I saw Su Yuan standing out of thin air, smiling faintly, holding the angry valley axe in his hand, and a powerful killing force swept out, making these people's faces change greatly."
Huh."
Su Yuan was like a killing god, and in an instant, the sky seemed to be gray in an instant.Everyone felt the breath of death.Su Yuan held the Angry Valley Axe in his hand, and shot out one after another.The harvest is constantly being harvested, and everyone is roaring.It was as if it was not them who were cut down, as if it was not him who fell, as if it was not them who was spilled with blood, as if it was not them who fell Su Yuan was like a tiger, and the momentum of the god king on his body covered the past like a tide.These people trembled like killing machines.Immediately afterward, the blood-red eyes returned to clarity.Cold sweat brushes from them.Just now, for a moment, they thought that Su Yuan was just an ordinary venerable, and for the same moment, their own delusion thought that they were just fighting alone, not in a group.Su Yuan obviously also found out that something was wrong, because they were so desperate to send them to death, they didn't even know how to retreat.Suddenly, his gaze turned to a man, it was a white-haired old man, I saw that his eyes were shining, and the God King on his body was extremely imposing, but he did not join the battle.Su Yuan smiled faintly, and understood what the situation was in an instant.It's these people who have been taken advantage of by this old man.With a flash of figure, Su Yuan directly threw away these cannon fodder, anyway, he had already harvested it, and there were more than a hundred rings.And this old man is the mastermind, how could Su Yuan be able to beat him and play these people like monkeys.The old man suddenly felt a powerful murderous aura enveloping him, and his face changed drastically.In an instant, a huge brush appeared in the old man's hand, but at this time, Su Yuan's killing momentum was in full swing, how could this old man be Su Yuan's opponent, and the years directly made the old man have a trace of illusion.In an instant, a bloody arrow spurted out directly from the old man's mouth, and the vitality gradually disappeared from the old man's body.Su Yuan smiled faintly, "Mole ants, you dare to play this master." ”Put your hands behind your back.Su Yuanli ignored these people and left directly.Walking up this yellow mountain, Su Yuan felt a desolate aura.The yellow wind rises, and the ancient road comes out.A pale yellow path appeared in front of Su Yuan's eyes.With an ancient desolate aura, Su Yuan frowned, and his mind was dragged in.Withered vines and old trees, crows, small bridges and flowing water, ancient roads with west wind and thin horses, and the sunset.The heartbroken man is at the end of the world.Su Yuan remembered a poem he saw when he was a child, the sad artistic conception in this poem is the sadness of homesickness, and the rise and fall of the yellow sand gives Su Yuan a feeling that is the same, there is a kind of missing the most missed thing in life.And what he misses most is Zhou Xiqing.Scenes floated in front of Su Yuan's eyes, and Su Yuan's whole person fell into this painting-like world, and gradually Su Yuan's body was running like a shuttle, resisting this artistic conception.Su Yuan, who closed his eyes tightly, opened his eyes in an instant, and a fine light flashed.The years were directly wrapped around his hands, and immediately after, one by one, the law was beaten out.A picture of the situation was formed.Withered vines and old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, ancient roads and west wind thin horses, the sunset, broken intestines are at the end of the world.An old man led an old horse, constantly walking on the ancient road, passing by the withered vines, passing by the old trees, passing by the faint crows, and constantly passing by, constantly walking forward.But there is no end in sight.Su Yuan quietly watched the pictures drawn in his hands, and in an instant, the pictures were shattered in vain, and a piece of clarity was restored.Su Yuan was still standing on top of the Yellow Mountain, and the trail in front of him was still there.He was still standing in his original position, not moving in the slightest.It's just that his feet have been buried in a large area of yellow sand, "the sadness of the years, the artistic conception is supernatural" Su Yuan muttered to himself, and in an instant, a perfect picture unfolded in front of his eyes again.Without hesitation, stepping into this trail, a stronger artistic conception bombarded Su Yuan's heart.constantly broke Su Yuan's mind and wanted to occupy Su Yuan's will.And this is the artistic conception supernatural power, so that you will be lost in this artistic conception forever, knowing that your soul is dead or you have become crazy.Su Yuan was feeling the power of this supernatural power, if he didn't guess wrong, that old man would also have magical powers, but he had been immersed in killing, and he didn't find it, and he was put on a show by this old man.Su Yuan sat cross-legged in place, letting the yellow sand wash over him.The artistic conception constantly wants to be integrated into Su Yuan's divine consciousness, but how can Su Yuan be as they wish, the artistic conception of the years was sacrificed by Su Yuan in an instant, and the artistic conception caused by this Yellow Mountain is confronted.Boom, an explosion sounded directly around Su Yuan and exploded around.The momentum of the explosion directly set off a torrential rain of killing in this Yellow Mountain.Su Yuan's figure flashed, and he walked forward again, crawling up.The higher the artistic conception power became, the greater the pressure on Su Yuan's artistic conception, but Su Yuan still turned a blind eye and kept moving forward.Half a year later.Su Yuan reached the top of the Yellow Mountain.Half a year of his continuous understanding, continuous integration, and constant washing by the yellow sand, finally, half a year he walked on the top of the Yellow Mountain.For a moment, there was a feeling of seeing the mountains at a glance, and Su Yuan was also inexplicably excited.His artistic conception is far better than the outside in this kind of place, and at this time, his artistic conception has also been completed, and fighting against a master of the same level is enough to delay one breath to two breaths, and this master's battle for half a breath is enough to kill.Su Yuan smiled, put away his artistic conception supernatural powers, and directly crossed the Yellow Mountain, and his figure turned into a streamer and rushed down the Yellow Mountain.Not far away, Su Yuan saw a city again, he didn't expect that behind Huangshan would be a prosperous and glorious city.From afar, I saw a large number of people lining up and walking towards the city.And the name of this city is somewhat similar to the name on the earth, called Hangshui City.This reminded Su Yuan of Hangzhou on the earth, I don't know what the relationship between these two places is, and Hangzhou is also famous for its water, among which West Lake is the most famous.But thinking about it, Su Yuan didn't think that these two places had anything to do with each other, after all, they were not a realm place at all, so how could they be the same.Quietly lined up behind the crowd, Su Yuan slowly waited for himself to line up to enter.But sometimes it's just not as people want, and suddenly a plain hand reached into Su Yuan's waist, and his vigorous skills made Su Yuan, the god king, a little shaken for a moment."
Thief."
Su Yuan only reacted to the fact that his Qiankun Ding had been stolen the next moment, yelled, and chased after him. mobile phone reading,