Sword ancestor

Chapter 80

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Twenty-four thousand one hundred magic eyes!

The jade book changed, and under the leader, the words Yunbiyuan suddenly appeared.

The faces of Mu Yuan and the others changed slightly, and they looked at Yun Biyuan differently. This woman is beautiful and beautiful. The Seventeenth Generation of Lianhua Peak is headed by her, but she walks alone. Many disciples have thoughts in their hearts, but this woman is not scheming. It is estimated that no one has been able to accompany him so far.

Qingzu's ancestral grave, this woman has a great opportunity!
This kind of combat power made all the disciples look sideways, and at the same time sighed in their hearts, each generation of disciples almost only had one chance to enter Qingzu's ancestral grave, unless they forced their cultivation base, in that case, after all, it would be against the way of immortality, and it might hinder their practice in the future.

Gradually, there are not many changes in the jade book, and fewer and fewer disciples have come out of the magic city. Of the four hundred seventeenth generation disciples, only three hundred have arrived at this moment, and the sixteenth generation disciples are also less than a hundred People, their bones will remain in the prison forever, turning into blood and merging into the earth. Few people have ashes in this world, and all of them are wiped out.

Some disciples sighed, sighed in their hearts, lost some faces, the way of immortality, and will never see them again in the future.

The immortal way is long, and human life is worthless, or even worse.

Elder Mingfa's eyes were slightly closed. At this time, no disciples had left the Demon City, but no one had the intention of leaving.

Taoist Ming Bing stood with his hands behind his back, his white hair hung down, he was like a fairy, his body was bursting with fairy clouds, and the soles of his feet were filled with clouds, but there was a sense of icy cold death, he couldn't lower his eyes, he would freeze even if he looked at it Thoroughly.

As the sun set in the west, it was as red as fire when it first rose, and a figure walked out of the magic city.

coming!

The gazes of all the disciples converged silently, even the disciples of the sixteenth generation also lowered their gazes. This person involved too much and concealed the seventeenth generation. They dare not ignore him.

Walking up from the blue sky, his white clothes are like snow, and his black hair is like ink. He walks forward with his hands behind his back, like a deep and mysterious ice avenue, with icy fog under his feet, ethereal like a fairy. Court shrinks.

pedal!pedal!pedal!
Some seventeenth generation disciples staggered back, dizzy and terrified, unable to lower their eyes, as if frozen by profound ice, an iceberg plunged into the sea of ​​consciousness.

terrible!
Many disciples of the sixteenth generation were also horrified, walking towards the blue sky, like an iceberg rolling on the ground, but silently, a great force filled the void, every step, like heavy thunder rolling, appeared directly in the hearts of everyone.

Elder Mingfa opened his eyes, and there was a shock in his eyes. Not far away, Taoist Ming Bing turned around for the first time. His eyes were calm and he looked at Bu Qingtian. Breathing the vicissitudes of time.

After a few breaths, Bu Qingtian stepped beside Yunfei.

"Come to the jar of wine!"

Yun Fei was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled: "You will never forget."

He took out an altar of jade ice and threw it to Bu Qingtian, and Bu Qingtian opened his mouth to inhale it, and the mud dissipated like dust and smoke, revealing the blood-colored wine inside, the next moment, the wine poured like a spring of blood, and fell into Bu Qingtian's mouth all at once.

Bloody wine spilled from the corner of his mouth, and the white clothes were stained with blood. There was a monstrous and sad beauty that made all the disciples heartbroken. Yun Biyuan and the six all frowned, feeling a little unbelievable, and the gap seemed to be getting bigger and bigger.

"Step into the sky."

Taoist Ming Bing opened his mouth in person, stepping slightly in the sky, and then dropped the wine jar. In mid-air, the wine slurry condensed into ice, and the whole wine jar turned into a lump of blood-colored ice, and then turned into fine ice powder. Sniffing lightly, it seems to have a different taste.

Stopping at twenty feet away, Bu Qingtian frowned slightly, and stepped back a few feet again. Many disciples were frightened and vaguely guessed something.

boom--

The next moment, Bu Qingtian waved his hand, and the tens of feet of the sky suddenly darkened, and endless blood flowed out, rushing into the heart and lungs, if not for all the disciples who had been slaughtered in the devil prison for half a year, this kind of blood energy would not be able to bear it at all, even so, Many disciples were still terrified, and the ground shook for several breaths before it stopped.

Dao consciousness swept over, and after a few breaths, Elder Mingfa whispered: "210 magic eyes, 4000 magic horns, [-] three Shura horns, [-] big Shura poison horns, A total of one hundred and four thousand two hundred and fifty magic eyes!"

Great Shura Poison Horn!
Yun Biyuan and the others were moved, and Lei Gang took a deep breath, his eyes were full of thunder, and he actually stepped into the fourth floor of the prison, which is unimaginable.

One hundred thousand four thousand two hundred and fifty magic eyes!
In an instant, the jade book changed, and the position of leader changed hands again.

Many disciples lamented that Bu Qingtian's power is too strong, and the general situation is spread out. Even if it is the leader of the main peak, it is difficult to surpass it. I am afraid that only the sixteenth generation can be suppressed. Will shoot.

After a few breaths, Bu Qingtian walked to the side and asked for a drink at Yunfei's place. Yun Biyuan and the others looked slightly down, but after a few glances, they looked away.

"Where is the sword body? It won't fall."

Someone mentioned Qi Tian, ​​it seemed that he was the only one left at this time.

"I think there are nine out of ten chances that he won't be able to get out. The sword body is not tolerated in the world, and the immortal way does not protect it. The land of the devil prison may be his burial place."

"Maybe there are no bones left, and they have long been wiped out."

"Poor thing, Jianfeng has a glimmer of life, and it will be completely extinct."

Many disciples of the seventeenth generation sneered, thinking in their hearts, but Elder Ming Fa and Taoist Ming Bing didn't speak, they didn't dare to say more.

On the other hand, among the sixteenth generation disciples, many of them were silent. Their gazes were fixed, and they fell into the magic city. They glanced at some seventeenth generation disciples from time to time, and sneered at the corners of their mouths.

Walking in the magic city, the sunset was like a rosy glow, and Qi Tian sighed a little. In the magic prison, although he did not find a single spirit stone, but after half a year, there has been a complete change, and the improvement of combat power is different from that of half a year ago. And language.

When he came to Beicheng again, Qi Tian saw the Holy Spirit Square, which had been closed at some time, and the inside was a bit decayed. He walked into it, and it was covered with cobwebs. The wooden flute trembled slightly, and soon subsided.

After all, he didn't step into other spiritual workshops again, Qi Tian was a little scrupulous, he had never heard of the ability of the Xiantian sword body before, whether it was deliberately hidden, or whether it produced changes in him, everything is unclear, and he didn't want to make it too public.

Walking out of the magic city, Qi Tian sensed a general trend going straight up to the sky, and he had already seen it from afar without distinguishing.

"It's the sword body, he came out!"

"Come out alive! It seems that nothing has changed, nothing special."

"However, someone saw him appearing in the third-tier prison, so I don't know if it's true or not."

Taoist Ming Bing stared, with a slight strangeness in his eyes, but he didn't speak.

Elder Mingfa showed a look of exclamation, and he sighed: "The innate sword body is really astonishingly advanced. The old Taoist was really mistaken at the beginning."

Soon, many people realized that something was wrong. Qi Tian came, his footwork seemed to be not fast, but there was a sharp edge, one step forward, like a leisurely walk, in the blink of an eye, he appeared several feet away, and after a few steps, he appeared Come before everyone.

Bu Qingtian chuckled, he looked at Qitian with great interest, without saying a word.

"Qi Tian."

Taoist Ming Bing spoke for the second time, and everyone's eyes converged.

Walking in the eyes of everyone, Qi Tian looked calm, like an ancient well with no waves, also stopped twenty feet away.

With a thought, a bunch of magic eyes suddenly appeared in front of Elder Mingfa.

"120 four magic eyes!"

"It's really ridiculous, no wonder you dare not enter twenty feet, with this little magic eye, come and make a fool of yourself!"

Seventeen generations of disciples sneered, but Yun Biyuan and the others fixed their gazes. They felt some changes from Qi Tian, ​​but they couldn't describe them in words.

Immediately, Qi Tian groaned for a moment, then pointed his sword again, a small mountain covered the sky ten feet high, and fell to the ground with a loud crash.

"23 magic horns, [-] magic eyes!"

The disciples were silent, and after a few breaths, they fell into dead silence. (The first phase of role collection has already started, everyone can go to the book review area to apply, and the ten steps will be used as much as possible.)
(End of this chapter)