The black-and-white masked man was not worried about the situation of the Abyss Dragon, not even the slightest mood swing.

The two of them took Chu Ke and He Huai to a towering ancient tree.

The tree was hundreds of feet long and thousands of feet high.

Standing under this tree, Chu Ke felt like he was standing in front of a wall.

If it weren't for the lush branches and leaves above his head, Chu Ke would really feel this way.

"Come, sit. ”

The four of them sat cross-legged under the big tree, only to see the black masked man flip his right hand, and an extremely simple old book appeared in his hand.

The black-masked man picked up the old book and slowly turned a page.

He glanced at the book a few times, then gently touched a small piece of grass on the ground with his left hand.

The grass grew wildly, and finally turned into a pile of grass surrounded by a little green light.

"Stretch out your hands. The Black Mask Man said to the two.

Chu Ke and He Huai stretched out their right hands according to the words.

As soon as the two of them stretched out their hands, the pile of grass shot out a few leaves, instantly wrapping around their arms.

Chu Ke was startled, and the golden light on his arm flashed and he was about to break free.

He Huai's arm also burst out with purple flames, wanting to burn the grass on his hand.

But no matter what the two did, the long grass on their hands did not change at all, but there was a tendency to get tighter and tighter.

"Two seniors, what does this mean!" Chu Ke was anxious.

The grass in his hands grew tighter and tighter, and he seemed to be able to hear the tooth-sore sound of the bones in his arms.

"Don't worry, we won't hurt you. The white-masked man sat on the side, looked at the two of them indifferently and said.

Although the white-masked man made the two of them not have to worry, the sense of urgency on his arm still couldn't make the two feel at ease.

He Huai's eyes faintly emitted purple light, and purple flames appeared slightly all over his body.

But He Huai's incomparably powerful purple flame power seemed to be helpless against the long grass in his hand.

Although the blades of grass were ignited by the purple flames, they did not change at all, they only burned there.

He Huai let out a low roar in his throat, and the purple flame on his body suddenly trembled, rising several feet high.

Chu Ke, who was sitting next to him, even felt threatened.

But that's it, He Huai still can't help the long grass in his hands.

After several efforts, He Huai finally gave up, because he had already heard the sound of bones breaking from his arm.

The bone is broken, which is not a big injury for the demon master.

With just a little magic, it can be easily repaired.

But this long grass seems to have some kind of power, and He Huai wants to use magic to repair his broken arm, but no matter how hard he tries, he tries hard.

The magic power in the dantian could not be transmitted to his own set of arms.

"Senior! This!" He Huai was anxious.

What the hell is this grass, how can it not only break free?

And this strange power, which seems to be able to shield oneself from one's magic.

He Huai's anxiety is visible to everyone.

But the black-and-white masked man turned a blind eye as if he hadn't seen it.

"Physical strength, level two, slightly stronger than those wastes. ”

The black-masked man looked indifferently at He Huai's severed arm, and raised his hand slightly.

The blades of grass that were still entangled on He Huai's broken arm retreated as if they were alive.

As the long grass faded, He Huai also felt that unknown power was gone, and he regained control of his body.

Once again, the magic poured into his arm, quickly repairing the broken bone.

The situation on Chu Ke's side was a little different.

He Huai wanted to use the purple flame to burn all the blades of grass.

And Chu Ke performed the Golden Body Venerable Technique, and his entire body emitted a golden light.

Like the Buddhas worshipped by mortals in the lower realm, they are sacred and awe-inspiring.

"Oh?"

When the black-masked man saw Chu Ke's appearance, there was a little more interest in his eyes.

He gently touched his index finger with his thumb, and those blades of grass suddenly tied Chu Ke's arm tighter.

Chu Ke gasped, gritted his teeth, and urged the golden body to the extreme.

At the same time, the Nirvana Ding in the body worked together to repair the injured places on Chu Ke's arms one by one.

"Huh?"

The black-masked man exclaimed, and his eyes became more careful when he looked at Chu Ke.

I saw that Chu Ke's arm was shining with golden light, as if it was made of gold.

When the blade of grass was wrapping around its arm, it actually made a sound like the collision of gold and stone.

He Huai's purple flame and magic power could not break through the blockade of the unknown force on the blade of grass to repair his broken arm.

But the power of Nirvana's Nirvana Ding does not seem to be stopped by this force.

It came and went freely in Chu Ke's body, and it was not affected at all.

The confrontation between Chu Ke and Changcao is still deadlocked.

The black masked man's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was about to give Chu Ke more strength to the blade of grass on his arm.

All of a sudden, the whole small world was shaking.

The ground rumbled as if an earthquake had occurred.

"What's going on!"

The white masked man's blue eyes revealed a hint of anger.

The gaze of the eyes saw through the small world of the Abyssal Dragon and its body, and saw what was going on outside.

At this time, the abyss dragon, which was still in the falling river, was blocked by the Rock Immortal Emperor and its people, and ushered in its most powerful enemy on this journey.

A white robe is like fresh snow, and the breeze is fluttering with two sleeves.

Holding a gold-edged bright silver sword, cinnabar red mole eyebrows.

One person's appearance, four lines of poetry.

In front of the Abyss Dragon, there stood such a man in white holding a golden blade and a silver sword.

In front of his left eyebrow, there is a small red mole.

This person is recognized as one of the top three masters in the immortal world in the two worlds of immortals and demons, and the white-clothed sword immortal is not sick.

"Sword Immortal's fate is not sick?"

Seeing the lifeless white-masked man through the space, there was a trace of worry in his eyes.

He knew very well who this life-free person was.

It was a white-clothed sword immortal who had proved himself with his strength in several battles between the two realms of immortals and demons.

The cultivation of life without illness is extremely high, and in the immortal world, he is the third master after the Waihan Immortal Emperor and another master, and has the cultivation of the eighth-level Immortal Emperor.

The eighth-level Immortal Emperor is the highest level of combat power in the Immortal Realm.

However, this is under the premise that no one knows about the tenth-level cultivation of the Outer Han Immortal Emperor.

After all, almost everyone thought that the Outer Han Immortal Emperor was a ninth-level Immortal Emperor.

He stood in the void, caressing the long sword in his hand unhurriedly.

The momentum that naturally emanated from his body was such that even the Abyss Dragon didn't dare to say anything.

The Golden Dragon Immortal Emperor also arrived, and he and the Rock Immortal Emperor stood on the left and the right, standing beside him.

Just like the two Dharma protectors, they put their lives in the middle.

"I'm sorry I can't let you out of here today. ”

He slowly raised the long sword in his hand, and his tone was light and he couldn't hear a trace of emotion.

How high is the strength of the eighth-level Immortal Emperor?

To put it mildly, if he encounters any of the four demon gods, he will not fall behind.

And the abyss dragon cultivated by the fifth-level Immortal Emperor, although he encountered any sixth-level Immortal Emperor, he had the power to fight.

Even if he couldn't beat it and wanted to leave, the sixth-level Immortal Emperor couldn't stop it.

But the people who come now are not in danger, and they are completely different.

"Stay. ”

Fate Wujian sighed lightly, and the golden blade and silver sword in his hand drew a curved crescent in the direction of the movement of his wrist.

Although it is only a small crescent, it is extremely threatening.

The abyssal dragon's gaze froze, and the dragon scales on his body stood up.

As soon as the dragon's mouth opened, an almost transparent wall of ice instantly blocked its body.

Disheveled!

Almost as soon as the ice wall was formed, it was struck into countless powders by the crescent moon.

Crystalline ice cubes dance in the black space, reflecting a mesmerizing light.

After the crescent moon shattered the ice wall, it continued to move towards the Abyssal Dragon.

The dragon's appearance was visibly enraged, and it roared, spewing out a red flame.

The crescent moon gradually shrank under the baptism of flames, and finally disappeared into the sea of fire.

The first move of the fateful attack was still taken by the abyss dragon.

With a casual blow, the abyss dragon had to strike twice in a row to catch it.

The gap between the two sides is obvious.

"You are not my opponent, so take it and save yourself from the pain of flesh and skin. ”

He shook his head, and there was still no emotional fluctuation on his face.

He faced an abyssal dragon of astonishing strength, as if he was facing an ordinary person, there was no difference.

"I'm afraid it's not my style. ”

A faintly angry voice echoed through the space.

A trace of surprise flashed on the faces of the Golden Dragon Immortal Emperor and the Rock Immortal Emperor and the others.

To be able to appear silently in front of so many Immortal Emperors, the cultivation of the coming people must surpass theirs.

Hearing this voice, the face of the dead man finally changed a little.

I saw that my eyes opened slightly, revealing a hint of surprise, but I quickly regained my composure.

"I didn't expect you to be here. ”

Seeing the white-masked man who appeared above the head of the Abyss Giant Dragon out of thin air, he was not too surprised.

On the contrary, it was like seeing an old friend I hadn't seen in years.

"Fate is not in danger, aren't you a swordsman who prides himself on being at ease, when did you become the general under the command of Asgard?"

The white-masked man's blue eyes were clear and translucent, and his voice asked coldly.

From his tone, it seemed that he still knew a lot of things about the fate of the white-clothed sword immortal.

"Time has passed, time has passed, and momentum has also come. He chuckled and shook his head, and said an ambiguous sentence out of his mouth.

"The times create heroes, I don't know if you want to be a hero or a hero. ”

The white-masked man standing on top of the dragon's head took out a stick out of his hand at some point.

The stick is as white as jade, and there is no trace of variegation on the whole body, which is completely integrated.

"I don't know what the hero you are talking about and what the heroes are. "Fate is not sick, his face is still not in a hurry, as calm as ever.

"Don't stop me today, and behead the master of the demon world tomorrow, I am a hero. Stand in my way today, and the martyrs are also. The White Mask Man's tone was cold, leaving no room for negotiation.

"It's been a long time since I've seen you use a white jade stick, and today is just a good time to relive the scene of that year. ”

Even if the white-masked man appeared, there was no worry on his face.

The golden blade and silver sword were held in his hand, and a thin layer of mist could be faintly seen coming out from above.

Seeing the posture of these two people, the others retreated to the side very interestingly.

The guy who has to deal with it seriously even if he doesn't have a life is definitely not a mediocre person.

These people are still on the sidelines, just watch out for them not to let them escape, and just watch the fight.

At the same time, in the inner world of the Abyssal Dragon.

The man in the black mask is turning the pile of grass under the tree into a mirror-like "grass board".

The glow of the grass slab reflected everything the Abyss Dragon's eyes saw.

"It's fate!"

He Huai saw that his life was fine, and his eyes suddenly burst out.

This is a character equivalent to the level of a demon god, how could he suddenly appear outside?

"Oh, it's lifeless, why is this guy. ”

The Black Mask Man saw through the dragon's eyes that his life was fine, and let out a sigh of misfortune.

"If someone else is okay, it's going to be hard to do. It's him, this guy is so difficult. ”

The black masked man held his forehead with his right hand, and his left hand slowly lifted and slowly slapped his thigh.

Although he looks very anxious, he can actually feel that he still has a sense of confidence in his heart.

After He Huai and the Black Mask Man saw that their lives were free, they each had their own thoughts.

Only Chu Ke looked at the appearance of the two of them, a little overwhelmed.

"What......'s going on? Who is it?"

Chu Ke looked at the white-clothed swordsman in front of the dragon, and said in his heart that he had been in the immortal realm for two or three years, and he had never heard of such a No. 1 master.

But judging from the reaction of the black-and-white masked man, this person's strength is definitely not low.

"Huh, boy, why didn't you react at all?"

At this time, the black-masked man found that Chu Ke's face was calm, and even looked at him with a little doubt in his eyes.

"This is one of the famous masters in your immortal realm, why don't you react at all?"

"Big master, I, I don't know......" An embarrassed but polite smile appeared on Chu Ke's face.

In terms of the degree of cognition of the masters of the fairy world, it is possible to pull out a person from the fairy world more than himself.

"You don't know the white-clothed sword immortal, are you from the fairy world?"

The black masked man looked at Chu Ke with a strange expression, he couldn't understand Chu Ke's situation.

In the small world, I was still surprised that Chu Ke didn't know that his life was not sick.

The white-masked man outside the small world has already fought with his life.

The white-masked man held a white jade stick, and every swing of it brought out a piece of white jade light.

In an instant, the overwhelming white light wrapped up his life.

But on the face of Fate Wuji, I didn't see any superfluous expressions.

The ancient well has no waves, and the ancient well has no waves.

"You guy!"

The white-masked man stared, and the stick in his hand instantly changed from three feet six inches long to eight feet three inches.

What was originally just a straight stick has now become a long stick.

"Look at the fight!"

The white-masked man with a long stick in his hand makes his moves even more ferocious.

Originally, he was still comfortable and still had the strength to live, but now he became serious.