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Bai Zhiqiu is coming, the evil wind valley is like a great enemy.

When Bai Zhiqiu left, the owner of the dragon coffin was as if he had been amnesty.

How could the Venerable of the Victory Realm who has lived for a hundred or eight years without knowing the horror of the giants who led the world to the god-inducing realm?

However, when it comes to the former emperor leader, the statue of the god of Tiandong, the head of Jiange, the old man Tianji and the heroic lord of the world at the level of Wuxiang Dao Sect, the most feared thing about the Dragon Coffin Lord is the devil of the Two Realms Mountains.

Bai Zhiqiu.

The reason is very simple, because he is also a demon, the devil in the mirror that breaks the world.

This feeling is like the six-character teacher of the Bodhi Academy. Having the same identity in some established restrictions will make the lower-ranking people develop mysterious and mysterious when facing the higher-ranking people.

To be more precise, it is not necessarily a human race with similar monsters and beasts that are afraid of dragons, phoenixes and dragons, but they are not necessarily afraid of humans in the same realm.

This is called survival awareness.

Therefore, when we opened the mountain and established the sect, we spent countless efforts and wealth to use nearly a hundred masters of the Sword Sect to create a large and unique evil wind valley. The silence lasted only half a stick of incense, and was broken by the sound of hitting the soul.

The black dragon prison coffin lid was slowly pushed, with a heavy and sharp friction sound.

A pair of pale and bloodless hands stretched out and placed on the edge of the coffin.

Then the ghosts around the rock pool were buried in sincerity.

The Yan Jun stood up in the dragon coffin who was imprisoned.

Short body.

Round face.

Dark eyes.

Whitening skin.

It looks like a child, a girl who has been sick for a long time and is as if she has been imprisoned in a dark cage since childhood, and is prone to compassion and compassion.

Who can fit such a delicate body into the name of the Dragon Coffin Lord of the Evil Wind Valley, which everyone is terrified of?

But that's the truth.

She is Yan Jun, and the Dragon Prisoner who is as famous as the Silver Spear of the Desert.

Her name is Liang Liang.

...

Bai Zhiqiu, who guards the world's doorstep, has no other plans.

As far as he knows, the powerful aliens have two titles: Tian Xing Shen General and General Tian Ce, which are comparable to the most powerful people in the world's divine realm and the tribulation realm of transformation.

The culprit of the Shili Tomb Forest broke through the cave and caused the Feijia Zhen Blood Flowing River last night. Judging from the breath, it should be the same person, at least at General Tiance.

With Bai Zhiqiu's current strength, he naturally does not fear that General Tiance.

But the development of things is far more serious than expected.

The flower mirror bid farewell to the farewell garden, and the three green and white trees withered all night, which means that in just a few hours from last night to this morning, there are very likely two more alien leaders who invaded the world.

And the strength is unestimated.

It is inestimable, but in fact it is just a kind of self-comfort. Bai Zhiqiu is very clear that the alien race who can break the seal of the cave is at least in the realm of transformation of disasters. Even worse, it is even worse that the gods of Tian Xing may be able to do so.

After the alien race crossed the border, they did not slaughter and kill the world unscrupulously like the eve of the war thousands of years ago. On the contrary, they were cautious.

It seems to be afraid of something.

Bai Zhiqiu guessed that perhaps it was because Hua Jingci's extinction in the world had not been confirmed by foreign races, so he was afraid of the mouse. After all, Hua Jingci's identity and cultivation were placed there, protecting Tianxi's broken world alone for the sixty-four caves of foreign races.

Dare to step beyond the line, it is enough to show his important position.

So they deliberately restrained their energy and concealed their whereabouts. Then they used more than a thousand lives to cast stones to ask for directions.

If this killing did not lead to Hua Jingci, the answer would be clear. Next, there will be no preview of the troubled times, and the army of aliens will come to the table like the surging waves of the endless sea in the north, and the people of the world will no longer

There is any chance to breathe.

Bai Zhiqiu once tried to find the traces of Hua Jing Ci, but the ending was still unknown.

There is no turning back arrow when the bow is drawn.

This battle, which was destined for thousands of years ago, is inevitable.

Since you want to fight, then fight!

The battlefield thousands of years ago was in the north of the endless sea of ​​cemetery. It was too far away, and now it is different from the past and no longer suitable for fighting against enemies.

The most suitable battlefield for the chaotic disaster is this place, and it is the west of heaven.

So Bai Zhiqiu began to clear the scene.

...

In the afternoon, when Bai Zhiqiu returned to the villa, Xiao Liuzi had already brought more than a dozen car family assets and hired more than twenty cheap casual cultivators who were in the low realm of Tianxi to return all the way east.

The homeless men in Feijia Town left a little and left a little.

The two of Hu Lai and Uncle Jin Liu naturally did not leave.

Whether you are thinking about finding the truth or taking revenge, once you make a decision, no one will care about them anymore. Tianxi, who is about to be in chaos, can only live and die by fate.

...

The rising sun in late autumn is as red as a bloody moon, crossing the hills to illuminate the eastern sky.

In the vast yellow sand plains in the west, a big flag was raised, and Bai Zhiqiu left the magical flag in the Evil Wind Valley.

On the horizon, the flags scattered in the wind, from far to near.

The flag-holder Huang Shi supports the horse and runs.

Behind the banner, hundreds of wind-chasing spirits raised dust and smoke, and rushed to the scene with great momentum. Such a shocking scene was even more than the first family in the world, Shaojiang Manlou, who personally led 3,000 Dahongpao to study.

To be more magnificent.

Because of the famous reputation of the Longbow Chasing Wings of the Daqimen, it is stacked from the head and blood...

Six thousand and six hundred cavalry galloped across the desert fields, their waists and swords were arched, and their backs were full of murderous intent.

Standing at the stone of the high boundary stone about a foot in the endless desert, 6,600 cavalrymen were like rivers and seas entering the stream, and immediately divided their troops into fifteen directions, and fireworks spread out like blooming. Such a quick movement was not like wandering in the broken world in the sky and the broken world.

Killing and looting all evil bandits is clearly a well-trained iron army...

Well, maybe it's just appearance.

The bandits are worthy of being the bandits.

He told Bai Zhiqiu, the leader of Tianmen, to empty the six million people within half a month. He could not recognize the vulgar silver spear of the Desert, Ning Xianshan, who had a vulgarity, to break his head, so he could get this plan.

"If you don't let someone kill, Shan Ye won't kill anyone!"

"Isn't it possible to drive it away?"

"Ye Ye Shan doesn't believe it. Is it difficult to chase some grass-rooted people by hitting a little bit with bare feet?

...

"After all, they are the lowest-ranking horse thieves! They lead a group of screaming kids to drive away the people. They are fine when they meet the old, weak, sick and disabled who are unarmed and can be bullied. They really meet a casual cultivator who hides in the market, and they can match the three words of a donkey and a horse's mouth.

If you don’t do it seriously, I will read the word Liang Liang upside down.”

"Ha, don't kill anyone? Ning Xianshan, you'll see..."

In the rainy night.

Liang Liang, the chief prisoner of the Dragon Coffin who commanded the ghosts of the Evil Wind Valley, was wearing simple and thin clothes, and was wet with the late night autumn rain barefoot, holding his slender arms tightly, and walking alone in the empty streets and alleys with his trembling body.

Lonely and helpless.

Suddenly, a purple thunder flashed in the night sky, and the petite girl's miserable crying sounded intermittently.

"Help."

"Is anyone helping me?"

"I am a resident of Baoping Town. Our town is so haunted!" Liang Liang looked for a brightly lit shop, and his dark eyes showed a sly smile, thinking that the show was about to open.