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Chapter 7115: Dreamlike
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"You people have been with you for most of your life. In the end, you will eventually end up dead. If you are willing to stand by my side, maybe the end will not be so miserable."

  The hoarse voice hasn't been finished yet, the cyan slaying mans is passing in front of his eyes, the Yin Demon Saint Ancestor gently tilts his head, and the corners of his face are overflowing with redness.

   put out his tongue and licked it, his eyes gradually became gloomy: "It seems that you old things have already made plans to disobey this seat!"

   Wen Qingshan waved his sleeves, and immediately said loudly: "Tianfeng Pavilion is from the top to the bottom, fighting to death!"

   "Jie Jie Jie, old stuff, toast and not eat or drink fine wine!"

   There was another sneer. The old man of the Gorefiend Sect appeared, the cat cried and the mouse looked at the people in Tianfeng Pavilion with false compassion, and shook his head pretendingly.

   "Luo Cheng, what do you think?"

   spoke in a hoarse voice, above the void, a tall and stalwart man appeared amidst the joking sound of the saint ancestor of the evil demon. It was the Sect Master of Asura who had fought against Tian Xuexin on the Maple Leaf Stage before, and the Blood Asura Luocheng!

   "Tianfeng Pavilion disregarded the rules of the alliance, and fought with the gods of Tiangong. The former has already been punishable, so no need to say more today, kill!"

   Compared with the Gorefiend Old Man and the Supreme Elder of Shenwu Temple, Luo Cheng's hostility is extremely solemn.

   "While shakes the tree, I can't help it!"

Yin Mo Sheng Ancestor's compassionate eyes shook his head, as if regretting Tianfeng Pavilion's self-breaking path, several major forces turned to Yin Demon Temple. This big hand behind, for Tianfeng Pavilion, is already inevitable. .

   "Pavilion Lord, give an order!"

   When the elders of Tianfeng Pavilion saw the Blood Demon Sect and Shura Sect and others, they were already ready to die.

   The Battle of Maple Leaf Terrace, the tragic battle between Tianxuexin and Yinmo Temple, the **** of heaven teaches them all in their eyes, and now the scene of the past is coming again, and everyone's heart is cherished with a belief in death.

   Yin Demon Saint Ancestor has so many powerhouses, no one can stop these forces looking at the heavenly land!

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   "Wen Qingshan, you can't change the current situation alone!"

   The blood-colored robe swayed with the wind, making silk ripples. For the current situation, he already had a chance to win.

   shook his head regretfully, as if regretting the ending of Tianfeng Pavilion, but the ecstasy above that expression could not be concealed.

   "In that case, you stubborn old guys, let's go on the road together!"

   The icy voice made the final judgment, and looked at the old man in Qingshan indifferently at the bottom. As long as he died, Tianfeng Pavilion would be the fish on the chopping board!

   "The sky is raining blood!"

  The Yin Demon Saint Ancestor didn't intend to delay, he immediately urged his strongest martial arts. In the past, it was relying on this trick to severely damage the elders of the Lingtian Clan.

   In an instant, a great deal of pressure was placed on the top of Wen Qingshan. If this trick is allowed to spill, the many powerhouses in Tianfeng Pavilion will melt in the rain of blood in an instant.

   "Forever!"

   With a stern shout, Wen Qingshan's seemingly thin body suddenly communicated a trace of the will of heaven and earth, Qinghui covered the hinterland of Tianfeng Pavilion and dispelled the dense blood clouds in it.

   An unraveling green hill is reflected in the sky, which is the original defensive power of Wen Qingshan.

   "It's all in vain!"

   Yin Demon Saint Ancestor, under the blessing of the power of the blood rain, the aura of the whole body soared, facing the pressure of the green mountains in front of him, the indifferent color in his eyes did not change.

   The seemingly pale face is full of almost crazy ecstasy.

   is just a palm lightly across his chest, and the green peaks reflecting in the sky above the Tianfeng Pavilion are just like being cut off!

   "Boom!"

   Qingfeng broke off from the mountainside, and the corner of the blood-colored robe was not stained with dust.

   The blood demon old man of the blood demon sect and Shura Zong Luo Chengdu put away the previous self-reliant appearance, but they felt shuddering.

   That seemingly understatement of the palm actually dismantled the full defense of a top sect master of the heavenly land in an instant.

   "Hahahahahaha!"

   There was a hoarse laughter, and a touch of blood spewed out from the waist of Qingfeng who broke in response. Wen Qingshan snorted and flew out.

   Behind the Yin Demon Saint Ancestor, Wanzhang Void is like a prey that has been cracked. In his wild laughter, the green peaks connected to the sky dissipate, time and space drink hate, and blood flow falls from nine days!

   "His realm!"

Wen Qingshan was astonished, looking at the saint ancestor of Yinmo in astonishment, and even the Qingfeng who had communicated with the will of Tianfeng Pavilion Heaven and Earth was easily split. Compared with before, the cultivation base of this guy was even more terrifying. No one knew. Where is the limit of the Yin Demon Saint Ancestor at this moment!

   "If this is your hole card, that's it!"

Looking down on Tianfeng Pavilion’s thousands of cultivators, the deep sense of powerlessness that gushes from everyone’s hearts affects everyone’s heart from top to bottom. Even Wen Qingshan, which is known as the strongest defense in the heavenly place, is Can't stop the enemy's blow.

   At this moment, the sudden change!

   The azure blue sword light flashed, the blood cloud condensed, and the blood stream behind the Yin Demon Saint Ancestor was cut open. At this moment, the world was still.

   "Shuanghuajian!"

   spoke in a hoarse voice, the Yin Demon Saint Ancestor turned his head and looked back at the corner of the void, "Tian Xuexin, you still chose to die!"

   "The **** thing is you!"

   As soon as the voice fell, a golden gourd suddenly grew bigger, and fell from the head of the Yin Demon Saint Ancestor!

   Void fluctuated, the blood-colored robe tore the void sideways and avoided.

"boom!"

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   The huge gourd smashed a huge pit on the ground. After the shining golden light dissipated, the figures of the old man and Ye Chen slowly appeared on the mouth of the gourd.

   Immediately afterwards, there was an overwhelming condemnation.

   "Dare to offend Tianfeng Pavilion!"

   The old man had not spoken yet, behind him, a group of figures came with tactics, and the thousands of warriors who repelled the beast tide from Tianfeng City gathered at the Tianfeng Pavilion at this moment.

   "See the patron!"

   "See the patron!"

  Wen Qingshan, who was seriously injured, stared at him. What he saw was the figure of a man on the gourd. Behind him, thousands of people gathered together.

   "Good! Good! Good!"

   The tearful old Wen Qingshan saw it, and he hadn't said much before, with a slight rosy color in the corners of his eyes.

   "Old Wen, leave it to us next!"historical

   Ye Chen said softly.

   "Are you Ye Chen, the Lord of Reincarnation?"

   Wen Qingshan is not unfamiliar with Ye Chen's name. This young man who has caused the Yin Demon Temple to return home several times is truly extraordinary.

   Although there is only the Taizhen realm cultivation base, but for some reason, the tall and straight figure at this moment is proud, which gives people a feeling of peace of mind.

   In front of the Maple Leaf Terrace, Tian Xuexin never spoke about his whereabouts until his death. The man who was protected by the elders of the Tiangong God Cult, stood in front of him at this moment.

   At this moment, it was like a dream.

   "Ye Chen!"

   Yin Demon Saint Ancestor's voice interrupted everyone, and there was a slight tremor in the hoarse voice.