No way. The rewards offered by Jogetsu Temple are not just for those in Jogetsu Temple. Even the people of the Meteorite Holy Pavilion and the Xuanfeng Daoist Temple were excited when they heard it. It's just that the traces of Xiao Wuyou are hard to find, just let it become a talking point.

Therefore, when we see reincarnation, coupled with reasoning, it is not difficult to judge the identity of Xiao Wuyou. At this time, the heartbroken Wanjun can be described as mixed. There's greed, there's shock, but there's one emotion that hides all the others, and that's jealousy.

Three souls are combined into one, and even the twin martial spirits can be envied, let alone three souls become one. Such talents, as long as they do not fall, will be amazing in the future. Unfortunately, this talent may not be in the legend, but it is not in him, but in a person he has been ignoring.

The end result of jealousy is the destruction of those who are more gifted than them. As long as a person dies, what kind of talents and qualifications he has can be traced back to ancient times.

"Haha, little friendless, I didn't expect you to be so stupid. Today, this stone forest is your graveyard. Die!" The feeling of killing has been unabashedly exposed.

Little Wuyou must die, and he must die here, at his own hands.

The little snowball neighed silently. Manma's combination broke through the 10,000 army and rushed directly in front of Xiao Wuyou, with great momentum. One shot and one horse, at this time, it has been in full swing.

"Drink!" However, in the face of such a breakthrough, if you take a step back, you will fall into absolute passivity. The only way to deal with this breakthrough is to hit hard.

I was on the left, my soul was on the right, and reincarnation was behind, and all three of them rushed through the hosts. In an instant, the most violent collision took place in the silent stone forest.

"Bang Bang Bang"

Melee combat is extremely dangerous. The soul martial arts that broke through the ten thousand armies had reached the realm of perfection. The combination of man and horse has brought unprecedented pressure to Xiao Wuyou. If there is no suppression of the eye of samsara, there is no barrier between the soul and the Buddha. Maybe he'll be beaten at the beginning, but it's not good for him.

Although Xiao Wuyou is in the tailwind, he is not in the mood to break the army. Xiao Wuyou's combat effectiveness is amazing. Of course, this is because he has the amazing gift of three souls. The more breakthroughs there are, the more jealous they become. The more jealous, the more cruel.

He didn't use dozens of moves to expand his advantage. Xiao Wuyou is like an immortal cockroach, and he fights very bravely.

After a long battle, the Breaker became impatient. The two figures are staggered. Po Wanjun immediately turned around and rushed to the front of Xiao Wuyou, shouting: "Soul martial arts, one horse and a thousand troops!"

The snow-white iron horse's snow-white body had a layer of scales on its surface, and the broken body of the army was also covered with a thick layer of armor. A man, a horse, turned into a heavy piece of armor, walked towards the little friendless and rolled over. Faced with this spiritual martial art, ordinary people have no choice but to avoid it.

But Xiao Wu is not an ordinary person. He saw the void soul suddenly appear and then gradually return. A dark vortex formed on his fist, accompanied by a faint but alarming breath. Xiao Wuyou himself clenched his fists, and a burst of colorful light shot out.

"One ride is a thousand, and there are no enemies at all!" When the heavy armored units arrived, the pikes opened fire.

"Nothingness, everything is devoured!"

"Chaos fights, chaos begins!"

"The power of reincarnation, the ninth reincarnation!"

This is the means by which Xiao Wu has three abilities and explodes at the same time. This is also his unparalleled three spirits, three miracles and six in one fighting skills.

"Bang!"

The impact rises, and the stone cuts through the sky.

After a long time, the light receded, the heavy armor was broken, the army returned to its original form, and the horseback snow beneath him gradually disappeared. Blood gushed out of his mouth and soaked through his clothes. His melancholy eyes looked at his back. There was only the shadow of a corpse, its clothes were torn, its long hair was scattered, its body was covered in blood, and the ground was full of his blood. Looks amazing.

But the figure was still erect, like nothing in the world could bend his back. This is Xiao Wuyou, his indomitable fighting spirit.

"Little Friendless" said, looking at Little Friendless's back in a deep voice.

"Breaking the Army" Xiao Wuyou looked back at the Broken Army, the mask on his face was gone, and his appearance was reflected in the eyes of the Broken Army. Little Wuyou's eyes are still full of never-ending fighting spirit, and there is a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he faces the challenge excitedly.

Seeing such a little martial artist who had defeated the army, he felt that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't beat the warrior monk of the Eight Heavens Martial Arts.

"Is that how the absolute name came from?" He said to himself.

If he is a thousand-mile horse, then the current sorrow is enough to be worth riding.

Break the silver teeth of the army and clench it, and wave away the inexplicable thoughts in your heart. If I don't solve the person in front of me, I'm afraid I won't have a chance in the future. However, his eyes looked at the stone forest behind him, and he just wanted to walk towards Xiao Wu's footsteps, but he stopped.

Although Xiao Wuyou is as strong as Xiao Wuyou, Po Wanjun knows that if he runs out of hole cards, he may not be able to leave the other party's side, but if he wants to kill Xiao Wuyou, he must pay a heavy price. At this price, maybe Wu Zun's grave has nothing to do with him.

Whether to kill the person in front of him or fight for Wu Zun's tomb, Wan Jun had two contradictory thoughts in his heart and hesitated. After a long time, he looked at Xiao Wuyou with a sad face and said, "Little Wuyou, let you go today." "When I get the tomb of Wuzun, you will be dead. ”

After speaking, Breaking Wan Jun turned around and left directly, got into the stone forest and disappeared.

After cutting off the way of the Ten Thousand Army, Little Wuyou's face turned red, and the same blood gushed out. Looking at his blood-drenched appearance, Xiao Wuyou breathed a sigh of relief in a sad smile.

The battle is not long, just a cup of tea, but the excitement of it can only be experienced by oneself.

Po Wanjun is really a second-rate master of Luo Qingtian and the three of them. With the cultivation and strength of Xiao Wuyou, we can reach a tie. If we don't think about Wu Zun's tomb, maybe we change places, and Xiao Wuyou will have to escape.

"It's not strong enough. Xiao Wuyou sighed, took a pill as he spoke, and sat down quietly.

After a long time, Xiao Wuyou stood up again, and his physical strength recovered by 80%. The immortal soul gave Xiao Wuyou a powerful ability to recover. As long as the injury is not too severe, you can fully recover after a period of rest.

After recovering from his injury, Xiao Wuyou continued on the road and entered the stone forest.

Half a day later, Little Wuyou came.

This strangely shaped stone forest is filled with a strange feeling. Xiao Wuyou always felt that there were countless pairs of eyes staring at him. But looking back, it was empty and nothing.

In this state of cultivation, the premonition of danger is an instinct, and it is almost impossible to be an illusion. He quietly took out a spirit sword, held it in his hand, and continued to walk forward.

Suddenly, a very dangerous feeling rose up behind him. He looked surprised and quickly spread out to dodge. A dark figure passed by him, then vanished into the stone. Because the speed of the car is too fast, Xiao Wuyou can't see what the bottom is.

"This stone forest is so weird," Xiao Wu said, frowning at the place where the shadow had disappeared.