The clouds above the sea of the underworld were pressed by black, piled up extremely thick, and it seemed that this day was about to be unable to hold this thick cloud, and it was about to fall into the sea, but there was also a round of sunset rushing to join in the fun, tearing through the black clouds to project their red afterglow on this lifeless area.

The child ran ahead of the priest and turned around and asked, "Sister, why are you here?

The priest stared at the sea and did not answer the child's fairy tale, but then withdrew his gaze and put it on the child.

The child is carefree and always curious about new things, and even if he doesn't get an answer, he suddenly leaves it behind and runs to a rock, opening his hands to embrace the not-so-beautiful sea breeze.

The priest held it lightly in her hand, and a snow-bright and sharp fairy sword appeared steadily in her hand. Slowly approaching the small figure, the priest raised his sword and pierced the child's body from behind.

The child's body shook uncontrollably, blood spat out of his mouth, and his small head slowly turned around, and when he saw the person holding the sword behind him, his eyes were full of disbelief and sadness.

"Sister...... Why ......" The child's faint voice drifted in the wind, and he felt his eyes blood, full of fear and despair, and overwhelming heartache.

The priest's eyes were red, and his hands trembled even if he had killed thousands of ghosts and ghosts. One pulled out the fairy sword, and the blood with temperature splashed on the spotless immortal clothes of the priest.

The child fell backwards, and the priest reached out to catch the child, and by the afterglow it was reflected on the ground, pulling out a beautiful and intimate shadow.

The priest leaned over the child's ear and whispered, "Of course, sentient beings are inferior to you, but I can't lose sentient beings because of you."

The priest took the child's body, stained with blood, and walked slowly to the shore, where he threw him lightly into the sea on his forehead. The moment it touched the water, the child turned into a huge kun, almost occupying half of the sea of the underworld, and the blood left from the kun stained the entire sea of the sea of the underworld in a few moments, like a pool of blood, six hells.

As the blood spread, a rumbling roar began to appear on the bottom of the sea, which made people feel terrified when they heard it. The priest's hand holding the fairy sword slowly tightened, staring at the water without moving an inch.

The terrifying roar grew louder and louder, and the sea of the dead began to churn in huge waves, and the black clouds in the sky shook with it, as if they were about to fall to the bottom of the sea.

"Wow"

A huge sound of water sounded, and a black dragon broke out of the waves. The black scales glistened in the afterglow, revealing a bloodthirsty darkness. The two sharp horns are stuck straight into the head, which is not as powerful as the real dragon, but it also increases the number of people. There are sharp fins on the back, and they grow majestically to the tail. The eyes are as big as copper bells, glowing blue, and the mouth is full of fangs.

The huge waves almost drenched the priest, but fortunately, the priest reacted quickly to avoid it.

The dragon rushed straight up, jumped in the black clouds, and then jumped out of the black clouds, and attacked the kun floating on the sea with its bloody mouth open.

The priest's fairy sword flew towards the dragon, hitting the dragon's head before the dragon could get close to the dragon, sending the dragon flying to the other side of the sea.

The priest quickly flew in front of the kun, and with a slight spell, the kun became smaller at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally took on the appearance of the child again. The priest scooped the child out of the water, flew to the shore, and gently placed the child on the shore, setting up an enchantment for him.

Jiaolong has not tasted muddy for thousands of years, and now he smelled a little fishy, and he was disturbed, and the fire accumulated for thousands of years came out in one go, and he rushed to the priest in a rampage at the moment.

The priest turned around and was hit by the dragon fiercely. Jiaolong's head was against the priest, and directly knocked the priest down on the boulder, smashing out a huge pit, and even knocking off the ice silver mask on the priest's face, and a beautiful face was completely presented.

The priest grabbed the dragon's horns and threw it into the sea with all his might, smashing the waves high and high.

The priest patted the ash on his body, flew out of the pit with the fairy sword, hung in front of the dragon, and looked at the dragon condescendingly.

I don't know if it's because of the setting sun, Jiaolong's big eyes that were originally blue faintly appeared red, and the priest squinted, and a fire suddenly erupted from Jiaolong's mouth. With the sword as a block, he instantly made a silver barrier to resist the tongue of fire. The other one who was idle at the priest used his immortal power and hit the fire that the dragon spewed.

Suddenly, the dragon's fire slammed back on his head, scorching a large handful of hair. Jiaolong looked up to the sky and roared, the sound shook for thousands of miles, and the priest felt that his eardrums were about to be broken, and glanced at Jiaolong with disgust.

The dragon suddenly dived from the air to the bottom of the sea, and then stirred up a wave of water, shining in the aftersun. The sea slowly returned to calm, and Priest Wan flew over the lake, squinting again at the seemingly calm sea.

Priest Wan secretly speculated in his heart: Hiding back? According to Jiaolong's temperament, it is unlikely that this will happen......

Just as he was thinking about it, the sea under the feet of Priest Wan suddenly became turbulent, and the huge dragon broke out of the sea with a big mouth and swallowed the priest directly.

Just as the dragon circled the sky, a white light flew out from the top of its skull, and then its horns and priests were grabbed and thrown to the land.

The dragon slammed into the land, and the dust rose several feet high. The priest didn't even bring a sword, so he flew over directly, and pressed the Jiao's head to beat him violently. Although he was bare-handed, every time he hit it, it seemed to weigh 10,000 catties, and Jiaolong struggled but didn't stand up.

Divine Officer Wan is the first military general under the throne of Queen Mother of the West, and his combat effectiveness is naturally strong.

After beating hundreds of times, seeing that the Jiao's head was about to be deformed, the priest stopped, sealed his hands, raised the fairy sword, and flew towards the Jiaolong with a wave of bone-chopping qi.

"Bang"

A loud bang pulled down the curtain of this battle, and the huge body of Jiaolong slowly dissipated.

"Poof"

The priest spat out a mouthful of blood that had accumulated in his heart, and his body shook, and the powerful god appeared thin. Turning around and walking towards the barrier where the Kun was placed, looking at the children inside as if they were asleep, the priest opened the barrier with a gray face.

Picking up the child, I probed his pulse, and there was a faint beat.

"Kid, are you still alive...... It's a big life, but it doesn't seem like I will live long."

The priest lowered his head and gave him a gentle kiss on his forehead, "The heart of the god is made of stone, and he breaks off love, but mine is softer, and I have mercy and I will give it to you", the long fairy sword shrunk into a short knife and appeared in the priest's hand, the slender fingers moved slightly, and the tip of the sword pointed at the priest.

Without the slightest hesitation, the priest held the fairy sword and stabbed it into his heart, and forcefully slammed an inch inward, cutting a bloody hole downward. The priest put his hand into the opening, and took out a blue stone heart with a painful face, and his face turned pale in an instant.

Putting his heart into Kun's body, the child's pale face recovered a little, and his pulse beat more powerfully.

The priest sighed weakly, but a smile appeared on her face, and she looked at the child, and said, "I'm sorry...... Sentient beings are inferior to you for half a cent, but I have lost you because of sentient beings, I am not a good sister, then I will repay you with the suffering of three lives."

The priest laboriously raised his hands and formed a spell between the two of them.

As a curse, a blue circle of light wrapped around a kun and a roc, slowly blending into the child's forehead.

Standing up with the child in his arms, the priest staggered forward, "This place is really bad...... I'll take you away", after saying that, there were no priests and children in the same place.

An unknown mountain, a lake.

The priest stumbled to the shore of the lake with the child in his arms, and fell to the ground unable to support it, but he protected the child in his arms well. The sunset has ended, and now there is only a lonely moon in the sky, which increases the sense of desolation.

As soon as the priest cast a spell, the child in his arms began to glow with blue light, and his body slowly shrank, and finally became a small fish.

The priest carefully held the small fish and lowered him into the lake, "I'm sorry...... I can't take you back to where you came from......"

The priest's body slowly dissipated, like a white firefly, scattered into a ball, not knowing where to float and where it would eventually go......

The small fish, which had just been released into the lake, surfaced and spat out a bubble on the surface.

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