Later, the knife could not bear to have his beloved wife died, so he tried every means to finally resurrect Yanyan. Then he admitted his mistake to Yanyan, saying that he shouldn't have lie to her, Lin Yang was already dead.
But this time, Lin Yang was really dead. Yan Yan didn't believe it at first, and after waiting for 10,000 years, Lin Yang never came again. It was not that he died, but that he was heartbroken! Otherwise, he would have recovered from his injuries.
As long as you still care about yourself, you will definitely kill you again.
This time, Yanyan followed Dao Rang wholeheartedly.
However, unexpectedly, twenty thousand years later, the inheritor of the Qingyang Saint Lord came up. However, this time, it was destined to be the end because the person coming was Zhou Jun.
Looking at the sword rushing towards him, this person's cultivation level is probably no less than the seventh level of Xuyuan. Although he is from the same era as the Saint of Qingyang, and has been over 130,000 years old, his cultivation level cannot be
Comparing with time.[
Some people have the qualifications there, and they will not make any progress after reaching a certain level. Just like Yan Yan is also a figure in the same era as the Saint of Qingyang, but her cultivation is only in the realm of concentrating the mind, so she should have used the number of swords.
The result of the elixir.
Is it the seventh level of Xuyuan? Zhou Jun smiled at the corner of his mouth. Maybe he could let go of his hands and feet this time.
"Don't interfere, this is my promise, I will fulfill it myself." Zhou Jun turned his head and looked at Zhang Jian and the others who were coming to help, and said loudly.
The Saint of Qingyang passed his will to himself, and he promised him. No matter who is right or wrong in this matter, in short, he must do what he promised.
Looking at the knife coldly, the Liuyun in Zhou Jun's hand flashed into his eyebrows. The Dragon Soul Sword appeared in his hand. Today, I will fight you head-on. For nothing else, I want to teach you a lesson for the Holy Lord Qingyang.
"Clam!"
One sword and one sword collided in the air, both of which were magical weapons, and their power was immediately incomparable. Dao Rang's cultivation was at the seventh level of the virtual essence, and Zhou Jun was only at the second level of the virtual essence, so the power of the magical weapon was not exerted.
Same.
The knife let the knife stand in the air, and the body did not shake, while Zhou Jun. His body was shattered at the moment of collision, and his body was too fragile.
However, Zhou Jun did not stay at all this time, and he didn't even reshape his body. He rushed over again with his sword and then collided again. This time, even his soul was shattered.
After repeated collisions, they are brought back again and again, which is the level of Zhou Jun's soul being so strong that it can hold on.
However, in the eyes of outsiders, Zhou Jun seemed to be trying to commit suicide, hitting stones with eggs again and again.
A trace of worry flashed in Zhang Jian and Yun Yao's eyes. After all, what they want to hit Zhou Jun's soul now. Although they reorganized immediately after each break, they still couldn't help but worry about this level of injury.
At this time, the only thing they couldn't understand was why Zhou Jun's magical power was not used.
Another collision. Zhou Jun's soul was shaken away again, and it took a while to reorganize this time.
Dao Rang did not pursue the victory. He held the long sword in his hand and said disdainfully: "Do you have this little strength? I really don't understand how you killed my three elders."
At this time, after Zhou Jun reorganized his soul, he reorganized his body again, and a happy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Senior Qingyang, I have taught him a lesson just now, it's time to end."
Just when everyone didn't understand what Zhou Jun meant, he slowly took back the Dragon Soul Sword and turned to Zhang Jian and said, "Zhang Jian, you are the true body of death, the king in the dark, you should have a cover.
Let’s cover the sun for the sky and the moon! Now cover the sun for me.”
Although Zhang Jian didn't understand what Zhou Jun meant, he nodded and showed his true body of death. This time it was a huge version. His figure instantly magnified and turned into unknown size, blocking everyone inside.
, as if it was night.
The knife made the mind look alert. He didn't understand what Zhou Jun wanted to do, but he had a vague premonition that this move seemed very powerful.[
Of course, Zhou Jun did not disappoint him. The suicide attack just now had already brought Zhou Jun's injuries in his eyes. Now it's time to resolve the battle, otherwise it would take a long time to delay the injury and worsen it, and Zhou Jun faced a Xu Yuan.
It is difficult for the seventh level of the Saint Lord to have a chance of winning.
Zhou Jun stroked Liuyun and murmured softly: "The snow in the dark night."
After he finished speaking, the unexpected collapse of the sky and the earth did not happen, but instead became even calmer and weirdly scary.
This is a kind of tranquility that precedes death.
I saw a white thing floating in the night sky, slowly falling down to everyone. Looking from a distance, this white thing looked like goose feathers falling from the sky.
"Snow! It's snow! It's snowing!" One of the disciples shouted, but he couldn't speak the next moment.
Because the snow had fallen on him, his voice came to an abrupt end as the snow fell on him, as if it had been petrified in an instant.
Then, in the surprised gaze of others, his body slowly dissipated. Although there was no wind, he still drifted with the wind.
This is a snow of death, an unusually killing snow. The snow is white and beautiful, so when the snow falls, it cannot tolerate anything other than it.
And people in the snow are the only obstacle, so people must die!
Daowang suddenly felt like he was hiding when he saw this scene, but no matter how he hiding, he could not escape from the snow before it fell on him. He turned to look at Yanyan, wondering if Zhou Jun did it on purpose.
Anyway, she is outside the range of falling snow.
At this time, Yanyan was intent on her face and didn't know what she was thinking.
In despair, the knife had to hold up the protective cover, just like the young elder just now supported it.
However, this water-blue protective cover did not have the luck of the previous one. The snow slowly fell, penetrating the protective cover like it was shuttled into the air.
The knife watched Qingxue fall on him, and then his surprised gaze stopped abruptly, and his expression suddenly solidified on his face.
The protective cover he supported slowly dissipated, his body slowly dissipated, and the same was true for his soul.
When Zhou Jun saw this scene, he sighed softly: "It's over."
Zhang Jian took back his true body of death. The heaven and earth have returned to Qingming. The golden sunlight shines on the earth. The spiritual sword gate of tens of thousands of people has no one, not even a corpse.
All that was left was the souls everywhere, and they were all close to destruction. Zhou Jun slowly walked towards Yanyan, and he understood the evil fate of the Saint Lord Qingyang in this life.
"Do you think this is over? I'm not that easy to kill!" A roar broke out, and Dao Rang's figure appeared again, but this time it was in the state of soul.
Zhou Jun was slightly stunned. These were in trouble. The previous battles had cleaned the spiritual power that had left him on his body, and his body was seriously injured.
And under the clear snow in the dark night, Dao Rang was not dead, and he seemed to have great combat power. What should I do now? [
"Hmph! With one knife, the world is broken!"
The knife made him completely angry. At the same time, he was also afraid that Zhou Jun would use the move he had just done again, so he immediately tried his best to make Zhou Jun feel directly.
The knife made this knife not only target Zhou Jun, Lian Yunyao, and Zhang Jian.
The three of them felt that they were shrouded in a strong fighting spirit, and that they could not avoid this move, so they could only fight hard, because you who were decided by it could not escape at all.
The knife made him wave his hands, which seemed extremely difficult. He actually showed signs of trembling. It seemed that this move also made him feel extremely difficult.
The power of a saint who can make a seventh level of Void Yuan feel difficult moves, and you can imagine it.
Zhou Jun had no power to resist at this time, and he felt that he had been hit by a heavy object in an instant, and the target of the impact was the soul. He flew back several meters and fell to the ground.
Yun Yao doesn't have to be much better than Zhou Jun. Although she was not injured before, how could her vitality be comparable to Zhou Jun.
Under this move, a mouthful of blood was spurted out. Although the body was not broken, the knife made this move target the soul, so her soul had been shaken into several pieces.
Although Zhang Jian did not express anything, judging from his expression, he was not much injured.
Zhou Jun opened his eyes and Xiang Fen got up, but he failed after trying several times. At this time, he had no strength to stand up.
Looking at Dao Rang again, he was wearing a thick mouth, and this move was quite burdened with him. However, when he saw Zhou Jun and the other two, he smiled. This move was worth it.
"Hmph! You are no longer able to fight now! You are still letting me slaughter!" Dao Ren said coldly and walked towards Zhou Jun with the knife.
Zhou Jun posed the greatest threat to him and made him feel the most dangerous. This person must be eliminated first.
"It seems that I'm not late."
At this critical moment, a faint sound came from afar, which made people feel like a breeze was coming towards us.
I saw a figure slowly falling from the sky. The man had long blue hair and a faint smile on his face, and fell straight into the field.
"Saint of Lan Ice." Zhou Jun blurted out and made his debut as soon as he saw someone.
Lan Bing Saint Lord smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to come one step earlier than me, but I really don't think you came later."
"Saint Lord Lan Ice!" Dao Rang was shocked when he heard Zhou Jun say this person's name. Who doesn't know the Saint Lord Lan Ice, no one knows it.
"Aren't you dead? Why did you appear here?" Daoran looked at the Saint Lan Bing and said in horror. If Saint Lan Bing was an enemy of him, the ten of them would not be opponents of Saint Lan Bing.
As a master named as Qingyang Saint, he understood the strength of Lan Ice Saint. The Qingyang God Lord back then still easily defeated him under serious injuries after defeating Lan Ice Saint. At this moment, he faced him with great difficulty.
At the peak of the Lan Bing Saint, he naturally understood that his chance of winning was equal to zero.
"Haha, I'm dead, but now I'm alive again." Lan Bing Saint Lord smiled and looked at Yanyan beside him, "I didn't expect that you are still alive, Qingyang! You are so ridiculous, the person you care about
You are still alive, but you are dead. Haha! It's a pity!"
The Saint Lan Bing laughed twice like Zhou Jun, and then said very seriously: "Qingyang's death is all because of me, so today I will understand this cause and effect for him."
Daran immediately grabbed the knife in his hand and said solemnly: "You really want to be enemies with me?"
"Be an enemy of you?" Lan Bing Saint looked at him and said disdainfully: "You are not worthy of letting me be your enemy. My purpose is to understand the cause and effect for Qingyang. Kill you, it will be a good time."
Feeling the tone of the Saint Lord Lan Bing. Even the clay man is very angry, not to mention that his sword is the supreme who has been famous for a long time.
"Hmph! Arrogant! A sword is out, the world is broken!" Faced with the Blue Ice God Lord who was so powerful that he exceeded his expectations, the sword used this move without hesitation.
Although this move has a lot of burden on his body, he doesn't choose.
However, this time they were dealing with the Saint Lan Bing. Seeing this knife, Saint Lan Bing smiled disdainfully and said, "I dare to take out the tricks of carving insects and show off my ugly face."
As he spoke, a light curtain flashed across the hands of the Saint Lan Bing, and a sword shadow hit the Saint Lan Bing. Then when he hit his light curtain, it disappeared as if there was no reaction.
At the same time, the sword seemed to have been hit hard, and the soul shattered and it took a long time to reorganize.
"You! You! You actually..." He pointed at the Saint Lan Bing and shouted in disbelief.
Although he knew that the Saint Lan Bing was very powerful, he also understood that he had no chance of winning this battle. However, he still couldn't accept the reality of such a cruel face.
As the same Saint Lord, Lan Bing Saint Lord turned his attack back with one wave, causing him to suffer his own consequences and endure his own attack.
What once was a sharp move, but now it has become his own death talisman.
"Okay. It's time to send you on your way." Saint Lan Bing said lightly.
"Wait!" Zhou Jun recovered some strength at this time and quickly spoke out.
The Saint Lan Bing looked at Zhou Jun, with a smile on his lips and said, "What?"
Zhou Jun stood up reluctantly and said slowly: "I accepted the will of the Saint Lord Qingyang and promised to help him complete that matter. Now, please give them to me for your treatment."
"Well. You are also considered the inheritor of Qingyang, so let it be left to you!" Lan Bing Saint looked at Zhou Jun and nodded and said.
"Thank you, senior." Zhou Jun clasped his fists at the Lan Bing Saint Ancestor and turned his eyes to Dao Rang. At this time, he no longer had any power to resist.
Yanyan came to her senses and rushed over. Just as she was about to say something, two lights shot out from Zhou Jun's eyes and directly sealed her.
A little warrior in the concentrating stage, even if Zhou Jun does not have any strength, he can crush her by relying solely on his momentum.
Her eyes were filled with anxiety, as if she wanted to say something, but it was sealed by Zhou Jun and could not move at all.
"I said that you will watch me and kill him." Zhou Jun smiled coldly.
"Soul Prison!"
Zhou Jun shouted softly, and the colorful pagoda suddenly descended on everyone's heads again. When Lan Bing Saint saw this soul prison, his face suddenly changed drastically, and his eyes flashed with hope.
The red door on the first floor of the Soul Prison slowly opened, and all the souls of the disciples of the Spirit Sword Gate on the ground were sucked in, like a tide.
"It's time for you to go in, there will be the cruelest torture waiting for you forever." Zhou Jun said coldly, then urged the Soul Prison to suck the soul with the knife in.
The knife made the soul prison suck in straight at the Soul Prison without any power to fight back. Finally, he looked back at Yanyan.
After Zhou Jun finished all this, he put away the Soul Prison and then lifted Yanyan's seal.
When Yanyan saw Dao Rang being subdued by Zhou Jun, she remained silent and two tears were slashed across the corners of her eyes.
"Tell me! Why are you still alive?" Zhou Jun asked.
Yan Yan told everyone what happened after the Qingyang Saint Lord escaped. At this time, she could no longer tell who she liked more.
After listening, everyone present was silent.
Who should blame for this matter? Did Dao Ren? He just made up a lie for the person he liked. If it weren't for him, Yan Yan would have been so forced to kill him.
Yanyan? After learning that her childhood sweetheart had died, she certainly had to put herself in the arms of the knife to make this person who is truly good to her.
Qingyang Saint Lord? That's even more impossible. From what perspective, he is a victim of all this.
"Ah! It's so alas!" After hearing this, Saint Lan Bing sighed softly, "Actually, it's all my fault. If it weren't for helping me, Qingyang wouldn't have been seriously injured or died."
What Lan Bing Saint said makes sense. If the Qingyan Saint was in the whole province, I would have probably killed Dao Ren long ago and then led Yanyan away.
However, all this is fate!
Zhou Jun sneered, looked straight at Yanyan with a cold look and said, "I can't control it anymore, right? I just want to ask you one thing, there is really no sign of Lin Yang when you were a teenager in your heart?
”
"Yes, of course there!" Yanyan replied immediately.
"You are lying!" Zhou Jun said coldly, "If so, you would not have been resurrected after seeing the desperate look of the Lord Qingyang Saint, and after resurrection, you would still be the wife of Dao Rang, even if the Lord Qingyang Saint is really dead
Now.”
Yanyan stopped talking, she really refuted Zhou Jun’s words.
Zhou Jun spread his hands, revealed the shell, and smiled faintly: "Do you want to know what Senior Qingyang asked me before his death?"
"What is it?" Yan Yan asked.
"He said, I want me to steal your body back and take it back to the foot of Qingyang Mountain in the ministers' dynasty and bury it together. He thought, you must be unhappy here."
"Senior Qingyang, he thought that you had him in your heart until his death." Zhou Jun said here, with a hint of anger on his face: "But, you have become the wife of the sect leader for the second time here."
Yanyan's whole body trembled and her eyes dimmed. She really couldn't find anything to refute Zhou Jun. Perhaps, she was really a woman who was dissatisfied with her.
The Saint Lan Bing shook his head gently, as if he felt that he was not worthy of his best friend, and seemed to be blaming himself.
"Haha." Zhou Jun suddenly laughed, "Actually, no matter how much you say these things, it's all the same. Senior Qingyang is dead. It's better to die than to die. Now there is no meaning for whoever is right or wrong, but..."
Zhou Jun said, and suddenly a cloud flashed from his eyebrows and stabbed Yan Yan's chest with a sword. No one expected this action.