Su Muzhe has been silent for too long and has not appeared for a hundred years. Some people have gradually forgotten him, but some people want to kill Su Muzhe to achieve their reputation.

On the dusty mountain peaks, there were gradually flashing light.

The cultivators of Xuanlong Temple began to gather towards the main hall. Master Yun Mi and Monk Jialan looked pale and gathered here.

It was a pity that Master Yun Mi was standing at the peak of the Dan for a hundred years. Even Master Yun Mi’s rebellion was practiced by Master Yun Mi. Three ways gathered together to advance to the Nascent Soul realm, but this time he was injured, and the opportunity for promotion was fleeting. I wonder how many years it would take for Master Yun to take this step again.

However, Monk Jialan seems to have a much more miserable injury than Master Yun Mi, but in fact it only hurts the qi and blood. After a little rest, you can return to the peak.

Su Muzha sat in the middle, with no sadness and joy on his face.

In recent years, some people in Xuanlong Temple have not been hidden, and some people are still walking on the battlefield. They come to inquire about the geniuses and serve as a channel for Su Muzhe to understand the war.

"Where is Qinghuzi now?"

A hundred years have passed, and the Yin Fu Taoist has become much older.

He was still a little short of the Great Perfection of the Kalpa, and his magic power could no longer stop the years from falling on him.

With pale hair, the Yin Fu Taoist hunched over and stood up and spoke.

"After hurting Master Yun Mi and Master Jialan that day, Qinghuzi disappeared. I was also on the battlefield that day. If the master had not stopped him, Qinghuzi would have the intention to kill me."

Su Muzha narrowed his eyes slightly, making people unable to see his muddy eyes.

"Since that's the case, then I'll lead him out. Even if he is a genius in the world, he shouldn't have been so crazy. I think there is still some support behind him. I want to see who wants to weigh himself!"

...

Three days later, Wuyahe Battlefield.

The two paths of good and evil have now produced the true fire. People fall on the battlefield every day, and some geniuses become famous. But overall, the two paths of good and evil are still fighting, and there is no obvious difference in strength.

In such a chaotic battlefield, the Taoist Yin Fu came in.

It is not a genius, nor is it the peak of the Killing Pill.

But in the end, it was the old demon who was lingering in the realm of Killing Dan for countless years. He nurtured more than one trump card. As soon as the Yin Fu Taoist entered the field, murderous intent emerged!

The clouds storm, and the inner bardo talisman shuttled and condensed into a killing formation.

Over the past two hundred years, the Yin Fu Taoist Taoist, Su Muzhe, the Blood Corpse Taoist and others exchanged the way of formations, and had already embarked on an extremely profound path, and even had some connection with the Ten Deathless Formation.

Now that the Yin Talisman formation gathers the blood evil aura in all directions.

In the shrill voice, the ancestor of Zhengdao Jiedan screamed, but he was not aware of it for a moment and was wrapped in the Yin Talisman formation. After only three breaths, it completely turned into blood, leaving only a trace of immortal soul light, and was wrapped in the Fengshen Dao and was on the list.

The Taoist smiled grimly, and the talismans around him flew around him, which was quite as if they were entering a state of no one.

Many people on the battlefield looked at Yin Fu Taoist in surprise.

In a century, even when the cultivators of Xuanlong Temple appeared on the battlefield, they were terrifyingly low-key. This is the first time that this old Taoist has seen a hideous face.

Screams kept coming.

The killing of the Yin Fu Taoist suddenly stopped.

A stunning sword came from the plain.

Qinghuzi.
Chapter completed!