"Why don't you let us chase after us?" The continuous battles and the raging momentum between the battles caused the village to be desolate and broken.

"What's the use of chasing them out? That man's skill is unfathomable. You are just dying for nothing. "The visitor, who fought with him for so long, didn't tell the winner, and finally let him get out safely.

This kind of skill is really not a numerical advantage, and it can be won.

If it is like the previous god catcher, he has been hit hard, and he can exert less than one percent of his skills.

Then it is nothing to put one-third of the manpower in their current training base on board.

Now, but there is no need, and he gave his life in vain.

It's not that these lives are cherished, but these hands will be of great use in the future.

If you waste it here now, I am afraid that some things in the future will be a little troublesome.

"But if our existence is leaked by this person······" The invasion plan against Shenzhou was not a reckless decision made at the first glance, but after careful consideration and a fairly strict and careful plan.

If it is because they are here, it affects the overall layout, then the sin is not light.

"There's no need to worry about this, the general trend can't be changed by the strength of one person." If they weren't sure, they wouldn't have done such a big thing.

"But in order to cause some unnecessary trouble, our previous preparations should be started."

"You heal your injuries here first, your injuries, although they are suppressed by my elixir, but if you don't recuperate well, you will leave very troublesome sequelae." Away from the village, he settled the god catcher in an inn, Wei Wuji said.

"I'm going to find someone, and it's time for him to come out." In Wei Wuji's eyes, a touch of expectation flashed, a touch of complexity.

"It seems that these people have made up their minds not to let me go." In the rapid gallop under the leadership of Shi Wuzun, because the fire monkey was by his side, the mud bodhisattva, whose situation had improved greatly, sighed.

Fortunately, although he doesn't know how to fight people's martial arts, his physical strength and ability to escape for his life are not bad.

At this time, it will not become a burden to Shi Wuzun.

"Otherwise······"

"Needless to say, since the city lord has handed over your safety to the poor monk, no matter what, the poor monk has to keep you safe." The words of the mud bodhisattva were just out of the mouth, and they were resolutely interrupted by Shi Wuzun.

This matter is not only his promise to the Peerless City Lord, but the key is that if he is really under his protection, he still lets the Twelve Evils of Tianchi succeed, doesn't it mean that he, the Great Protector of the Peerless City, is not as good as the Twelve Evils of Tianchi.

"Shakti, mud bodhisattva, you don't have to run anymore. You should know what we are capable of, and no one has ever been able to escape under our tracking. A clear warning came from a short distance behind the two of them.

made the running speed of Shi Wuzun and the mud bodhisattva can't help but increase a few points.

"No one can escape from your pursuit, not necessarily." Running fast is a test of physical strength.

Shi Wuzun's situation, I don't know how, anyway, his own words, he can't hold on for long.

In that case······

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but glance at the big Fang Ding on his back on Shi Wuzun's body, where there was a fire monkey, which was the key to his life and detoxification.

As he ran forward, the mud bodhisattva revealed his left hand, observing his palm prints in a mist flickering in his eyes.

The deadly enemy is behind him, and if you delay for a second longer, you may lose this life.

Where is there time for him, put on the usual fortune-telling posture.

However, the mud bodhisattva is the mud bodhisattva after all, known as the first warlock in the rivers and lakes, and his ability to calculate fate is far beyond ordinary people can imagine.

There wasn't enough time and there weren't enough props.

But he can still calculate the changes of the heavenly machine through his palm prints, which is the heavenly machine in the palm of his hand.

"Come with me, we have our life here." Although he can't calculate his own good luck and bad luck, there is no problem in measuring Shi Wuzun's good luck and bad luck.

The only price is to make the poisonous sores more violent, not enough to kill them.

Under the perseverance and oppression of the twelve evils of Tianchi, the current mud bodhisattva can be regarded as connected with the same fate as Shi Wuzun.

found the vitality of Shi Wuzun, and to a large extent, also found his own vitality.

Why do you say that you have only ensured your own survival to a large extent?

Because Tianwei is really unpredictable, an arithmetic who has been punished by heaven calculates his fate, and his risk variables are far beyond the normal state.

Shi Wuzun did not speak, and in a hurry, he ran in the direction pointed out by the mud bodhisattva.

"How did they change their position?" The twelve evils of Tianchi, none of them fell, still behind the two of them, chasing after each other, and there was never a moment of relaxation.

Seeing Shi Wuzun leading the mud bodhisattva and suddenly changing the route, he couldn't help but be a little surprised.

It was just an unexpected twist, and it wasn't alarming except for a little surprise.

As they themselves say, they are born in the killer organization, and tracking is the skill of the housekeeper.

As long as they are serious, even if they really have the ability to burrow into the ground, they can't imagine that they can escape their tracking.

"These two guys are so good at running and can dodge. When they are caught, they will have to be dismantled. Among the twelve evils in Tianchi, the tallest and strongest Shi Wei Immortal snorted angrily.

His mastery is to put food first, to eat infinite skills, and eating is also his greatest hobby.

It is precisely because of such martial arts and such hobbies that the most hated thing about food for immortals is the consumption of this long-term endurance.

"You don't want to eat them, do you?" In the midst of the twelve, the iron broom fairy who was holding an iron broom couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth for a while.

This bastard's biggest hobby is to eat.

In order to eat, he really has no bottom line at all, and even eats the living.

"Why not!" Food is a fairy, there is no discomfort at all, but it is taken for granted.

Since he must die, is there any difference between being killed by a weapon and being stoned to death by a fist and being put in his stomach?

"Wonderful! It is a great sin to eat one's own kind! In the sound of the Buddha's horn, a big monk wearing a plain coarse robe and a bare head appeared.

At once, the twelve evils of Tianchi, and Shi Wuzun, the mud bodhisattva, blocked.

"Where did the wild monk come from, and he dared to block the way?" Shi Weixian was already restless, but at this moment, someone actually came to block the way, and his emotions exploded all of a sudden.

A body of fighting heaven will rise from this murderous guy with a red fruit on the upper body.

The muscles full of strength bulged, and finally turned into a small millstone-like fist, smashing towards the monk who was in the way.

"Amitabha! The ferocity is too much, a sin, a sin. With his hands folded, the monk's body conjured up a Buddha light like the morning sun.

The fierce fist of the food is all blocked from the Buddha's light.

"Another great monk!" Seeing this scene, the remaining eleven people of the Twelve Demons of Tianchi all glanced at each other in shock.

The food in the state of Zhantian Qi is an immortal, and few people can stop it with a ferocity of ferocity. But this monk, who only cultivated his own body and turned it into Buddha light, easily blocked the fist of the food for the immortal.

"Who is your Excellency?" Glancing at each other and waving their hands to stop the fury of the food immortals, the child emperor said cautiously and crisply.

To be able to survive under the pursuit of the old sword saint, in addition to their own cultivation strength and their respective tacit understanding, this caution is also essential.

"The poor monk is not worthy!" In the hand-to-hand salute, the monk introduced himself.

This self-introduction made Tianchi Twelve Evil, and he instantly gasped in his heart.

Mixed in the rivers and lakes, if you haven't even heard the name of a worthy monk, then you are really in vain.

He is the nameless best friend of the martial arts myth, and this alone is enough to make anyone with hostile intentions feel fearful.

The dragon does not live with the snake, and the nameless is a martial arts myth, his best friend, how can he be an ordinary monk who does not understand martial arts.

"I met Shi Wuzun first, and I met it again, and if I continue to toss like this, I won't provoke all the monks in the world, right?" This inexplicable thought flashed through the minds of the twelve evils of Tianchi.

In an instant, they couldn't help but be frightened by this thought.

As a killer who can provoke the sword saint to anger in the martial arts, he is naturally not a cowardly person······

But the Buddhism in the world is against it······

No matter how iron your head is, there's no such fun!

This is not the head iron, this is rushing to Sahuan to die!

"Master, do you have to meddle in this matter?" The Tong Huang asked with some unwillingness.

If you just retreat like this, it goes without saying that so many days of hard work.

I'm afraid that in Xiongba, it's not easy to explain.

If you anger the Sword Master, you will be angered by half of the rivers and lakes.

Judging from the current situation in the world, the Tianxia Society is really the only place that can contain them.

"Saving a life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter. Since they met, they were fateful, and the poor monks could not sit idly by. ”

"Good! Since the master insists on interfering, I will retreat. In a change of expression, the child emperor made a choice.

"Poor monks, thank you, donors!" It's a Buddha ceremony again.

"There is a saying, the poor monk wants to invite a few to bring to the male gang leader. Don't do everything too much, everything is too much, and fate will end early. In the incomprehensible gaze of Tianchi Twelve, he walked away step by step.

"Ahem, that's really what he said?" Looking at the twelve evils under the steps, Xiongba's words were marked with an obvious cough.

"Okay, I see, you guys stand down." Xiongba waved his hand and told the Twelve Demons of Tianchi to retreat.

"Something seems to be wrong with him." Out of the main hall of the World Society, the husband sang and said to the Tong Emperor.

"It's not just that something is wrong, I feel a familiar power in him." The woman then said.

They've really coped with the name.

"That's the power of the Juggernaut. It looks like he's even stronger than he was back then! This exclamation, with obvious memories in color, made the twelve faces look wrong.

It seems that time and space have changed in an instant, and he has returned to the embarrassing years when he was chased and killed by the Sword Master.

"That's why we don't have a choice." The stronger the Juggernaut, the more serious the threat to their lives, and the most in need of shelter.

Anyway, as far as the current rivers and lakes, including their own experience, can have the strength to fight against the Sword Saint and provide them with shelter, there is only one hero.

"Mud Bodhisattva, even if you hide to the ends of the earth and have the protection of gods and Buddhas, I must get you!" The gloomy eyes seemed to be able to see through the endless void the face of the mud bodhisattva, full of poison due to the curse.

The successive failures are not only physical injuries for Xiongba, but also traumatic wounds for spiritual confidence.

"The master of the Divine Wind Hall in the world, Nie Feng?" With the guidance along the way, the first time I stepped into Fengxi Village, I was greeted by a young man dressed in white, with flowing hair and a wolf on his shoulder.

"Is that you?" Hearing the movement of the words, and the name he wanted to forget, Nie Feng looked up and saw Wei Wuji.

"I'm no longer the hall master of the Kamikaze Hall of the World Society, but an idle person who wants to spend the rest of his life here, so you might as well call me a pony." There was a wry smile on the corner of Nie Feng's mouth, he was kind-hearted, but he never thought that one day, he would be like a cloud, like a broken wave, and he would break off with the world that he grew up in.

"It's a good thing to be able to give up the past and start over." Wei Wuji's words made Nie Feng silent and forget the past, which was just easy to say.

In silence all the way, Wei Wuji followed Nie Feng and walked into the restaurant called Zhonghua Pavilion.

"Shopkeeper, I want to see your boss." After watching Nie Feng and the shopkeeper of Zhonghua Pavilion complete the transaction, Wei Wuji said.

"What do you mean, guest?" Wei Wuji's words made the shopkeeper vigilant for a moment, and then said blankly.

"I know your loyalty to your boss, but I'm not here to seek revenge, I'm looking for him." Wei Wuji said.

"Well, I'll write a word, and you can pass it on to him for me. To see or not to see, he chooses for himself. He picked up the pen and paper on the counter, wrote a word, and handed it to the shopkeeper.

"Boss, there's a young man at the front desk, let me give this to you?" After thinking about it again and again, in Wei Wuji's gaze, the shopkeeper picked up the piece of paper with only one word.

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect!" The moment he unfolded the piece of paper, looking at the font that looked like a silver hook iron painting and implied supreme sword intent, Nameless suddenly couldn't sit still.

Almost identical to the same aura, he couldn't be mistaken.

"Who are you? How could I be a master of the Sword Sect? The moment he saw Wei Wuji, he didn't have time to check Wei Wuji's face, and said in a nameless voice.

I really can't complain about the nameless excitement, since the battle back then, he thought that in this world, except for him and his junior brother, there was no successor of the Sword Sect.