The breeze rolled up the remaining leaves floating in the sky, as if it was regaining the desolate years buried deep in the deep, but before it even landed, it was melted by the hot temperature in the air.

At this moment, Zhuo Yan's body was shining with golden light, like a Buddha in the world, dazzling like a red sun, making people unable to look directly at it. A pale smile rose from the corner of Zhuo Yan's mouth, and the flowing light in his eyes was circling. Looking at the old beggar opposite, he seemed to be telling something in his eyes.

Ten years ago, a silly boy came to Wuming. He was alone here without the care he deserved, and was bullied and scolded everywhere.

The boy was unwilling to be like this, but he was too weak. The boy left Wuming and reached the green mountains. In a deserted temple with countless years, he accidentally discovered an ancient book "Qingyang Jue". For a moment, the boy stood there.

The boy looked at the yellowed pages in his hand, and his hands were tightly held, and a sense of unyielding and unruly arrogance appeared on the boy's thin face.

Since then, the young man has studied secret techniques in books, hidden in the mountains and forests, and has used fruits to fill his hunger all day long, drinking the nectar of the mountains, and waiting for his fame to become famous. However, half a year has passed, and the young man has not even reached the first level. For a moment, the young man is helpless and sad and angry, but the young man's amazing perseverance will not be surrendered by the so-called talent.

The young man gradually realized that the secret techniques in this book were simply subverting martial arts. The magic in the book changed so much that the power generated was shaking the sky and the earth. With its elements in the void, all things can move the universe.

If the universe is perfect, it is the great way. The boy doesn’t know what kind of road this is, but the secret skills that transcend the world and bring it can be regarded as the heroes in the world.

But at the same time, the bloody killing seemed to be subject to some kind of constraint in the dark. When one practiced, one would always feel unstable. Is it the so-called obsession? The boy was puzzled, and the boy began to restrain himself and lurked in the secular world.

As time goes by, the young man practiced the Qingyang technique to the so-called Great Perfection. Is this the limit? The young man vaguely felt that there was more than so much. Gradually, what is all this? And what is the will of heaven in the dark.

The remaining leaves rolled up again, and the carrier's unyielding arrogance melted in the air again.

Suddenly, Zhuo Yan let out a low voice, and the golden light spun around her burst out again with a thousand feet of light. The old beggar covered her eyes with her hands and stood still, as if she was feeling something, without any reason. In the void above the old beggar, there was a rippling ripples in the space, and then the wrinkled dark clouds quickly condensed into a black wind blade, and the sound of the wind that carried the air to break through the air and slashed downwards.

The old beggar's pupils shrank slightly. Looking at the approaching wind blade, he waved his hand and the red beads floating in front of him quickly rotated. At the same time, the red light surrounding the old beggar's body became more and more dazzling.

The black wind blade slashed up without hesitation. The next moment, it seemed like a mud cow entered the sea, sobbing in the thin red cover without a ripple. When the old beggar saw this, he looked disdainful.

At this moment, another cold snorted in the air. Zhuo Yan floated above the old beggar and looked at the old beggar coldly with a look of a dead person. At this moment, a ball of flames as big as a bowl were gathered in Zhuo Yan's palm, jumping on Zhuo Yan's slender five fingers.

Liu Yan, who was standing beside him, also looked sad, "What is all this?"

Suddenly, Zhuo Yan turned around and looked at Liu Yan and said coldly: "It seems that you have also misunderstood. Since that is the case, you have no value for existence."

"What are you going to do?" The old beggar asked quickly when he saw that Zhuo Yan was pointing in the wrong direction.

"What I pursue is nothing more than the so-called way of heaven."

"But what the way of heaven is? All this is just a way to cultivate immortality. Why bother an ignorant child?" the old beggar retorted, and at the same time the fog in the dantian in his body began to operate rapidly.

"You can't decide all this." Zhuo Yan roared violently, and the flames at his fingertips waved down, but the direction was not Liu Yan, but the old beggar, "Yan Heyun, Liu Yan's life will be left to you."

Yan Heyun, who was standing on the side, seemed to be touched, turned around and looked at Liu Yan. A shocking momentum suddenly burst out between her white hair. The space around her shook. Suddenly, two black and white auras appeared on Yan Heyun's body, like two shocking bows, turning into two black and white scattered swords and shooting towards Liu Yan.

Liu Yan's face was startled, and then he quickly mobilized the red light spots in his body that were almost dry. Then a red light appeared at Liu Yan's feet and jumped out of seven or eight meters away. The two horses were also deeply thorning on the place where Liu Yan had stepped on before, and then there was a burst of blast, and sand and gravel splashed everywhere and leaves flew.

Seeing this power, Liu Yan's face became very ugly. He turned his eyes and looked at the old beggar who was fighting fiercely at Zhuo Yan, and his eyes became complicated.

Suddenly, through the void, the sound of chaotic footsteps sounded, which shocked many people on the spot at the same time. Looking deep in the woods, a hazy figure was already coming from the fog, and his figure gradually became clear. I saw a handsome young man and a slightly bloated man slowly walking, which was Yan Xiang and Lu Liang.

Behind the two were nothing more than a large number of armored soldiers, but one of them was particularly noticeable. This man had white beard, long hair was draped over his shoulders, and a yellow robe. When he looked closely, the robe was extremely conspicuously embroidered with a tiger head with wide mouth and fangs. All of this was...

Liu Yan looked at the people coming from the opposite side and his face became increasingly ugly. "Even Xiaohu's deacon is here." Liu Yan murmured in a low voice, not expecting that the so-called power behind Lu Liang was actually Xiaohu, who was famous. No wonder even the government dared to participate too much.

Yan Heyun looked at the people who came here, especially the deacon who was roaring, and couldn't help laughing, "Jun Wutian, I didn't expect you to come too."

When the Deacon Xiaohu heard this, he couldn't help laughing, "Master Yan, aren't you here too? It's just that my nephew caused some trouble. My old bones are just a fun thing." While saying this, Jun Wutian looked at Liu Yan deliberately, and his eyes were like a knife, stabbing Liu Yan deeply.

Although this momentum is weaker than the power brought by Yan Heyun, his intuition tells himself that this person will be a more terrifying existence than Yan Heyun.

The old beggar suddenly burst out from the void and quickly landed beside Liu Yan. At the same time, his expression moved, and an aggressive aura quickly covered all directions. Everyone felt their hair standing tall, standing there and they were about to move but couldn't.

Zhuo Yan suddenly let out a low voice, another invisible pressure, and the air that had been calm seemed to have storm waves. Suddenly, the two auras collided, causing everyone to suffer. Yan Heyun and Jun Wutian, who were at the level of master, could still maintain a little slight awakeness, the other guards felt their heads swelling and dizzy. The next moment, they fell down one after another, and Lu Liang and Yan Xiang also remained silent.

For a moment, Yan Heyun was fine and did not do anything extremely ugly. Instead, Jun Wutian, who was standing beside him, was stunned and suddenly arose, awakening Jun Wutian who was standing in the same place. Zhuo Yan and the old beggar took a few steps back.

When Zhuo Yan saw Yan Heyun and Jun Wutian behind him, he couldn't help but say angrily: "Don't forget what you are doing here. I'll help you drag the white-haired old man. As for the rest, you can handle it yourself."

When he heard this, Yan Heyun and Jun Wutian nodded at the same time and looked at Liu Yan with malicious intentions.

"Yan'er, go quickly." The old beggar hurriedly said, and at the same time, the red ball swelled in his palm flew towards Liu Yan, "This is the Xuanhuo God Pearl, a top-level spiritual weapon, which is useful for you to defend yourself. You can go first."

Liu Yan took the Xuanhuo Divine Pearl and hurriedly put it away. At the same time, a red light flashed under his feet and fled to the distance.

"I want to leave." Yan Heyun jumped quickly, like a wild crane in black and white, chasing Liu Yan. Jun Wutian also smiled "hehe" and then soared forward, like a tiger galloping among the dense trees in the jungle.

Looking at Liu Yan who was leaving, the old beggar looked at Zhuo Yan who was looking at him, "I'm afraid you will know what you want to go to hell."

"Is that?" Zhuo Yan asked back, and at the same time, the golden light flashed on his body burst out thousands of feet again, and a blue tail shadow also flowed through the light. Suddenly, a black and red blade burst out, shooting out at the old beggar. The hideous snake teeth were full of terror at this moment.
Chapter completed!