Ye Futian.

Obviously, this time they were wrong.

Each figure walked towards the ruins, all those who had previously practiced the ordinances.

However, at the moment, above the void, I saw Yan Jiu's finger point to the void. In an instant, a horrible sword flowed between heaven and earth. Thousands of swords of light hovered above the void, screaming and erupting.

The eyes of everyone looked at Yan Jiu. The evil figure of Jiansheng Villa stepped out. The horror sword moved with his body, and the surrounding space became extremely depressed. He stared at Ye Futian with his fingers, and then shot with a finger. Suddenly, the endless sword intentions converged at one point, turning into an unrivaled sword light, crossing the void, and killing Ye Futian in the ruins.

The scream of Jian Xiao was extremely terrifying, and the sword was extremely horrible. However, across a very long distance, it was ignored by this sword and pierced Ye Futian's body.

Among the ruins, a stream of flames drew down, instantly enclosing the sharp swords that had been cut, and the incomparably sharp swords were burned, but still moved forward, but they were melted into nothingness.

Yan Jiu still did not give up, he continued to move forward, behind him there was a horrible ghost image, the sword is sky-high, just like the sword sacrifice, the heavens aura seemed to resonate with his body, turning into a sword flow, roaring in the endless void .

Thousands of swords are falling down, killing Ye Futian's body, Ye Futian looks up at the sky, and he sees the sword qi vertical and horizontal, Ye Futian looks indifferent, but at this time, there is a flute coming out in Ye Futian's body Beside, Xiao Junyi played the flute sound, the light of the rhythm collided with the sword like lightning, and then annihilated and shattered together.

Many people looked to Xiao Junyi. The flute sound became a terrible storm of temperament, getting stronger and stronger, a stream of terrible rhythmic air flow was flowing around his body. The next moment, this rhythm has no signs, directly Into Ye Futian's spiritual will.

The melody is shadowless and invisible. When he attacked, he didn't even have any prelude. Even at the moment Ye Futian was attacked, the people under the ruins didn't notice it.

But that voice directly turned into a mental will attack, raging in Ye Futian's spiritual will, Xiao Junyi's body still faces the direction where Yan Jiu is, with a temperamental melancholy and handsome.

At this moment, Ye Futian's world of spiritual will, a horrible light of music smashed into it, as if turned into a horrible light of darkness, frantically raging, destroying his spiritual willpower, he felt cold and bitter, and thought he was a ruin After opening it, you can wait for the repair to be promoted, but you never thought that here, there is still a fatal blow waiting.

At the same time as he counted the heavenly pride, some people were also counting on him, waiting for the final fatal blow, which could directly plunder all his achievements.

There seemed to be a terrible stream of dead gray air in the rhythm. For a moment, Ye Futian only felt that his spiritual will was madly destroyed, and he could not even use the power of the ruins. The terrible dead gray air hit the whole body, and his face turned black instantly. And spread towards the body.

"what happened?"

At this time, the people saw Ye Futian's strange look suddenly freeze, and then they saw a terrible invisible rhythm storm covering Ye Futian, as if to isolate Ye Futian's body and ruins.

"Xiao Junyi."

Everyone's eyes fell on that handsome and melancholy figure. Xiahou saw a cold smile on this scene. Before fighting with Xiao Junyi, he felt that this person was terrible. How could such a person willingly use Ye Futian? Like them, hidden deep enough.

Yi Xiaoshi stepped out in an instant, and the sharp golden leaves swept out, as if assassinated by spears.

Xiao Junyi was still playing Chang Xiao, but at the same time, there was a dark light shining, and the attack came out along with the rhythm. The vines and leaves that attacked by Yi Xiaoshi turned into black in an instant, and then withered and had no vitality. Loss of attack.

"Necromancer."

Many people saw this scene trembling violently, they remembered those inexplicable dead in the palace, it was him!

Their hearts trembled. Xiao Junyi was handsome, extraordinary in temperament, and had excellent talents for cultivation. He was recommended to be guarded by Ye Futian, but Xiao Junyi had a terrible side.

"Mage of the Necromancer." Those top figures were all surprised, looking towards Xiao Junyi, the sound of the flute still, Ye Futian's face completely turned into black, the spirit of the necromancy swept the whole body, to deprive him of vitality, while the sound of the The mental will attack made him unable to communicate with the ruins and was eaten away a little bit.

But at this time, Ye Futian's body was flowing with a terrible light, the black air flow disappeared from his face a little bit, and at the same time, in his spiritual will, Xiao Junyi felt a sacred power guarding, unable to erode.

"Boom." The horrible flame of fire wrapped around the body, burning down all the wills of the dead, and then opened his eyes. The cold pupils of the pupils shot icy flames towards Xiao Junyi. The ruins rioted, and a ray of horrible flames of light burst into In Xiao Junyi's mind, Xiao Junyi groaned and his body was shaken. He dropped Chang Xiao and looked at Ye Futian. There was a mysterious force guarding the other person's spiritual will, which led to his failure.

Suddenly, a stream of horrible flames swept out and drowned towards Xiao Junyi, but saw a black smoke appearing around Xiao Junyi's body, dying and crazily escaping distantly, but the flame stream still caught up, causing it to burn After rising up, the dark smoke exploded, and then turned into ashes, and in the distance, Xiao Junyi's body floated down, and he was still a handsome boy and distinguished.

Xiao Junyi glanced at Ye Futian and looked as usual. Although he failed, he still seemed light and windy. Turning around, he retreated and was about to leave.

"Who is the Dark Lord?" Xiahou stepped forward, looking at Xiao Junyi. It seemed that being blocked by Xiao Junyi was not wrong.

Xiao Junyi ignored it and stepped away. Xiahou stepped out and raised his palms. The endless fire suddenly floated in the void. I saw Xiao Junyi with his back facing him taking out Chang Xiao and playing it again. In the distance, a figure vacated. Then, went straight to Xiahou.

Xia Hou frowned slightly, waving his palm, and the flames of fire burned out ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ shrouded those figures, but saw these figures as if they did not feel, and continued to kill him.

"Necromancer." Xia Hou's face was blue, raised his palm and grabbed at the coming figure, the big palm print of the fire burned everything, and burned the figure to nothingness, but saw that Xiao Junyi's body had already gone, and there seemed no interest at all. Fight him.

"Controlling the Necromancer must be passed down by the Dark Lord. It seems that this generation of barren states will not be calm." Bingyi on the Void Warship said, Ning Huang, Yan Jiu, Ape War and others are all evil characters. .

Now, there is another Dark Lord, who is cold and lonely. I do n’t know how many people died in his hands. There are too many big people who want to destroy him. But anyone who dares to do it is often miserable. Now Dark Lord It is already a terrible existence at the top of the list.

Even Ye Futian's talent is very strong, but his realm is slightly weaker. This holy road is as strong as a cloud.

Moreover, this is only one of the nine holy roads, Chen Road, has not always been the most promising holy road.

When they walked out of Chenlu and converged in the Most Holy Palace, nine holy paths gathered together. What kind of scene would it be then?

However, although Ye Futian has no relics for the time being, he is undoubtedly self-immolating. Even if the relics can enhance his strength, what will happen afterwards? Is it possible to ascend to heaven in one step?

Playing with Ning Huang and others, Ye Futian still has a way to live. Even if he is extremely talented, I am afraid he will still die.

"Which is the point of losing my life even though I have improved the realm? Let's go." Bingyi glanced at Ye Futian slightly and turned away.

(End of this chapter)

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