As early as twenty years ago, this top power in the Lingzong region had become a thing of the past.

The thought of Nanling occupies this place.

The master of Yeying Sect was even taken over by Nanling's thoughts.

At this moment.

In front of the cold and silent Yeyingmen main hall, a burly figure faced the main hall.

He is the leader of the Yeying Sect! But he is covered in lavender with a faint golden light.

And he is even more than one and a half feet tall, far exceeding the height of normal human beings! As for his face... he has a mouth of fangs, which looks extremely ferocious! His eyes are even weirder, one has a vertical pupil, and the other has only the white of the eye without a pupil.

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He is indeed the master of Yeying Sect, but he has been taken away by Nanling's thoughts.

In Nanling, he was called Wu Tong! "Sir, the Holy Fire of Origin has appeared!"

A Nanling thought rushed over excitedly, roaring loudly.

No pupils moved.

"Big..." Nanling was confused.

But just opened his mouth.

Wutong suddenly turned around, grabbed the Nanling idea with his big hand, stuffed it directly into his mouth and swallowed it.

"Do you think I'm deaf?"

He whispered solemnly, and then strode down.

"Pass my order, whoever seizes the Holy Fire of Origin, I will seize the body of a strong man for him!"

Wutong's voice spread throughout Yeying Gate, immediately making Nanling's thoughts boil... At the same time.

In a dense forest.

Feng Tianming, Yin Qingniang, Tie Mu and others passed by at high speed.

Feng Tianming had burns in many places all over his body, but there was no pain in his expression, but excitement and a hint of fear.

"Quickly, send word to Heifengya that we have obtained the Holy Fire of Origin!"

Tie Mu growled.

"We've been discovered!"

Yin Qingniang's face didn't look good either.

"They will intercept you on the road!"

"I can't control that much anymore!"

Feng Tianming's expression became determined: "Nanling wants to use the Holy Gate of Origin to break the barrier between Donghuang and Nanling. At this moment, the Holy Gate of Origin is divided into two, half in Nanling's hands and half in Heifengya! As long as they accumulate enough strength,

I will definitely attack Heifengya.

But..." "As long as the Holy Fire of Origin is sent to Heifeng Cliff and the Black Phoenix ignites the Phoenix Nest, Heifeng Cliff will be impregnable and Nanling's plan is doomed to fail!"

"Quick, quick, no matter what the cost, we must send the holy fire to Heifeng Cliff! This is the last hope for our Lingzong area!"

They regard death as home.

Half a day later.

In front of Heifeng Cliff.

Su Xuan, who was motionless at first, suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes were so turbid that they were covered with a layer of white film, and sword light shot out.

As far as the eye can see, an invisible message rushes into the Black Phoenix Cliff.

Subconsciously.

Su Xuan held the Beichen Sword.
Chapter completed!