The Hardest Opening System in History

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read2();　　 Yuan Jiang, the word Guanchao, was born in Fengzhou along the coast of the Giant Sea in the 40th year of the Great Xia Calendar, and guarded the Giant Sea in the 89th year of the Great Xia Calendar. He died in battle, and he was a sea fault. Suzerain, tenth in Daxia Mountains and Seas List, Grand Master of Palm Origin and Death.

The Yuan clan of Haicuozong and the three of Haijiangchuan, Yuan Hai participated in the secret of Qianlong Island in the early years, and got the chance to get the wrong map of the seabed of the giant **** sea, and established a small sect on the shore of the giant sea of ​​Fengzhou. His predecessor, but Yuan Hai soon died unexpectedly, and his son Yuan Jiang took over the sect.

　　 Ten years ago, Yuan Chuan met a beautiful young woman in Canglan City, the capital of Fenzhou Prefecture, and had a conversation.

　　 "I heard from the Tianjian that you have a picture called Haicuo, in which there are many souls of sea beasts, and even an outer ocean?"

The woman was extremely young, or even too young, with her phoenix eyebrows rising to the sky, and her fair face could not show any expression, and her voice was flat as water, but Yuan Jiang's heart seemed to sink into the deep sea, and even breathing became difficult. His face was struggling, and after a few breaths, he finally lowered his head and raised his hands to offer Hai Cuo Tu.

　　 But to Yuan Jiang’s surprise, the woman just shook her head, and at the same time a majestic and scorching voice came:

"I don’t take your wrong map of the sea, and I even can assign resources to you and your sect, but I only have one request. So far, the sea has become the first gateway to the coast of the Northeast Giant Sea in Daxia. You will not die, the Giant Sea The sea water cannot rush over the Horn of the Moon."

　　 Since then, the Haicuo Sect has ushered in an explosive development, and the sect has been moved to the corner of the sea moon facing the sea of ​​the giant god, becoming the backbone of the giant sea, one king and two sects.

　　 In the middle of Daxia, in a teahouse in a small city, two figures slowly walked in from the outside. One of the middle-aged Taoist priests, who was ruddy, looked at the woman in palace clothes who had been following him, and said helplessly:

　　 "It's really useless for you to follow me all the time. The above doesn't let me say, as long as I speak, I can't stay in this vast land of China. This is also the tacit understanding between me and it."

After the middle-aged Daoist finished speaking, he pointed his finger at the sky. The meaning is self-evident. It represents the ubiquitous way of heaven, but after the middle-aged Daoist’s words fell, the palace-dressed woman beside him did not change at all. , Red lips lightly opened, and a faint, cold voice came out:

　　 "I just want to know, where did my father go?"

　　 "But this is the problem, Princess Wu, you are a little bit close, but because of this, I can't tell you!"

The middle-aged Taoist sat on the tea chair in front of him, his helplessness in his voice became stronger, and then he just wanted to greet Xiao Er from the shop to pour tea, suddenly his complexion changed suddenly, and he turned his head and looked to the northeast at the same time as the palace woman. , The two eyes seemed to penetrate the infinite distance, seeing the dazzling, splashing hot blood above the Horn of the Sea Moon.

　　 "Your sharpest knife is broken."

　　 After the vicissitudes of voice of the middle-aged Taoist priest fell, the woman in the imperial costume sat down slowly, sighed insignificantly, and then covered up all her emotions and said softly:

　　 "He is not a knife, he is a dam."

　　 Many people call Yuan Jiang the sharpest knife in Princess Wu's hand. In fact, he is a dike, a **** along the coast of the Giant Sea in the northeast of Daxia.

Yuan Jiang used his own life to fulfill his original promise, but now, the first **** in the northeast of the Great Xia has completely collapsed, and the sound of the piano ceases over the sea-moon horn, the bitter wind and rain dissipated, and dense clouds The same retreats and the clear blue sky is restored.

　　Dong Haijun, whose head was severed, recovered to Yuan Jiang's burly body, and fell from the sky. The monks of the Haicuozong within the huge array of ups and downs in the sea, their eyes cracked and roared straight into the sky.

　　 "Father!"

After a sharp roar, Yuan Chuan, whose Qiqiao began to bleed outwards, crawled forward from the ground and rushed towards the place where Yuan Jiang’s body fell, even if it was outside the protection of the big formation, even if it was surrounded by surrounding areas. In the sea water, the scarlet eyes belonging to the long-haired water ghost were once again like red lanterns, lit up one after another, and Yuan Chuan was not afraid.

At this moment, Yuan Chuan seemed to have recovered the lost Dao bones, and there was no fear in the world. Then he stepped heavily on the ground in front of him, and the Dao Soul Donghai behind him would burst directly. With the vitality surge at this moment, he flew straight into the air outside the big formation, just to catch Yuan Jiang's fallen body.

Yuan Chuan lowered his head and saw only his father's cold body without a head. He raised his eyes to the sky again and let out a terrible wailing. As the blood in his mouth surged outwards, the two figures were no longer sustainable, and moved downwards. The giant **** of the sea fell.

Amidst the roaring giant sea waters, the long-haired water ghosts stretched their heads out, their scarlet eyes stared at the falling figure above, opened their fangs and their huge mouths eagerly looking forward, the cruel and bloodthirsty breath radiated outwards. In between, it was as if a group of beasts had already culled a prey, and it could be enjoyed immediately.

Yuan Chuan, who is falling faster and faster, is already very close to the sea, but the former's face is extremely calm, without the color of fear that used to hang on his face before. Suddenly, a big hand made of vitality waves, Directly stretched out from the large ups and downs of the sea, grabbed the two of them, and retracted into the formation.

The white beard on the chest of the Great Elder Hai Cuozong was completely red with blood. Looking at Yuan Chuan who had returned to the formation and howling and crying with his headless corpse, his old face flashed thickly. Deep sorrow, two lines of turbid tears flowed down, and he sighed to the sky:

　　 "This is the fate of Hai Cuozong!"

A large number of Haicuozong disciples, who were dressed in bibo and blue monk uniforms, gradually gathered towards the place where Yuan Chuan had fallen. Some disciples also made a low whimper. Yuan Jiang was the Sect Master of Haicuozong. The extremely strong cultivation base of the Birth-Death Realm was the supreme pillar of the entire Hai Cuo Sect, but now, the pillar collapsed and the Hai Cuo sect was crumbling.

　　 played three ancient movements of Bai Mingxiu, and his face was a little bit relieved, but he carried two things on his skull-like claws.

　　 A picture of the sea and the head of a national character face. Then he lowered his head, looked at the large formation surrounded by sea water, and spoke softly:

　　 "Since the suzerain is dead, there is no need for Haicuo Sect to survive."

　　In an instant, in front of Haiyueya, the Ghost King, who hadn't moved for a long time, suddenly raised his claws and snapped it violently at the bottom!

　　 "My disciples, unless all of our Sea Treason Sects die, otherwise, this sea cannot overflow the horn of the sea and moon!"

　　 The bloodless great elder raised up to the sky and uttered the last word in his life.

　　 An instant later, Mi's claws blasted directly on the sea floating formation, the entire formation was shattered every inch, and completely dissipated. At the same time, the elder of Hai Cuozong fell on his back, leaving no life.