Stunning beauty

Chapter 1273 Light and Darkness

In the early morning, the morning sun was falling, so bright.

Wanmo Ridge, in front of the cliff.

The red blood stained the cliff, shocking.

A cold wind blew up, dust was flying, and the black-eyed underworld that had severely injured Yan Xiaoyu before had disappeared.

Under the cliff, Yan Xiaoyu, who was wearing a moon white robe, was lying there. At this moment, the robe, which symbolized cleanliness, had been completely stained with blood, making it extremely filthy.

Fresh blood continued to flow from the empty heart. The heart was taken away by Netherland, and now there was only a hole left in the chest.

Time passed little by little, and after an unknown amount of time, a deafening roar resounded between the sky and the earth, and suddenly, the birds and beasts scattered in the mountains and fled for their lives.

Then, around the cliff, figures with white skin and eyes appeared, staggering and walking towards Yan Xiaoyu.

The Wanmo Ridge in the Western Regions has always been a forbidden place that people around the world have been dismayed by. For thousands of years, almost no one who entered could get out alive.

Of course, according to the legend, there are also people who walked out of Wanmo Ridge alive, and got a lot of treasures, reached the sky in one step, and their strength greatly increased.

However, regardless of danger or opportunity, everything has to be experienced first-hand, and rumors are always false.

Yan Xiaoyu was obviously not very lucky. After entering the Wanmo Ridge, he didn't meet the opportunity and lost his life instead.

In front of the cliff, more than a dozen white-eyed Netherlands seemed to feel the breath of human blood, and came from all directions, with deep roars sounding from their throats from time to time.

Not long after, at the foot of the cliff, two white-eyed ghosts walked up first, and stretched out their hands to grab the lifeless Yan Xiaoyu on the ground.

However, at this moment.

Variables emerge suddenly!

Yan Xiaoyu, who should have died for a long time, suddenly opened her eyes.

Black air, like fog filled the air.

What was even more shocking was that Yan Xiaoyu's eyes showed completely different colors, one was as black as ink, and the other was as bright as the scorching sun.

The two white-eyed Netherlands felt the danger and instinctively wanted to escape, but unfortunately, it was too late.

The power of light and darkness exploded around Yan Xiaoyu, directly engulfing the two of them.

In the light, one white-eyed Netherland quickly turned to ashes, and in the darkness, the other white-eyed Netherland was directly swallowed.

The next moment, Yan Xiaoyu sat up, glanced at the empty heart, fell silent, and after a while, pulled the divine robe over her body to cover the empty heart.

All around, the other dozen or so ghosts looked at the humans in front of them, with expressions of fear on their faces.

"The oracle of light!"

Yan Xiaoyu raised his hand, his body was full of light and divine power, and then, beams of light descended from the sky, engulfing all the white-eyed underworld.

In a shocking scene, among dozens of beams of light, the body of a statue of Netherland began to burn, and after a few breaths, all of them were ashes and disappeared.

Yan Xiaoyu looked at the scene in front of her, and there was no fluctuation on her cold face.

He knew that if it weren't for the divine blood and light divine power remaining in his body, at this moment, he should also become the same as these monsters.

Dirty and stupid.

"Roar!"

At this moment, between the heaven and the earth, the deafening roar sounded again, and the terrifying sound wave shook the entire mountain violently.

Yan Xiaoyu felt it, looked deep into the mountains, frowned slightly, but didn't hold back, turned around and walked out of Wanmo Ridge.

He is not yet the opponent of the black-eyed monster, so it is not appropriate to confront him head-on at this time.

Half an hour later, Yan Xiaoyu stepped out of Wanmo Ridge, looking at the scorching sun in the eastern sky, with a gentle smile on his handsome face.

Under the morning light, the power of light and darkness in Yan Xiaoyu's eyes gradually disappeared, and after one breath, it returned to its original state.

"Oh?"

Just when Yan Xiaoyu walked out of Wanmo Ridge.

In the distance, in front of the divine throne in the Heavenly Mandate Hall guarded by all the halls, the scholar seemed to feel something, straightened up, looked towards the direction of Wandu Ridge, with a look of surprise on his face.

Came out alive.

not bad.

He was not disappointed.

Thinking of this, the scholar came back to his senses and said, "Pray for prison!"

"Hall Master!"

Outside the temple, the Archbishop of Prison stepped in and saluted respectfully.

"Send someone to Wanmo Ridge to welcome the Son of God back." The scholar ordered.

When the Archbishop of Qi Prison heard the words of the Palace Master, his heart was shocked first, and he quickly reacted, and said respectfully, "Yes!"

After receiving the order, the Archbishop of Qi Prison turned and left the temple without any further delay.

"Light and darkness."

In front of the high throne, the scholar murmured softly, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth.

Only in this way is it interesting.

I really want to see what it will be like when the son of light from the Temple of Heaven and the son of destiny chosen by the Confucian leader and his old man meet again.

"Darkness and light."

At the same time, in the small courtyard to the east of Taixue Palace, Kong Qiu looked west, and a strange color flashed in his old eyes.

The power of the gods and the power of the underworld actually appeared on the same person, and the Son of Light was a blessing in disguise.

Without the power of God, the Bright Son of God should have been assimilated by Netherland by now.

However, can the power of God really resist the erosion of the power of the underworld?

Even the sages of the Daoist Taizi generation can't compete with the power of the underworld. How can the power of God be so special?

The so-called gods are not nobler than humans, and their strength is not special.

Just as the kid said, so what about the gods, they just rolled out of the world after being beaten by the sages of the Taoist sect in disgrace.

Having said that, where did that kid go, he couldn't be seen at a glance, and he disappeared.

……

"Five elements, same contract!"

At this time, in front of the cliff in Ge Zu's ruins, Li Ziye opened the five-element formation for the first time, and the five different forces interacted with each other to check and balance the five-element formation laid down by Ge Zu.

The five-element formation was restrained for a moment, and in the middle of the formation, Li Qingzhi didn't show any fear towards the hundreds of Netherlands.

"Roar!"

The black-eyed Netherland let out a roar, and immediately rushed forward.

At the same time, on all sides of the formation, the white-eyed Netherland rushed over like a tide.

Li Qingzhi stepped forward, drew a line with his sword, and stood in front of Li Ziye.

"Concentrate on breaking the formation, and leave the rest to me!"

Li Qingzhi said something in a cold voice, the innate qi surged all over his body, his hair was tied up and danced wildly, and all his energy was gathered.

"Liujia Secret Blessing, Wind and Thunder Formation!"

The Nine-Character Mantra of the Daoist Gate, and the Array of Words are re-opened, with Li Qingzhi as the center, the wind and thunder blows, the thunder bursts, the wind and thunder break out, and the combat power is fully activated.

A moment later, Li Qingzhi's figure disappeared, his body turned into a thunderbolt, and he stood in front of the Netherland army in an instant.

Blood, soaring into the sky, heads flew up one after another, followed by a rain of black blood.

Killing starts here.

Over the millennia, geniuses in Kyushu have emerged in large numbers, like shooting stars, drawing bright rays of light one after another in the night sky, and among the countless stars passing across the night sky, there will always be such a shooting star, blazing like fire, overwhelming all the stars in the night sky. The stars, stunning an era.

Today, the peerless genius of the Li family has shown such capacity.

Under the scorching sun, that ray of thunder passed through hundreds of underworlds, and Wushuang passed by, filled with blood and bones.