The protagonist of destiny is online

Chapter 84

Lingxiao Temple has a radius of hundreds of miles, shrouded in a thick layer of black mist, dark clouds piled up above, and the blood is faintly visible.

There were no fingers around him, Yan Xuekong paused slightly, and the Phoenix True Fire was ignited.

The golden flame is like a beacon in the dark, illuminating the way forward.

Taoist Master Qingqiong closed the map and said: "It seems that the Shura tribe has already made a move! Your Highness Xuekong, I can't tell the direction here, can you find your Majesty?"

Yan Xuekong frowned slightly, and suddenly pinched a formula, cut his finger, blood dripped into a thread, leading to relatives.

"Yan Yan."

Xie Yuchen shook his wrist disapprovingly.

"This way." Yan Xuekong seemed to have sensed something, before he had time to say more, he spread his wings instantly, and his figure was so fast that he left afterimages, making him catch nothing.

Xie Yuchen chased after him, looked up at the bloody sky, annoying.

Taoist Master Qing Qiong followed closely, thinking, that is the future father-in-law, the younger brother will not sit idly by, right?

In Lingxiao Palace, the golden light of luck blocked Yan Yuan's attacks again and again, and gradually became dim.

"This is the Great Formation of the Underworld, which gathers the power of resentment from ancient times to the present, and there is also a formation of resentful souls of twelve golden immortals. Don't say that you are just a small mortal, even if the Emperor of Heaven is alive, you will not escape this calamity!"

The voice of the black-robed old man was hoarse, and he was persuasive: "Give up, Your Majesty Emperor Yuan, as long as you donate your luck and submit to my clan, I will save your life, and you will still be the master of this world in the future."

Yan Yuan said: "You want to make me surrender, but in the final analysis, you are the one who can't help me."

"The way of luck is mysterious and mysterious. It's easy for me to kill you, but you still have a wife and children. Once you die, the luck of the world will be transferred to them. I have to bother to kill them. Hey, the world said I The family is cruel, and this seat is still thinking about saving a little blood for your Dayan royal family."

Yan Yuan wrestled with the resentful souls in the formation, while the black-robed old man was on top, killing people's hearts with every word.

He has seen a lot of people with a firm mind, but without exception, they all have weaknesses.

Compared with fighting for strength in an open and honest manner, the Shura tribe prefers to hide in the dark, play tricks and tricks, and watch others fall into the trap. In the end, they cannot survive or die.

Yan Yuan ignored him, while fighting, he searched for the eyes of the formation, waiting for the opportunity to break the formation.

The old man in black pretended to be regretful: "Speaking of your son, you are really talented. He has ruined our family's good things many times. It's a pity. You are too filial. When I heard that you were in danger, I didn't care if I broke into the ruins. Come to Lingxiao Palace to save you."

Yanyan is here?

Yan Yuan's hand paused, revealing his flaws, and a long bloodstain immediately appeared on his shoulder. He turned around and swept back, quickly retreating.

However, the blood anger stimulated the resentful souls, they became more and more manic, and they formed chains to hook Yan Yuan's limbs.

The black-robed old man clicked his tongue: "Sure enough, father and son love each other deeply. Don't worry, he will be here soon."

Yan Yuan lowered his face, squeezed the halberd tightly, thrust it down, and stabbed it heavily into the ground, only to see the vast spiritual power surging in all directions like a sea, forcing the resentful soul to be unable to get close for a while.

The next moment, he formed seals with both hands, and his aura rose at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Qiankun Wuji Kung Fu, the great Yan emperors of all dynasties have practiced this kung fu method. There is a forbidden technique in it, which is "the change of life and death". The change of life is death, and the change of death is vitality.

Back then, Yan Yuan used this method to exchange his life for his life to extend Yan Xuekong's life for ten years. Now, he uses this method again to burn his lifespan in exchange for a powerful cultivation base.

Intending to forcibly break this killing array!

The eyes of the black-robed old man changed slightly, and he cast a radiant big seal, and shouted: "I spare your life, you must seek death! The seal of the emperor of heaven is here, and the twelve golden immortals obey the order, kill this person immediately! "

The twelve resentful souls were photographed by Yin Xi, as if they had received an order, and their stagnant movements became flexible again.

Blood dripped from the corner of Yan Yuan's mouth onto the halberd, and the spiritual power rippled like water.

Yan Yuan wiped away the blood, stood up calmly, ignored the resentment coming from the siege, soared into the sky, and slammed into the Great Seal with his halberd.

The Emperor Seal, the real core of the ruins.

It cannot be taken away, nor can it be destroyed.

"The mayfly shakes the tree, it is beyond its capacity!"

Yan Yuan injected all the spiritual power into the long halberd, and the kung fu worked, and the golden light of the remaining luck was also poured in, and said coldly: "I rule the world, gather luck in the world, seal of the emperor of heaven, if you have spirit, Listen to the wishes of all living beings!"

As soon as the words fell, the Heavenly Emperor Seal trembled faintly.

The black-robed old man was shocked, and quickly cast a spell to suppress it: "Ignorant mortals, stop talking nonsense!"

Blood gushed out of Yan Yuan's seven orifices and the tiger's mouth, but he smiled, looked at the seal of the emperor, and said loudly: "I believe that you and the twelve golden immortals have also protected the common people. The old master is not here, but the faith still exists. How can you allow villains to drive you?"

With a "click", the entire Lingxiao Palace fell silent.

The seal of the Emperor of Heaven is cracked!

The black-robed old man was furious, retracted the seal, and slapped Yan Yuan off with one palm. A long knife formed in his hand, pierced into his shoulder bone fiercely, and nailed him to the ground.

"Daddy—Tai Cang!"

Anxious shouts came from afar, before the people arrived, the sword arrived first.

The sword energy was like a rainbow, unstoppable, the old man in black robe didn't care about Yan Yuan, he hastily drew his sword to block the long sword, a moment later, a flash of flame-like streamer came, revealing the slender figure of the young man.

"Daddy!"

Yan Xuekong helped Yan Yuan up, seeing that he was covered in injuries, his eyes turned red immediately.

The holy lotus rose up all over the ground, and the pure white and innocent aura fell, Yan Yuan slowly opened his eyes, coughed and called out: "Yan Yan, you, you shouldn't come here, where is your mother?"

"Mother is in Central Continent, don't worry. Daoist Grandpa, help me take care of Daddy!"

Yan Xuekong turned around and stared at the black-robed old man, with killing intent in his golden pupils, Tai Cang turned and fell into his hands: "You hurt my father?"

The old man in black robe: "Yes, it's like..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the sword's edge was in front of him, and the black robe was split open in an instant. He raised his saber to face it, and said with a cold snort, "Since you're here, let's stay together."

Taoist Master Qing Qiong supported Yan Yuan and retreated to the side.

Yan Yuan forced himself to stand up: "Master Taoist, please help me, Yan Yan is no match for that person."

Taoist Master Qing Qiong asked him to rest, and pointed to Xie Yuchen who was silently watching the battle: "Your Majesty, don't worry."

Yan Yuan said: "He is... Junyu?"

Daoist Qingqiong said meaningfully: "With this person here, nothing will happen to His Royal Highness Xuekong."

Yan Yuan turned his gaze, and said suspiciously: "Listen to the meaning of the Taoist Lord, do you know him?"

Daoist Qing Qiong: "..."

He'd better shut up.

Yan Xuekong's cultivation was inferior to the black-robed old man, but his tactics were a hundred times better than him, and the Taicang Sword pierced his defenses. Under his fury, his moves were fierce, and every time the black-robed old man made a knife, he was seen through and deflected.

If you don't care about cultivation and only talk about Taoism, there is no one in the world who can match Yan Xuekong.

"As expected of the innate Taoist body, the appearance and talent are all the best choices, the ancestors will definitely like it after seeing it."

The long knife shattered in collisions again and again, and the old man in black robe simply discarded it, restrained Tai Cangjian briefly with powerful spiritual power, and reached out to grab Yan Xuekong's neck.

Yan Xuekong raised his golden eyes lightly, the cave sky in the Lingfu trembled suddenly, and in an instant, Daoyun appeared.

"Yan Yan, just vent your anger, don't shake the Dao foundation for this."

Xie Yuchen appeared like a ghost, grasped the hilt of the sword, and cut off the palm of the black-robed old man who crossed the boundary with a sharp blow!

"Ahhh!"

The old man in black screamed, clutching his wrist and backing away.

At this moment, there was a thunderous sound in the air, like a reminder or a warning.

"Brother Junyu." Yan Xuekong came back to his senses, the dao rhyme dissipated, and he fell into a strange mood just now. At that moment, he felt that he could kill the old man in black robe, but there might be problems in the Lingfu Cave.

Xie Yuchen brushed away the broken hair from his forehead, and said, "Anger hurts my body very much."

"You, who are you?" The old man in black robe was terrified.

That sword just now reminded him of a person.

300 years ago, he saw the chaos in the world, killed each other, and wanted to lead the Shura clan to the world, but he also made such an irresistible sword in a trance, which severely damaged the vitality of the Shura clan.

If it wasn't for the ancestor to save him, he would have died at that time.

He is the pinnacle of the Golden Immortal Realm, a half-step Immortal Emperor Realm, how many people in the world can hurt him with a single sword?

Biero has been sleeping since ancient times, has not experienced 300 years of accidents, and has no awe of the sky, but the old man in black robe clearly knows how terrible the man in the sky is!

The black-robed old man stared at Xie Yuchen, raised his hand suddenly, twelve blood pillars soared into the sky, and once again opened the Great Demon Formation, he sacrificed the cracked seal of the emperor of heaven: "No matter who you are, the destiny allows me to be here with the Shura clan!" The world of great controversy has appeared, and I don’t believe that today’s success will be defeated! The Twelve Golden Immortals obey the order and kill!”

The blood spread, and the resentful soul awakened again.

Xie Yuchen's sword turned, and at this moment, Yan Yuan ignored Daoist Qingqiong's obstruction, walked over with his hands on his shoulders, swayed his body, coughed and said: "Yan Yan, the emperor of heaven has a spirit, and he doesn't want to help the Shura people to cause harm to the world." , Self-destructed and split, but it is difficult to escape the control of the Shura clan. You are the descendant of the dragon and the phoenix, and the heavenly court is orthodox, you can help it recognize the master and take it back."

Yan Xuekong nodded with a firm expression.

He took a step forward, raised his left hand, it was the golden phoenix real fire, raised his right hand, it was a flowing galaxy dragon, his hands were united, and the phantom of flying dragon and phoenix appeared around him.

The Heavenly Emperor Seal shook violently, and a phantom of an evil ghost appeared on it, chasing and devouring the phantom of the dragon and phoenix.

Yan Xuekong held the edge of the Taicang sword and wanted to slash his wrist, but the Taicang sword trembled and hid the edge very spiritually, no matter how hard he swiped, he couldn't cut his mouth.

He had no choice but to cut his own wrist.

"Yan Yan, the mere ruins of the heavenly court are not worthy of you." Xie Yuchen frowned, retracted his sword, and stretched out his hand to grab it. The evil ghost phantom wailed sharply, and it was instantly annihilated.

The crack disappeared, and the radiance of the Heavenly Emperor Seal reappeared, and it fell into his hands.

Xie Yuchen glanced at it, and handed it to Yan Xuekong: "Take it and play with it, don't always bleed."

Yan Xuekong: "..."

Yan Yuan: "..."

Daoist Qing Qiong: "..."

The three stayed together.

"Hey."

In Lingxiao Palace, there was a light and fluttering sigh. The voice was male and female, revealing a breath-taking meaning.

The old man in black robe shouted: "Old Ancestor!"

The Ancestor Huasheng did not show up, he sighed again and again, and his tone was quite strange: "Forget it, the world has changed, and our family has a chance of survival. Chong Luo, I don't blame you. Unexpectedly, Yuanchen Tianzun in the sky moved Fanxin."

As soon as these words came out, it seemed that some kind of taboo had been touched, and thunder broke out in the sky.

Yan Xuekong opened his eyes wide and stared at Xie Yuchen in a daze. He became dizzy for a while, and his mind was pounding.

——"One day you will understand that you don't need to believe in destiny, but you must fight for it."

——"I am your sword spirit, have you forgotten?"

——"I like you and want to pursue you."

—— "Wait until the matter of Mingzhou is resolved, follow me to a place, okay?"

Countless pictures flashed, and finally went blank.

It turned out that this was the answer.