Luo Chuan stepped forward and gently pulled Ziyun: "Xiaoyun, what happened these years?"
Ziyun trembled and finally didn''t escape.
The wind of the plain blew through his long white hair and turned it on both sides. The 14-year-old boy, however, has a lush white hair, which almost covers his whole body. He looks like a monster savage from a distance.
"I......" Ziyun opened his mouth and wanted to explain all this.
But he didn''t seem to have spoken to anyone for a long time, or he couldn''t explain all this at all. He opened his mouth, tied his tongue, opened his hands, and didn''t say a word for a long time.
Ziyun was very anxious. She looked embarrassed and pinched. Subconsciously, she looked at the people around her. She saw Zhou buchen''s kind smile, Ning Tianxing''s face showed encouragement, and Su Yuchen''s faint smile. She didn''t feel surprised... Seeing this, Ziyun''s embarrassment was relieved a little.
"It''s all right. If you can''t say it, you don''t have to say it."
Luo Chuan took Ziyun into his arms and patted him on the back.
"... why did I... Come here... Luochuan..." Ziyun crawled in Luochuan''s arms, the panic in his eyes gradually dispersed, his clenched fists loosened slightly and murmured in a low voice.
"I''ll help you find the answer. I will. But before that... Hum."
Luo Chuan turned around and looked at the twelve ancient tribes on the other side of the plain, making no secret of the killing in his eyes.
"Zhou buchen, Ning Tianxing, dare you play a big game with me?" Luo Chuan suddenly burst out a burst of laughter. Everyone present could hear the fierce anger mixed with his laughter.
"Luo Chuan, you talk so much today. Which time did you fight and call me not to come?" Zhou buchen stared at Luo Chuan, holding an empty scabbard and walked to Luo Chuan.
"Although I don''t want to admit it, I have to admit that fighting with you is really a very happy thing." Ning Tianxing smiled faintly and appeared on the right side of Luochuan.
From the side of the twelve books through the ages, there were bursts of ridicule and sneer. The simple and vicissitudes of Zhang Gu''s face was written with playfulness, contempt, disdain and so on.
Under the control of twelve monks through the ages, Feng Shui in the plain turned straight down and washed away at Luochuan with the force of thousands of forces.
Mountains and rivers shake, plains tear open gaps, and the whole world seems to be collapsing!
The death plain was originally a Dharma array arranged by twelve departments through the ages.
This Feng Shui trend is the downfall of the twelve over the ages to the three of Luo Chuan.
Boom!
Feng Shui stopped a hundred feet above Luochuan''s three heads.
The Sangu mountain like vitality protection mask appeared on the top of the three people, wrapped them and blocked the trend of Feng Shui!
The colors of the three vital qi masks are different.
Luochuan purple, zhoubuchen white, ningtianxing black.
These three colors represent three different artistic conception! The height of 100 feet shows the strength of the three people''s life!
What really surprised everyone was that the three people''s vitality protection mask had obviously not reached the peak, hidden but not hair. It was hard to imagine how strong their vitality was.
"Feng Shui trend?"
Zhou buchen disdained to sneer. The scabbard in his hand shook, and the world suddenly changed. The wind dragon and water tiger spread from the other side of the plain and turned into a powerful Heavenly Sword, such as solitary Yin in the moon and Sheng Yang in the Yang. With two different artistic conception, they fell from the sky and cut into the trend of Feng Shui!
Zhou buchen''s sword was originally learned from the trend of Feng Shui.
Heaven and earth, yin and Yang, wind, dragon and water tiger, swim and change magic, all in one sword!
Buzz!
In the surprised eyes of the monks, Zhou buchen threw an empty scabbard. His sword was exquisite to the extreme, breaking the Feng Shui on his head!
Seven hundred and seventy-nine Feng Shui friars in the twelve parts of the ancient times shook their bodies and looked at their hands in surprise. They couldn''t imagine how their Feng Shui killing array was broken.
Zhou buchen surprised the audience with his sword.
Ning Tianxing didn''t want to be outdone. The breath of yin and ash jumped out from the soles of his feet, drew thousands of arcs, wrapped him, and then gathered into a long knife of yin and ash.
It''s still a Yin waste divine Dao, but this one is very different from the former Yin waste divine Dao, full of an incomparably pure earth origin breath.
"The earth is the mother of all things in the world."
"The terrain is Kun. Pick up the road and carry all things."
"Emperor, tunnel... Cut!"
Ning Tianxing''s mouth calls for a sound, his hand rises and falls with a knife, and cuts into the heavy mountain array and river curtain in the death plain!
The mountain array and curtain are twelve killing arrays set in the death plain through the ages. It is they that block the way out of Ziyun''s escape. Ziyun''s vitality and physical body are very strong, and he is better at skills. However, both the mountain array and the river curtain contain true morality, which can be solved only by relying on the corresponding morality.
Ning Tianxing''s vitality and physical level, including the way of skill, are inferior to Ziyun, but better than understanding the Yin shortage tunnel.
He went down with this knife and directly found the most dangerous point in the death plain. The knife broke thousands of methods and cut off the mountain array and river curtain with one knife.
Boom!
There was a crack in the center of the mountain array. In a twinkling of an eye, it retreated to both sides and collapsed.
The river water curtain was also lifted by a knife, and the river tide was like a curtain opened up. Ning Tianxing''s force of a knife coerced the Yin wasteland tunnel, drove straight into the river water curtain! Folds emerge from the river curtain, change cracks in an instant, and collapse in an instant.
President Ning Tian took a breath, like xuanzhu, and went straight to the end of the plain, then took back the knife.
Almost at the same time that Ning Tianxing received the knife, the mountain array and the river curtain burst and scattered into countless fragments, scraping away in all directions!
Zhou buchen''s sword and Ning Tianxing''s sword smashed most of the layout of the twelve ancient tribes on the death plain.
All the monks around showed surprise. From Zhuo huangsun to the four young princes, and then to the two saints, their eyes showed a trace of incomprehension.
They are well aware of the abilities of Zhou buchen and Ning Tianxing. With their talent, potential and strength, they can also be ranked in the top five or even higher in the middle of Tiannan.
But that''s just it. Compared with the four young kings, there is still a big gap between them, not to mention the mysterious and unattainable two saints.
However, the four young kings and even the two saints were shocked by the strength shown by the bad ministers and Ning Tianxing next week.
Regardless of their body protection and vitality Dharma cover, the amazing morality shown by their sword and knife alone is enough to be proud at home and abroad.
Zhuo huangsun and sidaoshaojun, to be fair, if they want to break the array, it may be possible, but it will never be so easy.
I haven''t seen Zhou buchen and Ning Tianxing for several years. I don''t want to see you again today. Both of them have taken a crucial step on the road, and they are also a step ahead of their peers.
Behind Luo Chuan, Ziyun put out his head, grabbed Luo Chuan''s sleeve and looked at Zhou buchen and Ning Tianxing in the air. He was surprised and happy. He couldn''t help pulling Luo Chuan''s sleeve: "Luo Chuan! Your friends... They are so powerful!"
Luo Chuan looked at Ziyun and saw that Ziyun''s eyes were full of sincerity and happiness from the bottom of his heart. He couldn''t help sighing. Hundreds of thousands of years have passed, but Ziyun still retains his once kind and simple heart. The passage of time has not changed his face or even his heart... What happened?
"Xiao Yun, from today on, they are also your friends. One day, you will be as powerful as them." Luo Chuan touched Ziyun''s head.
"Really... Can I be as powerful as them... But I can''t even break these days..." Ziyun murmured in a low voice, his eyes slightly dim.
Looking at Ziyun, Luo Chuan shook his head.
Ziyun''s talent potential is much stronger than that of Zhou buchen and Ning Tianxing. However, when they fight in the challenge arena, Zhou buchen and Ning Tianxing will win. In addition to their own morality, Zhou buchen and Ning Tianxing also have a strong heart to work hard.
Ziyun, where is the heart of the Tao you practiced on the chaotic star sea and Tiandao peak... Why is it like this?
Luo Chuan was thinking, and Zhou buchen''s laughter sounded in his ear.
"What kind of hidden people for thousands of years, is it not the unlucky ghost who fell down for a long time in the southern region tens of thousands of years ago? What''s the big deal and what''s the outfit here?"
"There were powerful immortal family Taoists everywhere in Tiannan region during the southern famine! What were you then?"
"It''s just a group of homeless dogs. What''s so proud of it?"
"Aren''t you doing this in Qingchuan and pretending to be ghosts all day just to occupy the resources of today''s southern region?"
Every time Zhou buchen said a word, the face of people from all ages was ugly, and the monks from overseas and China looked dignified one by one.
I never thought that Zhou buchen knew their details. Overseas, China and Turkey are also the first to really hear about the origin of people through the ages.
Without the shelter of the Dharma array, the strong wind blows in from outside the fault and blows across the death plain. In addition to the whisper and roar of the wind, it is a dead silence.
"Eternal man... It''s not easy for the friars of your age to think of such a title because of your talent."
From the twelve books through the ages, there was a solemn and deep sneer.
The camp of eternal people is divided into twelve squares. In each square, there is a flag with octagons and the names of each department.
The man who laughed had a dragon flying and Phoenix dancing ancient seal character "Qian" written on his tribe number, which was the oldest of the twelve.
A cloud seat rises from the dry part. On the cloud seat stands a powerful monk covered with golden light and shadow. It was he who released a huge boat to force the purple cloud into the death plain.
On his cloud seat, there lies a female Taoist priest, who is the female Taoist priest zidimple who reminded Ziyun before.
"She must have told you the secrets of our twelve books. This bitch, let Yuanjiang monster go again and again, and she can''t stay!"
When the voice fell, the friar pinched out a golden faha in his hand and immediately gathered into a giant mana ball on his head, aiming at the purple dimple.
Behind Luo Chuan, Ziyun trembled and looked frightened: "no... don''t kill her!"