Buyun Village is still so luxurious, with both power and power in places where people are rare. White mist is shrouded in everywhere, and thin mist on the ground of Buyun Village, which looks extremely indifferent.
Although the villa is not very magnificent, the momentum of standing proudly on the hill is beyond the reach of an ordinary palace. A flag stands on the villa, and a gorgeous purple Xu True Dragon embroidered on the banner.
A noble and elegant atmosphere emanates from the banner, and the mountains blow, blew, waving the flag, as if a purple dragon flew into the sky.
Dongdongdongdong--Buyunzhuang is a little panicked today.
The sound of horse hooves stomping from far to near, and the people in Buyun Village seemed to feel the earth trembling.
Some people surged out of Huaguibi's manor, and everyone looked quite nervous, "Is it an earthquake?" Zi Yuanfen whispered.
The 50-year-old man, who was proudly looking up at the sky, looked into the distance in a luxurious but not luxurious clothes, "black air is everywhere and ghost air is full of energy."
"Is it because Fengdu wants to invade Western Shu?" Zi Yuan also felt nervous. Although Buyunzhuang is an extremely remote place in Western Shu, if Fengdu invades Western Shu, he may not necessarily not come to the Shangbi Cliff.[
"There is this possibility. In any case, we must make a complete plan. The King of Ghost in Fengdu is extremely wild, and I had already come out decades ago. If it weren't for this, I wouldn't have endured myself in Fengdu for so long and allowed the cultivator to enter and exit Fengdu at will." Zi Yuanyun stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the sky on the edge of the cliff.
"There are many people in Shu who eliminate demons and subdue demons. If they enter Western Shu so arrogantly, they may have suffered a considerable obstacle." Zi Yuansheng walked out from behind. Now he has a profound cultivation level and his eyes are restrained.
"After that being said, the King of Ghost in Fengdu is definitely not a mediocre talent. If he had not had great confidence, he would not have entered Western Shu so hasty." Zi Yuanyun said, looking into the distance without moving his eyes.
However, at this time, a disciple of a clan slowly walked forward, lowered his head and said softly: "According to the rumor, I heard that Fengdu changed in shock."
"Huh?" During this period, almost few people from Buyun Village went down the mountain. Because of the catastrophe, they did not dare to leave Buyun Village.
"Say!" A trace of splendor appeared in Zi Yuanyun's eyes, and Zi Yuansheng also showed a trace of solemnity.
"Fengdu changed in shock. Some ghosts in Fengdu have broken through their cultivation, as if they have entered the highest realm." When this man was speaking, he saw a hand grabbing his neck hatefully.
"Hmph——" Zi Yuanyun's expression was quite sinister, and then Gra's voice could be heard that the person's neck had been crushed.
Zi Yuansheng's expression was also unnatural, "I didn't expect that the clan would actually enter the fine work."
Zi Yuanyun calmed down the bullying chest, "There is a lot of demand for Fengdu."
However, at this moment, the blue sky above Buyun Village suddenly changed, and the black clouds instantly covered the blue sky. "Oh--" Zi Yuanyun's expression changed drastically, "They have arrived long ago--"
"Does it take a long time to come to this place?" The long voice, the restrained aura in it was extremely powerful. "This voice is not the Ghost King, but why is his cultivation so strong?" Zi Yuanyun's heart turned ten times in an instant, thinking about a lot of things.
"Take the disciples of the clan to a hidden place behind the cliff." Zi Yuanyun said to Zi Yuanyi.
"Yes." Zi Yuanyi quickly found several good children in the clan, and then pulled Zi Yuansheng away.
"Grandpa--" Zi Yuansheng looked at Zi Yuanyun in surprise, "I--"[
"Go to me--" Zi Yuanyun slapped Zi Yuansheng's back with one palm, and suddenly slapped Zi Yuansheng and Zi Yuan and five or six others away.
"I--" Zi Yuansheng was very anxious, but the palm wind was extremely huge. For a moment, Zi Yuansheng's method of resisting was beaten hundreds of feet away.
Ziyuan clouds change through the sky, and the sorrow in his heart is felt by others.
"Zixu Family--" The young voice came from the void, "I heard that it was an ancient royal noble-in-"
In an instant, ghost energy fell from the sky, and a series of qi pillars with tremendous ghost energy directly hit Buyun Village, with a total of 7749 black qi pillars.
"Have you surpassed the limit of the mortal world?" Zi Yuanyun looked at the dark sky.
"Ao--" A dragon roar suddenly came from Buyun Village, but it was directly killed by a black palm print falling from the sky.
"Hmph, a vulnerable waste-" A voice of disdain and contempt came, but angered the plain Zi Yuanyun, "You demons dare to be arrogant too-" Zi Yuanyun was seen, all the purple air came from the east, and the purple gold nine dragon staff in his hand shot out from the house. With a body, Zi Yuanyun had already rushed to the sky.
"Resist the enemy." A figure appeared in the void, burly and domineering, and his bronze armor did not seem shabby, but had a slight scent of ancient aura.
The gloomy ghost energy turned into a sharp sword and suddenly hit the purple gold Nine Dragon Staff. "Uh--what--" Zi Yuanyun's heart was shocked. The weapon that had been following him for decades in his hand shattered from the end point. The ordinary energy actually passed from the purple gold Nine Dragon Staff to Zi Yuanyun's hands closed. "Ah--" screamed, and Zi Yuanyun's sleeves immediately turned into shattering, and his chest hurt and a mouthful of blood spit out of his mouth.
Bang, the extremely embarrassed Ziyuanyun fell and fell into the square of Buyunzhuang. With a sound of blood, he had already vented his energy and blood, looking desolately at the proud figure in the sky.
"Who are you?" Zi Yuanyun asked in a low voice, as if she was extremely dissatisfied.
"You don't have the right to know." The contemptuous voice made Zi Yuanyun spit out two mouthfuls of blood again.
...
At the other end of Buyun Village, it is the northeast of Buyun Village, and it is also the low-lying place of the hanging cliff. There are mountains and trees covering it. "Grandpa--" Zi Yuansheng whispered in a low voice, looking at the center of Buyun Village at all times.
Zi Yuan also looked very painful, with a pale face, and stood on the edge of the cliff with a trembling body, "Why did you come to us?" He understood.
"It turns out that they are all hidden here--" A sarcastic laughter came, Zi Yuan's heart trembled, and then said in a panic: "I'll block you, you guys--" He couldn't say anything anymore, because there were cliffs at the moment. If you were flying in the air and the breath leaked, then you would be even more unavoidable.
A ghostly palm print suddenly fell from the sky, "Whatever you have to do, you have to survive for a baby-" and called in a low voice. Zi Yuanyi moved and had already risen into the air, "Puff--" The palm print penetrated into Zi Yuanyi's chest.
"No--" I saw that when Zi Yuan also left, he left a ray of energy, which actually directly brought Zi Yuan under the cliff, and the other disciples fell under the cliff one after another.
The dark cliff, the cliff is thousands of feet high...
...
The holy land three days later.
It has long been transformed into a messy scorched earth.
A figure weakly returned to the earth, holding his own tribe and his home.
"Hey—" Everyone feels physically and mentally exhausted, numb to life and death and fun in fighting.
The city in the holy land has turned into ruins, and the only remaining tribe members live in the residence of the Holy Son. This place is still a pure land and has not been poisoned by the war.
Everyone showed a heavy expression. What are the busy people these three days?
On the side of a mountain, snow-white graves were already covered with snow-white graves.
As long as everyone sits on the grass, they can go to the lost tribe members, including their own relatives and friends, and their own relatives and family members.
"Are you all here?" Leng Xiaoran's indifferent and hoarse voice came.
"How many people?" I asked, and then I knew about how many people were.
"One hundred and fifteen people." Bai Ling'er handed over the documents she had recorded before to Leng Xiaoran. Leng Xiaoran looked around but all those who survived were a group of lucky young people, only a few old people.
Leng Xiaoran looked through the documents in his hand and found many familiar names. The only outstanding disciples of the younger generation of the clan were Yemen, Leng Qing, Feng Qian, Feng Xue sisters, Lei Ming, Bai Tong Mengmiao and Ying Di. Many clan members were extremely ordinary, and the Dharma attracted Leng Xiaoran's attention.
"It is a great blessing for the tribe members to survive." Leng Xiaoran walked to the few remaining elders and said, with a very bitter expression.
The five elders, each of them are peak strong men, are no different from ordinary elderly people, and they have many injuries on their bodies.
"Social Son--" Leng Xiaoran.
"Hmm?" Leng Xiaoran looked at, "What's wrong?"
"Old son is ashamed of the Holy Son." Then the five knelt in front of Leng Xiaoran.
The Ten Saints Sons were five people, and Bai Ling'er said anxiously: "Get up, elders."
Leng Xiaoran silently said the five people. After a long time, he said: "Now, all the guilt is compensated for. This may be a fate."
Leng Xiaoran's expression was quite calm, but everyone could feel a cold breath from Leng Xiaoran's cold eyes.
"Have Yan Rulie left too?" Leng Xiaoran asked indifferently.
"Yeah." Someone answered.
"Have all his family left?" Leng Xiaoran continued to ask.
"Yeah." Someone also responded.
"They did a lot, but nothing left. All of this has turned into a cloud with the catastrophe..." Leng Xiaoran said lightly, with a look of sadness.
Leng Qing suddenly came over and whispered to Leng Xiaoran: "Is there any clan?"
"There is..." Leng Xiaoran was stunned, then said to Leng Qing, put one hand on Leng Qing's shoulder, and said firmly: "I am still here, the clan is here."
Leng Qing was stunned, Leng Xiaoran, with a little dazed in her eyes. This sentence lingered in her ears, which had not dissipated for a long time. Until a long time, some words seemed to be heard in her ears, "I ordered Leng Qing as the leader of the clan with the highest holy order in the clan and commanded the ten veins of the clan. The five elders of the clan are the elders of the clan and assisted the clan. Ten of us will use secret techniques to completely seal the holy realm for a hundred years, but transfer the space position of the holy realm..." There are still many words, Leng Qing didn't seem to hear them. She hoped Leng Xiaoran could stay in the clan, but she understood that Leng Xiaoran's ten people were burdened with heavy responsibilities and could not stop their pace...