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The gloomy sky sobbed, and the heavy rain washed away the cold blood and endless ruins in the broken walls on the mountain. There seemed to be a loud sound of books on the mountain, and the memories of the academy seemed to appear in the heavy rain.

On the lonely mountain road, there is a holy chasing of the Liucai Fei Pavilion quietly descending down the mountain.

The nine figures carrying the holy chasing were light steps on the mountain road, as if they were unwilling to disturb the Taoist holy land sleeping in this heavy rain!

The Holy One has been driven into Bodhi City.

The people in the city, who had not yet known why, gathered on both sides of the street, or in the gates and pavilions of the city towers, pointing to the silent mountain from now on, as if curious about why they could never see the thousand-year-old Bodhi tree that could reach the sky again.

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The Holy Race passed through the main street in silence. Whether it was the twelve stars of the Sutra that were carrying the Holy Race or the Taoist in the blue curtain sitting in the sky, they ignored the curious eyes and discussions sent by the people around them.

The destruction of the academy of the statue of the God of the Tiandong and the twelve stars of the Jingtian seem to be light, but in fact, there are countless eyes staring at this world. The truth will eventually become a topic of conversation between the people in the city and the people of the world, or rise in the rising sun.

On the day, or when the rain stops, it is destined to be unable to hide it. Tiandong will naturally not block the world's long and wide mouths...

The Holy One drove out of Bodhi City.

The Holy One was driven away on the official road washed by the rain.

The twelve stars in the Sutra Heaven shrank into an inch, and they were not covered with rain, and they were twenty miles away from Bodhi City in an instant.

The Holy Chase walked quietly in the woods.

A gray carriage came towards me.

The horse pulling the cart was brisk and fast, like a beast running in the rain, or like an eagle catching prey. The cart jumped over a hundred feet away and rushed towards the holy chasing.

The Twelve Stars of Jingtian are naturally not ordinary sedan chairmen. When they saw this strange gray carriage, they were already alert at the first glance. How could they easily alarm the master in the holy chasing?

The carriage did not hit the holy chasing, because one meter before the unusual sedan chairmen, the carriage and the horse collided with a layer of invisible space boundary walls and instantly shattered into slag.

After the carriage was shattered, an unusual black cloud rolled in the sky.

The black clouds rolled up in a moment from the appearance to the sky in the forest.

In an instant, the surroundings were completely in the darkness where they could not reach out to see their hands, and the wind could not blow in, and the rain could not hit in.

The twelve stars of Jingtian suddenly stopped and were alert to the surroundings.

The Taoist Qingyi in the Holy Champion also opened his deep eyes that were changing with the galaxy.

Two huge eyes as big as lanterns appeared in the black clouds that covered the sky and shone with thunder. The giant eyes shone out two terrifying beams of light, with scarlet and hideousness, like an ancient awakened god and demon beast.

The eyes were staring at the figure in the holy throne.

"Demon, punishment, God!"

The Taoist Qingyi looked at the terrifying bloody eyes in the dark sky, then frowned, murmured in a sound that only he could hear.

Chen Sheng, the Taoist in Qingyi, said three words.

Three words that have not been mentioned for five hundred years.

Then the statue of the blue-clothed god from Tiandong in the holy chasing was rolled away by the black clouds that covered the sky and the sun and blinded the secrets of the sky, and disappeared without a trace.

The dark curtain faded from the sky at an indescribable speed. The wind blew on the face, and the rain continued to drip on the earth in the forest. The twelve stars on the official road on the face of the sky were so shocking that it was indescribable.

Although the Taoist in Qingyi is very light, it is as light as a feather.

Although the Qingyi Taoist's aura was so subtle that even his breathing was integrated with the heaven and earth.

But as a disciple of the statue of the God of Tiandong, even if the Twelve Stars of Jingtian did not have to turn their heads, they could feel that the holy chasing carried by the nine people together was empty!

"Who is it?"

Nine figures looked at each other.

There was shock in my eyes and a little anxiety.

They really couldn't think of anyone who has such mysterious means to come and go without a trace in the world today. What is even more incredible is that the inexplicable and weird black cloud was actually in Tiandongba.

The twelve stars of the Hundred Sects of Jingtian provoke the Holy Lord unscrupulously under their noses!

The gentle and jade-like Nine Star Tianji looked around and sighed in his heart.

He knew that in the Three Thousand Worlds and the Forgetful River, the Holy Lord, who was entangled by Dean Zhuang and Duanyanke, suffered some secret injuries one after another. Although it was not serious, it was quite exhausted.

The strange black clouds just now were able to invade without their awareness and provoke the Holy Lord. It was obviously an existence that was no less from the statue of the God of Tiandong and even had to be in the Divine Realm.

A saint who appears with the black weird clouds!

Jiuxing Tianji, who had no suspicious traces in the rain and mountains and forests of all directions, suddenly jumped out of his mind. He recalled the serious injuries of Wuxiang Daozong on the opening of the academy a few years ago.

He said that name without thinking.

"Bai Zhiqiu!"

"Master of the Demon Sect?"

"That was the demonic skill and demon punishment heaven just now?"

This name has been heard by the other eight brothers.

Only then did everyone realize it completely!

The nine great figures of Tiandong were about to set out to go to the Demon Sect Two Realms Mountain to verify the conjecture, but suddenly a few cheerful and exquisite sounds of a woman came from the forest.

The nine people all looked in the sound.

A gust of wind whistled.

After the storm, a few figures that did not exist appeared in the forest not far away.

Those figures gathered together, which was a quiet painting, a painting that was not disturbed by wind and rain.

In the painting, two charming women snuggled in the arms of the skinny and weird man, enjoying the joy brought by the rough palms that were swimming down and back on their bodies, grabbing the warm breasts, which was the peak.

In the painting, there is an old man playing chess under the tree, and a beggar lying on the lawn drinking wine.

When the beggar drank, his eyes were staring at the freak who always used daggers to manicure without saying a word.

Seven people in the painting.

The seven figures who seemed quite leisurely and indulged in pleasure formed a picture that was not harmonious with this heavy rainy weather, in front of the twelve stars of Jingtian.

The innocent Nine Star Tianji voice was a bit suspicious: "It's you?"

After the Saint Lord Tiandong and the strange black clouds dissipated, the seven great sands, who had rarely appeared from the Emperor Alliance, suddenly appeared here, blocking the way of the twelve stars of Jingtian.

This move has to be thoughtful!

You should know that in the battle of the Demon Sect five hundred years ago, the Emperor Yutian's Emperor Alliance was the forefront and broke into the Two Realms Mountains first. In this way, the Emperor Alliance and the remnants of the Demon Sect have an irreconcilable hatred. Today, the seventh day

How could quicksand help Bai Zhiqiu, the leader of the Demon Sect who was sweeping the black clouds?

Even the Tianji Star cannot understand the hidden truth!

Kuixing Tianlong angrily opened his eyes and continued, "No matter what kind of transaction is there between the Emperor Alliance and Bai Zhiqiu, I will not talk about the victory or defeat between Bai Zhiqiu and my Tiandong Holy Lord. How can you just talk about the seven Liusha?

Block my twelve stars from the way?"

Behind the Tianlong Star, eight figures, including the Nine Stars Tianji, stepped forward together, and the nine Tianxing Stars stood side by side. Looking at the formation, it seemed that they were going to fight against the emperor's seven quicksand.

"The seven of them could not stop the twelve stars of Jingtian."

"I wonder how I can add to the three of us?"

It was raining in the sky.

The heavy rain fell on the official road in the forest.

The raindrops as big as beans fell into the puddle, causing slight ripples, and three vague shadows swayed in the ripples.

Three figures appeared strangely from the raindrops.

A green robe, a purple robe, and a black robe.

After the three figures that could not see clearly appeared, it seemed as if the seven quicksands in the painting gathered together, waiting respectfully behind the three figures wearing wide robes.

The Tianlong Xing frowned slightly: "Sandu leader!"

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In the mountains and jungle of Bodhi, three figures, one in front and two behind, jumped like spiritual apes in the heavy rain, leaping across the steep cliffs.

I don’t know what the situation of the academy on the mountain was like, Luo Changfeng and his other men left the carriage several miles away, and then they spread their body skills and rushed to the back mountain. They did not walk the main mountain at the academy, but instead walked around the mountain to avoid their eyes and eyes.

Climb and other dangerous peaks.

The steep cliffs on the back mountain of the academy are extremely difficult for ordinary practitioners to climb, but Luo Changfeng, Yingtian, Yi Hongxiao, all have reached the level of the Yuanshen realm and also practice the word "正子子子子子子子子子子子子子子子子子子子子子子子子子子子子子子子子子子子子子子子子子子子子子子子子子子子子子子子子子子子子子子子子子

The person leaped directly, but as long as he found a few places to rely on the force, it was no problem to climb the steep mountain behind the academy.

On the messy back mountain road with gravel chips and flowers, Luo Changfeng ran in the heavy rain. He was anxious in his heart and even threw Ying Tian and the others far away, but he was getting closer and closer to the academy.

But he began to become more and more timid.

Because the back mountain I saw along the way was no longer familiar to me... Because in the sad rainstorm, he smelled a heavier and heavier blood.

A muffled thunder rolled, and a flash of lightning flashed.

Luo Changfeng's figure, which had been wet by the rain, suddenly fell from the sky.

He jumped into the academy, and large splashes of water splashed under his feet.

Luo Changfeng still held the posture of kneeling on one knee when he landed on the ground, and the heavy rain hit his back hard, like a punishment.

After a long time, he finally raised his head timidly after kneeling on one knee.

Another thunderous sound, Luo Changfeng seemed to have seen the tragic scene when the Luo family in Luohe County was destroyed four years ago!

Broken walls!

The corpse is like a mountain!

Blood flows into a river!

Thick smoke filled the air!

He stood up in a daze with his mind and soul hit him hard.

He saw that the Bodhi tree was broken.

He saw the library burning.

He saw the Six-character Gate Garden collapse.

He saw the mirror table collapse.

He saw the quiet path and pavilion buried by rocks and corpses.

He saw that all the peach blossom forests had withered and countless branches were broken.

He couldn't see the end, because the end he saw was endless ruins!

The blood and blood suddenly surged, and the heart-wrenching pain came from the body. Luo Changfeng frowned, revealing a hideous and painful face. Blood suddenly spilled out of the corners of his mouth, and bright red blood from the heart!

In the heavy rain, Luo Chang in the ruins ran wildly like crazy.

He ran for less than ten meters away, and was tripped by the corpse of his classmates in the academy and fell to the ground.

His head hit the gravel and his forehead was bleeding.

He raised his head and saw a classmate's eyes dying with eyes open.

He sat back in fear.

His eyes were flustered and his eyes were dissipated, like a madman.

He kept muttering: "No, it's impossible... it's impossible..."

He struggled to get up from the ground.

He was running wildly again, and he fell again.

He didn't know how many times he fell, and every time he got up from the ground, he would have a blood mark on his body.

From the outer courtyard to the inner courtyard, he had no strength to run like crazy. He began to stagger, like a drunken man.

He walked all the way, overturning the ruins.

He saw the bodies of the old scholar walking master and Yan Xi under a huge stone.

He knelt down.

"Haha, haha..."

He looked up at the sky and laughed foolishly.

My mood suddenly surged again, and my mouthfuls of blood were spewing out.

Blood splattered on the desperate face, and the cold rain was washing away the blood.

At this moment, in a small town a hundred miles away, Princess Ningxue, who had just boarded a carriage, had a pretty little face turned pale because her heart was bleeding.

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