Beside the forbidden mountain, after Wang Yusheng saw the dark clouds escaping out, he felt that the dark clouds were so familiar that he couldn't be more familiar, and his face showed a strange joy.

Hurriedly probed into the storage bag on his waist with his divine sense, took out a spirit stone that emitted milky white light, and jumped his body violently, and rushed towards the only hole opening in the forbidden mountain with extreme speed, while not forgetting to throw the spirit stone in his mouth and chew constantly.

The face is huge, revealing an irrepressible evil smile.

Wang Yusheng, who rushed to the mouth of the hole with great speed, suddenly dissipated and turned into a semi-foggy black cloud, and in the center of the black cloud was a particularly large mouth, almost occupying the entire black cloud.

As the more it devoured, the big mouth and the black cloud behind it got bigger and bigger.

There is a second incarnation of the black divine soul that was cut down by Lu Xiucai with the accumulation of most of the spiritual power of the Eastern Heavenly Gate with a sword, and the eyes were like red lanterns.

And those scattered black clouds are the purpose of his Wang Yusheng.

These Extraterrestrial Divine Souls can devour not only others, but also those of the same origin and the same root, and even if they want to improve faster, they will devour the incarnation of the Extraterrestrial Divine Soul that is bigger than themselves.

It's just that if he is usually Wang Yusheng, although he knows that the other party has such an idea, but it is just a thought, after all, he Wang Yusheng himself is still not enough for the other party to stuff his teeth, and he can't be in a hurry to find death.

Wang Yusheng's body became more and more huge, and even a small dark cloud was formed outside the forbidden mountain.

Lu Xiucai, who had already fallen on the side of the old man on crutches, frowned and looked at the dark clouds that already had many potential signs.

Holding the hilt of the sword in the left hand, there is a great posture of the sword at any time.

The old man on crutches pursed the corners of his lips lightly, and sneered: "Don't worry about him, just look for death." ”

Lu Xiucai nodded, but he didn't look at the dark clouds above his head, there were some things that he Lu Xiucai didn't know, and there were some things that he Lu Xiucai knew, but he just knew an extremely shallow and superficial fur, so those things that he Lu Xiucai didn't know, and what he knew obviously, had to rely on the old man in front of him to solve the puzzles one by one.

The old man on crutches raised his head slightly, and there was a bit of loneliness on his face, in the end, he could be called the only friend, and he still became the only person.

The old man scolded himself secretly, how could he be such a shameless person, just now it was either you dead or I lived, but now it is good, but he pities the other party. But the old man thought about it, this is the top of the mountain, not the top of the mountain, but the top of the mountain that has lived for a very long time, and it is extremely difficult to meet a few people on this mountaintop.

Lu Xiucai's side did not cut down the black soul phantom incarnation with eyes like red lanterns because of a sword, because it was not him Lu Xiucai and the sword in his Lu Xiucai's hand that fell, but he Lu Xiucai used the spiritual power of heaven and earth in this East Heavenly Gate for hundreds of years, coupled with the early arrangement of the old man on crutches, and then just used the sword in his Lu Xiucai's hand to cut off the other party.

Therefore, he Lu Xiucai is not him Lu Xiucai, and naturally for him Lu Xiucai, there will be no such things that make people unhappy for no reason.

In addition to the slightest bit of emotion on Lu Xiucai's face, he still couldn't see the slightest superfluous look, but he just looked at the old man on crutches, whether it was at the foot of the reading mountain or on the cultivation mountain, he Lu Xiucai was an extremely silent person, and he was extremely bad at words.

Therefore, Lu Xiucai was a little hesitant at this time.

The old man on crutches glanced at Lu Xiucai, this mountain sword cultivator who he picked out and cultivated with his own hands, cultivated as his own gatekeeper, and the next gatekeeper after him naturally knew a rough idea in his heart.

"What's the matter? The sword was barely half happy before, but now, in the face of me, an old man who is about to die, it is like holding back a fart, and there is no joy at all? No wonder your Lu Xiucai's sword still has to rely on the help of an old man like me. ”

Lu Xiucai took a step forward, bowed down and said, "Please also ask the master to save my scholar." ”

The old man on crutches who had been expected for a long time was not a little strange, but he pouted slightly: "No wonder you Lu Xiucai have been a bachelor for most of your life, and you are the only little scholar in your heart every day except for your own broken sword, or is it that the old man has misunderstood since the beginning of the fight, and you Lu Xiucai is a good one?"

Lu Xiucai rarely begged for help, counting this time, there were only two gatherings, and the last time was to beg the old man to bring his scholar to this mountain.

Lu Xiucai's forehead was slightly gloomy and blackened, fortunately, he Lu Xiucai didn't get along with his own master day and a half, his master's unpredictable and strange temperament Although he Lu Xiucai was still unfamiliar with it for hundreds of years, he was used to it.

The old man on crutches looked at the face that was polite and upright, and he was still a young disciple, and there were ripples trembling in his heart, and he whispered: "Get up, even if your little scholar is not broken by that old guy's punch, his body and soul will definitely be indispensable to this journey, if you want to become the spirit of this forbidden mountain array, that body must be abandoned." ”

The old man stretched out his hand, palm upward, and then there was a slight difference in the small world of the forbidden mountain.

Wisps of golden veins began to appear in all directions under the forbidden mountain world, and these golden veins not only appeared with the old man's open palm, but also converged in the old man's palm.

It was like a stream running into a river, and it didn't take place, and above the palm of the old man's palm was a palm-sized half-imaginary and half-golden villain.

The half-empty and half-gold villain Mo Yue and Dong De have six or seven points of imagination, first seeing his young master and then on the palm of the old man, he also bowed respectfully to the old man.

The old man on crutches scolded with a smile: "Following Lu Xiucai, a nerd, I didn't learn the slightest sage on the mountain, but these rules under the mountain that are not there are not at all." ”

Then, the old man stopped laughing on his face, and said solemnly: "There is no turning back arrow when you open the bow." ”