Chapter 82

The crisp autumn wind hovers, and the island is like a lonely boat in the ocean, which can be destroyed at any time.

In the strange blood refining gate, a thrilling shadow slowly appeared, and the willow like green silk swayed in the wind.

Looking at this delicate face like a bright moon, Liu Ziang suddenly felt his heart tighten.

"Not abandoning his green shirt?" Nalan Chen looked at the scene in front of him in surprise. At the moment, his heart was like turning over rivers and seas.

"Cang Yue!" Bei Chi, the young woman of Zhuang mengge, nibbled her lips, and a brilliant smile burst out on her charming face: "no wonder I haven't heard the news of you crazy girl in recent months. It turned out that she was sneaking into the blood refining space!"

The slender eyelashes shook slightly, the beautiful eyes of cangyue blinked at Su Bai in the distance, and walked slowly towards the elders of Zhuang mengge.

In the afterglow of autumn, the silver long skirt of cangyue was full of dazzling light. At this moment, she was like a fairy walking out of the painting. The temperament revealed by her gestures and gestures was suffocating.

The disciples of all sects stared at this beautiful shadow with some fiery eyes. Even some sect elders looked at the cangyue with interest.

"How could it be a disciple of Zhuang mengge? What are you doing with your green shirt?" Nalan Chen's fierce eyebrows melted in the sun. His sword eyebrows were slightly picked and his eyes were thinking.

"Cough!" Liu Zi'ang coughed softly, and refocused everyone's attention on the door of blood refining. His footsteps did not dissipate with the coming out of the cangyue, but became more deep and powerful.

After half a ring, Wu Gou appeared in the sight of everyone with a harmless face.

Although he didn't know who the fat man was, his baichi sect robe was enough to show his identity. Baichi sect elders smiled on all faces and looked at Wu Gou with a little more kindness. This inexplicable kindness made Wu Gou fog, looked at these elders suspiciously and walked down the ancient altar.

"Oh, elder Liu, there are also disciples in baichi sect. Now the number is the same as that of Langya sect!" the emaciated old man of baichi sect smiled.

"I Zhuang mengge is not the same!" the young woman giggled.

Liu Ziang's face was a little gloomy. His eyes looked at Nalan Chen without trace. The former's face was also a little gloomy at the moment.

After Wu Gou walked down the altar, the footsteps dissipated, and the scarlet blood refining door became very silent again.

Su Bai yawned lazily and looked at the slightly gloomy faces of Liu Ziang and Na lanchen. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised. Langya sect, Zhuang mengge and baichi sect survived quite the same. That is to say, whether it was Langya sect, Zhuang mengge or baichi sect, they all won. The old guy had to bleed heavily.

The elders of Dao Jian Pavilion and Tianya pavilion are also looking at the blood refining gate with gloomy faces. After so long, there is no disciple in the two cases, which is not a good sign.

A strange atmosphere spread in everyone's mind after su Bai and the other three appeared.

Bu Jingxian slightly closed his eyes and looked like an old God. For him, all he could care about was su Bai's life and death.

After so many years of practicing martial arts, Liu Ziang never felt like this moment. He felt that the time was so long, like a century. There was no sound of footsteps in the dead blood refining door, except the sound of the autumn wind blowing over the altar. This stillness made Liu Ziang and Nalan Chen's breathing a little hasty. A bad premonition appeared in his heart. Nalan Chen narrowed his eyes, turned around, and his eyes slowly fell on Su Bai with a calm face. "Have you ever seen abandoned green shirts in the blood refining space?"

Su Bai looked at Nalan Chen lightly and felt the questioning tone in his words. Su Bai smiled slightly ironically and said: "I can't see such outstanding figures as elder martial brother Qi, but I've heard a lot of rumors about elder martial brother Qi. I've heard some disciples of Daojian Pavilion say that elder martial brother Qi seems to be plotting something with Qin Wumo of Tianya Pavilion and Xiao Wenruo of baichi sect, taking many disciples of the sect to the deepest place of blood refining space!"

Nalan Chen stared at Su Bai coldly, as if to see the authenticity of Su Bai's words, but the former looked calm like a pool of stagnant water. Even under Nalan Chen's eyes, there was no waves, and he was always so calm.

"The blood refining space is the deepest. Did abandoned Qingshan and others find the new sword tomb?" Nalan Chen frowned slightly and murmured in his heart: "is it because this thing has been delayed? Maybe in a moment, abandoned Qingshan and others will appear!"

Nalan Chen is not the only one who has this idea, and the other elders of all religions also have this idea. After all, there are countless opportunities in the blood refining space, especially the existence of sword tombs.

Liu Ziang's heart is a little heavy, and even a little worry appears in his eyes. Liu Dong has not appeared yet!

Humming! Soundless and stirless, the meteorite's bombardment is unseen in the door of blood purification. It is only seen that the rotten monster bodies are filled with the breath of terror. It is like awakening in a deep sleep. The old hymn is flying out of the altar. The scarlet blood is like a bubble in the sunset. It is gone silently, and becomes a scarlet blood. The altar flowed down until it was integrated into the monster bones. After half a sound, these bones were red.

"The door of blood refining is closed!" the smile on the faces of the elders of all schools completely solidified at this moment, and Liu Ziang's eyes no longer had the previous style.

The gloom in the corners of Nalan Chen's eyes turned into madness and disbelief. The door of blood refining was closed. There was only one explanation. There were no other surviving disciples in the blood refining space, that is to say, only Su Bai survived among the more than 10000 disciples.

Su Bai looked at everyone's faces slightly uninteresting. He had never seen that a person's face could change so much in a moment, especially Liu Ziang's expression, which made Su Bai sneer in his heart.

"Let's go!" Bu Jingxian slowly opened his eyes, turned to Su Baidao and took the lead in walking towards the coast. The scarlet blood wave always made a deafening roar.

Su Bai nodded slightly, turned around and followed Bu Jingxian calmly.

"How is it possible that Dong'Er's cultivation has reached the Ninth level of the Tao, and how can he die in the blood refining!" Liu Ziang turned around with a twisted and ferocious face and stared at Su Bai with red eyes: "Su Bai, why did you live with my son in the blood refining, but my son died, and how did he die!" in the last sentence, Liu Ziang roared out, A terrible smell suddenly appeared on his body and pressed towards Su Bai.

coming! Su Bai's eyes flashed a light. He was about to speak, but Jing Xian stopped walking in front, "Liu Ziang, what does your son's life and death have to do with Bai er?"

Boom! For a moment, an unparalleled momentum suddenly appeared on Bu Jingxian. Before this momentum, Liu Ziang's breath immediately disintegrated.

Turning around, bu Jingxian picked up the sword eyebrow, and his straight body was as straight as a gun. His dark eyes were cold: "I don't say something, it doesn't mean I don't know. Don't challenge my bottom line all the time. You should know what will happen if you touch my bottom line!" before his voice fell, bu Jingxian raised his right hand and suddenly, The sword Qi surged out like a tide on the sword finger of Bu Jingxian, and a three foot green peak was formed in an instant. A sharp edge shrouded Liu Ziang, and the air between them suddenly solidified.

Liu Ziang's expression changed indefinitely. After a few breaths, he sighed: "you really stepped into the congenital six fold!"

Congenital six! The atmosphere at the scene became extremely depressed in vain, and the elders of the other sects looked at Bu Jingxian with uncertain faces.

Standing in front of Bu Jingxian, Su Baibi clearly felt the energy condensed in the shadow of the three foot sword in front of him, and a strange look appeared on his white face: "is this the strength of the congenital strong?"

Boom! At the guidance of Bu Jingxian, the sword shadow hovering over the sky fell like a meteor. Where he passed, a pit several feet wide and several feet long was immediately ploughed out by the sword Qi on the scarlet ground, and the sand and stones around turned into powder.

What a terrible finger! The elders of all schools were shocked, but an easy finger was enough to erase the congenital strong.

Turning around, Yu Guang from the corner of his eyes swept Su Bai's calm face, and the fierceness between his eyebrows immediately dispersed a lot, "you don't have to explain anything to him!"

Su Bai raised his mouth slightly and nodded his head. If he looked at the sword mark in front of him with deep meaning, there was a terrible smell on it. Is this the meaning of sword?

"Let's go!" Bu Jingxian stepped out and walked forward slowly.

Su Bai took back his eyes. Under his calm face, the blood flowing in his body was boiling. He raised his eyes and looked at the excessively vast sky. A smile of expectation appeared at the corners of his mouth. "This is the wilderness world. The sword Qi is vertical and horizontal between his fingers. It's really desirable!"

When he raised his step, Su Bai followed Bu Jingxian and winked at Wu Gou and cangyue.

Before stepping on the bleeding refining space, Su Bai had prepared some words to push the death of disciples and others to the giant beast in the sword tomb. However, according to the current situation, it was not necessary. The appearance and strength of Bu Jingxian made Su Bai feel relieved.

Watching Su Bai and bu Jingxian go away,

The scarlet waves rolled in, and the sea breeze came with a choking smell of blood. The startled fairy walked in front, and a smile burst from the corners of her eyes: "he died in your hands!"

"Who!" Su Bai asked calmly, and the pace had not changed.

"Liu Ziang's son!" Bu Jingxian deliberately lowered his voice.

"Why did Uncle Bu say that?" Su Bai asked.

"You have a heavy smell of blood, which is not limited to monsters!" Bu Jingxian smiled.

Bloody! Su Bai's calm eyes flashed a touch of surprise, and immediately nodded secretly. Strong people like Bu Jingxian, who had experienced countless lives and deaths, were extremely poisonous in terms of eyesight and other aspects. Only this detail can see something.

With a relieved smile, Su Bai walked side by side with Bu Jingxian, "who does uncle Bu want him to die in?"

Looking at each other, bu Jingxian pondered for a few seconds and suddenly sighed: "although I have been closed most of the time these years, I have never paid less attention to you. I have seen everything that Liu Ziang's bastard son has done to you, but I have never appeared before. Do you know why?"

"Uncle Bu, wait until I speak!" Su Bai whispered.

"Well, the road of martial arts is destined to be paved with blood. If you were timid in the past, you would not be suitable for this road!"

"In the past, you are more diligent than anyone, but you are always less bloody. I'm waiting for you to raise your sword!" said Bu Jingxian, with a touch of relief on his face.

"I've kept you waiting!" Su Bai said with a smile, but his eyes looked ahead. On the endless sea of blood, the blood waves were tens of feet high and the roar was constant.

An ancient black ship the size of a hill stopped and landed on the coast, like a ghost, with a terrible spirit.

The whole body of the ship was made of the corpses of monsters. It was dark and shiny. It was frightening to look at it. Su Bai narrowed his eyes slightly. He remembered that the body was riding on the ship to cross the sea of blood to the island. However, when he really saw this scene, Su Bai was still surprised.

"Get on board!" Bu Jingxian went to the black ancient ship and stepped on the rolling blood waves.

Su Bai secretly smacked his tongue, followed by the blood wave, and there was a bone chilling chill pouring in. It was like walking in the sea of corpses. Su Bai's eyebrows were slightly raised. Damn, it was really blood, not the red sea water.

Su Bai boarded the ancient ship and looked up. Countless evil ghost patterns and mountain corpses were carved on the black and shiny hull, which made people shudder.

At this moment, several Langya sect disciples standing on the ancient ship immediately came, saluted slightly and said, "elder Bu!"

"Give me the Tianzi Pavilion in Langya sword Pavilion!" Bu Jingxian said expressionless.

"Promise!" an old Langya inner disciple nodded slightly, turned his head and looked at Su Bai. He was surprised that the boy survived the blood refining.

"Elder Bu, please come here!" the disciple immediately put away his surprise, saluted to bu Jingxian and led the way.

On this ancient ship, there were not only Langya sect disciples, but also other sect disciples. They looked at Su Bai curiously. Most of them were internal disciples. Their accomplishments were almost all in the realm of condensing Qi, and their bodies were filled with a thick atmosphere.

Facing these eyes with different emotions, Su Bai looked calm.

On a huge ship, there are countless attics, connected into a piece, like land.

A moment later, an exquisite attic appeared in Su Bai's sight. It was said to be exquisite. The framework of the attic was completely made of the carcasses of monsters, but in Su Bai's view, the attic was more like the blood mouth of monsters.

Bringing Su Bai and bu Jingxian here, the disciple of Langya sect flattered and said, "elder Bu, this is the heaven and earth number of Langya sword Pavilion!"

"Hmm!" Bu Jingxian nodded indifferently. He seldom smiled, but only showed a little smile in front of Su Bai.

"Elder Bu, if anything happens, just knock the ancient bell in the pavilion and the disciple will appear immediately!" the disciple said enthusiastically.

"Well, what's your name? After returning to the sect, go to the inner door to get a fortune pill. It's said by Bu Jingxian!" Bu Jingxian said faintly.

"The disciple's name is Yang Xiu. Thank elder BU for his reward!" the disciple said with ecstasy.

"Go down!" Bu Jingxian waved his hand, turned his eyes to Su Bai, and said softly: "you live in the land. You have been fighting in the blood refining for so long. You should have a good rest and relax. After all, cultivation is to relax!"

"Hmm!" Su Bai nodded, looked at the ecstatic inner disciple and smacked his tongue secretly. A fortune pill made this guy so excited. He wondered when to ask Bu Jingxian for some, saluted Bu Jingxian, walked up to the elegant Pavilion, looked at the gloomy attic and stepped into it