Chapter 165 Furious Earthwriting, Wuxian Xuanma!
Sea of blood.
"Minghe? !!!"
The sound of anger in the rear soil comes from the authentic reincarnation, shrouded in the sea of blood.
Immediately afterwards.
A jade -colored hand, condensing the strength of the pulse, passed through the black fog, stretched out of the ghost world, stirred hundreds of millions of miles of blood, and patted it towards the Hades.
Seeing this, the face was even more ugly.
Although he had long made the worst plan, but now things really happened, he is still difficult to cover up and anger.
He really didn't understand. Both the ghost world and the heavenly court were part of the flood, and both had the authority to maintain the operation of floods.
Why can Yang Xuan's establishment of the Tiantian be able to be recognized by heaven? The rules he came from the Celestial Cross could not be recognized by geographical regulations. He also offended the back soil. He really lost his wife and folded soldiers!
But in the face of the sage, wherever he dared to think about it, he didn't even dare to give birth to the idea of hard resistance.
I saw that he was sitting on the karma fire red lotus. The red karma fire was burning, shrouded in the whole body, and embraced the sword of the two strokes of the Yuan Tu Ah Nose, which was incorporated into the blood of the blood. go.
However, even if the Hades are fast in the blood of the blood, they cannot escape at all.
In the behemoth, there seemed to be a vein rules that circulated. No matter how he escaped, he was always in the palm of the back soil!
Alas-!
With the loud noise of the sky and the earth, a sound of the sky was crashing, and the 480 million blood god sons of the Minghe River were almost 90 %, all of which burst into the same time.
The scope of this palm is large, and it is difficult to measure it with the measurement units of later generations. The vast sea of blood is under this palm, and a dark and empty hole suddenly appears.
Around the empty cave, the blood surrounded by the blood and poured it into the wind. If the soil is a little bit harder, I am afraid that it is the sea water in this blood.
When the blood waves of the inverse surge fell and returned to the sea of blood, the sea level of the entire blood sea actually dropped by 30 %.
As for the Minghe River, even the four major Ashura kings of the Asura tribe were severely damaged.
As for the rest of the Ashura people, they were all injured to varying degrees.
The lower the repair, the less damage. The newborn who is just born is intact, but it is a little frightened.
As for the native creatures in the blood of the blood, there is no great impact.
This is also the compassion of the post -soil, otherwise the terrorism of the authentic saint. If it doesn't care about it, it will be leisurely when you hit it.
Even if the blood of the blood is destroyed, the sage will not be willing to do this, but the cost of destroying the Ashura tribe is fully acceptable as the sage's position.
If Minghe is provoking Tongtian today, the Ashura may not have existed.
...
In the ghost world, an unknown hill.
Three people, including Yang Xuan, Bixiao, one bird, and a tiger squatted together in front of a mirror. Looking at the palm of the back soil, they couldn't help shrinking their necks.
"OK, so fierce!"
Yang Xuan secretly tongsed, and admired the Minghe in his heart.
It is not difficult to see that the reaction of the post -soil is not difficult to see. This time, the Minghe did not ask for the rear soil, and it was self -proped to attract the power of the tunnel and presented the ghostly land to the authentic review.
Looking at the whole flood, dare to blatantly provoke the sage, Minghe is still the first person, this courage is not ordinary.
However, in Yang Xuan's opinion, the behavior like Minghe is almost stupid.
Even if the Minghe River is already a quasi -saint, it has reached the realm of blood sea and immortal.
But blatantly provoking the sage, this is not the difference between the Thunder District, what is the difference between suicide?
Even if the blood sea is an important composition of the flood, even the saints are unlikely to force the blood sea.
But it is undeniable that the sage has the ability to force the blood of blood.
If you are not afraid of 10,000, you're afraid of it. In case the soil is furious, he scratchs the blood of the blood, and is not committed to committing suicide!
"It seems that that mother does pay more attention to the courtesy. After seeing her in the future, I can pay more attention."
Yang Xuan secretly nodded, and felt that the reason why the soil was angry was most of the reason that it was definitely because of the rules set up by the Minghe River to force the witch to the road.
On the other hand, because the Hades did not ask for instructions, it directly caused the power of authenticity. It was a very rude behavior that made the back soil dissatisfied.
This made Yang Xuan determined that in the future, when you see the later soil, the gifts must be done in place.
With the boundless blood sea, there is also the capital of jumping in the Thunder District. He Yang Xuan is a small Taiyi Jinxian, but there is no such iron.
"You see if there are any witch tribes near this."
Yang Xuan filmed the wings of Qingyu and went directly to find the soil too much. It was too stable to let the witch people recommend it.
"Please wait a little."
Qing Yan nodded, and the white jade hand under the wings brushed on the mirror, and the picture in it continued to change.
From the sea of blood to a dark mountains and rivers.
The ghost world is very large, at least equivalent to the sum of the ancient starry sky and the thirty -three heavens.
But today's ghost world, in addition to the death of the floods, under the authenticity and the ghosts of the ghost world, there is only the race of the witch.
The witch tribe experienced the liquidity of the Lich, and the losses were heavy. There were not many people at all, so that the places of 99 % of the ghost world were empty.
Even the mirror in the hands of Qingyu was a superb birth treasure on the Queen Mother, called Kunlun Mirror, which is so mysterious and extraordinary. Most of the pictures reflected are only mountain rivers. But even a witch tribe did not see it.
Different pictures appeared in the Kunlun mirror until more than 3,000 pictures.
It was a dark valley. However, this valley is no longer no light, but has a large number of bonfires and torches, which slightly illuminate the surrounding environment.
In the center of the valley, there are small villages composed of a humble thatched house. A group of burly body and the life of Matou live in it.
"Huh? Is this also a witch family?"
Yang Xuan touched his chin and thought about it.
In later generations, many people felt that the appearance of the witch was similar to the human race.
In fact, it is not the same as the human race called the witch. It is a mixed race of the witch and the human race. Chi You is the most famous of them.
At that time, the witch tribe wanted to steal the protagonist of the world's world and earth by the witch's blood.
If it wasn't for a Xuanyuan, the power of Honghuang's multi -party forces did not want to see the witch from returning, I am afraid that the pattern of Kyushu will really change today.
In addition to the witch, other people in the witch have a lot of differences with the human race.
Take the ancestral witch, Emperor Jiang: Its shape is like a yellow sac, red like a fire, six -legged and four wings.
Sentence: Qing Ruo Cui Bamboo, the bird's face, and the two dragons.
The appearance of these ancestors, at best, is that some parts are similar to the human race, as well as most of the witch people.
In the picture, the ethnic spirit of these horse heads is also a high probability that it is a witch family. After all, in this ghost world, there are no other peoples except the witch.
"It's here, let's look at it first!"
Yang Xuan stood up and decided. Even if these witch people in the horse head do not know the road to the authentic reincarnation, they can let them take themselves to a larger witch tribe, and then introduce it to the witch tribe of this tribe.
"Okay, just leave it to us."
Qing Yan first swallowed the remaining half of the dragon scales, and then opened his mouth, grabbed the Kunlun mirror in front of him, and stubbornly stuffed it into his mouth.
In the end, her dazzling blue light was released, turning into a cyan god bird, nodded at Yang Xuan and signaled.
Yang Xuan: ...
Maybe this Kunlun mirror ... the queen mother just doesn't want it ...
well! With such a novel style of mounts, the queen mother is not easy!
"Well? No!"
Yang Xuan was sitting on the back of Qingyu, and suddenly he froze.
"According to Qingyu's last time, it was the mother -in -law who asked her to follow me in the future. Shouldn't the mother and mother really want to send the Qingyu to me as a mount?"
But immediately, Yang Xuan rejected the conjecture.
There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!
Even if the style of Qingyu's painting is novel, it is a big Luo Jinxian, and it is extremely good at flying.
"I am just a small Taiyi Jinxian, the three grades of the heavenly court, how can there be such a big face?"
Yang Xuan shook his head and smiled. After Bi Xiao and others came up, they patted Qing's head and said with a smile:
"Go!"
"Okay, Da Tianzun, you are steady!"
Qing Yan fascinated his wings and disappeared into this unknown hill, which was a little faster than ever.
After more than a hundred years.
Qingyu came outside the valley, fell from the air, and fell in front of the humble village.
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Almost at the moment Qingyu fell from the air, there was a footsteps not far away.
Looking up, I saw a tall, burly body, and a horse head.
In the blink of an eye, I had come to the village entrance, and looked down at Yang Xuan and others on the back of the Qingyu.
"I am Xuanma, who is I, and what is the face of my face?"
"I have seen Senior Xuanma."
Yang Xuan took a step forward and gave a gift to the witch family of the horse head.
"Poor Yang Xuan, the heavenly court Jiuxianxian's account, the Ford Ford, Da Tianzun, come here today ..."
However, before Yang Xuan finished speaking, Xuanma drank angrily and interrupted his words.
"Yang Xuan? Yang Xuan! Good you Yang Xuan, imprison my elder brother in the heavenly court, and now dare to come to the face of the horse, it's really dead."
"Today I will capture you and take it to the heavenly court to change my brother!"
When the words fell, Xuanma opened his eyes angrily, took a long gun with his backhand, and smashed towards Yang Xuan.
"Your horse head is so reasonable! We don't know who your brother is, why did my younger brother imprison him in the heaven?"
"If you want to fight, this mother -in -law will accompany it!"
Bi Xiao was immediately furious, holding a golden scissors, cutting out two golden sword light, and retreating Xuanma.
"Dare to quibble!"
In the eyes of Xuanma looked at Bixiao, there was a bit of fear of fear. His fighting instinct told him that the golden shear in Bixiao's hand was to break his physical killing.
But as a member of the witch, how can he retreat without fighting?
Xuan Niu was at all, and the long gun in his hand hit the ground heavy, looking at Yang Xuan angrily.
"My brother is Xuan Niu, Yang Xuan, dare you say that my brother was imprisoned in the heavenly court?!"
Yang Xuan: ...
Xuan Niu? How could this be imprisoned in the heavenly court? He was confused by Black Lotus. He voluntarily joined the heavenly court and redeemed it. I won't carry this pot!
Even if you are looking for trouble, it should be to find Dayu, find Haotian and Queen Mother, and find me a little Taiyi Jinxian to do.
Moreover, according to Xuan Niu's now, I want to let him leave, he does not necessarily go ...
"Wait a minute! Brother? Isn't this a member of Xuan Niu?"
Yang Xuan was slightly froze, even if he showed a sudden color.
Now think about it, no wonder Xuan Niu's body will be so powerful. If it wasn't for the sword of Sister Baihu, even if Dayu could win and win it, it would take a lot of hands and feet.
"I knew he was a Wu tribe, and I should take him to the ghost world, but it can save a lot of trouble."
Yang Xuan shook his head and smiled, but now it is not too late.
"Do you say that there is such a possibility, Xuan Niu voluntarily joined the heavenly court, isn't it impoverished to imprison him in the heaven?"
"You fart!"
Xuanma's face was full of unbelievable, "Brother, because he wanted to be more freedom, then he chose to leave the flood and did not enter the ghost world."
"Now he is trapped in the heavenly court, but you say he is voluntary, can't you treat me as a fool?"
"Just say that, if you really have the ability to let your brother voluntarily join the heaven, I will mix it with you in the future. You are called to the east, and you will never go west!"
Xuan Ma smiled coldly and raised his long gun in his hand, and he would continue to fight with Bixiao.
But at this moment, Yang Xuan walked in front of Bixiao and looked at Xuanma, who showed the mid -term breath of Da Luo, his face unchanged, and he still had a faint smile, as if Zhizhu was holding.
"Senior Xuanma and move slowly. Whether the poor said is true, let Xuan Niu Xingjun know that you don't know if you come to the ghost world."
"The left and right are thousands of years. If you want to come to his predecessors, you can afford it. If it is proved that the poor way is not true, it is not too late to do it."
"But if the poor way is right, it is not that the Dragon Temple rushed to the Dragon King Temple, making it difficult for Xuan Niu Xingjun to do it, you said right!"
Xuan Ma heard the words, his hand was slightly ate, his brows frowned.
After thinking about it for a moment, I felt that Yang Xuan said that it was reasonable. Regardless of whether Yang Xuan was lying or not, as long as Xuan Niu could come to the ghost world, he had the opportunity to save Xuan Niu.
So Xuanma put down his long gun and nodded.
"Yes, then you let your brother come to the ghost world!"
After that, Xuan Ma sat at the village entrance, staring at Yang Xuan intently, his eyes didn't even blink, for fear that Yang Xuan ran away.
Yang Xuan shrugged, but didn't care, sitting on the back of the Qingyu, continued to improve the planning in the ghost world ...
(End of this chapter)