Man Huang Feng Bao

A burst of blue light flashed, Ye Chuan and his team were outside the tens of thousands of miles.

The ancient transmission array of Yunwu Zong is said to have also been moved back from the end of time and time. In the heyday, one thousand people can be transferred to hundreds of millions of miles at a time, and the farthest can even tear the void directly. To the world outside, the power is amazing, but the spar consumed is beyond imagination. Nowadays, the current strength of Yunwu Zong can only be transmitted to other places on the mainland of Tianhuo, and it has long been incomparable with the heyday.

Ye Chuan fixed his mind and looked up. Standing in front of him was a towering mountain peak shaped like a dragon on the ground. The body layers were layered together. The dragon's head was raised high and looked down through the clouds at high altitude. Earth. There is a momentum that controls the world without confrontation, and it is like a real dragon that guards the land.

Longpan Mountain!

Through the ancient transmission array of Zongmen, Ye Chuan and his party quickly came to this mountain shaped like a dragon. Here, it is the gate of the Tianhui Gate, a forbidden place that allows many experts to stop and watch!

Behind the Longpan Mountain, the sky is full of clouds and sacred gates. The mountains are lined up, some are shaped like white tigers, some are like giant pythons, and some giant turtles like Wanshou are different in shape, but all are extraordinary. A closer look reveals that these peaks are patchy and faintly similar to the terrain of the entire Tianhuo continent, like a scaled-down continent with mountains and water. One mountain, one water, one grass and one wood, the whole mountain river is concentrated.

"This is..., the sky demon door that claims to be the first martial art in the world?"

The fat man Zhao Dazhi has wide eyes and is shocked by the unparalleled momentum of Tianhuimen.

Compared with the Tianmeng Gate, Yunwuzong has a more ancient and more glorious history, and its momentum is more magnificent. The entire cloud-mountain mountain has been attributed to Zongmen. It is a pity that it is the past and it has already become history. The demon gate is different. When the cloud buddest is the most declining, it is the most powerful moment of the demon gate. The momentum is like a rainbow, and it is still prosperous and it is expected to hit the highest peak ever.

In the face of the imposing manner of the Tianmeng, and then think about the cloudless sects that have struggled and struggled, the fat man Zhao Dazhi was shocked and timid, and his heart was retired. It is the same idea to switch to any other sect. Responsible for leading the team to protect Yang Tian mad, but also breathing and rushing the body power fluctuations, some people have not seen the Tianmeng door themselves first messed up.

Among the three, only Ye Chuan is still calm and self-sufficient. Looking at the peaks behind the Longshan Mountain, the eyes of the Tianmeng Gate, a pair of eyes do not know when deep, low, with a deep vicissitudes and even inexplicable sadness.

"After the blue demon, like the old rabbit, have you left the world yet?" Ye Chuan whispered to himself, millions of years passed, and the outside world was a human being, but the Tianhuo’s grass and grass Wood, still familiar to him.

The ghost hand medicine king who created the cloud sect was once a follower of his men. After the ancestor of the demon lord, he was once a good assistant to him. Like Yunwuzong, it is as familiar as one of his palaces. It is a pity that all have become history and everything has passed.

Today, after being trapped in the Valley of the Gods for millions of years, Ye Chuan is back again, returning to this world that once covered the sky. The ghost hand medicine king and the blue demon waited for the past, but they all left him without knowing where to go.

A thick lingering sorrow, floating on the heart of Ye Chuan.

"What people? Stop!"

"Strongly, I am the demon gatekeeper, killing innocent!"

On the mountain, the sound of cold ice came, and several black shadows appeared in front of Ye Chuan and others, and screamed on the flying sword. Cold and murderous, spread quickly.

These are five young people, dressed in white robes and embroidered with a symbol on the cuffs. Everyone has a long sword hanging from the waist, and the cold face is expressionless. The strength of the body fluctuates more than one. The worst is repaired above the five monks. It seems obvious that it is the disciples outside the gate.

Anyone who does not enter the stream, the disciples are all above the five monks of the monk. How many masters should there be?

The fat man Zhao Dazhi’s heart was awkward, and the fat of his body shook and shook, and he became more and more cautious. Yang Tian was eager to see a lot of knowledge, but it was not so good. Coughing a few times and rushing to the scalp greeted him. "Several brothers and sisters, we are Yunzi sects, and the surname Yang is the guardian of the cloud sect." Your elders, please help me."

"Clouds?"

The head of a demon disciple stood up and looked at the Yechuan trio with a puzzled look. He said coldly: "We have not received a notice saying that someone is coming to visit. What are you doing, are there appointments?"

I heard that Yang Tian’s madness is the law of the fog, and several disciples are still cold and expressionless, and there is no trace of smile to shut the three.

Millions of years ago, Yunwu Zong was very powerful, but now it has long been prevailing, and it has become a sect of influx. The cloud-mist mountains that have been looming for millions of years have been encroached by Xuandingmen and Wuyimen. . Such a sect, in the eyes of a few young and sturdy Tian Yao disciples, really can't look up.

"No, no appointment."

Yang Tian’s old face is red, and he wants to borrow the treasures of Zhenshan’s treasures. The elders can’t open their mouths. I’m embarrassed to personally contact the master of the demon door. As a result, this chore has fallen on his honest man. on. After a pause, Yang Tian’s madness said: “A lot of years ago, the monks had had a relationship with your azure elders. This time, it was the elders of our elders who came to see the azure elders. Discuss something with him."

Thinking about it, Yang Tian mad is still embarrassed to truthfully tell the purpose of this trip, first see the demon of the demon of the demon, the elders of the elders. As for whether it can be done in the end, it can only be resigned.

"The elders of Azure retreat, please come back!"

The head of the Tianluo disciples swept the Yechuan three people coldly, and refused one by one, and turned the three out.

Who is Azure?

It is a deacon of the demon of the demon, and is a big man who is famous in the demon gate. Can you see these unnamed juniors like Ye Chuan?

"This is a small gift, not a tribute, but also please accept it."

Yang Tian madly wiped the sweat on his forehead and took a small parcel from the storage ring and sent it. Poor him an honest man, he knew the cultivation and the patrol in the past, and he was familiar with these curved roads that deal with people. The gift was sent, but the expression was very unnatural, and the words were hard.

The head of the demon scorpion licked his mouth and finally showed a smile. When he opened the parcel, he immediately changed his face. The inside is filled with spar, but unfortunately, there are some medium-sized spar, the number is not much. For general dispersal, this is already a big gift, but for a disciple, it is not worth mentioning.

"Walk away, where to go back and forth, dare to force me to the gate of the demon gate, kill innocent!"

The head of the demon scorpion directly threw the parcel to Yang Tian’s mad foot, waving his hand and shouting loudly. Several followers slammed the long sword hanging over the waist and murdered.

The Ye Chuan trio came from afar, but even the gates of the Tianhui Gate could not enter.

A few foreign disciples did not take their own line of things seriously, how can they borrow the treasures of the town?

The fat man Zhao Dazhi lamented in his heart, pulled out the cool and cold, and once again set off the retreat.