Jun Mo took the old ghost's blood jade into his arms, and came to the Xudu Palace, but saw that the door of the Xudu Hall was closed, and the ghost pawns on both sides surrounded him first.

"Let your black and white sinister come out."

Jun Mo glanced at the ghost pawns present contemptuously, staring at each other, and he didn't have time to fight these meatballs.

"Lord Black and White, how can you just see it?"

The ghost pawn who took the lead was the leader of the troops at first glance, and the first one who was not afraid of death rushed up.

Jun Mo raised his hand and grabbed it in the air, and actually held the leader and clapped it, and threw it into the sky, and the ghost pawns were even more ready to move, slowly retreating, with a shocked look in their eyes, this is not a grade at all.

"Give Lao Tzu - get out!"

Jun Mo's face froze, and his voice blurted out, deafening, with the momentum of a dragon roaring for nine days and the earth trembling slightly.

All the ghosts threw down their weapons and rolled on the ground in pain with their ears covered.

Jun Mo lifted the front swing, strode over, and yelled again: "Black and white, come out quickly to see Benjun!" ”

With a loud roar, the copper wall of the Xudu Hall was turbulent, and two figures loomed out from the wall.

The black and white eyebrows tightened, and they glanced at each other, the person in front of them inexplicably gave them a sense of coercion from the depths of their hearts, and before they could do it, they felt a little discouraged.

"It's your honor to let Benjun kill you with his own hands, don't you kneel down and thank you!?"

Jun Mo touched his wrist, squinted at the black and white eyes, and the wild words in his mouth made people feel that Jun Mo's body was full of heavy rebelliousness, but this kind of arrogant words came out of his mouth, but people didn't feel a trace of frivolity, but it was taken for granted.

The black and white eyebrows were furrowed, and the arrogant people who didn't know where they came from were actually unobstructed at the entrance of the Xudu Palace, was it really when both of them were dead?

The black and white shuangsha started almost at the same time, his feet were like a law and he spoke lightly, his feet stepped on the void, the weapons in his hands were good at the wind, and he attacked on both sides.

The corners of Jun Mo's mouth hooked a bleak arc, his gaze instantly became like water, and everything that appeared in his eyes instantly turned into dead things.

The body did not move, the teleportation under his feet got out of the way, and a silver-white bow and arrow appeared out of thin air in Bai Sha's hand, and as soon as the empty string was hung, silver rays flashed, and the sword qi fell like rain.

Jun Mo's body is like a swimming snake, flipped in the air, more than flexible in the rain of bullets, Jun Mo turned over violently, and slapped his hand back, a colorful golden light containing lightning, straight to the white evil.

His sword aura was domineering, and it was unexpected, unlike the long whip of the black evil, at least you could see his movements before making a move, and he had to destroy the empty string sword of the white evil.

Bai Sha looked at the colorful lightning, and suddenly his complexion changed suddenly, what is this? This is the multicolored lightning that shocks the heavens, how can this monster be multicolored lightning?

When he was stunned for a moment, his already pale face suddenly turned blue and white, and the multicolored lightning contained the power of the spirit of all things, and before it was close, he had already felt the breath of death.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, Bai Sha's body was thrown, forming a parabolic shape in mid-air, slamming heavily on the door of the Xudu Hall and falling to the ground.

As soon as Hei Sha saw it, the empty string sword in Bai Sha's hand had been shattered, and his eyes were suddenly full of blood, regardless of 3721, he instilled all the internal force into the long whip, and rushed towards Jun Mo through gritted teeth.

"You...... You and the Dragon King...... Be...... What is the relationship? ”

Bai Xue said with a mouthful of black blood left from the corner of his mouth, and the painful and distorted expression could see how badly he was injured.

The Black Sharier stopped abruptly, as if he had thought of something.

But at this moment, the long whip in his hand had been coldly grabbed by Jun Mo, only to see Jun Mo backhand, his body flipped in the air, the entire long whip was cut off by him, and a sense of coercion rushed straight to the black chest.

"What do you say?" Behind Jun Mo's one hand, the red robe fluttered, and a murderous aura rose from behind him, reflecting each other with his blood-red eyes, like a demon king who came out of the flames of hell.

The black and white eyebrows were tightly locked, and they glanced at each other, with a look of jealousy:

"Shangxian, you and I are not people in the same world, what heinous crimes have the two of us committed, please explain!"

Jun Mo's cold eyes flashed with a look of interest, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, he liked this feeling of bullying people too much, especially since the opponent had given up the struggle and took the initiative to ask for a clear way to die.

"I don't know the reason, in short, the person who has any harm to Bai Yu, hum ......"

Jun Mo sneered twice, suddenly narrowed his cold eyes slightly, and continued: "You all have to die!" ”

The black and white pupils dilated, and they looked at each other in disbelief, but the two of them had already thought at the same time that they were the same party of the demon girl, but at the moment, it was too late to regret.

"That incident that day was instructed by Zhen Zhezi, you should go to him, why did you come to us?"

"Two, I'm too worried, Zhen Zhezi, this gentleman will definitely let him survive and not die."

After Jun Mo finished speaking, he felt that the time was almost up, and his palms were filled with a ball of ice and fire, ready to send them on their last journey.

"Assistant, dare to be presumptuous in my Xudu Palace!!"

A rebellious voice, thick and powerful, came with the blowing of clothes, before the person arrived, a finger of sword qi quickly slashed in front of Jun Mo, and smashed heavily between Jun Mo and black and white, blocking Jun Mo's movements.

If it weren't for his flash, I'm afraid that this finger of sword qi would penetrate through his body, enough to make a blood hole.

Jun Mo put away the Xuanbing Flame with his backhand, put one hand behind his back, and Danfeng's eyes narrowed slightly charmingly, revealing a terrifying edge, which fell on the body of the comer.

"Emperor Yinjun, his subordinates are incompetent!"

The white sha was relatively seriously injured, and the black sha hurriedly knelt on the ground and bowed his head.

Yin Jun flicked his sleeves, snorted coldly, glanced at the black and white doubles, his eyes fell on Jun Mo's body, his cold eyes exuded a sharp murderous aura, and the two looked at each other, as if comparing whose eyes could kill who first.

The yin wind is gusting, and the two are in a delicate state, but they have their own hearts and minds.

The corners of Jun Mo's mouth rose with a bewitching arc, he knew that Yin Jun was a monarch who protected his shortcomings, and he had long expected that he would hinder him, even if his subordinates committed heinous crimes, he would rather slap his subordinates to death with one palm than allow outsiders to touch a single hair of his subordinates.

Yin Jun looked at this rat generation deeply, he was a snake demon, three thousand years ago he made trouble in the underworld, the sin was unforgivable, if it wasn't for God's will, he could only imprison him and not break him, at that time, he could destroy him, and now, this snake demon actually came to the palace of Xudu to spread wilderness and injured his important ministers, isn't this a slap in the face?

It's just that if he hadn't come in time, the two guards would have been gone, and it was not difficult for him to see that at the critical juncture when his life was hanging by a thread, the Xuanbing Flame in the hands of the snake demon clearly contained the breath of the colorful thunder and lightning in the heavenly realm.

He, has he really cultivated into a real dragon?

The two of them didn't speak for a long time, Jun Mo hates people who are not straightforward the most, this old thing has a ghost in his heart, and he seems to know the righteousness, even if there is no Xiaoyu, he wants to compete with him.

I have heard that the Yin Monarch of the Difu never casts spells, and the talent of the heavy Jiang selected for three thousand years, the Yin Tianzhang, is his proudest cultivation, and he has never been taught.

Thinking of this, Jun Mo hesitated slightly, if he really killed Yin Jun, wouldn't the old ghost have to be his enemy?

"Yin Jun, this is a private matter between me and Black and White, you, if you don't want to lose face in front of this Jun, you should go back to the bubble bath, pick your teeth, and take some medicine to accompany your baby daughter."

Jun Mo snorted coldly, the corners of his mouth smiled, and it didn't look like the beginning of a vicious battle.

Yin Jun's eyes narrowed, and the demon who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, actually said wildly:

"Private matters, do you regard the Xudu Hall as your Chilian Cave? Come when you say it, kill people when you say it's killing? ”

Yin Jun had a harmless smile on the corner of his mouth, and he had long wanted to tear Jun Mo to pieces in his heart, raised his feet and stepped forward, pacing back and forth, after speaking, he suddenly looked at Jun Mo, and said sharply:

"There is a folk saying that it depends on the owner to beat a dog."

"Yes, yes, look at me, I'm old and confused at a young age." Jun Mo pretended to be melancholy, supported his forehead, hugged his arm and said with a confused face:

"They're dogs, you're a dog at best, and you've had dogs for three thousand years! It's not easy. ”

"You ......"

Yin Jun's eyes were cold, his gray beard trembled with anger, what should he do with this person? Was it fried or peeled first? Is it disemboweled, or should the five horses be divided and then sent to the eighteenth layer of hell?

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In the gap of space, King Bian Cheng stepped on the Qiankun Sword, wandering in a boundless darkness, to say that the Qiankun Sword, in the outside world, can be described as traveling thousands of miles a day, and can disappear without a trace in the blink of an eye.

But in this boundless darkness, it still stepped in place, no matter how long it moved, how long it galloped, there was still no reference around, even the distant stars, like the starry sky in the world, could not be reached.

King Bian Cheng's blue eyes were still as calm as water, but he had already been added a few bloodshots to his anxious mood, and now, he knew that he was far, far away from the exit, and if the distance from the outside world was enough to circle the earth several times.

Still didn't find any trace of Xiaoyu.

Suddenly, a drop of wet stuff landed on King Bian Cheng's face, and the Qiankun Sword under his feet was driven and came to an abrupt end.

King Bian Cheng looked at the white water droplets suspended in front of him, trembled, raised his hand and touched it gently, there was a hint of familiar taste:

"Tears?"

King Bian Cheng muttered to himself, frowning his good-looking sword eyebrows, like butterfly wings, flying obliquely into his sideburns, he let out a sigh of relief, I don't know why, he was so distressed.

It was hard for him to imagine how scared and desperate Xiaoyu was when she was alone in this darkness, you know, she rarely cried.

Suddenly, he regretted his indecision to the extreme, if he had taken her away in the Netherworld Mountain, she would not have fallen into the spatial rift.

His self-blame had melted his whole body, and his blue eyes gradually showed a trace of mist, like a blue crystal stone soaked in a cold pool, shining and dazzling, making people unbearable to look at.

If he couldn't find her, he couldn't muster up the courage to turn around and leave, always feeling that this was a red thread tied to his heart, and as long as he had the idea of giving up, he would be pulled by the pain of longing and remorse.