In the Tingyu Sect, a woman in white clothes was raising her hand to smear her face quickly. Every time she applied, her face would change, sometimes she would be old and sometimes a child. Every time she changed her face, Fu Wangxuan in front would become even more ferocious and terrifying, and the murderous aura on the morning glow of the green mountains would also increase wildly.

Until she changed to the face of an extremely delicate woman.

The bound Fu Wangxuan suddenly roared, and the whole Tingyu Sect was shaking. The morning glow of the green mountains was immediately covered with a layer of purple-red evil spirit and soared into the sky.

"The time is up." The woman in white smiled gently, avoided her, and held her breath.

Fu Wangxuan instantly opened his restraint and rushed out with his sword.

Next to the Shenjiantai, there is a high shelf.

The man with a gloomy face stood beside the eaves, his wide body wrapped in a cloak of night flying in the wind, revealing the dry hands with only a pile of white bones below.

He raised his head slightly, looked at the fierce aura that soared into the sky from Qianyu Snow Mountain in the distance, and then fell straight down and fell to the ground with a sneer.

"Who?" The man in black robe had just walked a few steps and hurriedly turned around and looked behind him.

"It's you." Xie Wensheng, who was covered in white eyes, walked out of the corner, "You came to Changbai to visit me and Jianqiu back then."

"Heijian, Yuwei."

Yu Wei suppressed his restless bone hand and his voice was ethereal. "It turns out to be Mr. Xie. It seems that the gentleman is planning to go to Luoyang to meet the master at my invitation?"

Xie Wensheng asked, "Who asked you to come? That master?"

"How dare you disobey the imperial edict today?" Yu Wei raised his bones and pointed his finger at the sky, increasing the tone of the two words "unique".

"Is it the one on the dragon throne who asked you to come? Since you have obtained the country, do you still want to extend your hand to the world?" Xie Wensheng inadvertently showed a little chill, "Is his ambition too big?"

"Mr. Xie almost destroyed Liangyang Heshan a hundred years ago. To this day, does he still intend to get involved in the affairs between the court and the world?" Yu Wei asked suddenly.

Xie Wensheng's body shook slightly and did not answer the conversation.

"Whether you believe it or not, I'm going to save Luo Feiyu. If it's because Mr. is late for a while, I'm afraid that Mr. will have to save him with all his strength." Yu Wei smiled, "If he dies, that person will probably be angry."

"It seems you know a lot." Xie Wensheng said quietly. He understood that what Yuwei said was indeed true. If he could not rush there in time, Luo Feiyu would have been dead for a lifetime. But Yuwei mentioned that person, which really surprised him.

Could it be that this "master" is...

Xie Wensheng withdrew his thoughts and made way, "Go."

"I hope I can meet again with you in Luoyang." Yuwei sneered and jumped away.

Xie Wensheng looked at his back and whispered: "This eunuch seems to be stronger than that time."

"You have violated the ancestral teachings." A business that is both real and false echoed in the ink flowers. Gongsun Shilan looked up and saw a woman wearing a dance dress and holding a white sword. Although it was made of ink and was not clearly visible, she could still recognize that this was her ancestor.

It was the aunt Gongsun who stuns the prosperous Tang Dynasty with a dance.

"Ancestral teachings." Gongsun Shilian murmured.

"If the world is peaceful, guard the building. If the world is in chaos, it will enter the world. Isn't this the ancestral teaching I left behind?" said the phantom of the ink.

"The world is already very chaotic." Gongsun Shilan said softly.

"The new emperor ascended the throne, the war has been settled, how can there be a chaotic world!" The phantom slashed down with a sword, "Rareless!"

The bald man called homework original fire suddenly lost his mind and was stunned. Luo Feiyu also bypassed him, trying to join the ink flower to break the realm, but was stopped by the woman holding the pen with white body.

"Where is her?" Luo Feiyu looked around and asked coldly.

The immortal in the painting naturally knows who she is. "She has entered my realm of ink flowers. When she falls into it, she will see the other shore. There are people on the other shore who lead her across the shore to die."

"At first, it sounds a bit familiar. By the way, it looks a bit similar to the words of the demons and monsters in Naihe Bridge in Gusu. No wonder it." Luo Feiyu suddenly realized.

"Naihe Bridge? Are you talking about the Naihe Bridge built by Liu Zangyue?" The immortal in the painting sneered, "How can that kind of inequality organization be compared with us? It's just a playhouse with a child."

"Awesome." Luo Feiyu gave a thumbs up, "But you said something wrong just now."

The immortal in the painting was stunned, "What?"

"How can you call my senior sister's name?" Luo Feiyu's voice suddenly became cold and he waved his sword.

This sword slashed into the body of the immortal in the painting.

But no blood burst out, and the immortal in the painting quickly turned into a bunch of ink and dissipated in the wind.

The sound of Kongliao came into Luo Feiyu's ears, "I had expected you to be like this. Since that's the case, let you fall into the ink flower formation."

Luo Feiyu looked at the red shore flower slowly floating around him with interest, "It's really a flower of ink. You are better than Naihe Bridge, who is just a ghost and god all day long. A woman with a jade bottle and willow branch called herself Guanyin, a woman who is as old as me, and even claims to be Meng Po, who sells soup. It's really ridiculous. You are really good at it, don't do these fancy things."

In the painting, the immortal waved his ink pen and walked into the ink flowers, looking at Luo Feiyu from afar, "When you step into this place, there is only one end to greet you."

"Um?"

"Die!" The immortal in the painting shouted in a deep voice, and the tip of the ink brush suddenly turned into a sharp blade and stabbed towards Luo Feiyu.

Luo Feiyu just looked at everything in front of him indifferently, and did not react for a moment.

Until the moment he set out his sword.

But it was not the immortal in the painting that rushed forward, but the one stabbed behind it.

The fairy in the painting looked at the broken sword that pierced his abdomen, and her face was full of shock, "Why...why?"

Luo Feiyu glanced at him, "I first arrived in Gusu for the sake of my master's wife Xue, so this is how Naiheqiao came to kill me."

"But, I'm no longer the same as I was back then."

Xue Wu failed that year, and his words of criticism came overwhelmingly. He inspired the hatred in Luo Feiyu's heart and practiced swords day and night.

Although this method of sword practice is very easy to get possessed, it can achieve immediate results than ordinary sword practice.

"I'm from the Luolan Luo God Clan." Luo Feiyu pulled out his sword, and the surrounding ink flower realm slowly dissipated. The blood of the immortal in the painting did not spew out from the wound, but was like red ink blooming on a piece of rice paper. Soon, his whole body was filled with it.

"Searching the Celestial Master did back then, she never looked back from beginning to end, how could you turn back for her?" the fairy in the painting whimpered.

"I can! As long as I am strong enough!" Luo Feiyu shouted angrily.
Chapter completed!