A group of monks from Yidi Mountain stood there blankly, looking blank.
They looked in the direction of Xu Yue and the others, wondering what was happening there. Why was there fighting and shouts of killing?
Are people from other sects fighting within themselves?
Moreover, at that moment, they clearly saw the shining golden light, that kind of oppression from the source, which was unmistakable.
It is definitely one of the three emperor arts of Yidi Mountain, Emperor Light!
What is this black gas filling the air now?
Just when everyone was confused, Mu Yuan, the elder of Yidi Mountain, finally spoke.
"All Yidi Mountain disciples retreat! No participation in the battle is allowed without orders! Retreat!"
After the words fell, each of the Yidi Mountain disciples fully understood the situation and began to retreat quickly.
There are really people fighting on the top of the Emperor Mountain!
Only those outside the sect, most of them stayed where they were and did not move.
"Humph, you really dare to come!"
Shang Jun crossed his arms and looked at Xu Yue with an inexplicable meaning in his tone.
Beside him, the oiran's beautiful eyes flickered, staring at the lonely figure in the field.
Is this the protagonist of the turmoil a hundred years ago?
The same is true for the mysterious woman in black dress in Tianmoling, who was silently observing Xu Yue at this time.
Situ Yu's eyes shone, and underneath his seemingly wretched appearance, he had a delicate mind.
"Boss!"
Xiao Hu gritted his teeth and tried his best to rush over to help Xu Yue, but Fu Xiang held him tightly beside him to prevent him from taking danger.
In the direction of Pingtianju, Qilinzi took a deep breath and asked a middle-aged man on the side: "Third uncle, is it him?"
"That's right!"
Almost without thinking, the third uncle gritted his teeth and said sadly: "That's him, Xu Yue! The culprit who killed your father a hundred years ago!"
At the edge of the battlefield, Meng Jin stood up, the green lotus between his eyebrows sparkling, and turned to look at the figure in the field. For some reason, he always felt familiar.
Zuo Qingxuan of the Qingyuan Immortal Kingdom held the bottom end of the folding fan in one hand and kept tapping it on the palm of the other hand, his eyes flashing and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Somewhere in the crowd, an extremely inconspicuous bald monk looked at the three people present and remained silent.
Everyone showed their own reactions, some were surprised, some were silent, some were serious, or some were filled with murderous intent.
Only one person burst into tears.
"Sister, it's him, it's really him."
Lan Ruyan's eyes were filled with tears, and she covered her mouth gently. Looking at the figure standing on the sword in the field, her tears couldn't stop flowing down.
She has been looking for this person for hundreds of years.
She stayed awake for countless nights, tossing and turning, and finally fell asleep, but she dreamed of Xu Yue again.
Sometimes, he is the young man who rescues people on an isolated island, teaches his own skills, and takes care of his own life.
Sometimes, he is that beast showing his true nature, with a human face and an animal heart.
Over the past hundred years, I don't know how many times she has entered and exited dangerous secret realms and passed through mysterious restricted areas. For no other reason than to find Xu Yue, who had no news, and ask him why!
Why did he want to hurt her like this when she clearly liked him so much?
This is not only a love-hate obsession, but also the reason for her strong survival.
"Well, it must be him."
Lan Qing whispered that although she had never met Xu Yue, he was probably the only one who could make everyone react so fiercely.
"I'm going to help him!"
Lan Ruyan wiped away her tears, took two steps, and was about to rush to the battlefield.
"Yan'er, why do you want to help him?" Lan Qing grabbed Lan Ruyan, her face lost its usual gentleness and looked slightly colder.
"You can be freed only when he dies." Lan Qing showed a rare stern expression towards Lan Ruyan and did not allow her to take another step forward.
"Sister, I don't want him to die, and if he is going to die, it's my turn to kill him." Lan Ruyan cried, and tried to break free, only to find that her sister, who was usually obedient to her, would not let go at all.
"Just lie to yourself."
Lan Qing thought about the days when Lan Ruyan was autistic after the Cangyun Mountain incident. She sighed slightly and said in a deep voice: "You can't go there. The cultivation level of those people is too high. It will be dangerous for you to go, and... ... Xu Yue must have his support if he dares to come."
"Really?"
Lan Ruyan rubbed her eyes and turned to look at the three people confronting each other, feeling extremely worried.
"[Life Potion] automatically takes effect and continues to restore the host's health within 15 seconds."
In the field, Xu Yue took out a bottle of small red medicine from his arms, swallowed it, and looked at the figure walking slowly.
"Xu Yue."
Duan Mutian came, with a stern face and a heroic spirit. His black Taoist robe showed off his slender figure, and he stood together with Zong Qing.
"I knew you would come back."
Duan Mutian was sighing, not knowing whether he was referring to this secret trial or the chaos a hundred years ago.
"I came back for those who can't come back."
Xu Yue looked at Duan Mutian and spoke word by word.
Before today, he originally thought that when he saw Duan Mutian's face again, he would feel sad, angry and resentful.
However, when it came to this moment, he felt neither sadness nor joy, and other than the intention to kill, he felt nothing more.
Hearing Xu Yue's words, Duan Mutian's pupils flickered for a moment, then he shook his head and said: "Those who cannot come back will all die because of you."
"It's ridiculous. A man with blood and sin on his hands has the nerve to say such a thing."
With a mocking look on his face, Xu Yue turned to look at the vague black mist in the air around him, and said lightly: "It must have been sealed all around. I can't get out unless the black mist is broken, just like when the sky cleared a hundred years ago." Like the sea."
"No, unlike when I was in the clear sea, I am stronger, but you don't seem to have made any progress."
Duan Mutian looked at Xu Yue, feeling the fluctuations in his Yuan state of mind, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
He was not in a hurry to take action. The unique black energy of the Mutian Divine Sect had spread all over the place, and Xu Yue could not leave easily.
He glanced at the Xuanhuo horse under Xu Yue's seat and guessed that it was the one he had injured in Cangyun Mountain.
But due to the transformation of its bloodline, I didn't recognize it just now, and that's why I let it lurk so close to Shen Yao.
However, these are not the point.
"Where have you been in the past hundred years?" Duan Mutian asked slowly.
"Me? I went to a mysterious place, which is the Immortal Realm. There are countless secret techniques and spiritual weapons in it, full of mysteries... My secret techniques and magic weapons are all inherited from there. Yes, do you want to know where it is?"
After Xu Yue finished speaking, without waiting for Duan Mutian's reply, he grinned and said, "Call me grandpa three times, then kill Zong Qing, and I will tell you."
"hey-hey."
Ahead, Zong Qing's broadsword drew a red arc in the air, and said with an evil smile: "Mu Tian, you should know better, he won't tell."
Duan Mutian nodded, and when he looked at Xu Yue again, the whites of his eyes were completely covered in black.
"With today's battle, let's settle all the old grudges from the past!"
Duan Mutian slowly rotated in his hand, and a black sword with a black dragon wrapped around the hilt appeared in his hand.
"As you said..."
Before Xu Yue finished speaking, a long black sword appeared three feet in front of his neck, and a violent demon sword instantly hung above his head. The former was accompanied by the roar of the black dragon, and the latter was entangled with the cry of ten thousand demons, one after the other. Later, Xu Yue was cut off.
From a distance, it looked like a dark evil dragon and an invisible ancient demon, looking fierce and trying to devour the knight in the middle.
A world-famous painting, the battlefield is about to break out!
