The other of the three is the peak master of Xingzhao Peak.

The deputy peak master under his command was forced by them to detonate the quasi-holy magic weapon, and he couldn't swallow this breath.

I don't care about the elders and juniors, and I kill the killer!

"Ahh

……

"Damn, master, I'll flash!"

Duan Kongkong shouted, as if his ass was on fire, and he was hit in the ass by a slap of holy light.

The man from Qingcheng Mountain didn't make a move for the time being, but stared at Zi Lingxue and Cao Wuming, who were casual on the side.

The two peak masters of the Starstream Sect were both fifty or sixty years old, and one of them used the Holy Light Sword Technique, like a round of Hao Sun in the sky.

And the peak master of Starshadow Peak, using a shadowless sword, his body is like a ghost, like a shadow in the night sky.

The two are one yang and one yin, and the moves are intertwined with "Tao" and "Reason".

Duan Kongkong shouted that Cao Wuming was not righteous, and he fought with the two peak masters of the Starstream Sect.

He took off the mirror above his head and replaced it with a black cauldron.

was chased by the two of them all over the stone platform to escape, and when they encountered an attack, they used the mirror to block it.

Qi Qi between the mountain walls saw the black cauldron, and the muscles on his face couldn't help twitching, he had been with this dead fat man for so long under this black cauldron!

The person in Qingcheng Mountain is the third brother of Qing Xiaozi, the leader of Qingcheng Mountain, Qing Songzi. Although he looks only in his twenties and looks handsome, he has the strength of a venerable person.

and Qingxiaozi were the four heroes of Qingcheng that year.

Qing Songzi stared at Zi Lingxue and Cao Wuming, his eyes seemed to have two flying swords, sharp and compelling.

Questioned, "Where did you come from?"

Zi Lingxue's eyes were always on Su Yang, and she didn't know if she was intentional or unintentional, so she ignored Qing Songzi.

Cao Wuming looked dazed, smiling dryly, as if he was looking at a fool.

Qing Songzi was a little embarrassed and a little embarrassed, so I have to say that you have to make a statement.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, fellow Daoist, are you asking the poor Dao?" Cao Wuming asked as if he had suddenly realized, reciting a Taoist number.

Qing Songzi's face twitched, full of anger, are the two people on the other side playing tricks on themselves?

"The people here are all big names and surnames, and only you are from unknown origins, who are you!"

He didn't answer directly, but borrowed the words of Gou Piyang.

Cao Wuming closed his eyes slightly, as if he had gone through vicissitudes, and a peerless aura was generated.

He is only in his thirties, but the green pine nuts are indeed at this moment

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, the poor Tao was born in mythology, the Tao was desolate, overlooking the change of the era above the heavens, muddy and nightmarish, after thousands of disasters in the red world, awake and ......awake"

Cao Wuming's eyes slowly opened, his face was very lonely, he sighed slightly, and chanted: "Once sober, how many autumns have the ......world?

Zi Lingxue shook suddenly, her big eyes flashed, as if she had discovered something big, and swept it over Cao Wuming's body.

I saw Cao Wuming and Qing Songzi looking at each other.

It's like an old gentleman telling his young disciples about the past.

Cao Wuming sighed lightly:

"Alas...... Time is empty. The past is reincarnated, the yellow spring is long, where is the end of the world, you just asked me who I am?"

"Hmm. ”

Qing Songzi swallowed her throat and nodded sluggishly.

He felt like he was facing a super old monster! older than heaven and earth, older than time!

"Poor Dao's surname is Cao, and the Dao name is nameless...... Cao Wuming sighed slightly, as if telling about endless desolation and an unfillable void.

Qing Songzi seems to be infected by this vicissitudes of loneliness, his mind is blank, he seems to be in a dim space, stepping on a leaf, swaying in the yellow spring, slowly with time into this world.

Qing Songzi stood in front of Cao Wuming, motionless, without piercing his eyelids, as if immersed in the old wine brewed at that time.

Cao Wuming turned sideways slightly, looked up at the sky, and sighed softly, as if sighing out the breath that had been stuffed in his chest for hundreds of millions of years.

"Profiteers, magic sticks, cheating the old and deceiving the young, pretending to be ......ghosts," Zi Lingxue muttered in a low voice.

"Ahem, don't spoil the atmosphere......" Cao Wuming's breath of an out-of-the-world old antique and peerless old monster just now suddenly disappeared.

There is only a fat Taoist priest with a round face and a straight belly, and a rich profiteer with thief eyebrows and rat eyes.

"Profiteer Daoist, what kind of exercise is that?" Zi Lingxue asked curiously.

Suddenly, a round of sound shook the platform, like water waves spreading......

"Third brother, wake up !!"

"Third Brother ......"

……

When Cao Wuming said those words, a loud thunder sounded in everyone's hearts.

These words are too terrifying, mysterious and mysterious, I dare not believe in their truth, and dare not judge their falsehood.

During the battle between Su Yang and the old man in Mai, he was also shocked by Cao Wuming's words, but he was very concerned about Cao Wuming's origin.

"What a weird Taoist priest...... I almost sank into it just now. A person on the stone platform wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead.

Now, many people are interested in the mystery of the identities of these four people.

The god-like boy suddenly appeared, pulled out the sword of King Yan, and killed the Quartet, what was his purpose?

A fat man who is a fan, has a strong net worth, has strange exercises, and doesn't know where to learn from.

The god-like woman, like a fairy in the dust, is beautiful and holy, and cannot see through its strength.

A ghost-like Taoist priest, like an old monster who knows everything.

The four of them walked together, and there must be no one who was not interested in their identity.

Half an hour later.

Qing Songzi's eyes seemed to have regained a ray of clarity, and he looked around and found that many people were looking at him inexplicably.

After all, he was a Venerable and well-informed, and he soon knew that he had followed the Tao of this fat Taoist priest.

Wet in cold sweat, he took a few steps backwards.

His body couldn't help but tremble, with a hint of fear in his eyes, he pointed at Cao Wuming and trembled:

"Who the hell are you!"

"I'm his aunt, born before the myth. Zi Lingxue smiled and answered first.

Qing Songzi's face was blue and white for a while, and now he was teased by a woman again, which was really unbearable.

"Damn!"

He was washed away by anger and fear, as if he had forgotten that Cao Wuming could gently pluck off his head just now.

He held a sword and stabbed at Zi Lingxue.

……

After the black lotus was shattered, almost all the ninety-nine fragments had their owners, and everyone had more or less harvested.

And after the wooden box cracked, black fog continued to emerge, and the people around did not dare to approach it at will.

The smell was already ominous.

Everyone looked nervously, as if they remembered something.

"Could it be that this is the reason why the Star Temple was destroyed!!" said an old man tremblingly.

"Ahh

Suddenly, behind them, there was a terrible shout.

When everyone turned around, they saw the twenty-seven corpses that had been lifeless, and suddenly opened their eyes.

One was pierced through the heart by one of the corpses!

(End of chapter)