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Everyone thinks that the goddess is the luckiest person in the land of gods and demons. She is the nine heaven Xuannu. She can get the favor of the emperor. She will become the one who controls the land of gods and demons.

But no one knows, in the dead of night, she will cry, and still so helpless.

That night, the princess knew.

The next day, she left with the goddess.

Chaoyi city.

Deep in the quiet courtyard stood a figure who had been standing here for seven days and seven nights.

But no one came to report to him. Who was that man and where did he go?

Haotianqiong is very angry.

After a short time, haowulin came here. He lowered his head and said in a voice that was almost shaking: "I can't find out. That man is very mysterious, and his practice is very strange. No one knows."

Haotianqiong side face, a pair of cold and sharp eyes staring at him, if it was not his brother, he might have slapped it.

Haowulin felt great power. He was sweating like raindrops and his heart was shaking.

After a long time, the terrible power began to dissipate. Hao Tianqiong said coldly, "you don't need to check this matter."

When the voice dropped, he stepped into the air.

This direction is the direction of Yunmengshan.

Howlin turns away from here.

Outside the yard, Yang Mingxin came face to face and said, "the guy named Qingyang left the sword rain forest."

Hearing the speech, haowulin frowned.

He might have done something if it was his usual practice, but now, he is not in that mood.

Seven days later, we still can't find the person's trace, identity, origin, cultivation, all of which are gone.

Fortunately, my brother left.

After a pause, he said, "where did he go?"

Yang Mingxin grinned: "here."

Haowulin is stunned. He gathers his sight, leaves the sword rain forest, and returns to Chaoyi city?

In this case, it can only blame his life.

Outside the city, Qingyang came. He got up early and came in a hurry.

After stepping into Chaoyi City, he didn't go to the lake in a hurry. After several days, the man couldn't have stayed there.

Now the biggest clue is the people living in the city.

He stepped into a crowded Inn, ordered a few dishes, opened his mind and listened to the discussion from all directions.

Half an hour later, he left for another inn.

It's been half a day, but he hasn't got any news. The man is wearing a mask. It's too dark to see clearly. He can't see his clothes. Even the sword

All right!

Qingyang has given up the way to get information from the masses of the people. He came to the lake. Unlike before, he saw a lot of people this time.

There are men and women, powerful practitioners and mortals. They either go on pilgrimage or practice, and some people stand on the lakeside and gaze over the green willows.

There was a long, deep cut, and the green liquid overflowed and solidified there.

Is that the mark of that sword?

Qingyang opened a corner of yin and Yang eyes, he saw the beating of green, there is a strong evil spirit, and even a touch of some black mist.

The method of reincarnation.

The breath doesn't change. It's familiar.

He was shocked, short of breath, heart pounding, for a long time did not know how to express his emotions.

It was Li Yi's reincarnation method. He had experienced it closely, so he recognized the fluctuation of breath.

It's him.

Elder martial brother is still alive.

But where did he go?

Full half an hour of time, Qingyang just calm down, also began to suppress that touch of excitement and tension.

He left here without hesitation for long.

According to local residents, that night, the man cut a sword and left.

Soon after, haowulin and his party arrived.

Behind him followed Yang Mingming, who swept across the lake: "strange, where are the people?"

At this time, on the street, a soldier in armor came running in panic. After seeing Yang Mingxin, he gasped and said, "Mr. Yang, the man you let me pay attention to is out of the city again."

Out of town?

The two looked at each other with a cold look. Without saying a word, they chased the past directly.

Fortunately, Qingyang is not in a hurry.

After half an hour's gallop, they finally catch up with Qingyang. At this time, they are no longer within the scope of one city. They enter a border town.

Qingyang looks at the visitor, and his sight coagulates. He recognizes Yang Mingxin, but he doesn't know who the person beside him is, but he feels the breath fluctuation of that person.It turned out to be a God King.

Yang obviously laughed and looked a little cold: "Qingyang, from zhanzhou in the south."

Haowulin stood in front of him and said coldly, "is it you who waste the sea of gas, or do you want me to kill you?"

It's arrogant, but he has the right to say it.

Qingyang raised the corner of his mouth and said scornfully, "are you sure what happened to me?"

Hearing this, haowulin's eyes were cold, and he directly put out his hand. The evil spirit gushed out. It was like the hand of a demon God, which quickly enlarged and covered here, filled with a terrible sense of killing.

He's the king, the mighty king.

In this realm, it is too easy to kill Tongtian realm. In the past few years, almost no one could survive.

Therefore, in his opinion, Qingyang is already a dead man.

It's powerful.

Qingyang thought silently, but he was also smiling. He could not shake haowulin's attack, but he could do one thing.

That is to kill Yang Mingxin.

Two years ago, he was kind. He just cut off an arm of him. He never thought that he should hold a grudge to this day.

In that case, there was no need for him to be kind.

At the moment when haowulin's attack and crush came down, his figure flashed, and the man had left that position.

The latter was stunned.

Yang was obviously stunned, but at the next moment, he clearly felt the breath of death, very close He subconsciously looked back and saw Qingyang carrying the sword.

His eyes were wide open, with an air of wonder.

What is that? Blink?

How could he have appeared behind him?

Is the attack by haowulin fake? Can't even the God King imprison his range of activities?

The pale sword light flickered and puffed, piercing his heart directly.

Then, a big mouthful of blood gushed out of him, and his heart was filled with fear.

That terrible sword is constantly devouring the power of his life. What's more, an eye just appeared between his eyebrows?

That eye is very strange, very deep, shot out a strange attack, directly imprisoned his spirit.

At the next moment, Qingyang stepped out of the range again. He said with a smile to haowulin: "you are very lucky. Thanks to meeting me, if my elder martial brother is here, you will surely die."

Haowulin's pupils shrank and subconsciously asked, "who is your senior brother?"

He did not pay attention to Yang Mingxin's life and death, but focused on this issue, because he saw the familiar picture.

That night, the man who cut the green willow sword disappeared in a flash.