The group of monks galloping from the far sky was led by a white-bearded old man, because it belonged to Mo Xie who affirmed that 'those who step on the flying sword are enemies', so the angels did not show the virtue of 'respecting the old and loving the young', and one by one they had already used their own means and all kinds of light bullets and wind blades to throw them on the monks who were speeding over.

However, the attack they threw did not even touch the corner of the old man's clothes, and the old man's figure was like a ghost, one second it was still on the horizon, and the next second it was in front of him.

"Friend, please sell the old decay to save face, how about taking a break from fighting?"

The old man stood in front of the angels in the air, and at the same time, an invisible force emanated from his body, crushing all the angels into the clouds.

"You!"

The angel who led the team seemed to have been pressed on the chest, and he flapped the three pairs of wings behind him hard to avoid being crushed to the ground by the old man, but in this way, he who was focused on fighting the pressure could not catch the old man's words smoothly at the same time.

"The old man's surname is Zhao, although the untouchables under him are cheap, but after all, they are the same yellow skin as the old man, and I hope that my friends can raise their noble hands, don't kill them all. ”

The angels released by Mo Xie are all at the six-winged level, and the one who can suppress the six-winged angel quietly is at least Yuanying Xiuwei, his surname is Zhao, but he is not the old Zhao.

"Hmph, surnamed Zhao, which Zhao? Is it Zhao Kuangyin's Zhao or Zhao Zilong's Zhao?"

The movement of this pedestrian was so loud that the lightning rods on the roofs of several higher buildings in Jianye City were still trembling slightly, just by listening to the voice, they knew that they were masters.

Mo Ye came from not far away, and he saw the scene of his subordinates being pressed by others so that they couldn't fly, and at this moment, as soon as he arrived, he couldn't help but stir up the sword intent of the first cultivation, accompanied by the strong sword qi and the technique of the 'concussive sword', the slightest ripple loomed against the outline of his body.

"Phew!"

Mo Xie and the old man surnamed Zhao stood at the same height and faced each other in the air, the air between the two suddenly contracted, and the slightest wind whistled and fell silent.

"Xiaoyou is Mo Xie, right?"

A trace of horror and jealousy flashed in the eyes of the old man surnamed Zhao, but he quickly put it away, he gave it up slightly, and neither his movements nor his tone could make Mo Ye find any fault in the number of etiquette.

"Casey, are you alright?"

Taking advantage of the gap created by the collision of the momentum of the two, the angels who had been pressed down by the old man and fell into the low air were able to escape, and at the same time, the angels who were distributed in many corners above Jianye City also rushed over.

A hundred Seraphim angels were neatly lined up behind Mo Ye, and among them, the squad leader who had struggled the hardest when he had been suppressed before, was supported by someone, his face full of paleness.

"Be careful...... That old man has a weirdness!"

As the weak chicken among the seraphims pointed out by Angel, he still hasn't figured out what kind of power has just been applied to him, he only knows that he seems to have just walked towards the ghost gate.

This phrase 'weird' is a reminder to his compatriots not to take risks easily as a 'passer-by'.

"So what?"

Mo Xie didn't pursue the other party's evasion and answer, after all, if the other party answered and answered, the two parties might have to fight endlessly, although he was not a false primordial infant, but he was a virtual monk's unpredictable Taoist method.

This time, he made such a big move just to tell the world that he had a powerful force behind him, and if he could fight a pointless battle, he would fight one less battle.

"Xiaoyou is talented, young and promising, and he is afraid that he is no longer under old age, but he doesn't know how to deal with this group of ...... Forehead...... The angels came together, if it weren't for that, the old man would have to be the east and the little friend today. ”

The old man surnamed Zhao stroked his beard and smiled, sighing.

"Speak human words. ”

Some people may be happy to hear this personable remark, but Mo Xie will not.

As someone who had just left a place where almost everyone spoke in a crepe, he had developed aesthetic fatigue with such expressions.

"Xiaoyou is really fast-talking, then the old man is presumptuous: I don't know what the relationship between Xiaoyou and these angels is?"

The momentum competition between the two continued, the clothes on the old man's body were agitated, but there was no other abnormality, and there was already a faint white light on Mo Ye's body.

Although it was not easy to distinguish, Mo Ye knew very well that he had fallen behind.

The old man has been smiling and groaning on his face, and he seems to be kind, but Mo Ye, who is facing him and fighting against the momentum, does not feel the softness of half the spring breeze, he knows that his current situation is no different from the angels who were forced by the old man to fly with momentum before.

"Don't get close to me, although the Zhao family is powerful, you still have to keep this 'little friend' yourself!

A white flame rose from Mo Ye's body, his momentum overwhelmed the old man in a short period of time and shook him back half a step, taking advantage of this stall, he connected with the 'Heavenly Realm' with his mind and portrayed the character of 'Feng', and the hundred angels and Mo Ye disappeared into the sky after a soft 'snap'.

"Elder Zhao, why don't you keep that kid?"

A moment after Mo Xie and the angels disappeared, the companions who had rushed to Jianye from the far sky with the old man surnamed Zhao were present, which seemed to be a coincidence, but no matter who could understand it, this was just a tacit understanding.

The mythical race is not trivial, people with strong strength know the inside story and dare not touch them, and people with insufficient strength are not qualified to know the inside story but at the same time they are not their opponents. Everyone who came with the old man surnamed Zhao knew the inside story, and no one wanted to get involved in this kind of cause and effect, anyway, the Zhao family was powerful, so the old man surnamed Zhao would come forward.

"Alas!"

The old man surnamed Zhao sighed.

"This son is by no means simple, even if I want to keep it, I can't keep it. Let's save some energy and think about how to clean up this mess underneath. ”

He pointed to the city beneath their feet.

The people of the city were looking up at the sky, and their transcendent beings were no longer hidden in the eyes of mortals.

"What a mess!"

Someone chimed in.

Meaningless echoing is more like a pat on the back.

"Elder Zhao, do you want to modify the memories of these untouchables?"

A constructive suggestion was made, which was one of the practices of monks after being witnessed by mortals.

"We don't have enough people here, and today's Jianye is a mixed bag, and it can't be modified. ”

The old man surnamed Zhao shook his head.

"That's not as good as ......"

The guy who proposed 'Modify Memory' put the five fingers of his right hand together in the shape of a knife and gestured it in front of his throat.

"Okay, I'll leave this errand to you, but let's make it clear, Zhou Xinyan has finally entered the Yuan Infant Period, although he is afraid that the water will not be good in this Yuan Infant Period, but this is the territory of his Zhou family. Killing people here, even my uncle has to think about it. Rules can't be broken. ”

The old man surnamed Zhao said.

"What then?"

The man was dumbfounded.

Kill but can't kill, change and can't change, dilemma.