"Damn, let him escape." At the entrance of the narrow Tianguan, the real page of the book looked at the monks who were staggering with resentment and shame. However, there was joy in his heart, and he still had a little bit of favor after all, and he only fled for his life and did not kill anyone.

"A page of the book, don't be angry, who would have thought that he could be so bold and transform into a child? But I didn't expect him to get rid of all his evil spirits, and he didn't use his strength to be no different from ordinary people, we were deceived, we can only blame him for being too cunning, I can't blame you. The Buddha Emperor of the Nine Realms, who had been watching the whole incident, heard in his ears, and yesterday the "one-page book" came out with the purple bag to relax, but unexpectedly, the purple bag suddenly burst out, knocked out a page of the book, and escaped from the narrow road gate. Fortunately, there were no casualties, which was incredible to the Buddha.

In the narrow road of the Heavenly Pass, the red ball of light turned by the Disaster Lone Xing was fast and fast, desperately trying to stay away from the extinction realm. Although the body is flustered, his heart is not chaotic at all: Tiandu, Jiaye, how can I bear to let them be enemies of the three sects for me. However, the Buddha Emperor of the Nine Realms was once extremely sensitive to the alliance between the evil spirits and the Demon Realm of the Bitter Realm, so it was better to change his appearance and find an opportunity to join the Demon Realm, but how to let the Demon Realm cross the border to find trouble with the Confucian Saint still needs to be well calculated.

The distance between the realm of extinction and the realm of suffering is far less than the distance between the realm of extinction, so as soon as the calamity alone has made up his mind in his heart, his feet have already stepped on the land of the realm of annihilation. "I'm back! I'll be back! ”

Between the four realms and the six realms, the major forces regard sovereignty as extremely important, even if the suffering realm is scattered, the Confucian saints who destroy the realm are not allowed to reach out to the suffering realm. Therefore, there is no one to guard this side of the narrow road Tianguan.

Woe Duxing looked at the sun and judged the direction, "Well, go straight to the west, and go back to the sky to take a look." "Even if you don't want to drag the sky into the water, can't you just go home? And the truth about the murder of the eldest brother must also be told to everyone. However, his face can't be used, and the hatred of heaven and evil (Sadness Lotus) has "died" in the crusade of the hidden capital. It is also a big trouble to approach the top management of Tiandu with what kind of identity.

"The eldest brother has too much to do with it, the fourth brother has retired, or the second brother, a relative of the prodigal, it is better to disguise it, who dares to guarantee that there will not be one more life in the tragedy?" So a young man with a beard covering half of his mouth, gray hair and unkempt bones, and shabby clothes appeared in a difficult situation.

"Since the Youdu has been destroyed, presumably the sacrifice of my brother and master will not be in vain. The people will surely be able to live and work in peace and contentment, and live a good life. Looking around, but seeing the smoke curling under the clouds, the sound of cooking rice and pounding clothes endlessly, and the tragic situation of "no chicken crowing for thousands of miles" a few years ago, I couldn't help but smile with relief.

"If I think that I will shelter the West Martial Arts for a long time, it will definitely be more prosperous." Thinking of this, the speed of the disaster alone is three points faster. After flying for a while, Woe Lone finally saw some familiar scenery, the continuous mountains at the junction of Xiwulin and the Central Plains, where the brothers used to protect themselves and send themselves to Wanskai.

The figure slowed down, and Woe Lone stood on the mountain road, next to it was a familiar knife edge, Calamity Lone rubbed his hand carefully, and a residual knife qi pierced his fingers slightly painful.

"Phew! Phew, come on. "With a hat on his head, but from the exposed chin, a prodigal son who was still young carried a ghost-headed knife on his back, turned over and dismounted with a dashing flick, and then knelt in three steps, and crawled forward in five steps and one buckle against this knife mark." Feed! ”

"Huh?" Woe alone refers to oneself.

"Say that." The young swordsman knelt on the ground, straightened up, and scolded the calamity, "In the face of Lord Wujun's sword moves, you actually dare to touch it, and my Uncle Kyushu is kind-hearted and doesn't care about you, if others see it, I can't tell if you will poke *** with a knife, and give you all the stomach" The swordsman who called himself Uncle Kyushu flicked his hat, and the hat flew up like a helicopter and landed on his fingertips. He stood up and pointed to the nose of the lonely man.

"Huh? Forget Xiaoran? "Woe Duxing was shocked to find that this swordsman and Forget Xiaoran actually had nine images, if it weren't for the ruffian spirit and the black silk on his body, Woe Duxing would not have admitted his mistake.

"Hey, what do you forget, I'm Kyushu Yijian Zhi, remember, the uncle's name is Kyushu Yijian Zhi. But forget about it? Is he as handsome as me, then blessed is he. The narcissistic swordsman shook his hair, looking very proud, "By the way, I didn't pursue you for offending your ancestors, and I was kind enough to explain your doubts, did you express something?" ”

"Then I have to thank you for not stabbing you? But how did you get up too? "Although the eldest brother's martial arts cultivation does not need to be affirmed by others, it is very refreshing for someone to respect him, and if you look closely at this mountain road, there are many friction marks of one foot and one step, and there must be many swordsmen who really bow all the way, and the whole calf is imprinted on the ground. Thinking like this, even looking at this "Uncle Kyushu" is much more pleasing to the eye.

"Scared, did anyone see me coming? As for the kindness, no thanks, no thanks, my Kyushu uncle has always been indifferent to fame and fortune, and he regards money as dung, "Woe Lone Xing heard this and felt that he was not transferred, and he met this kind of moral youth when he came back. "But Brother Tai is a talent, only a little worse than Uncle Kyushu, don't I want to repay you, don't I look down on you? Just give a hundred and eighty taels of silver, I don't have too little. ”

Woe Lone's face was full: I have never seen such a brazen person, but this swordsman's face is not as tender as it seems, and he looks like I want you to make a lot of money.

"Well, since you are so familiar with Wu Jun, then presumably the number two person in Tiandu is no stranger, you didn't notice my face, this and this...... Well? Woe Duxing touched his face from top to bottom, signaling the swordsman to understand.

Who knows, "Tiandu No. 2 person?" Demon Sword: Scar of the Wind? Wow, big guy, amazing, but what does it have to do with you? The debt that I know with a sword in Kyushu is not so easy to hide? "Kyushu Yijian Zhi picked up the ghost head knife behind him, and compared to the calamity.

"Huh? When did the number two become the fast man of the scars of the wind? That's right, Wu Jun has been dead for more than two years, and if the second brother, the deputy commander of Tiandu, takes the position, the third junior of the Wind Scar can also climb one of them. "The focus is completely different, and the disaster is alone, as if I didn't see the big sword of Kyushu.

"I said, if the deputy commander you are referring to is a person in the drunken Qiankun altar, he has disappeared for two years, Wujun died on the front foot, he disappeared, Tiandu is really declining, and the friction with Wan Sakai has been constant in the past two years, that Demon Flow Sword Wind Trace is really enough to get up Xiao, has good skills, a sword took the head of Wan Sakai Venerable Lord and hung it on the highest place of Tiandu to dry bacon, it must be ......"

"What do you say! What happened to the man in the altar? The Scar of the Wind is the number two person, and who is the number one now? How did Tendo and Mankai become like this? Woe alone rushed up with an arrow, grabbed the collar of Kyushu Yijianzhi, and asked in disbelief. It's no wonder that the calamity is lonely, but the amount of information in Kyushu Yijian's words is too large, and the reason of the lone calamity has been consumed. A husband whose family is ruined is ready to go back to another home to make up for his injured heart, but before he entered the door, he heard that this side of the house was also broken, how could it be a tragic word?

ps: Kyushu a sword knows, the brother-in-law of the chairman of the sword in the world of Western Martial Arts, Dao Wuji, used to be a swordsman, when his wife was sick, in order to ask the enemy for medicine, he ruthlessly cut off the hand with the knife, but it was still a step too late, and he abandoned the sword from the sword in frustration, but broke into the name of the legendary swordsman of the Northern Martial Arts, and the Southern Martial Arts Yuan Eight Wilderness, known as the Southern Eight Wilderness, North Kyushu.