There was smoke everywhere, ruins were everywhere, the ground on North Street was cracked, and there were broken walls and ruins everywhere.

The Yun family's mansion was also extensively damaged, although it was protected by a spiritual formation.

But how could the aftermath of the battle by the strong men in the Shadow Realm be so easily resisted.

On top of a ruin, Yun Haoyang stood on top of it, like a divine pillar supporting the sky, with a white divine light covering a radius of dozens of meters.

His hair was messy, and his upper body had long since dissipated under the blazing hot fireball.

Yun Haoyang became shorter and thinner due to muscle atrophy due to his cultivation.

"Coupled with the scratches all over his body, he is even more cautious and looks even more ferocious."

His eyes were sinister, filled with murderous intent, and his gaze seemed to be able to kill someone, piercing the black and gold dragon surrounding the roof, which had dimmed a lot.

Lin Batian was also seriously injured, his purple gold armor was shattered, and Wuzhiqi's battle robe was even more damaged.

He had bleeding from his mouth and nose, his face was extremely pale, and his internal organs have not completely calmed down until now.

His steps were careless, and a mouthful of blood surged up into his nose and overflowed.

Until now in the battle, all the fighting spirit and combat skills on one's side were combined to barely withstand Yun Haoyang's critical attack.

He could only barely take it. The impact he had to bear with each blow was almost beyond the limit that his body could withstand.

The eleven regiment leaders were connected at the top, and the impact they had to bear was indeed much lighter than Lin Batian, but the cultivation of each of the regiment leaders facing each other was much weaker than the two of them.

Yun Haoyang: "Lin Batian, you can be proud of yourself. You can be proud of yourself even if you hurt me with the Star Soul Realm."

"However, Yun Haoyang's eyes are sinister and full of killing intent. You have completely angered me."

After saying that, a white divine light shone in the sky, and Yun Haoyang's figure disappeared from the spot.

Completely unperceivable.

Lin Batian looked solemn. He and others were at the end of their rope, and it seemed they could only do their best.

"Brothers, I, Lin Batian, am sorry for you. Today we can survive. Today is a special day. Let's drink openly."

"Okay, okay, Lin Shuai, although you are very domineering on the battlefield, I have always found your shortcomings. Long Ding's mouth and nose are bleeding, but you are still bold and bold."

"I also think that Long Ju and others also agree."

How dare everyone usually joke with Lin Batian?

Even if they were given ten courages, they would not dare. Today, life and death are on the line, and it is still unclear whether they can survive.

Lin Shuai, I want to drink the "Cuiyu Mingtai" from Cuiyulou. Seeing Long Ding speak, Long Yu and others didn't want to miss this opportunity.

Lin Shuai, the people in Dragon Tribulation want to drink from Jade Mingtai; we Long Ya have to get drunk no matter what.

Lin Batian: "Okay, brothers, we have sacrificed our lives and blood for this royal city for many years and dedicated ourselves to death."

"I have never been so frustrated."

If I can survive after the second war, I agree.

"However, please remember that Lin Batian suddenly looked solemn, meticulous and extremely serious."

"Who the hell, if he dares to die here, I will expel him from the military."

"Yes, coach, Long Ling and others have extremely solemn eyes."

They knew that Lin Batian's seriousness was his responsibility and care for them.

"Dragon Tribulation Dragon Fang, no one is allowed to fall behind, Long Ling and Long Yu looked at each other and said sternly."

Yes, Captain.

"When the Soaring Cloud Technique is used to its extreme, a giant storm tornado winds and spirals, like a spiral hunting blade, sweeping up."

Yun Haoyang's Dantian Qi sea, his white soul power is extremely profound, like a galaxy.

A long sword with white clouds lingering and a soaring cloud pattern on it slowly emerged from the sea of ​​qi. The whole body of the sword was pure white, and the criss-crossing cloud pattern on the hilt was extremely magical.

The strong fluctuations of sword energy seemed to tear apart a giant storm

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At this time, Yun Haoyang's momentum reached its peak, as if he was the god of storms.

The shadows of clouds linger, and the air embraces the mountains and rivers.

Star-Zhaing Tower: Baili Xionggao is sitting on the dragon chair on the dome, looking at the battle in the distance.

Looking at the galloping killing force.

Your Majesty, this momentum can already threaten this old slave.

Behind Bai Lixiong, an old man bowed respectfully, wearing a red robe, with sinister eyes.

Every move he makes shows the demeanor of a strong man.

"Indeed, it seems that Yun Haoyang has not slacked off in these years."

"This kind of power already has the power of the late stage of the Yinhun Realm."

But if he wants to truly threaten Mr. Hong, Yun Haoyang is still not close, but he is already good.

"By the way, Mr. Hong."

During this period of time, many divisions occurred in Cangnan City, and I was very busy. I said that I got a book of fragrant tea from the red-robed old man.

After thanking the king, the old man in red robe took the fragrant tea that Bailixiong poured for him.

The old slave also heard a little about what happened during this period, and it was indeed extremely strange.

The Shiyin Mountains collapsed inexplicably, and even the legendary emperor was dispatched during the Cangnan Trial. Hong Shixian looked regretful.

"Yes! Bai Lixiong sighed, he only looked at each other from a distance that day, and the scene of destruction to heaven and earth is still vivid in his mind."

I am not even an ant in front of those people.

"Mr. Hong, I have been too busy during this period, and you have been working hard on the Royal Academy."

Unfortunately, the king killed the old slave. If the king had not saved him, the old slave would have been exposed in the wilderness.

Then you can still sit here.

"Mr. Hong, don't mention the past anymore."

Mr. Hong needs to worry more about the Cangyun Conference.

Your Majesty, please rest assured that the eldest prince and the second prince are extremely talented. They are both just one step away from entering the Star Gathering Realm.

In this Cangyun Conference, I, Cangnan City, will definitely stand out.

Don't be careless, time is running out, you must seize the time.

I have heard that there are some good seedlings coming out of the other three cities.

They are all strong competitors to Heng'er and Jun'er, and I also heard that this Cangnan Conference is different from the past.

Sifang Territory can also participate in this Cangyun Conference.

"What, Hong Shixian was shocked, Sifang Territory can also participate."

What on earth is Cangyun College doing? Sifangyu’s participation is an unprecedented first time.

Therefore, I leave the matter of Heng'er and Jun'er to Mr. Hong.

Don't worry, Your Majesty, I will do my best.

Lin Family Underground Palace: Green light lingers, and the aroma of medicine is fragrant.

Lin Mo'er was sitting in the pool of spiritual liquid, and the energy from the earth's veins was constantly nourishing her thin body.

Ye Tian: This girl Mo'er's physique is really amazing. She has absorbed so much energy from the earth's veins, but she didn't even explode.

If this were any other ordinary monk, his body would have exploded long ago, let alone nourishment.

Only a few people have appeared in the "War Celestial Body" since ancient times. Ye Tian was amazed that his acquired Xuansha body was like a weakling in front of them.

This may be due to innate talent. Some people are weak and don't get enough, and some people don't refuse anything they come.

No matter how many things there are, the first priority is to restore this girl's mental strength.

Ye Tianzhen's Yuan Power held the medicinal solution and gathered it on Lin Moer's cute little head.

I have to refine it for this girl. As he spoke, little golden lights penetrated Lin Moer's forehead.

The light points sink into the sea of ​​consciousness, and the sea of ​​consciousness is like a vast and boundless mirror. The little stars sink in, stirring up the ripples of the water.

Miraculous runes gathered together in Lin Moer's sea of ​​consciousness, dotting the sea of ​​consciousness and the galaxy.

An illusory platform began to emerge in the sea of ​​consciousness,

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There is only a vague ghost outline.

The refined soul medicine is transformed into bits and pieces of magical starlight, which converges towards the platform base.
To be continued...