Archfiend Chapter 856: : Captive (3)

Not allowed.

These two words, like a huge boulder, weigh on everyone's hearts.

Yao Kunwu, Lin Yuan, Fu Suixin clenched his teeth tightly, his heart seemed to be torn apart by a thousand knives, blood flowed endlessly and scars abound.

Yeah...it's definitely not allowed... After killing the flesh and blood mill in Qingcheng Mountain for two full years, they all know that the real martial arts world has nothing to do. This is the opponent's last move, and the next is the stormy blow.

A gathering of tens of millions of monks will vowed to open the western gate of China.

Now, everyone is precious. Once one's self-willedness, the western gates were broken, Sichuan Province fell, and then the twin cities of Chongqing, and then... from the source of the Yangtze River, Huaxia... After the founding of the People's Republic of China, Huaxia, which has never been divided, will be pulled in half by the real martial arts.

No one can bear this guilt.

But...the blood in their hearts is shouting, and their hair is roaring.

Own elder, watching him being tortured in front of him, but he could not move! Turn all your energy and killing intent into fireflies and burn them completely in the final battle.

No one can say, but no one stands up.

"Three elders..." After a long time, the eldest disciple Yao Kunwu stood up, unable to control it anymore, tears streaming down his face, and his voice hoarse, like a son leaving his mother, kneeling on the ground, and slamming in the direction of Zhenwu Realm. A few heads, hissed: "Junior... Poorly qualified, embarked on the road of spiritual practice at the age of 30... Along the way... Thank you..."

"You and the Great Elder, every day and night, have high hopes for the disciples. The disciples step by step from refining to the later stage of foundation building... everything... everything..."

"Everything...all the good fortune of the disciple today, thanks to the master..."

Before speaking, he was already in tears.

A whimper came from the seven-foot man's mouth, no one could see his face, only his back could be seen, slightly twitching.

The man does not flick when he has tears, but he is not sad.

Seeing him crying, his heart was broken, and when he saw him crying, he couldn't make a sound. On Qingcheng Mountain, there is no sorrow at this moment, only hatred.

Hate...My earth and your true martial arts world have no grudges or hatreds. You will start this ten thousand world war across an unknown number of light years.

Hate... You Liu Mingyang, you can kill but not humiliate you, abuse prisoners in front of tens of millions of people, and don't give all heroes a joy.

Hate...At this moment, I have the intention to kill the thief, but I am powerless.

I hate it too... My son wants to raise and kisses. For so many years of staying together day and night, now the sky is separated forever.

"This group of bastards..." A handsome young man, only in the middle of refining his qi, couldn't help his tears fall. The spear in his hand buzzed with his heart, and screamed like a beast: "I won't kill them all...the western gate won't be a big victory!"

"Even if I die, I have to eat a piece of their meat!" On the other side, a middle-aged bald man, licking his lips, his chest ups and downs, choked: "Our hero, we can't die in vain!"

"Liu Mingyang..." I don't know how many people's eyes were, they all saw the other person.

The poisonous phase, Liu Mingyang. This name is now deeply in everyone's hearts.

It's not fear, and it has nothing to do with realm. It's a kind of anger, full of murderous intent on the fence.

Even if the realm is different by tens of millions, this breath must be sent!

Yao Kunwu was crying depressed. He knew very well that he could not lose his temper, otherwise... the entire cultivator of Mount Qingcheng could not bear it. He is now a benchmark, he knows what to do.

"Hahahaha!" At this moment, Liu Mingyang burst into laughter: "Why bother?"

"As long as you return, your master will be unharmed."

"Practice's decree: If all the relatives and friends of the captives, their masters and disciples return, they will not be moved by the truth!"

This sound pulled Yao Kunwu's heart out of the boundless grief.

"Hai Chan Sect Hearing Order." He spoke with a hoarse voice, although it was very soft, it spread to everyone's ears.

No one got up, all the remaining disciples of the Haichan Sect replied very firmly: "Please follow the orders of the big brother!"

"Get up." Yao Kunwu seemed to have grown up completely in an instant, and after his order, everyone finally stood up. The Three Sages wanted to say something, but Xu Yangyi pressed his lips to stop him.

In silence, Yao Kunwu stood before all the golden cores, hissed: "Bright sword."

"Swipe!" Hundreds of swords came out of their sheaths, a cold glow.

"To...Thanks to the teacher..."

The original hard voice, under this sound, is like a boundless falling leaf, with endless heartache, endless sadness, and unclear killing intent.

"Chang!" All the sea toad cultivators, holding swords in both hands, bowed deeply in the direction of the old woman.

The old woman's eyes were bright and tears were running, as if to say something, Liu Mingyang crushed the other's jaw, coldly watching the hundreds of people on the opposite side bow and salute.

"Kill."

"Five knives to divide the body."

Before speaking, the old woman was thrown into the air, and then, the five lights were all lit up.

The light is dark, the corpse falls.

Only a rain of blood remained in the sky. None of the Haichan Sect was crying, no one closed their eyes, all staring at this scene, looking at Liu Mingyang like a cannibal.

You...damn it!

You don't die, why thank the world!

The scene was solemn, and I didn't know who it was. He was the first to kneel on the ground. And then, on the entire mountain peak, a tide of figures kneeled together, silently heading west.

It is not this person who is kneeling, but this kind of integrity that regards death as home.

"After a hard encounter, there are few stars in the surrounding area. The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind is fluttering, and the life experience is floating and raining." The tears in the eyes of the Sanshengguan master were about to flow, hoarsely watching the hundreds of sea toads kneeling in front of him. Pie: "In the future, Heming Mountain will be in one day, Hai Chan Group will be in one day, the old man swears."

Xu Yangyi stared at everything in front of him with a fascination. The tears had dried up and turned into gasoline, igniting the boundless killing intent in his heart: "Fear on the beach, talk about panic, and sigh in a small ocean. Since ancient times, who has never died, keeps the heart. According to history."

He looked to the other side, without hesitation, he tolerated the abrupt and **** tears in his heart, standing upright, arching his hands and saying: "Friends of Taoism, go well."

In this sentence, if Huang Zhongda Lu, his voice is silent, and his flesh and blood are hidden.

Following his voice, the other seven real people all stood out, taking a deep breath, cheering up, not like seeing off, but rather like congratulating.

"Everyone, go well!"

"On this day next year, the old man will definitely tell you how I will defeat the enemy in the battle of Qingcheng Mountain!"

"Dear fellow daoists...don't worry about it all the way, wait for your will, I will definitely finish it!"

Before he finished speaking, Xu Yangyi raised his hand, all eyes were in full view, and he shouted: "The sword is coming!!"

"Shu Lala..." On the top of Qingcheng Mountain, in front of the Laojun Palace, the peach tree planted by Zhang Daoling himself clashed, and a green leaf flew out suddenly, dividing into eight peach trees in mid-air. The sword fell into everyone's hands.

The eight real people glanced at each other, then looked up to the sky and laughed. In Xu Yangyi's long laughter, he swiped fiercely on his palm, and the peach wood sword was poured with blood instantly, and then the sword was gently released.

But seeing the wooden sword turned into a stream of light, falling into the mist below.

"The real man swears here." He arched his hands and bowed towards the sky, bloody, but he didn't care: "I can't wait to die, the country won't fall!!"

"Heaven and earth have righteousness, mixed with manifolds." The master of the Three Sages laughed and sang: "Since ancient times, evil has not overcome righteousness. Today, the Taoist ancestral court, I will wait to see how you can get in! "

"The true person also swears that the true person will not die, and the country will not fall!" "The only death is." "I am waiting for eight real people to swear here that they will break the Jin Dynasty in Qingcheng Mountain!"

Eight people, but their voices resounded across the sky. On Qingcheng Mountain, everyone's eyes had just subsided, and there was another wave.

Jin Dan made a big oath.

They...what else to fear? Is there any reason to shrink?

No...They, from just now, never thought of shrinking!

If you don't kill Zhenwu locusts, you will be ashamed of the world and martyrs!

"I, the major disciple of Mitutoyo Sect, Yongmako, I swear here that there is only the Shroud of Ma Ge!" A middle-aged man shouted: "The Mitutoyo Sect is here! The retreat is cut!"

"Swipe!" Thousands of swords were simultaneously unsheathed behind him. There was no answer, only Jianming represented their determination.

He seems to have opened a head, and then, countless branches, at this moment all raised the sword in his hand.

"The Danding faction swears here!" "The Quanzhen faction swears here!!" "The next two thousand people of the Hunyuan faction swear in the name of the old monarch, not to break the true martial arts, and vow not to return to the mountain!!!" "The Qingjing faction swears, will avenge the senior brother! Kill the real warriors all over the world!" "The Yunyang faction swears and guards the country!"

"Qiangqiangqiang!" A beam of sword light shot straight into the sky, ten thousand swords were unsheathed, and Qingcheng Mountain became a mountain of sharp swords.

That is not a sword.

What I lifted up was obsession, killing intent, and full of passion. It is a piece of loyalty.

At this moment, Qingcheng Mountain is united.

Even if the Queen Jin was trapped before, it has never been so united.

Liu Mingyang looked at the enthusiasm on the other side, a look of helplessness in his eyes, but then he was immediately filled with murderous intent.

Can't wait...

Waiting before, I was waiting for my baby. But he knew very well that his Nascent Infant... is a pseudo-infant.

When he was born with a baby, he suffered too much damage, and he would not be able to reach the point of a true Nasal Infant almost in his life. And... it is not the time to consider these at all. The Queen Jin was captured. Once he was caught, the consequences would be unimaginable!

I know that this will make the opponent a mourning soldier~IndoMTL.com~ But only this method can mobilize the morale of the real martial arts world. He has already decided...With this breath, he wants to fight Qingcheng Mountain desperately.

At any price, at any trump card! Regardless of anyone's life! Just rescue the Queen Jin!

"Kill." He said coldly.

"Why is there to be afraid?" Just as his voice fell, dozens of Taoist elders and heads stepped out almost at the same time, laughing: "It's just a death."

An old man looked at Qingcheng Mountain with relief: "I saw them... They... grew up..."

"Unfortunately, Master can't be with you..."

"He Daoyou, you are older than me. It is better for me to come first for such things." A young monk laughed up to the sky, stepped out, and there was no trace of reluctance in his eyes, only gratification: "This is the Chongxuist Deputy head, who dares to kill me?"

"The one who kills you is just a **** in the real martial arts world." Liu Mingyang sneered, raising his hand, and the sword shot up.

There was no wailing, no begging for mercy, and dozens of people fell together in the flesh and blood without a trace of complaint.

"Growing up..." An old man smiled and looked at Qingcheng Mountain: "Old man...death again..."

Before the voice fell, the blade flashed, and the head flew into the sky.

"Master!!!" On the Qingcheng Mountain, all the cultivators of the Jindan Sect gritted their teeth, looking at the scarlet **** ahead, with infinite killing intent in their hearts.

"Master...a good journey!" All the cultivators of the Jindan Sect bowed and said hoarsely.

Like the elegy of the soul, when the heads of the people died under the teeth of the sharks, every voice sounded on Qingcheng Mountain.

"Master...Let's go..." "Senior brother...A good journey..." "Second elder...The younger generation vows revenge for you!"

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