Twelve long swords line up to surround the emperor beixuan. The black and red flame curled around the body of the sword and jumped. Nine you Hong Meng Yan seem to feel what threat, issued a rapid buzz. Emperor beixuan's eyes opened a little. At last, the fundus of the eye showed the color of panic. He didn't know what the twelve swords were. But he recognized the black flame on the sword. That is... [Mingyin Shengyan]. It is the most rigid to Yang, but also the most Yin to evil, invincible five levels [Ming Yin Sheng Yan]. Emperor beixuan's dry lips opened and closed for a while, and his hoarse and dry throat spat out a broken word, "Luo... Yun... Xiao..." the last Xiao word has not been read. Twelve long swords rushed forward and ran through the body of emperor beixuan mercilessly“ Ah, ah, ah --! " The shrill cry spread all over Yunxiao【 Jiuyou hongmengyan fled to the distance at the critical moment. Only emperor beixuan, who was tied into a hedgehog by twelve long swords, fell into the yellow sand, whining and rolling. The black and red flames burned inch by inch in his body. Not as soon as can kill an Immortal Emperor, but can let him live as if to die. All the people in the forbidden area of the polar region were shocked for a moment. They looked up at the man falling from the sky. The sky was full of black clouds, lightning and thunder. The young man in white seems to be free from the dust. Holiness and perfection exclude all the filth of the world. Cold night can't help but take a breath, and swallow saliva, light voice way: "Youming domain master how also come?" Luoyun falls on the ground. Everyone's eyes are on him. But he seemed to have no sense of general, went straight to Han Chujiu in front. Han Chujiu blinked, and his face was puzzled. Luo Yunxiao light way: "you are medicine King Han Chu nine?" Han Chujiu subconsciously said, "who is not Laozi?" Luo Yunxiao threw him a picture. As soon as it landed, it unfolded slowly. His voice is clear and pleasant, but there is no emotion fluctuation in his tone, "Chu Mo Li asked me to give it to you." Almost at the moment when his words fell. The scroll began to burn in the middle, and countless black air wrapped around Han Chujiu's body. Mr. Yu said anxiously, "Luo Yunxiao, what's this? You want to do something to our king of Medicine... "His voice stopped abruptly before he finished shouting. The big eyes reflect the scene that Han Chujiu's already melted hands and feet grow flesh and blood again and recover slowly. Yu's lips opened and closed several times, but he couldn't say a word for a long time, "this... This is..." Luo Yunxiao said again: "it's impossible to solve [the other side of the yellow spring curse], it can only delay the attack time. This is the original words of Chu Mo Li. Do you have any questions? " Han Chu looked down at his perfect hand for a long time, then looked up and said, "are you Luo Yunxiao? My dear little martial uncle? " Luo Yunxiao nodded. Han Chujiu then said, "what's the matter with my dear disciple now?" Luo Yunxiao no longer cares about him, but goes to Emperor beixuan. Emperor beixuan's [Mingyin Shengyan] has been extinguished. Not many of them are attached to the twelve long swords. But his body, however, has been burned, even the abdomen appeared a burnt black hole, can see inside the bloody viscera. The flesh and blood on the face and hair were also burned, revealing the creepy skull.