There is no discoloration between heaven and earth.

There are no ghosts crying wolves in the Journey to the West cave.

The petals falling in the air even brought a faint fragrance, covering up the rich bloody atmosphere in the field.

Everything is so beautiful.

But at this moment, Pu Lao's eyes showed a solemn look, and he looked straight ahead with great vigilance.

Or more accurately, staring at corpses that have long since been unrecognizable.

The corpses came from the demons of the various inquisition offices.

When they were alive, they didn't bring much trouble to Pu Lao and Sister Chun, and now that they are dead, it stands to reason that they can't control the situation of the war.

But Yang Tianxiao can raise the corpse.

When the Netherworld Flower falls, it can bring people back to life.

One or ten little demons are not to be feared, but hundreds, unkillable little demons, are enough to entangle Pu Jiao and Sister Chun.

Especially now that the vitality of the two is sharply overdrawn.

Even if it's just for a moment.

The real showdown between the strong is only in an instant.

Of course, that's not the most critical.

The most important thing is that until now, the old guy does not dare to entrust his life and death in the hands of Pu Lao.

The reason is simple.

Pu Lao,

It's not a person who is in the same vein as mountains and seas.

When the old guy was still in the Shanhai Bar, he had never taken Mo Xiaochuan to see Pu Lao, and before he left, he wanted to trust the twelve bosses who were lonely on Qingshui Street.

The other eleven, the old guy personally dragged Mo Xiaochuan to see him, but when he arrived at Boss Pu, he only briefly explained to Mo Xiaochuan from afar.

The old guy didn't know if Pu Lao was a nail in Qingshui Street from several other adjudication offices, even in the previous rounds of wars, Pu Lao seemed to have done his best, but it was a matter of life and death, and even the fate of the entire mountain and sea, the old guy didn't dare to be careless.

However, the two people who were originally able to check and balance each other on Qingshui Street and Pu Lao are now gone.

Mr. Lu died in the Journey to the West Cave.

Sister Chun has been carried away by Lao Wang from the hole that Li Ai punched out.

But even so, at this time, there was not much sadness on the old guy's face, just like Qin Weiyang behind him, his eyes were calm.

Qin Weiyang didn't look at the demon corpse on the ground, but looked at it from afar.

There seemed to be some curiosity between the eyebrows.

But I don't know if I am curious about Yang Tianxiao's true face, or if I am curious about where he will come from.

Yang Tianxiao swept Qingshui Street, Qin Weiyang was not present, and the two had never met before this.

After all, Yang Tianxiao is not a person who is in the same vein as mountains and seas.

Liang Xiaodao did not appear, Xu left from the tunnel with Lao Zhu's stump, so the person lying at the feet of everyone at this time was not Lao Zhu, but Xu Youbin.

Or more precisely, Xu Youbin, who was borrowed by Brother Ji to return his soul.

I don't know why, Mo Xiaochuan let Lao Wang go, let Sister Chun go, and finally let Liang Xiaodao take Lao Zhu's body away, but only Xu Youbin was left.

In this regard, the old guy did not express his opinion, and Qin Weiyang just laughed it off.

As for Xu Youbin, or Brother Ji himself, he seems to be still adapting to his new body, and he doesn't seem to be worried at all that he will be affected in the next big war.

Perhaps those who have died once have already looked down on life and death.

The field was very quiet, but there was no depression of the mountain rain coming, but the moon bracelet on the old guy's wrist, the light was much dimmer than before, as if it would be extinguished at any time.

"Would you like to give it a try?"

The old guy suddenly muttered, there was no subject.

But Qin Weiyang, who was standing behind him, smiled and said, "The little girl's cultivation has not yet recovered, not to mention, the mission of the little girl is not you." ”

The old guy pursed his lips, knowing that Qin Weiyang was telling the truth.

But he didn't give up.

"It's all the same, if Lao Tzu really burps today, the little rabbit cub won't survive, you help me, you are helping him. What's more, I'm still your fan, you are such a big actress, are you so kind of to your fans!"

This time, Qin Weiyang didn't answer, just smiled and shook his head.

The old guy immediately rolled his eyes: "Beauty, alas, it's too thick-skinned." ”

Qin Weiyang's eyes were full of charm, and a snow-white fox tail behind her gently swept her hair.

"If the skin is thinner, the little girl will be doomed when King Wu is defeated. ”

"Cut!"

The old guy despised Qin Weiyang fiercely in his heart, and finally offered the final price: "I'll kill you first later, you just need to help me stop Yang Tianxiao for thirty seconds." ”

"Five seconds. ”

"Twenty seconds, after the deed is done, I will give you another pot of poplar branch nectar. ”

"Ten seconds. ”

This time, the old guy was really annoyed: "Isn't it interesting? Lao Tzu is all ten seconds and ten seconds down! You're good, you actually give me five seconds and five seconds to add up! Is there any virtue of respecting the old and loving the young?"

If Mo Xiaochuan could hear this, he would definitely sigh, the old guy is probably the only one in this world who talks about virtues to monsters.

But it turns out that the old guy's words really worked.

"Fifteen seconds, after the matter is completed, the little girl will borrow the true pupil for use. ”

The old guy was bored for a long time, and seeing that Manzhu Sawa in the air had begun to sprinkle down as if he didn't want money, he finally nodded and responded: "Okay." ”

As soon as the words fell, a mist gradually spread among the graceful flowers, and the demon corpse on the ground did not react in the slightest, but a huge black shadow pressed down in the air.

"Roar!"

Without warning, Pu Lao let out a roar of rage, shaking away hundreds of clusters of flower mist, revealing eight pairs of eyes looming in the depths of the mist.

Immediately afterwards, the fox tail behind Qin Weiyang swayed slightly, and the whole person disappeared, I don't know if he disappeared into the fog or went somewhere.

The old guy patted his buttocks, and stood up from the bluestone in front of the cave for the first time, the top hat on his head seemed to be glued to it, and it didn't move at all, and it didn't look like a fairy wind at all, but it was a little funny.

But the eight heads in the mist, and the black shadow in the air, did not smile.

Instead, he subconsciously stepped back.

They are all old men in the same vein as mountains and seas.

So they know how mysterious and powerful the big butler Mo Jingshan is.

But it has come to this point, and there is no way back.

Now Mo Xiaochuan is entangled by a unicorn in the mountain behind the Westward Journey Cave, and this is their best opportunity.

It's just a pity that at this critical juncture of the life-and-death war, they still didn't dare to take the lead.

And the old guy didn't wait.

Qin Weiyang promised to help him stop Yang Tianxiao for fifteen seconds.

There can be no delay.

Therefore, in the next moment, the old guy's shiny black leather shoes gently stepped on the bluestone, and the whole person broke through the air, the fuchsia suit was hunting in the fog, and the top hat on his head was like a huge hammer, hitting the sky!

The old guy said he was going to kill him first.

That is, the dark shadow in the sky.

But in fact, at this moment when life and death were at stake, the old guy went towards the eight pairs of deep pupils in the depths of the fog!

"The Classic of Mountains and Seas: Overseas East Longitude" contains: "In the valley of the rising sun, there is a god called Tianwu, which is for Shuibo." It is a beast, with eight heads and eight legs and eight tails on the human face, all of which are green and yellow. ”

The old guy's first target is God's Heavenly Wu!

Perhaps feeling the great terror between life and death, Tian Wu's reaction was also not slow, and almost at the moment when the old guy's body took off, he spat out eight columns of water of different colors from his eight big mouths, heading towards the old guy!

However, the color of the water fell on the old guy's top hat, but it splashed everywhere and fell on the suit, and it was so difficult that even the old guy's tie could not be soaked!

In the next second, the old guy came to a pair of frightened eyes.

He raised his fist.

Not as big as a casserole.

On the contrary, it looks a little thin.

However, it is extremely well maintained, and the tight skin can be broken by blowing.

There were no sparks in the fist, and there was no wind gang, so it quietly landed on Tianwu's first head.

Immediately, flesh fell from the sky.

The old guy, with one punch, blew Tianwu's head up.

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