Click, click!
A muffled thunder in the clouds lights up the night.
Many people suddenly stare big eyes.
They saw the dense shadows in the sky, as if birds were hovering and vaguely forming a huge nine-palace divination pattern.
"It’s the Xuanniao Legion!"
A well-informed person immediately shows despair when he thinks of some words, and his mind goes blank.
They can’t imagine how this mysterious regiment of Dayan royal family will raid Xianquan later.
Poof!
The people in the houses were frightened, and suddenly their eyes showed evil light and they attacked them with their hands.
"Bah, big room lackeys!"
Xiao Zhongmou contracted his several rooms, and there were many hidden forces. Snipers from all over the country had already secretly sneaked into Xianquan.
In less than half a column of incense, Xianquan County was quiet. The streets and alleys were dead bodies, and the criss-crossing rivers were dyed red.
Jo!
A firework rose and burst.
The dense shadows suddenly roared and whistled down the houses.
See these Xuanniao soldiers dressed in black armor, dark golden bird patterns on their chests, sending out light flashes, and their semi-transparent wings quickly gathered behind them.
They don’t know that this armor is forged from spiritual materials. It looks strong and heavy, but it is very light when it hits the ground. It didn’t even break a tile.
Gorgeous feathered wing helmets, all wearing face armor, showing cold eyes, holding machine crossbows in both hands, occupying the alert of each main road.
Hey!
A figure glanced coldly from the sky. "Quickly clean up the remaining party and give Xiao Zhongmou a letter. If the city gate hasn’t been hit by then, don’t blame me!"
……
A hundred miles away, the official road is full of hooves.
Hundreds of knights galloped in the night rain, and it was Xiao Zhongmou who was the agile leader.
A dark shadow penetrated the rain curtain and fell impressively. It was a pigeon, big and small, a ghost bird, covered with fog and thick bamboo tubes tied with fingers.
Xiao Xuanji rode on horseback and immediately looked ugly after checking the information. "Uncle Zhongmou Xuanniao’s army has attacked Xianquan and surrounded all the channels in the mountain city. They said that clown will attack the city then …"
"Ruined the mountain city, right?"
Xiao Zhong’s face was calm and sighed slightly. "Mystery, remember that this night when the beast dies of old age, it will be worse than pigs and sheep. The more you are in high places, the more careful you should be."
Xiao Xuanji is a little angry. "The mountain city is too big to break the Xuanniaojun after a thousand years of operation, isn’t it?"
Xiao Zhongmou glanced coldly. "There are people outside the world, but if you say such stupid things again in a corner, I will abolish you first and bring disaster to others!"
"Let’s go, don’t let the mountain city bury you with the big room …"
……
Deep in Kowloon Ridge, Shan Yu roared like a wild ghost.
Booming …
Clouds are rolling, thunder and lightning are gathering, as if mountains are heavy.
Hundreds of Taoist priests at the top of the mountain in the northeast held long banners with incense tables, and smoke filled the air. The paper was burning with flames, and the suspended rain slowly rotated around the altar strangely.
Qing Xuan’s real-life feather robe, Gao Guanling’s wooden sword, shines like a golden light. It seems that there are thousands of pounds of heavy hands to knead the tactic and recite the Five Raytheon Mantra "Tai Qing Wei Lingbao lives two times to transport thunder, and when it comes true, it will send Yang at once …"
The altar in front of him is impressively the statue of the monarch of the state, buzzing and trembling with the spell.
Booming …
As a piece of paper breaks away, suddenly a thick dragon tears the clouds and splits them straight, with a hint of blood in them.
"Hey!"
The piercing roar sounded from the distant mountains, and the brilliant light spewed out of the cave to form a painful and twisted head. It was the bodhi old zu who had become the mountain god Xiao Jiasi.
However, at this time, his head is full of horns, and his teeth are ferocious, which is half-like.
"This place is really wrong!"
An old man with a Confucian robe and a sword said coldly, "What on earth does Xiao Jianqiu do if the mountain god can make him look like this!"
Next to the old monk, his hands folded and his eyes suddenly burst into golden light.
This turned out to be a Buddhist virtue who cultivated the magical power of the Eye of Heaven.
The old monk looked at it and shook his head slightly. "It’s no wonder that there is another dry Kun in the root of Long Mai in this fairy Dojo. It’s hard for Xiao’s family to seal the mountain and keep Long Mai from breaking."
After hearing this, the real person of Qing Xuan in front of the altar immediately waved the sword and blew the thunder day by day, which became more and more dense …
This event is very important. Taiyijiao, Sumeru Sect, and Shanhaiyuan all sent a high gesture to refine the gods and ask Xiao Jianqiu to take him alive and find out who is behind it.
And the fairy Dojo valley with a series of thunder and lightning hazy white fog like boiling, large trees were chopped and ignited a blazing fire …
It seems that the large array will burst at any time.
And the fairy Dojo is another scene.
Outside, it looks like a dense forest, but inside it is a crescent-shaped lake. A large golden lotus leaf is rotten and rotten, and a waterfront accord near the shore is in ruins.
In the middle of the lake, there is a magnificent rockery with a Taoist corpse sitting on it. Beside the rockery, there are many bronze stone pillars, which look like they are newly built and vaguely form a hexagram pattern.
This body is extremely strange.
The muscles are atrophied and sunken, but they are of primitive simplicity and jade color. Wearing a wide white robe, the silver thread is embroidered with a crescent moon, and the stars are covered with dust, but there is no trace of decay.
This man’s body hangs down his head and his messy white hair is almost covered with the whole mountain. The dry palm gives birth to the black jade nails, which are slightly curved and deeply inserted into the rockery.
Booming …
The Dojo thundered constantly, but every time it fell, it was absorbed by those rune pillars and braved the light.
Beside the dilapidated waterfront accord stands a hundred Han Lake, which has put out the refining furnace, and it is those who make trouble around.
Xiao Jianqiu is at the forefront. His white hair is black as ink, and his skin is bright and moist. It seems that he has returned to his prime.