After half a stick of incense, King Zhuan Lun and King Bian Cheng simultaneously looked at the four Origin Dzi Beads in the body of Dong Gong Pingyang who was recovering from his injuries at the same time, still in a dilemma.
Maybe when this kid recovers from his injuries, and he has the unfathomable Biluo Saint Mu Chengxue on his side, he might have the opportunity to safely take away the five origins.
Behind the three Tianlongs, Xiang Wujian, Murong Chen and Xiao Fengyi have already begun to heal their wounds with luck - they are all smart people in the world, and they are well aware of the current situation where they cannot advance or retreat.
Only by regaining strength as soon as possible can we have more opportunities.
At this moment.
Jingzhou is no longer the Jingzhou it was a few hours ago.
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The sky over Jingzhou seems to be no longer what it was yesterday.
The wind in the silence whistled loudly, and the clouds in the silence became thicker and thicker unknowingly. After half a stick of incense, it actually had a hazy color.
Mu Chengxue's signs of excessive wear and tear had disappeared from her brows. When she opened her eyes again, she was about to formally salute the two Yamas.
Before she opened her mouth, she followed the gazes of King Zhuan Lun and King Bian Cheng and saw three figures with noble appearance and extraordinary temperament.
Look at that appearance, every word and action on his body seems to be illuminated by the sun and the moon, every breath he inhales and exhales seems to be like wind and clouds, the demonic aura is completely restrained, and his cultivation is bottomless.
"Dragon clan..."
Mu Chengxue murmured, already understanding the current confrontation situation, she just bowed slightly towards the two Yamas and did not open her mouth to salute again.
The three heavenly dragons Yaoyi, Yaoren and Yaoku have practiced together since childhood, and they have the same mind and eye.
They were waiting for the three young men behind them - at least Murong Chen to regain his composure before they considered taking action.
Another three moments passed, and the haze in the northwest became heavier.
A hazy wind suddenly blew in the hazy clouds, as if it was the wind blowing on the eve of a storm that occurs once in a thousand years in the Nebula Desert. It slowly blew down the clouds, seeming to break the unparalleled confrontation between the supreme immortals between heaven and earth.
After a while, Xiao Fengyi and Murong Chen also woke up one after another. The injuries in their bodies had stabilized and were improving.
They immediately noticed the strange atmosphere around them and the haze in the northwest.
Xiang Wujian was the last one to wake up. He opened a pair of cold eyes flashing with five-color soul light. Instead of looking at the five transcendent immortals, he looked to the northwest with a frown.
There, a gloomy black cloud still lingers.
Beyond the hundreds of miles of void under the clouds, there is a powerful wave of power that is quickly approaching here without concealment.
Mu Chengxue, Murong Chen, and Xiao Fengyi all turned their gazes, and even Yaoku, one of the three Heavenly Dragons, looked sideways slightly, a trace of surprise flashing across his majestic dragon eyes.
The four major cultivators, including King Chakravartin and Yaoyi, were still staring at each other intently, but they already had concerns in their hearts - although the power fluctuations of the people from the northwest were strong, they were still far behind them.
In less than one meal, the haze hundreds of miles away pressed to the top of my head.
Under the gaze of everyone, I saw a group of people exuding a strange black aura descending from the clouds. They were densely packed with 45 hundred people. A soaring demonic aura instantly wiped out the slight cool breeze.
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The four men and one woman in the lead were none other than the five great demons from the Southern Wilderness Demon Realm: Jing Hao, Yin Miaozhi, Ting Luan, Yixing Fei and Hua Qianchi.
"What a fierce evil spirit, what a powerful death spirit!"
Yao Kulong's eyebrows furrowed slightly, revealing the surprise in the hearts of those watching.
Xiang Wujian, who was sitting cross-legged in the sky, quietly stood up.
King Zhuanlun, King Biancheng, Yaoyi, and Yaoren temporarily put their guard down and looked sideways at this group of uninvited guests.
The appearance of the death energy made the confrontational battlefield instantly tense. The tension was not between people, but two completely opposite energies. One was life and the other was death. The two energies started from the beginning of the world and ended with the collapse of the world.
This inexplicable tension made several masters of the Biluo tribe feel upset.
Seeing an enemy coming, Mu Chengxue put away her karma like falling snow, and her hair and eyes revived from white.
Dong Gong Pingyang also recovered from his continuous recovery, and his wife's Huitian Prison helped him repair the last few injuries.
The sudden sight of death in front of him made him feel disgusted, and he couldn't help but cursed: "What a disgusting smell."
However, Pingyang took another closer look and found that those who came were actually the soul-killing tribesmen who had been defeated by him a hundred years ago, and the disdainful smile that he had when he first came to Jingzhou showed on his face again:
"Who am I? It turns out to be a remnant from a hundred years ago."
After saying that, he looked again and saw that Pingyang's arrogant heart had regained a trace of calmness.
He is crazy, but not stupid.
He stared closely at the death energy rising from the group of people, glanced secretly at King Zhuan Lun and King Bian Cheng, and then secretly glanced at the Dragon Clan, Xiang Wujian and others.
Everyone had the same strange look on their faces, it didn't look like they were seeing a ghost, but they looked like they were seeing a demon.
Not far away, this group of demon cultivators suddenly appeared with death aura, and their cultivation levels were all above the spiritual realm. The five people in front all had stars twinkling in their bodies, and they had obviously opened 1 acupuncture point, and they were genuine 1
Star Immortal!
Dong Gong Pingyang's nervous and calm heart surged with anger, and the anger surged into his chest, turning his face into livid color.
"How is this possible? These demon cultivators are obviously not from the Huangquan tribe. How can foreigners possess death energy and use it to break through the shackles?!"
The same surprise appeared in the hearts of Chakravartin King, Yaoyi and others, but the faces of the two Yamas and the three Heavenly Dragons were only slightly surprised.
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Because they have lived too long and have seen too many strange things.
Although this is an unprecedented strange thing.
Among the group of people floating in the sky, only Xiang Wujian had an indescribable shock on his face and heart.
He had an inexplicable impulsive feeling - he felt that that person was back.
At this moment, Jing Hao in the distance waved his strong arm and shouted towards Xiang Wujian: "Jing Hao from Juntian Palace, leading his disciples, is here to help the Evil Emperor!"
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Hearing the words "Juntian Palace", Mu Chengxue and Pingyang were shocked. After being shocked, they already understood that things were not that simple.
Juntian Palace has been destroyed a long time ago - because the Phoenix Clan has long since retreated, and the Huangquan Clan has also declined. But now someone has come back with Juntian Palace, which means that some people have also come back.
Xiang Wujian's smiling eyes did not hide the excitement rising and falling in his heart - he didn't know much about Juntian Palace, and he didn't care about the strange appearances of Jing Hao and other powerful men. What made him excited was this group of people.
Why does it appear!
The appearance of the demons from the Juntian Palace broke this unparalleled confrontation, and at some point, the dense black clouds in the sky gradually became thinner, revealing wisps of blue gaps in the sky.
Wisps of light shone down and drifted over the ruins of Jingzhou City, like spirits falling from the sky, gently comforting the devastated creatures in this unprecedented war.
After a while, the light swam upstream, swimming past the pure white and flawless karma around Mu Chengxue. With everyone's gaze, it lingered and gathered in front of the death aura emanating from the Juntian Temple disciples.
At this moment, among all the people present, only Xiang Wujian's gaze suddenly became filled with mixed emotions - behind that excitement was actually mixed with clearly visible anger.
Guangluo 1 person came out.
Black hair, black eyes, green clothes.
The appearance and figure of this gentle breeze seemed like a thunderbolt falling in everyone's heart, violently splitting open the heart door with shock written on it.