Chapter 84: Purple Dragon Aoying

The momentum of covering the sky and the earth has disappeared with all the remnants of Northern Yan.

The sunset shone on the side, and the white robe was dyed with blood; the mountain wind was cold, and Pei Donglai was running on his horse, his clothes were flying.

Hunting officially started at noon, and a bloody battle could be seen before we knew it. Wherever the horse's hooves were all covered with white bones.

The sunset is setting, and the Nanshan Mountains are already full of devastatedness, which is particularly gloomy and weird at this moment.

"The remnants of Northern Yan colluded with the demon clan and must have assassinated the emperor. The emperor went out of the palace in a disguise and came to watch the hunting in the south mountain - how could they know such news? And the Imperial Guard had known the news for a long time and was ordered to encircle and suppress the situation in the game!" The dragon under the crotch looked like a flying divine horse, and Pei Donglai was even more luxurious under the backdrop of the righteousness of the emperor: "The emperor must observe the changes in the situation during his trip. Then he must choose the best position to observe!"

"It should be there!"

Looking at the towering peak among the Nanshan Mountains, Pei Donglai immediately left.

Everyone was based on their own intuition. The Nanshan Mountains were so wide that no one could tell where the emperor would be. Looking up at the Imperial Guard General who turned into a flying dragon and headed straight to the hunting end, Pei Donglai felt a little clear.

His every move involved the remnants of the Northern Yan who retreated back to the southern mountain. At the end of the hunt, there must be an ambush from the Imperial Guard. These remnants of the Northern Yan must have been following his traces. At that time, they would definitely be catching turtles in a jar! The reason for creating such a situation is that they are afraid that the remnants of the Northern Yan will have a chance to leave behind.

After all, the fake emperor is the fake emperor after all. Once you see through it, it may lead to the unmotivated demon clan and the remnants of Beiyan who have escaped, or they really found the place where the emperor is.

"It's really a good plan!" Pei Donglai exclaimed sincerely. The layout was simply seamless.

"Geehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

A few extremely strange sounds drifted in the cold wind, and a suffocating coldness came in an instant. The countless corpses and remains around them actually showed faint ghost fires, and they were beating on the blood-coagulated land under their feet.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

Pulling the reins tightly, Pei Donglai calmed his breath and looked around. With Sulong as the center point, Haoran's righteous energy formed a stream of air and swept across the surroundings.

Wherever the air flow passes, the gloomy aura disappears. The faint ghost fire that is flying and jumping in the air turns into clear air and rises. The wounded earth is like being washed by the waves of water, and it suddenly appears to be alive.

"kindness?"

"Brother, the slave you beat just now hurts so much!"

A few figures appeared in front of him, and Pei Donglai pressed the sharp sword on his waist with his hand. He did not answer, and did not move at all. He just said calmly: "This is the place to cleanse your sins."

The woman in the head is graceful and dignified, and has a noble and incomparable figure. She is noble and arrogant and aloof and arrogant. She is beautiful, but her charming eyes are full of murderous intent. The few people around her are all disgusting. She even has the same limbs as the beast, and her tail is hanging down.

"Hehe, are you scaring me!"

As the crisp laughter sounded, Pei Donglai slowly raised his left hand, as if he was a thousand pounds. He slammed out with a loud and righteous spirit in his palm.

It is as fierce as a mountain and sea collapses, but it is not as domineering as the slightest.

Zi Tong and others' eyes were fixed, but there was no panic. The slightest point of their feet touched the ground, and the whole person floated up in the air. The white and fluffy demon claws reappeared, and they touched them slightly. When the two intersected, the demon claws and the demon claws rose continuously. Zi Tong smiled sideways and the demon claws melted into this world.

"Hehe!" Zi Tong smiled playfully like a child next door: "I heard for a long time that the disciples of the Taixue School are upright and have a kind demeanor. When I see them today, they are indeed well-known. Even if you just want to have a random palm, it is still the foundation of Confucianism."

"Haoran is righteous, and it's time to kill demons and eliminate demons!" Pei Donglai replied in a deep voice.

This demon girl just fled in panic, but she dared to intercept and kill halfway. In the south mountain, I don’t know how many people died tragically under her fangs. If such a monster is not eliminated, how can my mind and body be cultivated!

"Little brother, the master is not here. Don't be nervous!" Zi Tong covered her mouth and smiled, and immediately turned into a burst of white smoke: "I'll catch the little emperor, and come back to find you-"

"Where to go!"

Seeing this white smoke, Pei Donglai slapped his horse and walked like thousands of threads bursting.

Boom! Boom! Boom—

The four demon clans who followed Zi Tong appeared in the four corners, trapping Pei Donglai in it. The colorful demonic energy overflowed, forming a four-sided demon formation to block all the Haoran righteous energy that was tracked out.

"Your opponent is us."

The hoarse voices formed a sentence, and it seemed to come from one person.

Looking around, Pei Donglai's eyes were slightly cold.

"Hold me, you guys are not qualified."

Only in the battle of Nanshan did Pei Donglai truly realize the righteousness of Haoran. This battle was his first battle to make a grand appearance!

His eyes swept coldly, but he was trapped in the formation without any fear.

The four demon clan's expressions were suddenly nervous, and the young man in the four demon formations changed drastically. Countless airflows began to condense slightly, and the pressure of righteous energy was born to kill evil. Sweat dripped on his forehead, and they all secretly tried to break their own skills.

Click!

The righteous spirit inside spread out, and the demon formations in all directions immediately shattered like black crystals.

"You are fortunate to see the true Confucian Warwick!"

Proud!

As soon as this sentence was spoken, Pei Donglai felt like he was completely reborn. His indifferent eyes were mixed with a few smiles and contempt.

"If you have any unique skills, just show it!"

The eyes of several people were filled with anger, and suddenly they took advantage of their unique skills. For a moment, ghosts cried everywhere and clouds rose. Among the endless evil spirits of demon fog, poisonous fog and demon fire intertwined and complicated, all rushed towards Pei Donglai.

"Very good!"

The majestic righteous energy exploded quickly in the air, and all the poisonous fog and demon fire were blocked. The sharp sword at the waist was silent, and only a few people could hear a light sound of the Confucian sound, and a silver light flashed on the sword.

A purple dragon suddenly appeared, and the sword intention disappeared. Pei Dong held the sword back and forth, as if the sharp sword had not been unsheathed.

He took out his sword and closed his sword, and his movements were cool for a moment.

As the few people were concentrating, they suddenly felt a chill in their throats.

"How is that possible!"

Before they could react, they all spewed out a blood mist.

"You - terrible!"

In amazement, the heads of the four people fell to the ground, their bodies were straight and they all fell down.

Bang--

When they responded to the ground, their ugly figures quickly decayed, and instantly evaporated into a few traces of clear air.

Pei Donglai had cold frost in his eyes. After he drew his sword, he never looked at a few people again: "The scary thing is not me, but the sword that took your lives!"

The purple dragon that came out with the sword still circled and smashed many huge rocks around it into pieces. The wounded earth reappeared!

“Buzz!”

The sword in his hand began to tremble all over his body, and a "click" sound was heard. Pei Donglai's hand suddenly loosened, and the sword was broken into pieces.

"'Confucian Warwick', this is the real 'Confucian Warwick'!"

Although the previous use of the "Confucian Warwick" was meaningful, it always felt that it was a little less. It was not until this moment that Pei Donglai echoed the words of Li Mu, the white-clothed prime minister, that day: "It's not that no one can stop it, but that no one dares to stop it!"

Once the righteous spirit of Confucianism comes out, it is meaningless.

The gorgeous purple shadow looked down upon at the beginning, which was the original authenticity of this sword intent.

"boom!"

Pei Donglai suddenly felt a storm storm storm rushing endlessly in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"A trace of spiritual consciousness remains in the sword intent, refine it!"

The powerful spiritual consciousness was constantly torn up with the soul. He tried hard to calm his mind but was powerless. "History!" His throat seemed to be stuck by something, and the pain that was difficult to vent was tortured madly.

In the dantian inside the body, the fetal essence was constantly pulled and concentrated. The sword intent that had disappeared at this moment became a trace of soul entangled on the fetal essence. The vast purple aura that spread around the fetal essence did not feel any resistance. Let the soul move and pull!

The endless torture almost made Pei Donglai faint. This pain is even more difficult than refining the body and bones in "The Song of Righteousness". The catharsis from the soul's spiritual consciousness is far beyond the replacement of **.

Although it is just a trace of spiritual consciousness, its strength is far beyond Pei Donglai's imagination. When the two blend, the whole person suddenly undergoes subtle changes, in temperament, expression, and even his own mind!

Pei Donglai's body was sweeping through the world and walked through the world. The energy of heaven and earth around him was also pulled by it. Wherever the boundless silver light passed, the cold and solemn breath disappeared into the mountains and forests.

numbness!

When Pei Donglai moved his fingers, he thought that the bitterness had ended and sweetness came, his mind was immediately intertwined. It was like being in magma and then entering the extreme cold and cold. This indescribable feeling made people suffer.

...

"Yu Yu--"

Su Long, who had been by his side, felt the master's aura and immediately stepped on his four legs.

As the roar was roaring, the rich righteous energy in this world suddenly dissipated. Many righteous clouds were quickly and purely injected into Pei Donglai's body.

With the changes of heaven and earth, Pei Donglai's entire essence, energy and spirit have undergone tremendous changes. There is a little more wisdom and freedom in his clear eyes.

He fell on his horse in a graceful manner and immediately rushed towards the mountain.

"The ferret headed straight for the mountain. It seems that the hidden demon master has already gone there." Pei Donglai rode his horse and was getting closer and closer to the peak: "Is it to predict the enemy's initiative, but there are still some omissions! The emperor is in a low manner. Since he dares to set up such a plan, he must have millions of preparations, but he is only on Double Ten. If there are any mistakes-"

Pei Donglai still remembers the power of the fire hoof on the school ground. The cultivation level of the demon clan master should not be underestimated. In addition, there is another martial arts master in the Northern Yan remnant in the South Mountain, the result of this game is unpredictable!

"He took action!"

The sky and earth, with the setting sun, immediately appeared dark. The extremely rich demonic aura covered the vast area of ​​Nanshan. Especially the peaks in front of me, the demonic aura was raging like a waterfall hanging upside down in the sky.

"drink!"

Without any hesitation, Pei Donglai once again manifested the purple dragon and rose. Countless purple auras were filled with luxuriousness. The dragon roared and flew towards the peak.

In the dark world, this purple dragon is like the rising sun. How can the vast demonic energy rage around it? It is hard to hide its dazzling brilliance.

"The real dragon breath! Emperor, it's really here."

When Pei Donglai, who turned into a purple dragon, he suddenly felt the aura of the real dragon's heaven and earth. Looking intently, a golden light from the Jue Peak rushed out of the sky with domineering power. Compared to the purple and silver light around him, he had the power of a king.

At the same time, several powerful rays of radiant rays flashed one after another. There were many demonic auras in them, and they were endless.
Chapter completed!