The two of them stepped out in one step, which is the other world. There is no luck in Dragon and Tiger Mountain, and the art of the green gods covers the heavens.

The two breaths spread in an instant, and before the monks of the Mountain Wild Immortal Gate had opened their eyes, they knew that there were guests entering the door, but the clear light on the wooden plaque on the waists of the two of them dispersed the thoughts in the hearts of many people.

Since it is a guest to the door, the main house is a little far away, which is not rude.

A few old men were just about to transmit the sound, but the breath of the two of them was fleeting, and they only knew that they had just stepped into the realm, and as for where they were, there was no way to know.

In the Yehua Palace, the night clothes were tired and dozing off in a pile of small mountain-like bamboo slips, as if dreaming of something sweet, and on the cold face, two drops of unsuitable crystal flowed from the corners of the mouth. The breath of the two of them was like a drizzle in a spring night, and they should have been silent, but they startled the night clothes by slapping the table and shaking down the bamboo slips on the ground.

The breath of the two came and went without a trace, and dissipated in an instant, leaving only a silly girl in place, smiling.

Lici, who was sitting on the side, saw the silly and happy appearance of the night clothes sitting in the sea of books, and realized that half of the daughter who had been cared for since childhood was inadvertently hung up, and the soul did not know where to fly here.

A few days ago, in the ancestral hall, the criminal Wei confessed to the crime of ineffective care, and he also made meritorious contributions. broke the news that the eldest lady was abducted by a man surnamed Bai, and she didn't return from a hangover for a day, and she was covered in alcohol when she came.

At that time, Lici didn't care about these words, and half of her daughter, who was naughty at night, was a little naughty, but she knew that the world was sinister and would not be easily abducted. Now it seems that the criminals Wei Kui and Bai are really heinous. Lici's beard is angry.

I thought that if you Bai Xiao dared to come to Yehua Palace and dared to kidnap my little princess, I would be two old punches without saying a word. If you don't come to Yehua Palace and hurt my daughter's heart, see if the old man doesn't stomp off your third leg for you.

Lici endured the stuffiness in his chest, and his heart was painful, and his heart was painful.

Since Wei Kui took over the autumn night ferry, he has not had time to complain. Either standing in the study to repair books, or on the cross-week boat of the ferryman. A Xianjia ferry is half of the money and the way, a careless, Yehua Palace's money bag is a trivial matter, accidentally make a few enemies, or turn enemies into friends is a big deal.

However, the lovers in the fairy gate on the mountain are not very immortal. The families and factions that can take over the ferry are all six holes in the same mountain, old foxes.

Wei Kui traveled a lot in the mountains when he was young, and he had a good reputation as a boy who scattered wealth.

The previous ferryman of the autumn night ferry was abolished, and his life and death were unknown. In addition, the relationship between the father Gongsun family, the largest financier of the cargo ship, and his own family is now extremely delicate, and after hearing that Yulu and his family were driven away from Yehua Palace, they collectively crossed the river and went to the north of Mobei to take refuge in the Gongsun family. It's just that whether the Gongsun family dares to accept it or not, it's worth playing. The current autumn night ferry can be described as panicking, and many disciples have retreated. After Wei Kui took over, he first thundered down on Wei Wei's relatives, and bloodily purged and rotated a group of middle and upper-level monks. He also personally promised that the existing disciples would no longer be confined to the difference between the outer and inner doors, but those who had talent and hard work could enter the inner door to practice. All businesses at the autumn night ferry port will pay half the tax within ten years.

The old move of a big stick in one hand and a radish in the other, Wei Kui's swing is called a tiger, but it is effective. Within three days, the autumn night ferry port has returned to its former liveliness.

Wei Kui was arguing with the three ferry owners in the council hall at this time, the scene was extremely chaotic, saliva was flying, and there was no appearance of a person from the Xianmen cultivating at all. On the contrary, it was the two people who bought vegetables in the vegetable market in Shijing, who quarreled for two cents, and refused to give up an inch of land.

But after all, they are all thinking about the interests of the sect. Those who win will not be complacent, and those who lose the quarrel and slam the door will not hold grudges. This made Wei Kui, who had just arrived and had a heavy fist in his hand, quite pleased.

When the four of them were accustomed to a war of words every day, Wei Kui was suddenly stunned for a few seconds, and then laughed to himself when he heard the scolding of the three of them, and when he was completely out of breath, he scolded with a smile: "He's still the most protective and rich in Longhu Mountain." ”

The palace master of Yehua Palace broke the saint, but it was a great joy in Dongmi Tianzhou, and everyone sent someone to congratulate the sect. The autumn night ferry port can be described as busy for a while. As for the reception, several people quarreled upside down, and there was no conclusion yet. At this moment, a wire report came, and the elder of Longhu Mountain, Qinglian Immortal Master, came to congratulate on behalf of the mountain gate and had arrived at the ferry.

Everyone was amazed, you must know that the Qinglian Immortal Master is notoriously unclose to the world's fireworks, this time he actually came to congratulate the gift, could it be that those rumors are really true?

Wei Kui didn't care about the gross profit, so he hurriedly rushed out of the door, and by the way, he informed the acting palace master of Yehua Palace, Lici.

When Lici heard the message, the violent temper went straight up, and Master Bai Xiao came to congratulate him? Okay, it's not been two days, and the parents have come to the door, and when they look back, they are still stunned.

Directly angry and rushed to the crown, snatched the door and left, regardless of whether he came to Longhu Mountain or not, he was pulled to the corner and beaten first.

Two shocks fell on the autumn night crossing, one yellow and one red, one before and one behind. The other had a smile on his face, and the latter was murderous.

Qinglian got off the boat and smiled and hugged her fists, her gods were as rich as jade, and her son was unparalleled.

Just smiled indifferently, and provoked a boat of women who were enjoying the scenery by the railing, and exclaimed: "It's really a beautiful scene in the world." ”。

Li Ci saw that his face was like white jade, and he was dressed in a green shirt, and he felt full of fairy spirit just by hugging his fist. Quietly asked Wei Kui in his heart: "Master Bai Xiao, it can't be him." ”

Wei Kui nodded quietly and replied in his heart: "Well, Dragon Tiger Qinglian." ”

Lici's face was embarrassed, and there was no murderous aura for a moment, and he stretched out his hand not to hit the smiling person, not to mention that this person was also a Yuanying Immortal in the same realm. If it's just a Yuanying Immortal, there is no pressure to beat Ci secretly, but the angry thing is that there is the word Sword Immortal behind Yuanying. If it was just a Yuanying Sword Immortal, Lici would still have the means to rectify it, and it would be worthwhile to say how many points of the sword immortal had the greatest killing power. But what is even more annoying is that this is the Yuanying Sword Immortal named Qinglian.

When he was a child, he was the booked sword one of the Five Elements Sword Sect, the pride of the sky. The young man broke away from the Five Elements Sword Sect. Turn the way of the sword into the way of the sword, and cultivate the sword technique into the sky. Before he was more than half a hundred years old, he was already a baby. According to the words of the Dao Saint, "It is expected to impact the youngest kendo saint in a hundred years." ”

"Immortal" Qinglian.

Lici smiled politely, and then used the excuse that the sect was heavy on affairs, and the posture was a little faster when he went than when he came, no way, this is really unbeatable.

At the same time, a blind old man sat thousands of miles away on the grassland, surrounded by a flock of sheep. The cold wind of the grassland blew his face wrinkled like a ravine on a dry earth, and his sideburns were like snow, but they were dry.

The old man Ansan struggled to hold the lamb in his hand and said, "When you grow up, it's good to grow up." ”

A tall man with an extremely heroic and thoughtful appearance rushed beside him, driving thousands of horses and stepping on distant mountains.

The old man named Ansan suddenly raised his head and looked at it as if he had opened his eyes.

The sound of horses' hooves? Not far off.

The person who looked at him was thousands of miles away, in the imperial pavilion, the prime minister of the Legalist family, the rumored scholar who wanted to win the half of the sky, the prime minister of the Great Qin Empire, and the merchant monarch.

Shang Jun stood on top of the dangerous building, with hundreds of miles of mountains and rivers at his feet, peaceful and prosperous. A young man who deliberately hid the wine gourd on his waist was in high spirits, climbed the stairs, hugged his fists and said, "Sir, I'm back." ”

Shang Jun was slender and pale, and although he had earth-shattering mental power, he never aspired to immortality. Squinting at the distant mountains, the wind and rain are 100 meters high, the wind and rain are coming, and the building is urging to urge. In the past, the blood soul army division, who wanted to settle thousands of mansions and shelter the world's poor people, finally fell into place.

Heaven and earth dare not meet me, I am convenient for the old gentleman to talk about a game, all beings in the world are sons, how fortunate it is.

Paper books fell from the rain, and after reading them, Shang Jun threw them in the stove at his feet, turned his head to look at his disciples, and said, "I saw what you wanted to see." ”

The person is the drunkard county commander Zhou Wenjing, Zhou Wenjing has taken off the seven-grade official robe, and is wearing the blue and white clothes of the five-grade Tongjiang general. Returned: "See." ”

Shang Jun squinted his eyes and asked, "How?" ”

Zhou Wenjing said lightly a sentence that sounded rebellious to outsiders: "His son can clear the world." ”

Shang Jun laughed, clapped his hands on the railing, you gamble on people's hearts and minds, and you can't see it. I believe in the righteousness of the world, and there is a definite number of right and wrong.

If you win, it is nothing more than a different lord of Great Qin, and if I win, there should be kindness in the world for a hundred years.

It's a big picture.

There are countless children in the world, how can there be peace outside the sky.

The soaring Night Field Pan sat on the walls of the Death Star Desert City, and the city was dead silent, and there were only a few dozen people on the wall, but most of them were already there.

The Yin and Yang Family, Wang Mingyang, returned from his travels in the barren land, followed by the three Saint Realm Heavenly Demons. A man in ink armor at the head of the wall got up, and was hammered by the three heavenly demons, his body swayed, but his breath did not languish at all.

Punching with empty hands, on the tip of the fist, a green dragon crawled out of both shoulders, and the dragon's groan shattered the void.

The three Heavenly Demons are all old acquaintances, and the moves of the two sides are no strangers. The last one was 100 meters tall and held a long stick with cold stones at each end.

When the long stick flipped over, the void splashed with invisible ripples, crashing into the sound of the dragon's groan, and both of them shattered to the ground.

The martial saint punched three times in a row, the fist was as fast as a dragon, a long lamp lit up in the dark starry sky, in the lamp tail light, there were old women doing laundry, young people standing up, young children reading, a candlelight, it contained ten thousand scenes in the world.

The fist intent turns one into three, and it is actually to punch the enemy. An extremely fast collision slammed into the body of the First Heavenly Demon, and the void body exploded with a blood flower, and then the Heavenly Demon Sheng's body rippled like water waves, and the fist intent brought out bursts of fluctuations and reverberates.

The man of the holy martial arts, the fist can shatter the stars.

The Heavenly Demon Sheng's body is composed of the hardest star iron and stone body in the starry sky, and with the fluctuation of his body, half of his strength is discharged from the body, so that the naked eye can see the wonders of the starry sky undulating like waves crashing on the shore. Rao is like this, and it is difficult to withstand the fist intent, and after the long lamp enters the body, it circulates and rags all over the body, and the beings gradually dim, and then explodes in the right arm, and half of the shoulder shrugs down.

Sheng Tie's eyes were fierce, he directly tore off the broken arm, his body skyrocketed by several meters, and he did not retreat but advanced, taking advantage of the martial saint's punch to return the salute.

The pitch-black palm slapped the dragon head on the ink armor, and the originally majestic and burly ink armor was stained green and yellow by rust, and there was no stop to the wailing of living beings, and half of the armor withered like falling flowers.

And the severed arm of Sheng Tie, after absorbing the qi of the creatures in the ink armor, is like a needle and thread, and it is sewn together at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Martial Saint Deyi casually slapped away the gradually withering debris on his armor, and said disdainfully: "Is my fist really that easy to pick up in the hundreds of worlds?" ”

Sheng Tie only felt that his abdomen was empty, and when he looked down, he realized that in the middle of the fist, on the chest of gold and iron, a small fist mark was about half a centimeter deep, which contained the fist intent of a martial arts saint for half a lifetime.

The fist mark exploded, and the two fist lights that were originally scattered drew an arc in the starry sky, hitting straight into the fist print. Three punches in a row, the fist is the full force of the Holy Realm.

Sheng Tie's entire chest shattered, and the minced meat that splashed on the side fell on the city wall with an incomparably ferocious Dao intent, making a sizzling sound.

The manifestation of the two heavens and the earth cancels each other out, and if the ice meets the fire, it leaves a small pit on the city wall, and then it dissipates.

Jin Fan scolded: "Okay, you grandson, I haven't seen Lao Tzu for a few days, and I will make a killing move when we meet." But his hand was not idle, he carried a long stick on his shoulder, shook it, and retrieved the head of Shengtie.

A knife flew in his hand, cutting the fist intent that followed him into thin strips, and took it back with the other hand and put it in his mouth. The fist intent is as dry and tasteless as chewing wax, and it spits out in one gulp.

Sheng Tie's only remaining head said on the side: "Don't waste your efforts, if his Great Dao Fist intent is so easy to cut off, taste it." I'm afraid it's already in my stomach. ”

Martial Saint Sun Xing doesn't count so easily let go of the three demons, the people leave money, the geese pluck their feathers, since they are here, how can they do it without leaving some tolls.

Punch the waves with both fists and punch non-stop in the starry sky. The first punch into Fan is only a long stick to open easily, the second punch into Fan has to hold the stick in both hands to be able to open, and then the fist is more and more urgent, dense, into Fan has to keep dodging, until there is no way to avoid, have to rotate the long stick to protect themselves.

A white stone flew out of his waist, rose for a thousand meters, turned into a starry sky and fell off the cliff, suppressing one side.

Martial saint Sun Xing's double fists are in the tide of the Qiantang River, one punch is higher than the other, and one punch is faster than the other. Dozens of fists overlapped in the tea room, and the fists were like a wave, splashing towards the white cliff.

The short knife in Ku Ding's hand slashed out, splitting the corner of the white tooth and the sky full of fists, and slashed straight at Sun Xing's head.

Overlapping fists? Really, this cattle slaughtering knife in my hand is used to chop vegetables?

In the face of Ku Ding's shocking sword, the martial saint Sun Xing consciously gave up the opportunity to overlap his fists again.

A body of strength reached its peak, the tide of Qiantang was one, the water was flooded all over the sky, and a hundred fists were turned into one punch, rushing out of the sky.

Under the washing of the tide, the cattle slaughtering knife qi was swallowed up. Jin Fan no longer dared to feel sorry for the magic weapon, and placed the white cliff in the center of the tide, and then the mountain cliff was shattered, and the power of the starry sky in the cliff scattered the tide in all directions.

Sheng Tie reshaped his body, spitting out a white bone, piercing the void, the cliff, the waves, and Sun Xing's fist.

The battle between the two sides has come to this point, but it is just a time for two mouthfuls and half a spring in the wine shop in the world. Although there were frequent dangers, the remaining nine people were still sitting cross-legged, and no one made a move, wasting their strength.

In the starry sky, as far as the eye can see, there is the hometown of the Heavenly Demon, even if only half a head is left, as soon as the star power in the void is pulled, it can be restored to the same as before in a few breaths.

Unless one or two Heavenly Demons can be trapped in the small world of the human body and slowly exhaust the star power in their bodies, it is possible to kill them.

Of the ten people on the city wall, three of them are just phantoms, except for the Martial Saint Sun Xing, most of the remaining six people have found the right time to refine the Heavenly Demon when they fought alone.

The body of a saint, the aura in the human body and the world is like the sea, and there is still a day when it dries up, if you use your natal supernatural power to shoot with all your might, I am afraid that within half an hour, the aura will be squandered.

The top ten saints sit at the head of the city One is to restore spiritual power and wait for the next time the Heavenly Demon storms the city, and the other is to sit for the rest of the saints and let them recover their spiritual power in the rear. Dozens of saints alternately attacked, enough to block the Heavenly Demon for more than half a month.

Therefore, every siege battle is particularly bloody. Thousands of Yuan Infant Realm Heavenly Demon exchanged his body for his life to get ten people in the city to make a move, once there was a sword cultivator or Mo Xiu with great killing power, the Holy Realm Heavenly Demon would block it with his body. In particular, the Heavenly Demon of Shengtie, whose physique is transformed into a star, is particularly difficult, although the killing power does not leave, but it is almost impossible to kill, sticking to you like kraft candy until the spiritual power is exhausted.

Wang Mingyang's black and white robe was mostly tattered, but he couldn't hide his excitement, and after thanking the martial saint Sun Xing, he flew into the back of the city wall.

Sun Xing flicked his fingers, and an avatar walked out of his body, sitting behind the city wall. But he walked into the corner and stood next to a newcomer who had only ascended to the sky yesterday, his words were full of pride, and he said: "Bai Tu, how was that punch just now, is there a scene of the tide in Qiantang back then." ”

The man was wearing blood-colored ancient armor, and the position of the sword at his waist was empty, but there was a long sword in the shape of a woman pinned to the other side, which looked extremely strange.

Bai Tu remembered the scene when he first saw Sun Xing, he had not yet achieved the martial saint, he was still a hairy boy who had just entered the rivers and lakes, in order to show off, when the tide of the Qiantang River was high, a person rushed into the heart of the tide, punched the tide, and the martial arts and the river tide collided, and flew up a hundred meters of huge waves. Then because he hindered Bai Tu's military training, he was chased and killed by Bai Tu's personal commander Qianqi for several days.

The two later drank together in the mountain temple, and there was a cook who liked to practice knives and roasted chicken, which can be said to be unknowing.

Bai Tu recalled the past, couldn't help nodding lightly, and said regretfully: "It's a pity that the old cook is gone." ”

Sun Xing sat on the ground with a white butcher plate, took off the wine jug from his waist, and said after drinking a glass: "The strength of which sheng iron is not very strong, but the natal supernatural power is indeed strange, and it is the body of a hundred deaths. Ten years ago, during the Battle of the Blood Moon, in order to save me, Ku Ding killed the cow three times in a row. Chopping the sheng iron into meat foam, his own spiritual power was almost exhausted. Several Saint Realm Heavenly Demons took advantage of the void and besieged Ku Ding, and although I fought to the death, I could not break through the wall of arias. Ku Ding was robbed of his body, his memory, and his natal knife. ”

In the past hundred years, the Martial Saint and the Kitchen Saint joined hands to ascend, breaking the boundary between heaven and earth, and entering the heavens and the outer heavens to eliminate demons. The two have been friends since they practiced, and they broke the holy realm together, which can be described as a miracle in the world.

Now things are, people are, and no, how can it not make people sigh.

Sun Xing drank the wine bitterly, burst into tears as he spoke, and pointed to the blood moon hanging outside the city wall, monitoring every move in this place all the time, and scolded: "Dog, come and kill me." ”

Ku Ding had already left, but Sheng Tie stood outside the city wall, and he didn't scold, just lazily lying in the void.

I heard that the new ascension to the three holy realms was not known to be tempered, what the means were, whether it would tickle me or cut off my head. If you can't help but make a move, it's best to hit one or two natal powers, and the next time you attack the city, there will be a few fewer variables.

The body of a hundred deaths without sheng iron hid in the void, and said with a smile: "I don't know why these humans care so much about a pair of skins. As long as every time the Martial Saint Sun Xing improves a little, as long as he pulls Ku Ding here, all his strength will inevitably be exposed. Why bother, every time you make a force, you have an extra chance to die. ”

Sheng Tie reclined and admired the moon and asked, "Maybe he really wants his old friend to rest in peace." If I die, will you grieve for me? ”

Jin Fan tilted his head and thought for a while, then pretended not to hear the playing with the stick, and finally said, "Maybe." ”

Sheng Tie smiled slightly, our starry sky and heavenly demons have only been able or unable since they were born. When it appeared may be a say. into the mortal, I'm afraid it's really into the mortal.

All the hundred worlds, all the sons and hundreds of schools, now withered and dilapidated, there are still a few saints left to defend the city for the world, a hundred schools and hundreds of schools, which can only be empty talk.

Bai Tu got up and walked to the edge of the city wall, where is the sheng iron, I really have a good temper.

Bai Tu was about to draw his sword, but Martial Saint Sun Xing hurriedly stopped him and said, "Bai Tu, don't be reckless. If you don't die with one blow, the depths of the starry sky will know your approximate strength and footing, and the gains outweigh the losses. ”

Bai Tu looked back and tilted his head: "You two were bullied back then, didn't you come to me to save the field that time, but now that you have become holy, and you have become the top ten great saints in the Holy Realm, you think I can't do it?" ”

Bai Tu drew his sword, thousands of troops fired in unison, and the war horses roared and rushed out. Sheng Tie was difficult to retreat for a while, and with all his remaining strength, he hit Jinfan into the depths of the starry sky behind him, and one person withstood the pressure of thousands of troops.

Among the thousands of troops, a ghost will set up a scarlet blood flag, tie the sheng iron to the flag, and thousands of ghost soldiers will draw their swords together. Every time Sheng Tie is resurrected, thousands of troops and thousands of swords will fall once, until the body of a hundred deaths is a hundred deaths, Sheng Tie and the soul are crushed into pulp, and there is no possibility of resurrection.

If you don't wear a butcher's knife, I'm not slaughtered?

Slaughter, white sky.

Martial Saint Sun Xing's eyes popped out, when he first entered the Holy Realm, he had such power. Hurriedly returned to his fifth position on the city wall, kicked at the fourth Guiguzi and the sixth Ruguan monk, and said, "A little later, don't you see my Bai Shen brother?" ”

Bai Tu, under the pseudonym Bai Shen, quietly entered the sainthood and flew to the sky without the world knowing.

Bai Shen waved his hand and said, "No need, I don't like too high a position." ”

Sun Xing scolded with a smile: "Follow the customs of the villagers, since you have come to the Dead City of the Desert Star, you must abide by our rules." ”

Guiguzi woke up and opened his eyes, and happened to see the majesty of the thousands of troops, bowed to his fists, and sat in the fifth place that belonged to Sun Xing.

On the city wall, with the first position that has not changed for thousands of years, he said: "No need, Bai Shen, come and do this." ”

The figure shifted slightly to the side, leaving a small vacant space. This place does not belong to the top ten saints, nor does it belong to ordinary saints, which can be regarded as an extremely rare position. In the past hundred years, only two people have had such an honor, one is the Fire Saint Zhurong, and the other is the Dao Saint Qingshen.

The former dragged the sunfall star and broke into the depths of the starry sky alone, making it difficult for the Heavenly Demon to recover for decades.

The latter lined up the heavens, joined forces with the Dao One True Sage, and planned to create a desolate star dead city, when the depths of the starry sky were difficult to enter for a hundred years.

The ten great sages all woke up except for the second one, and they all looked at Bai Shen, who had just entered the heavens and whose origin and feet were still unknown.

Bai Tu didn't want to excuse himself, so he sat in the open space next to Dao Yi Zhensheng, the old man's hair was white, and he seemed to be just an ordinary old man. He patted Bai Tu on the shoulder and said, "Thank you." ”

Bai Tu was stunned, and then smiled bitterly, but he also accepted it calmly. Thank you for all beings in the world, except for the first Dao Yi who has achieved the saint realm, and then guarded the world for a thousand years, I am afraid that there is no other way.

The rest of the sons and hundreds of schools were amazed, and pricked up their ears, not knowing what this person had done to make the true saint thank him.

But the next words made the ten people in the city want to escape into the world.

I saw that Bai Shen, who was in the second place, closed his eyes and was silent twenty years ago, and only the sword intent became more and more cold, and he said, "Father, it's hard work. ”

Twenty years ago, since the death of his daughter, the old monk entered the meditation, like a dead tree, only when the war was in danger, he occasionally came out of the sword, and the sword was shocking.

The thin body of the Sword Dao Ancestor actually trembled, and when he opened his eyes, a sword intent slashed out from the starry sky, and the place he passed, the death star, and the dust were all wiped out. Just from a distance, a chilling sword aura slashed through the tip of the nose of this unknown man, splitting the blood moon that had been watching this place for hundreds of years.

The immortal sword slashes the moon.

Bai Tu was still kneeling, but his spine was straight, like a green pine. The hoarse voice of the Sword Master said, "Leave my daughter's matching sword behind, and get out." ”

Bai Tu's pseudonym is Bai Shen, Shen is his wife's surname, and the sword on his waist is also his wife's sword, named Cangxi.

Just as everyone was silent, an old man in ink clothes flew up from the Nether Realm and said in a loud voice: "Old swordman, guess what I saw, your grandson. ”

Then I realized that the atmosphere on the city wall didn't seem to be right, and a chill spread from the soles of my feet all over my body. Looking up, the wreckage of the blood moon split in two in front of him was floating in the sky, and he immediately changed his words: "You really cut the moon when you said that you cut the moon." Okay, grandpa, I'll serve you. I'll be your grandson from now on, okay. ”

On the sword saint's body, a sword intent slashed out, and the Mo family saint's body twisted around the heavens and the earth, and the sword intent slashed to the heavenly demon who happened to come to inspect thousands of kilometers away.

Poor Heavenly Demon Jinfan just flew out, and was weirdly hit by a volley of sword qi, and his body was shattered seven or eight, and it was irreversible and irreversible, and it was irreversible, and it was impossible to recover, and in a few years, I am afraid that I don't want to see the scenery on the city wall again.

Mo Sheng, an old man with unkempt hair like a bird's nest, the third Great Sage, the Organ Realm can turn all the Dead City of the Desolate Star into its own world. Most of the aftermath of the battle that fell into the city was diverted by him, and if it weren't for this, the walls would have remained the same for a hundred years, and the inner city would have been in ruins long ago.

The Mo Saint and the Sword Saint are both people of the same era, and the relationship is quite familiar, and for the Sword Saint who has never intersected with others, it is an old friend.

Mo Sheng didn't mind the Sword Saint's casual slash, his big nose full of wine lees snorted two breaths, and said, "Since my son has come to see you, just take away the bad and look like an elder." ”

Bai Tu whispered: "Xiao Xiao is in Longhu Mountain, and he is a disciple of Aoki. ”

The Sword Saint snorted coldly: "You don't have to return the sword." ”

Mo Sheng hurriedly picked up the second half of the sentence: "Don't roll away, people are all saints, and they are still rolling around, what do they look like." Old swordhead, don't you say? ”

Bai Tu held the sword in both hands, placed it on the futon, and turned to leave.

As soon as the Sword Saint thought of his little grandson, who was born to be the great enemy of the world, his thin body trembled more and more, his eyes moistened, and he slapped back the sword of the quiet nest on the futon, and scolded: "Everyone in the world says that I cultivate the Ruthless Dao. Abandoning your family and children, you are really ruthless. ”

Bai Tu took the sword and never looked back, but his body trembled slightly.

The Sword Saint said: "You are indeed worthy of heaven and earth, worthy of the gratitude of Daoyi, but you are worthy of my daughter and my grandson. If you can't even take care of my grandson in the future, even if Wanfu points out, the old man will still behead you. ”

Bai Tu turned around, bowed deeply, and disappeared into the inner city.

The ten people on the city wall, as long as they were not fools, guessed Bai Shen's true identity, but before a single saint spoke, they all seemed to turn a deaf ear.

Mo Sheng sat on his third futon and whispered, "My ten years of care in the world have expired. Since it's boring to stay in the city, why don't you go to the world and be that God, and by the way, look at your grandson, who looks like a handsome. ”

The Juggernaut closed his eyes tightly and refused to answer.

The Confucian monk took over the post of Mo Sheng, took care of the world for ten years, and before leaving, he asked: "How is the world now?" ”

Mo Sheng scolded: "What else, it's smoky and messy." ”

The monk clasped his fists and saluted, and then went down to earth.