Everyone in the Divine Society knew that George was very strong, because he was the head of the Four Great Holy Envoys after all. But with the exception of Ed and Krufa, few people really knew how terrifying George was, not even the other three who were also the Four Great Envoys and Kanter, who was the headmaster.

The strongest person in the Mesozoic Era should be Zhurong, this is the cognition of every member of the Divine Society.

But they ignored one person.

A family owner who spends all day and wine.

George had long been a person at the peak of the ninth order, and the entire Divine Society, except for Kanter, was the strongest. Once George unreservedly used all his strength, it was impossible for him to give up the name of the strongest man of his generation to anyone.

In fact, in Ed's eyes, even Principal Kante may not be able to eat George.

This baffled him.

George's strength baffled him.

The age gap between the four holy envoys is not big, the talent gap is not big, the bloodline gap is not big, it stands to reason that there is not much difference in their strength, but why can George stand out and ride the dust?

If George practiced hard in private, and would look at London at four o'clock in the morning with his shirtless pants every day, it could be said that he had cultivated his strength through hard work, but in fact, the Blue Dragon Holy Envoy had lived in life over the years in addition to women and women.

He can still have such diligence under the drunken gold fan, which is not in line with common sense at all, nor is it in line with the way of heaven.

The cold temperature of the air gradually entered through every pore of Ed's body, and the cold froze the blood, and the white arm gradually turned purple.

The temperature of the ice field is as low as minus tens of degrees, and Ed is indeed a little unbearable in a single suit, not to mention not exercising much?

He shook his finger, and flames appeared from a fist or so above his skin, and it took a full ten minutes to thaw completely.

Ed shook his arm, which was still a little stiff, thinking that there was an answer to the question.

When my father entered the Temple of the Gods with my mother, I actually entered the ice field of purgatory, where they practiced for more than a month, and my father relied on that time to achieve the peak of strength, and my mother died for some reason.

Then, my father left on his own, and for the next twenty years he made no progress...... Or not much progress.

Judging from his father's changes, his mother's death was not painful for him.

Ed lowered his eyes.

But if that's the whole truth, there's no reason for George to change his memory.

The memories that she didn't have and that Ani had led to completely different motivations and thoughts between the two.

What is it?

Although it's just a fool's dream, why does Aini have such a strong revenge**?

And...... If the ultimate gateway to the Temple of the Gods was purgatory, the father would not be responsible for the mother's death.

Ed hammered the hammer on the head, only to feel some pain there.

He re-entered the ice cellar, and with the experience of the previous time, this time he quickly reached the bottom.

His hand suddenly touched something very hard.

Surprisingly, it wasn't cold, at least not that biting feeling.

He stared intently.

It turned out to be a key.

A quaint and cumbersome key.

After seeing the key, Ed's head hurt even more, and countless images suddenly came to mind.

He could no longer control his bearing as the student council president.

The sound of 'poof' sounded, and he knelt on the ground weakly, looking like a child.

Those fragments were memories he had lost, no, I should say that they were stolen memories.

Ed clutched his head, and it took a while for him to recover.

His gaze was a little solemn, and there was a vague anger.

This anger gradually turned into murderous energy.

He wanted to kill.

Suddenly there was a wolf howl in the distance.

Ed pulled the void from his waist, a cruel taste passing through the corners of his mouth.

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Thousands of feet in the sky, two figures swept past one after the other, and the sword light appeared from time to time, sometimes forcing the figure in front of them to stop, sometimes not.

Every time the sword light forced the person in front of him, there was always a thunderclap.

It was a wooden knife meeting a spear, a collision between weapons.

The Sword Saint killed the real fire, but there was none.

Her expression didn't change much, calm and cold.

This look is a testament to her state of mind, which is best suited for battle.

Surprisingly, she didn't put all her energy into this fight.

She is more like a traveler who walks on the highest place with the most vicious dog in the world, turns back and pushes the dog back when it is close to her, and ignores its roar when it is far away from her.

The sword light resurfaced.

The voice of the Sword Saint came from behind her head.

"Raise your eyebrows, and a knife can cut off the red dust. ”

The space was torn apart by the sword light, and a huge white light went straight to Mao.

Mao frowned slightly.

Isn't there only one trick to raise eyebrows? Why is there a second trick now?

Is it that the Sword Saint has been hiding his secrets, or has he just mastered this trick for a short time.

She raised her spear, solidified like a mountain.

The light of the sword fell on the spear, and it was not allowed to enter an inch.

Mao frowned again.

The knife light was indeed stopped by her, but the knife intent entered her body for some reason.

That's the meaning of red dust.

It was the countless years of experience of the Sword Saint and the joys and sorrows of the souls of the dead under the Sword.

There is love, there is sadness, there is anger, and there is reluctance......

It's not so much a knife technique as it is more like a red dust experience.

The extension of the mao gradually became sluggish, and the movement stopped.

The whole Hongchen was urging her, how could she stay in Hongchen?

A tearing sound suddenly sounded in the air, and the Sword Saint appeared in front of Mao.

He looked at Mao, snorted coldly, and swung his knife violently.

A line of blood appeared above Mao's neck.

The wooden knife is bounced off.

The Sword Saint's face changed.

Fortunately, Mao didn't wake up, and the sword saint frowned and took out the knife again.

"No injury, don't waste your efforts, Mao has achieved an immortal body, maybe her realm has not reached that point, but her ** is no longer something you and I can easily hurt. Your knife can't break through her defenses. ”

No injuries and slight stunned.

An old man suddenly appeared in the sky.

He only took one step and arrived in front of the Sword Saint.

The Sword Saint said, "Are you sure?"

The old man glanced at him, "Whether it's a prophecy or an assertion, do you think when I was wrong?"

The Sword Saint frowned and said, "But since I got the Earth Fire Lotus, I have followed her, and I can be sure that she has no chance to eat the Earth Fire Lotus!"

The old man said: "Mao's body is a nine-tailed rabbit, whether it is subordinate or subordinate, she likes yin and hates yang, and the earth fire lotus does her all kinds of harm but no benefit." ”

The sword saint was slightly stunned.

The old man sighed lightly: "Mu Yuelu, she should have drunk Mu Yuelu, Mu Yuelu's powerful effect has stimulated the power of her bloodline and raised her ** to the level of immortality." ”

The Sword Saint was unwilling: "Can't we kill her?"

The old man glanced at the Sword Saint, "Why did we kill her?"

The Sword Saint didn't quite understand what the old man meant.

The old man said softly: "I started the calculation when the celestial phenomena changed suddenly twenty years ago, and in the past twenty years I have calculated many results, of which we have only won once, and the rest have lost. ”

The Sword Saint was startled, "Evil Lord?"

The old man nodded, "With my cultivation in my recent life, I can't completely count the evil lord, but I can count another person...... That is, the one who causes the changes in the heavens. You can understand him as the savior of this world. ”

The Sword Saint frowned and said, "So, do you know where he is now?"

The old man glanced at him, "I only have a slight providence, how can I calculate the savior?"

The Sword Saint was slightly angry, "Then you still say that you are thorough?"

The old man chuckled and said, "Don't worry, I'm not done yet." ”

The Sword Saint looked at him impatiently, thinking to himself that it would be nice if this divine stick wasn't always so tricky, every time he talked to him, he was so tired.

"Say it quickly!"

The old man stretched out his hand and waved it in front of him.

The meaning of red dust in the body gradually decreased.

The Sword Saint hurriedly said, "What are you doing?"

The old man frowned and said, "She is the protector I calculated. ”

The Sword Saint looked at Mao and said in disbelief: "She?"

The old man raised an eyebrow, "I told you a long time ago that your prejudice against Mao is wrong. She is indeed a great evil person, but she used to be kind to others, and if it weren't for the great change in circumstances, she would still be just a doctor girl who helps the world and saves the people. I could have kept the world safe by controlling her when she was lost, but she's awake now

In the past few days, you haven't started killing and you haven't attacked the city, I don't understand what you're worried about?"

When the Three Sages besieged Mao, the old man of Tianxin, who was the heart saint, made great contributions, and every chess piece he landed on the chessboard perfectly blocked Mao's attack, and his chessboard finally became a mountain peak to suppress Mao's time for hundreds of years.

But now, he said that these were just forced to make a last resort?

The Sword Saint's brow furrowed like a rag that could not be dissolved.

But it was not he who answered the saints of the heart.

Mao's voice rang out from in front of them.

"So, you always knew why I killed?"

Xinsheng smiled and nodded.

Mao's expression suddenly became cold, "Since you know, why do you want to stop me from avenging Xiao Liu?"

Xinsheng said: "People in my generation can't be trapped in the red dust, the meaning of the red dust on your body is too strong, which is not a good thing for you and the world, not to mention, at that time, you revealed the blood of the nine-tailed rabbit, we can only deal with it carefully to be foolproof." ”

Mao mocked: "It's like you're not a person in the red dust." ”

"We are people who have transcended the red dust. ”

Mao sneered and was about to leave.

The Heart Saint said, "Wait!"

He didn't reply, "Then what do you want to do?"

Xinsheng said: "The kid who was with you a few days ago, can you please accompany him for a while?"

Mao raised an eyebrow, "Why?"

"Because he is the key to defeating the evil lord." ”

Mao mocked: "You did the divination again?"

Xinsheng frowned and said, "I know you have never believed in divination, but it turns out that my divination has never been missed. ”

Not to mention his own divination, even the divination of the high priests of the tribe who received part of his inheritance rarely made mistakes.

It's like a shooter.

One or two Ten Rings may be a fluke, but if there is no false shot, it is strength.

As far as divination is concerned, the heart is unparalleled in the world.

Mao was silent for a while and said, "First of all, providence is unpredictable. ”

Xinsheng nodded, as the most proficient divination person in the world, he had a clearer understanding of this matter than others.

Mao said again: "Since the will of heaven is unpredictable, there is no reason that only you can measure it. I, the old man who didn't hurt and the old man who worked together, are both people at the level of the modern world, why don't we have this ability?"

Xin Sheng was slightly stunned, "Because of talent, don't I also have your destructive power?"

Mao glanced at him and said, "Among the three saints, the person I fear the most is you, maybe you do not have the attack power of the Sword Saint or the destructive power of the Water Saint, but you are by no means weak...... If it weren't for the timing, I'd suspect you're the evil master. ”

Xinsheng smiled bitterly: "It's not so serious, I've never done anything hurtful." ”

Mao said softly: "Most people with strong computing power like to play chess, for you, this world is only divided into king chess and ordinary chess pieces, which means that you have no love for this world, so why do you want to protect this world?"

Xinsheng was slightly stunned, thinking that it turned out that you were worried about this problem.

He said seriously: "Because I want to live, have you seen enough of this reason?"

He looked very serious, like a student who had just returned to school after climbing over the wall and bumped into the head teacher.

Mao looked at him deeply, and disappeared between heaven and earth with one step.

The Sword Saint and the Heart Saint looked at her back.

The Sword Saint suddenly said, "So, what you just said to me was for her?"

Xinsheng's voice was a little emotional, "We have to make her less hostile to us." ”

The Sword Saint turned his head and said seriously: "Have you thought about one thing, we can disturb the heavenly machine to warn those priests, of course we can." ”

The Heart Saint was silent for a while, and then said, "If the omen given to me by Heaven is wrong, there is no reason why I can't see it. ”

The Sword Saint said softly, "What if Mao is really immortal?"

They are the more recent ones, and they can disturb the heavenly heart to guide those priests.

If Mao reaches the modern world, he can naturally guide the heart saint.

Xinsheng frowned and said: "Mao has just reached the level of ** immortality, if it is really the wrong information released by her, it will only be easier for me to find out." ”

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