The ice coffin burst, Luo Guan hugged Jin Ya, turned over and landed on the ground.
In the underground passage, the corpse puppets could be heard howling in pain, and with a loud "boom", everything fell into deathly silence.
Crash--
Countless clods of earth and gravel fell down one after another, and the underground space was about to collapse.
Luo Guan took a deep breath, held the Night Banquet Sword, and slashed upwards!
Xishan, Lanting.
The atmosphere was extremely tense. The Young Master had been inside for a long time and had not come out yet. Everyone in Diwu was extremely anxious.
"We can't wait any longer!" Dumu Lao Tatian roared, "Everyone, follow me into the blood pool and fight side by side with the Young Master!"
"Rescue the young hospital!"
Roaring, a group of people from the Heaven-Treading Realm are about to break through.
At this moment, there was a loud noise deep in the earth, and the sound of swords came out from the shock.
The next moment, the entire blood pool was cut through by the shadow of the sword, split into two, and the surrounding area was covered with frost.
Luo Guan flew out with Jin Ya in his arms and staggered after landing.
"Young Courtyard!"
Everyone was happy at first, and then turned pale with shock.
Luo Guan's current condition is visibly bad, his breath is weak, his face is pale, and his eyes are dull, as if he is seriously ill.
"Luo Guan!" Cheng Xian rushed over, his face full of anxiety, "How are you? Are you okay?"
Luo Guan shook his head and pushed Jin Ya over, "Take her and leave immediately..."
Before he finished speaking, he raised his head suddenly, and the next moment there was the sound of swords erupting in the distant sky, with a loud "rumbling" sound and violence rising to the sky.
That terrifying burning aura actually turned the entire horizon into red, like the flaming clouds formed when the sun falls.
The surging sword power was overwhelming and locked on Luo Guan from a distance, covering the entire Orchid Pavilion and even the entire Xishan Mountain!
Like the flaming mountain in the sky, it collapses with endless divine fire and burns out all things.
Throughout the imperial capital, countless cultivators raised their heads and looked at the burning clouds on the horizon with horrified eyes - that was the breath of swords rolling and wreaking havoc.
Anyone who knows the inside story now has only one thought - Fan Yue is here!
When Luo Guan rescued Jin Ya and became extremely weak, he did not hesitate to take action. "rat!"
"This Fan Yue, I really saw it wrong before!"
"Today's disaster in the Young Courtyard is most likely related to this person!"
In the ruins of Lanting, everyone in Diwu was shocked and angry.
Dumu Lao Tatian spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm and turned around suddenly, "Everyone, are you willing to join me in protecting the Young Master?"
After a moment of silence, everyone suddenly agreed!
"Why don't you dare!"
"If you want to disturb the Young Courtyard, just step over the corpses of us old guys!"
"Young Master, hurry up and recuperate, I'll hold him back for a moment!"
Everyone in the Imperial Martial Arts regards Luo Guan as the successor leader, and their recognition and support for him is not just the appointment of the dean.
More importantly, through his actual actions, he gained the respect of everyone in the Imperial Army.
Luo Guan was moved and laughed loudly, "Gentlemen, it's just Fan Yue, how can you hurt me?"
"Everyone, please retreat first. Today on the Western Mountain, I, the Young Master, will put an end to this person completely!"
No one retreated.
In their opinion, Luo Guan was extremely weak at the moment. How could he be a match for Fan Yue? What he said now was just to scare them away and prevent everyone from being in danger.
The Young Master is very righteous, but the more this happens, the less we can leave, so what if we die? We can’t let the villain Fan Yue succeed!
Luo Guan...
Everyone, you really think too much!
If I wasn't sure, I would have run away long ago and would I have stayed here waiting to die? But now, there is no time to explain!
He took a deep breath and raised his hand, "Everyone in the Imperial Martial Arts, listen to the order! Exit Xishan immediately. No one is allowed to stay. Violators will be severely punished!"
His majestic eyes swept over everyone.
"Young Courtyard!"
The one-eyed old man stepped to the sky and roared.
"Back off!"
"……yes!"
Everyone in Diwu turned around and quickly exited Xishan. They all looked solemn and their eyes were solemn and solemn.
Cheng Xian held the unconscious Jin Ya and looked at the pale eyes.
, the moving face, reason told her that Luo Guan's move was impulsive and reckless.
But as a woman, she was deeply moved by Luo Guan's action of rescuing people despite knowing that today was a trap.
"come on! Come on!"
"Luo Guan, you must survive!"
…
Imperial Palace.
The door of the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests slowly opened at this moment, and the old emperor, who had not appeared in public for a long time, was pushed out of the door.
Time and disease have left deep traces on the body of the most noble man in the world, with layers of wrinkles and large gray-brown spots, all of which reveal a hint of foreboding.
But his eyes were wise and transparent, like a bottomless sea, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Now, he quietly leaned on the back of his chair and looked at the western mountains in the distance.
…
Liuyun Xiaozhu, a courtyard not accessible to the public.
The eldest prince was dressed in military uniform, showing his prowess.
Opposite, the second prince was wearing brocade clothes, holding a folding fan, and his temperament was as humble as jade.
The beautiful maidservant leaned over to pour wine for the two noble men, her figure was enchanting.
But it was obvious that both of them were not thinking about this. They looked towards the distance, where the fiery clouds were "rumbling" like huge waves.
Today, Mr. Luo Guan should die, right?
…
Horn Sheep Temple and Caixia Terrace.
The Imperial Master looked solemn, "This Fan Yue, after entering the Immortal Realm, his strength is so terrifying!" He hesitated, "Junior sister..."
Nan Li was wearing a white dress and was slightly silent, saying, "I can't sense the trend of this battle. It seems that there is an invisible force covering it up."
She took a deep breath, "But I believe that Luo Guan will never lose!"
…
Bell House.
The coffin was still placed in the main hall, Zhong Qing was dressed in mourning clothes, kneeling and murmuring.
"Dad, Fan Yue has taken action."
"Luo Guan will definitely die today."
"My daughter will take his head to comfort your soul in heaven... You can finally rest in peace!"
Meng family.
by one After being humiliated and humiliated, everyone gritted their teeth.
Luo Guan, Luo Guan, let you continue to be arrogant and domineering and arrogant!
Today, let’s see how you die!
Wu family.
Wu Douhai rushed to the courtyard, looking up to the sky and laughing.
"Second brother, Fan'er, if you have spirits in heaven, please open your eyes and take a look!"
"Luo Guanta, the time of death has come!"
"Our Wu family will not decline just like this. When Baiyun Sect rises, the Wu family will also prosper completely."
He gritted his teeth and said with resentment on his face, "When the time comes, I will go to Jiangning in person and massacre his entire Luo family!"
"Avenge you!"
…
In fact, not only the big shots in the imperial capital are paying attention to Xishan.
In some corners that no one knows about, some people are now opening their eyes.
Thirty miles south of the imperial capital, the last inn before entering the capital, a down-and-out Taoist came yesterday. He had unkempt hair and a Taoist robe full of oil stains. He seemed to be drunk and fell into a hut by the roadside, where he had slept all day and night.
Yi Cheng leaned against the counter and pursed his lips, "A drunkard like this would have been frozen into a corpse in the middle of winter."
"Go and blast him..."
The voice stopped suddenly. Yi Cheng rubbed his eyes vigorously, but he could no longer find the Taoist figure. He actually broke out in a cold sweat in the clear daylight.
On the roof, the old Taoist flicked away two pieces of eye droppings. He raised his head and took a sip of wine. Then he looked at the imperial capital with sleepy eyes and muttered, "You can't be hungry even if you sleep... Mr. Dean, why not
Wouldn't it be wonderful if I asked you to strike this last blow, so that I can open my appetite and eat him to my heart's content?"
Fifty miles north of the imperial capital, there is a mass grave. Most of them were poor people or those who died unclaimed and were hastily buried here.
At this time, a half-rotted palm emerged from the soil, grabbed the hanging branch next to it, and sat up.
But during this process, accompanied by a "sizzling" sound, starting from this branch, the entire tree died at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the surface was scorched black, as if it had been burned by fire.
A gust of wind dropped countless dead black and scorched leaves, and through the gaps between the dead leaves, I saw this rotting corpse looking directly at the imperial capital with a fallen eyeball.
