Heaven’s Devourer

On this day, the clouds of the mountains became cloudy and the sea of rolling clouds came from the endless wilderness of the West, like hundreds of millions of legions, across the Bibo Mountains and towards the ocean of the East.

It was noon, and the golden sun penetrated the clouds, shooting down like a column of light, leaving the entire Bibo Mountains as if they were covered in golden light.

Between the mountains, countless cranes fly and dance, writing a spectacular view of the fairy path in the air.

Today, this mountain peak of Dou Sendai is even more powerful than Jianling Tian!

It looks like a giant sword slanted into the sky. The tip of the sword points to the East, and there is a will to dominate and oppose the sky! The upper surface does not have a flat table, all the places that can stand, are very inclined, ordinary disciples are not to say that they are engaged, can stand steady on this battlefield, even if it is already able to stand.

Because of this inclined surface, today's battle, the most common disciples of miscellaneous service among the swordsmen, surely cannot watch the battle, can stand here to watch, at least it has to be the seventh heavenly state of foetal forging.

This alone, Doxiandai has several levels of solemnity compared to Deng Xiandai.

This Buddhist Sendai forbids the Crane to fly, so the disciples are all on foot to reach the real battlefield, actually a little tired.

Above that fuzzy immortal stage, he looked, his head twitched, the Immortal Disciples looked forward to waiting, waiting for the battle of the twelve core disciples. Condensed disciples' warfare is both desirable and desirable for them.

Of course, Wu Yi is not a core disciple, but because he is involved in the struggle between the two Supreme Characters of the Taoist Church and the Protector, and his resentment with Stu Ming, about a year, etc., is quite stubborn, so today's spectators look forward to that battle between them!

“Guardian supreme! ”

The disciples, who were still loudly and loudly discussing, shut their mouths for a while and looked in awe at a beautiful blue dress drifting in the sky.

Though she was not young, her years did not leave any marks on her body, but rather added a noble, solemn character, fine and classy makeup.

When Blue Huayin fell, the surrounding light changed and fainted, as if there was a dark blue lake behind her, she was like a woman who fell in the water, eventually landing on top of everyone's head, on a seat built of 10,000 swords between gold and blue photographs.

It is the ’Throne of the Ten Thousand Swords'. It is the exclusive seat of the Custodian Supreme. Others who dare to sit in chaos, at least among the swordsmen, are guilty of death.

Next to Lanhua Arts, there are several elderly people, all of whom are the profound generations of Immortal Dao. They are important figures among the swordsmen. One of them, Wu Yu knows, is the elder wooden song. Today, the other elders, including Lanhua Arts, are sitting in the town, and the wooden song presides over the selection of the Immortal Monitor.

The disciples of all the younger generations naturally did not have seats. They all stood, surrounding the central battlefield of Dou Sendai. Even Su Yan left these characters, but they stood closest to the battlefield, and within three lengths of each other, there were no other disciples.

The selection of normal Immortal Nation inspectors will not be so solemn at all. Today Blue Huayin personally appears, all because Stu Ming will participate in the war. Her presence also made this selection unprecedented and grand and solemn.

In the crowd, Stu was bright in blue. At this time, he was talking to the disciples. Several of them were involved in the war, but his relationship with Stu was excellent, and he was being delighted by his insignificance. This made Stu bright and springy. At this time, he was absolutely eye-catching to most of the spectators.

“Wu Yu. ”

Stu searched for a week in the dark and didn't even see Wu Yi.

“It is true that, as they say, he had no intention of joining the war, but to procrastinate for fear that I would kill him.” Thinking about it, Stu laughed deeply in his heart.

I haven't seen Wu Yu at this time, I'm afraid many people think so.

At this point, the elder of the wooden song stood up from his seat and asked, "The consultation is about to begin. Are the twelve warriors here? ”

It appears that ten of these fighters are already surrounded by Stu Ming, making a total of only eleven.

“Wu Yu, it's not here yet. ”

Soon, many people successively replied, this answer was accompanied by a disdain and disgust, Wu Yu did not arrive today, testifying to the speculation of most of the disciples of these days, he was involved in the selection battle, purely afraid that Stu would kill him.

“I am a swordsman, and there is such a shameless man. I heard a few days ago, he even picked up the monkey fruit that Stu had thrown on the ground and crushed. ”

That said, there was a sudden squeal around. As decent disciples of Immortal Dao, they are naturally ashamed of this cowardly act.

“You know too little. It is said that Wu Yi only picked up the monkey fruit after climbing under the straw's bright crotch. A monkey fruit in the district called him so spineless, when he was really my generation..."

This person hasn't finished talking yet. The elder wooden song looked around for a week. His eyes were finally locked on Su Yan's departure. Lang said: “Yan Leaving his nephew, if you make friends with Wu Yi, go and invite him. Don't delay the time. ”

He naturally knew that Wu Yu would not have come without fear of death.

“Good." Su Yanqi was prepared to do the same. Today is a special day for Wu Yi. It is the ultimate test for him by the supremacy of teaching. He cannot fail to come.

“No need. ”

At this moment, the crowd of dense numbness then sounded a loud and temperamental voice. The crowd hurried back and saw that a young man with a strong figure, seemingly thin, actually muscled tightly, such as a healthy leopard hunter, was making a huge stride into the battlefield.

Behind everyone, under the oppression of a pair of golden light appearing cold eyes, everyone consciously withdrew a passage for him, so that Wu Ying quickly, smoothly reached Su Yan out of sight.

“How come you've grown so much in just a few days?” Su Yan flashed that deep shock away from her eyes. The red and luminous cherry lips were also slightly flashed. Wu Yu would be so surprised to see her.

By contrast, Su Yan was tall from her body, but Wu Yi stood beside her at this time, but she was already half taller than her head, and Shi Tu Ming was only in Wu Yi's chest position.

“These days practice for a reason.” Wu Yu smiled slightly, and that confident smile, like the sun pouring over the clouds, showed a masculine charm. And so he, the people who were talking behind his back, shut their mouths and looked at each other, and you could see that everybody was embarrassed.

“Wu Yu!” Nasta's clear eyes burned on Wu Yi. This is not a good sign. He was originally at the heart of people's eyes. How could Wu Yiu come and rob him of his eyes?

At one time, the thunder flashed in his eyes and there were five battles ahead, but he couldn't wait. The fire in his heart, with restraint, was still moving up.

“Bright, just a humble ant ant, and you're so angry, it's not worthy to be my disciple of Lanhua Arts.” It was not until Lan Huayin said a word that he allowed Stu to clear his mind and suppress the concentrated killer raw and continue his joke.

As soon as the wooden song appeared, it was directly announced: "Now that we are all here, we will not delay the time. The two men of the first war, without the husband's name, get out of the war. ”

When the exciting moment arrived, everyone finally stopped paying attention to Wu Yi and looked forward to the battle of that core disciple! At this moment, the blast begins!

The two young prides of condensed weather flew a few steps into the central battlefield. In front of everyone, they greeted each other first, and then started killing each other directly.

“Taoism, magic! ”

For the first time, Wu Yu saw so clearly the exclusivity of these two condensations. Both hold a sword. The sword is different from the demon sword of the town. Perhaps the demon sword of the town is sharper, but the magic sword itself possesses the power of the fairy path. It has a huge bonus to the ability of the practitioner!

And different instruments, there are many different utilities. From what is documented in "Dongsheng Shenzhou Diary", the instruments can even be tailored, release poison fog and many other unimaginable effects.

As for Taoism, it can be carried out with force, and it is even more amazing, the simplest, such as wind guidance, thunder control, fire control, etc., countless, powerful, can carry out Taoism, that is the fairy in the eyes of a human being.

“Little brother!” Just when Wu Yi could see into God, he was suddenly slapped on the shoulder, which can frighten Wu Yi, to the extent that he is now able to sneak behind him and slap himself on the shoulder without any knowledge, indicating that he is strong.

If he had stabbed his sword in the back of his heart, he would have died at that time.

Su Yan suddenly turned around and saw a man standing beside him dressed as a scholar, dressed in pure black, with a tall hat on his head and a folding fan on his hand. The fan depicted many touching women dressed in exposed clothes. If you look closely, the man looks handsome, wears a little beard, looks serious, in fact his eyes gleam from time to time, smart as a fox.

At this time, the man was indulging in the measurement of himself, tsk, tsk, tsk.

Su Yan glanced at the person. “Brother San, don't tease him. He's about to enter the war. ”

The man glanced at him and said, "How could I? Today the book is supporting my little brother.” The funny look on his face makes people feel kind.

Wu Yu understood his identity. He was actually the third disciple who taught the Supreme Wind Cliff. Su Yanli's brother, so it seems that he can definitely outdo Su Yanli. Fortunately, he also seemed to appreciate himself, otherwise he would not call himself Little Brother in the absence of any dust.

“Little brother, meet me, I am the third disciple of old Feng, called Moses, you can call me the third brother.” He was clearly dressed as a scholar, but he spoke like a hooligan.

“Uncle Mo? Third Brother?” Did Wu Yu faint or was he an uncle or a brother?

“He is a poetry book of poetry books. He always takes advantage of people by his name. He can turn back to the name given to you by his master, Mo Shizheng.” The desolate Su Yan left on a weekday. When he met this book of moses, he also relaxed a lot. Looks like the two of them have a really good relationship.

“Eh, little sister, don't mess around. I'll take it. Can't you just pour it on your garnet? By the way, you're so into this little brother, honestly, you don't want old cows to eat grass, do you? ”

Moses shook a fan in his hand and said sluttily.

“Hit it!” Su Yanqi had nothing to do with him. He didn't look like a brother at all.

At this time, listening to them fight, I did not expect that the battlefield had already divided the victory and defeat, and the first Immortal Monitor was born. The battle between Wu Yi and Stu Ming Lang is getting closer.