"Do you have that strength?" Yuwen Zhouyuan raised his head slightly and sneered. At this time, he looked like an ordinary person, and no one could see through his cultivation.
The man in black tights on the roof narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a cold light, "You will know in a moment whether he has the strength or not."
Yuwen Zhouyuan took a step forward, and with a loud bang, the city trembled, and dark cracks spread out under Yuwen Zhouyuan's feet, like spider webs, and all the tall buildings were shaking.
And there were many cracks.
"Come down, I hate it when people stand up so high and talk to me." He shouted coldly, his voice shaking the world, and everyone in the city could hear it clearly.
While speaking, Yuwen Zhouyuan took action. He opened his hand to grab it, and an invisible spiritual power burst out. A piece of space condensed directly and turned into a huge palm. It looked extremely weird because it was formed by traces of space fluctuations.
A big hand.
As soon as this big hand grabbed it, the building seemed to be broken into pieces.
The man in black tights had no resistance at all and was grabbed from the roof by Yu Wen Zhouyuan and thrown to the ground.
"Boom..." The medium-sized city of Obiwen shuddered again, and the building shook even more, as if it might collapse at any time. The majestic energy spread out, and many people stepped back a few steps.
Bu, his face was very ugly.
A big hole appeared on the flat surface, and the man in black tights stuck his body upside down like a carrot.
When the dust settled, blood seeped out from the cracks in the road, looking extremely bloody.
Seeing this scene, the expressions of the masters of the True Soul Cult around them changed, and they all felt a chill rising, as if it was the twelfth lunar month of winter.
"Get out." Yuwen Zhouyuan took another step forward, and the terrifying momentum from his body burst out. A huge wave of air rolled up with Yuwen Zhouyuan as the center, and the flat cement roads became layer by layer.
"Puff puff..." Under Yu Wen Zhouyuan's momentum, some people very close to him spurted out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards, hitting the surrounding buildings hard.
"Boom..." The surrounding buildings shook and many houses collapsed.
"Let's go." Yuwen Zhouyuan said with a cold glance.
Tang Jiulang and others all looked at Yuwen Zhouyuan respectfully, then rose into the sky and left here, preparing to return to the Fusang Flower Island Domain.
"Kill." At this moment, a voice sounded, and all the True Emperor masters around them took action and attacked Tang Jiulang and others.
"Looking for death." Yuwen Zhouyuan shouted angrily, using the ability of emotions to stir up the emotional energy generated in countless people's bodies and turn it into attacks.
"Bang bang bang..." The body of a master exploded, and blood rained down one after another. It looked bloody and cruel.
Originally, Yuwen Zhouyuan was not prepared to kill them. After all, they were all masters of the human race. But now it seems that some people are just mean. Only after killing a group of people, they will know what it means to be scary.
Yuwen Zhouyuan seemed to have turned into a peerless demon. As soon as he thought about it, someone died, and Yin Hong's blood line spread all over the road.
Four breaths later, there was no one here, no one was dead, some were running away. Yuwen Zhouyuan coldly swept the bloody land, and then disappeared.
Not long after Yuwen Zhouyuan left, a master wearing black armor suddenly appeared in the sky above the city of Obiwen. This master was all black, even his face was black, as if he was a ghost.
Just like a piece of armor.
"Who is it? You dare to kill people from the True Soul Sect." A ruthless voice that seemed to come from under the Nine Nethers echoed in this space.
After hearing these words, the remaining people in the city felt a chill rise in their hearts, and their bodies trembled involuntarily, as if they had encountered something terrible.
This master in black armor stayed for half a stick of incense and then disappeared in an instant, as if he had never appeared before.
As soon as he left, the overwhelming pressure disappeared, and the people in the city took a few deep breaths before returning to normal.
"Who on earth is this person? He is so terrifying and powerful that we don't even dare to vent our anger." A master said.
"Could it be a foreign race?" Another master asked in agreement.
"Probably not. If they were aliens, they would never stay for such a long time. Moreover, aliens are cruel and cunning. They would have taken action long ago when they saw us." The person who spoke first said.
"Most of them are masters of the True Soul Sect, and maybe they are the recently rumored true soul sect god generals." The person who said this sentence just said this, and the whole scene fell silent.
During this period of time, rumors about the 108 divine generals of the True Soul Religion spread throughout the Far West. There were many words of admiration for their heroic figures, killing masters, etc.
Almost everyone in the Far West knows about the One Hundred and Eight Divine Generals.
"There is a good show to watch. I really look forward to what will happen after the encounter between the divine general and the Dragon Alliance monk." said a master whose cultivation had just reached the late stage of True Lord.
Everyone else started talking about this matter.
After Yuwen Zhouyuan left the city of Obvan, he flew all the way east. He wanted to cross the entire westernmost land to reach the sea, and then take the opportunity to enter the place of the Winged Clan.
Along the way, Yuwen Zhouyuan has basically learned about the entire Far West. Now only the True Soul Sect is the most famous here. The experts from the Dragon League and the True God Sect seem to be lurking, and they are basically not as good as before.
Arrogant.
Today's True Soul Sect is almost the most arrogant. Of course, they have the qualifications to be arrogant. After all, they suddenly have one hundred and eight masters in the early stage of the True Saint, which greatly increases their strength.
Yuwen Zhouyuan had just arrived at the coastal area of the Far West when he suddenly thought of that woman Jian Muran. Regardless of whether there was any relationship between the two of them, after all, she was already his own, and he should go see her both emotionally and rationally.
one time.
Yuwen Zhouyuan thought of what Hyde Wookie said when he left, and thought: It would be good to go and have a look. I don't know how she is doing during this period of time.
After gathering his attention, Yuwen Zhouyuan flew in the void, his divine consciousness spread, and he checked everything within the scope of his divine consciousness.
More than three hundred miles away from Nuzhou City, which was almost completely destroyed, in a farm on the edge of a medium-sized city, a sword in a light blue dress sat silently on the fertile grass, with two feet that were as smooth as white jade carvings.
Faintly visible in the green grass.
This woman is naturally Jian Moran, and only she can be so quiet, calmer than the lake.
Jian silently looked at the few small animals in the distance with far-reaching eyes, not knowing what to think about.
"Alas..." A sigh sounded, with a bit of melancholy and longing. The passage of time has turned the sea into a field of mulberry fields, made the sun and the moon rotate countless times, and made the beautiful face haggard and withered, but the person in my heart is still unforgettable.
.
"Master Jian, you are sighing again, this is the twentieth time today." At this time, Concubine Xueling Yan with long golden hair came over and said, and then sat next to Jian Muran.
"What happened to the twentieth time? It's still hard to forget. Is it really so difficult to cut off love?" Jian Moran seemed to be talking to himself, or to Xueling Yanfei.
"I really don't understand why Mr. Jian must kill his love! Since he can't stop killing it, it's better to let it stay in the bottom of our heart. This is also a kind of longing. When one day we feel lonely, when we think about it again, it is also a yearning.
Such sweetness." Xueling Yanfei's eyes flashed brightly, as if she was imagining something.
Hearing this, Jian Moran trembled all over, and his confused and calm eyes rippled in circles, as if he had figured out something.
"Young Master Jian... Young Master Jian... Look in front of you..." At this moment, Concubine Xueling Yan suddenly spoke up. Her voice revealed joy, happiness and excitement, as if she had encountered something terrible.
generally.
Jian Moran looked up gently and saw a figure slowly walking over on the vast green sky. This figure had been rippling in the long river of time for thousands of years, as if it was about to disappear at any time, but she still recognized it all at once.
come out.
I don't know why, but suddenly, when she saw that figure, she calmed down. This was an emotion that she shouldn't have. Her emotion should have been excited, but now it was extremely abnormal.
Seeing Jian silently looking at the slowly approaching figure, Xueling Yanfei felt excited. Finally, she no longer heard the lamentations. She walked towards a wooden pavilion not far away knowingly.
go.
From a distance, Yuwen Zhouyuan saw Jian Muran's cold and cold face. She was still the same as yesterday, always looking calm and unfazed.
Yuwen Zhouyuan walked forward slowly. Time passed extremely slowly at this moment, as if every breath was as long as a year or ten years.
Finally walking in front of Jian Muran, the two of them just looked at each other quietly.
The blue sky and white clouds are like bits and pieces of the past, interpreting a scene. The green grass and red flowers are like countless lines intertwined between the two people, leading to their final encounter.
The encounter was an arrangement of fate, and it was also the slight deviation of two parallel lines that caused them to intersect.
Looking at the familiar faces, I can't help but think of the memories of yesterday's scenes. If memories can write a story, as long as it can write dozens of books.
"Are you okay?" Yuwen Zhouyuan asked with a smile on his face.
"Okay." Jian Muran still doesn't like to talk as before. If others don't ask her, she will never take the initiative to speak.
"You are back to your original self. I remember when you left Haizhou, you even took the initiative to greet other people for a while." Yuwen Zhouyuan walked to her and sat down slowly.
"I don't want to say hello to them." Jian Muran said calmly.
"Are you happy living here during this time?" Yuwen Zhouyuan asked.
There was a trace of confusion in Jian Moran's calm eyes. She did not answer Yuwen Zhouyuan's question because she didn't know how to answer it.