Chapter 487

After su Hanjin killed another ancestor of Di Hua and several elders in the later stage of returning to the virtual world one by one, the monks in the field were all huddled together, like quails, and they didn't dare to lift their heads, for fear of being stared at by the female evil star. The disciples of the medicine immortal sect reaped their lives behind Su Hanjin. This was a one-sided slaughter. Under the pressure of Su Hanjin, these friars could not move or even struggle to death.

Su Hanjin killed the leaders. As for the other monks, it was up to them to decide how to deal with them.

"You killed my senior brother! Go to hell!" a disciple of the medicine immortal sect put his knife into one's heart and roared with gnashing teeth.

"Master, I'll avenge you!" the splashing blood splashed on her face, and her eyes didn't blink, but although she was killing, her tears kept rolling down, leaving two crystal tears on her face.

"It's you, you killed elder martial sister Ruan! You robbed her!" a man said angrily. His face was gloomy. Instead of killing each other as quickly as other disciples, he squatted down and stared coldly at the murderer's face.

A moment later, a black pill appeared in his hand. He stuffed the pill into the murderer's mouth and covered his mouth with his hand. That medicine is highly toxic. There is only a little residual poison gas thrown by the goshawk before.

After being forced to swallow the pill, just for a moment, the man's skin began to fester, like being skinned, revealing the flesh and blood inside. The next moment, the flesh and blood made a nourishing sound. In the shrill scream, the man turned into a pool of blood, and a fishy smell came to his face.

The young disciple had no reaction to the stench. He stood up, took out a jade square handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped his fingers carefully.

His movements were light, like falling into some kind of memory. His wiping action is very pious, like a memorial to an old dream. The wind blew a corner of the square handkerchief, embroidered with a beautiful jade character, and the smile of the original owner of the square handkerchief was no longer there.

These blood feuds are inextricable knots.

When they were doing all this, Su Hanjin's divine sense had rapidly extended to the distance. Now her divine soul is extremely powerful. Even if it is far from Kunlun, she can see it if she wants.

The snowy Kunlun mountain appeared in front of her. Like the medicine immortal sect, Kunlun disciples were killed and injured countless times. But it was snowing there, goose feather and heavy snow fell one after another, gradually burying the blood stains of the bones, deeply burying the dirt, and burying it under the silver, covering up all the sins.

Kunlun Mountain doesn't even need to burn a fire to destroy the dead.

From Kunlun to Kunlun temple is a bridge to heaven. It is hidden behind the snow mountain forbidden area. It is a road to heaven only for recognized disciples. Once upon a time, every time qiufengdu went to the Kunlun temple, he was led by the temple friar by boat. He was looking forward to stepping on the Tongtian bridge like airan fairy all the time. In his dreams, he wants to be liked by the immortal and enter the Kunlun temple!

This day came, but in such a tragic way.

At this time, the Tongtian bridge is broken, and the elegant autumn wind is crossing. At this time, I hold my hair with my hand. I only feel that I have a headache and my heart is torn open by sharp claws. The Tongtian bridge has been broken. They are separated from the Kunlun friars on the other side of the Tongtian bridge. The old guard of Kunlun chamber of Commerce, the strange old man who didn't know the depth of cultivation, was actually a Mahayana. It was Mahayana who also fell after he laid the last array with his blood.

None of them could have escaped without him.

However, to Qiu Fengdu's surprise, it's not safe to enter the Kunlun temple. There used to be real fairyland immortals who made friends with Yuechuan immortals in the Kunlun temple, but now the Kunlun temple has also been attacked. And those immortals who made friends with Yuechuan immortals in the past are now gone. At the same time, there was a hostile immortal who killed in the Kunlun temple.

At this time, they can only hide near the Tongtian bridge. On the opposite side, a Mahayana friar is leading friars such as Yunhai magic sword gate and shuilian Dongtian to break the array. Behind them, the elders of the Kunlun temple are working together to deal with the real immortal. At present, they can barely support it. When the real immortal on the other side of the Tongtian bridge breaks the array, they will have no chance of winning.

At this moment, qiufengdu knows how small he is. In the past, under the protection of Yuechuan immortal, Kunlun has always been respected by friars in the cloud sea world. As the successor of the chamber of Commerce, he has always been high above the world. He never thought that he would encounter such a danger. He never thought that there would be no news of Yuechuan immortal. He never thought that Kunlun would perish.

What happened to immortal Yuechuan? Will he have fallen. Thinking of this, Qiu Fengdu subconsciously took a look at the airan fairy next to her. She is the descendant of Yuechuan immortal.

Airan fairy's face was calm. Her fine eyebrows frowned slightly, her eyes drooped, and her eyelashes left a faint shadow on her face. She sat quietly on one side, as if surrounded by a layer of water mist, making her in a fog, like the lonely moon reflected in a cold lake at night.

The fog is the famous immortal method of Yuechuan immortal. The clouds and water are surrounded by fog. She has practiced very skillfully at a young age. Seeing the appearance of airan fairy, Qiu Fengdu knew what was wrong with him. He gradually calmed down. The worst thing was to die. Kunlun had countless deaths and injuries. It would be nice to be with you.

She can do it. Why can't she do it! Qiu Fengdu takes a deep breath. He can't do anything in the front battlefield. If he gets close, he will be affected by the residual power of the battle. He can't do it not only, but also the airan fairy in the middle and late stage of returning to emptiness. Most of the Kunlun disciples who escaped from Tongtian bridge are injured, and they can't do it.

Qiu Fengdu smiled. He couldn't compete with the real immortal. At least he should be able to die calmly. He turned to look at airan again, but found that her eyebrows were frowned deeper at this time. She was holding a dagger in her hand and was wiping it again and again with her sleeve. Those actions also exposed her tension.

As if aware of the sight of the autumn wind crossing, airan glanced at him lightly. Then she stood up, clenched the dagger in her hand and stood at the head of the Tongtian bridge.

Under the Tongtian bridge is the wanzhang cliff. She is equivalent to standing on the edge of the cliff. The cold wind scattered her hair and turned her clothes, as if laughing at her overestimation.

Yes, it's too much. For these people, the power of true immortals is enough to crush them in an instant. If the old man hadn't protected them before, they couldn't beat the real immortal's eye.

Qiu Fengdu stood up with his knee in his hand. He had been injured before, but now his leg seemed to be broken. Because it was the attack of the real immortal, the pill he took didn't have much effect on the injury. At this time, it was painful to step forward, but he limped to airan's side, stood at the bridge head and looked at the array that the old man had laid with his life.

The bloody border is full of cracks. The next moment, it will be completely broken. He seemed to be able to see that the old man, no, the respected old man, was drained of his blood and had become a corpse. In fact, with his strength, if he abandons these people, should he be able to escape? Thinking of the old doorman he didn't care about before, the autumn wind gradually wetted his eyes. He suddenly knelt down and worshipped three times in the direction of the array.

When he got up, his leg hurt badly. His leg trembled and almost didn't stand firm. Fortunately, airan stretched out her hand to help him. The autumn wind was flattered. Standing on the edge of the cliff, the cold wind came from the pavement, and the cold seeped into the bones. However, he didn't seem to feel cold. His heart beat rapidly, and his blood was bubbling and boiling, as if it had gathered on his face, making his white face red all of a sudden.

"Airan."

Maybe he will die the next moment, so at this moment, don't worry about whether he can deserve it! In the past, although the world said that he and she were like a pair of excellent people when they appeared together in Kunlun, in fact, he knew the difference between them. One was the Kunlun chamber of Commerce and the other was the Kunlun temple. There was a sky bridge between them, but far more than one.

"I..." he had already produced endless courage, but the other side came, eyes like a stream of autumn, carrying the cold moonlight.

Gazing quietly by the faint cold light, qiufengdu held back what he wanted to say. For a time, he hesitated and said a few words in succession without saying a complete sentence.

"The array is breaking!" airan said faintly.

The autumn wind suddenly turned his head. He saw that the withered bones in the array burst open and turned into a blood mist! And the blood fog made the array barrier that was about to break shake again, and the already dim light brightened a little.

In order to save them, the old man has no bones! Autumn wind ferry's already wet eyes finally shed tears. At this time, he heard a voice softly ringing in his ear.

"If we can survive this time, let's become double monks!"

The autumn wind shivered and asked, "what are you talking about!" did he hear wrong? The voice was too light, like a whisper. Did he hear wrong, or was he dreaming?

Airan smiles like a drizzle, which washes away the dust in the sky and reveals the cleanest and brightest scene free of fine dust. The rainbow after the rain is so gorgeous that people are in full bloom.

Airan is usually very cold. When she smiles, there are two shallow dimples on her cheeks. Her original cold appearance is instantly destroyed. Where is she like a lonely fairy? Is this the truth that she never smiles! Autumn wind crossing, my thoughts scattered randomly, but I was a little confused. At this moment, she raised her voice slightly, "I said, if we don't die this time, we'll be partners!"