"Brother Xuanwu...... The scythe?"

In the darkness of the night, an old voice seemed to have thought of something, but it was very unsure of what it had in mind. But there also seemed to be a heavy memory of a very long time drifting in this voice.

The brown-clothed old man Fu Qi and the sloppy old Dao Xuanwu had already left the sea of stars early, because the sudden appearance of the rusty scythe made them feel extremely frightened.

"Brother Xuanwu...... Is that the helper you hired?"

The old man in brown Fu Qi saw that the sloppy old Taoist Xuanwu did not respond to him, and still asked with some reluctance. Although he had thought of a possibility, it was absolutely impossible. He suddenly felt that he was asking a very stupid question, but he just couldn't help but be so stupid!

"That man...... Isn't that person supposed to be gone?"

The old man in brown saw that the sloppy old Taoist Xuanwu was still silently looking at the cold sky, there was not a drop of starlight in the cold night, and he didn't know what the crazy Xuanwu was looking at, the cold night covered his appearance, and he couldn't see any of his expressions at all.

The cold night clings to the earth, and the cold wind scratches the forest......

"Let's go! It's so cold this night, go have a drink—warm your heart!"

The sloppy old Taoist Xuanwu was silent for a long time in the cold night, and finally said a word. As soon as he said this, he had long since disappeared, and the cold wind could not find him.

The old man in brown Fu Qi saw that the old Taoist Xuanwu inexplicably avoided all his inquiries, but he had already suddenly opened up!

"Brother Xuanwu...... Wait! Let's ...... together."

And in another place, the Nether Prison, there are tens of thousands of souls. The hideous soul tried its best to scream and wail all kinds of screams, more like shouting grievances! The black-faced Yama Tianzi Bao usually likes to hear such a sound the most, so he set these forbidden soul prisons in front of his Yama Tianzi Peak.

However, at this time, he was not in the mood of the past at all, the iron-faced black face, I don't know when, had turned into a green face as heavy as frost, and the fierce eyes were looking at these hideous and noisy souls, and then a netherworld prison was quiet from then on.

After sucking thousands of souls, Yama Tianzibao's mood still couldn't become comfortable. Then he wanted to continue to nibble at the whale swallow, but when several figures about his size appeared, he gave up.

"The boiled duck flew!"

When Yama Tianzi Bao said this, he felt a little happy. However, he hated the joy that he had involuntarily bred.

On the acacia couch, the rough roar is sandwiched with the soft *......

"Sao fox, do you dare to say that I am short in front of others!" The demon stared at the dancing girl who was softened into a ball of water and said, "Don't you know what it means to be short and strong?"

After a storm of clouds and rain...... The acacia couch finally fell into a long silence.

Wu Mei pushed away the sin demon pressing on her, and did not shy away from changing into a peony thin hookah mopping long skirt in front of the sinner, a sexy gauze skirt, loose and slightly leaning over, you can see the pink mandarin duck belly pocket. There is a gap on the side of the thin skirt of the peony, and the white and slender jade legs can be seen step by step. The slender jade foot stepped on the white marble ground, and a touch of red rouge in the soles of the feet was drawn into a red lotus. Each step leaves a red lotus on the marble, and the lotus grows step by step.

Wu Mei walked to a dressing table and stared at herself in the bronze mirror quietly, her appearance was still so charming, but she was no longer the simple little fox.

"You're still so beautiful!" The demon suddenly gently grabbed her soft waist from behind, and then stared at the familiar and unfamiliar faces in the bronze mirror in a daze, and muttered, "It's a pity that I have grown like this!"

"After this night's warmth, we will turn against each other!" Wu Mei stroked the weather-beaten rough face of the demon with her backhand, and said in a cold voice: "Don't come to me like this next time, I'm afraid I really can't help but kill you!"

"In that case, then why don't you kill me?" the demon pressed his big face tightly against the dancing face, and then took a deep breath of the fragrance in intoxication, and couldn't help but admire, "It's so fragrant, I ...... again"

But before he could finish speaking, Wumei's other free hand had reached under him at some point, and then squeezed it hard.

"Ah......h

A miserable scream of pain resounded through the sky.

In a high-rise hall, the Lord of the Divine Sect and the Lord of Heaven were politely sipping fragrant tea.

Tianxia raised the teacup in his hand and gestured to the nerves, and then shook the teacup a few times very elegantly. Suddenly, the fragrance of tea overflowed, but he just put it in his nose and sniffed it, and slowly put down the tea cup in his hand. He looked aside and asked leisurely:

"Nerves—the guests are gone, aren't they?"

"The world—aren't you stupid! If you haven't sent it away, how can you come here to beg for tea?" The nerve paused for a moment, and asked with some concern: "It's you, it's okay this time, right? Those guests of yours are not so entertaining!"

"Then what can I do? That's the one-armed woodcutter—I'm glad I wasn't hacked to death!" The world turned its gaze back to the tea cup that had just been put down, looking at the tea mist rising in the tea cup, and his thoughts drifted to the bloody twilight of the distant and profound battle of the gods five thousand years ago......

Nervous picked up the ancient pottery teapot and added tea to the world who suddenly fell into contemplation on the opposite side of the seat, and said: "The matter has come to this, don't think too much, it will only increase your troubles!"

"Right...... Or tea!" Tianxia raised the teacup, but it froze in mid-air, as if suddenly realizing something.

Suddenly, he stared at the nerves in a daze, and said with some complaint: "The nerves are a little overstepping!"

"What are you talking about? Sweet shrimp-" Nerves hurriedly changed his words: "Invincible in the world-the first in the world!"

"Just call it, stop hiding it!" The world didn't seem so angry, but remembered the time when he was young and frivolous in the past. In the blink of an eye, they had lived for so long, but it was as if it had happened yesterday.

When Jin Yan opened his eyes, a ray of dazzling sunlight happened to penetrate his bright Qiankun star pupils, and he looked around and found himself in a simple firewood house.

Suddenly, the melodious and desolate sound of cuckoos crying blood, accompanied by the sound of intermittent chopping of firewood and miscellaneous trees, sounded clearly in Jinyan's ears.

Jin Yan slowly stood up and was about to walk outside the house. When his eyes touched the dispensable wood door of this simple firewood house, he couldn't help but stop his hand from reaching out to open the door.

"Forget it...... Let's just do the air jump and get out of here!" Jin Yan thought so, and implemented it like this.

"Bang ......" the tea house fell down with a bang.

At this time, Jin Yan found herself at the peak of the cuckoo.

"Click...... "This is the sound ......of chopping wood from the broken branches and remaining trees.

However, Jin Yan also heard the sound of felling not for the purpose of chopping wood, but as if he was carefully repairing the precious trees in the flower garden, and he could feel that this person was not simple just from the rhythm of this very ingenious and exquisite felling.

Jin Yan followed the felling reputation, and only then did he discover that among the thousands of flowers, a one-armed woodcutter was concentrating on repairing one rhododendron tree after another. He tentatively reached out to feel if there was any prohibition in place. But everything is normal, there is nothing at all, he opened the Qiankun Star Pupil to check, and everything is still normal.

"It's strange, there's nothing! Why can't I achieve a space jump before!" Jin Yan was a little unbelieving, but after trying again, he was okay.

"Young man, the old man saved your life, if you don't thank you, forget it. Why do you want to run away when your house collapses!

Suddenly, a miserable voice sounded in Jin Yan's ears, and he immediately appeared.

At this time, the one-armed woodcutter was already standing beside Jin Yan, and then looked at him intentionally or unintentionally.

"It's okay, it's just ......," said the one-armed woodcutter, but he choked up the rest of the words!

Jin Yan also couldn't help but stare at the one-armed woodcutter in front of him who looked a little short because of his rickets, not that Jin Yan deliberately went to reveal the scar, but he just couldn't help but care about his severed arm.

"I'm really sorry......" Jin Yan immediately retracted his gaze, not knowing whether to apologize for destroying the one-armed woodcutter's firewood house before, or apologize for his current abrupt behavior, or both.

Although Jin Yan withdrew his gaze, he actually shifted his gaze from the severed arm of the one-armed woodcutter to the man's face, but he was not staring at the person blatantly, but he just sincerely met the man's gaze and quickly shifted it.

However, Jin Yan also saw this person's face clearly, this person's face was black and yellow mixed with red, as if it had been squeezed by the sun and the years, and the deep wrinkles of folds had been piled up. But he always happily showed a mouth of black, yellowish teeth of a face almost identical to his, which seemed to protrude from his mouth intentionally.

"How is it, young man, have you finished observing?" The one-armed woodcutter saw that Jin Yan had been looking at himself curiously, but he said happily: "If you finish observing, then it's time to work!"

"Work?" Jin Yan was a little confused, "What kind of work?"

"What do you say?" The one-armed woodcutter raised the rusty sickle and shook it in front of Jin Yan, and said, "You destroyed the old man's house, shouldn't you say something......

"This ......" Jin Yan couldn't help but be shocked when he saw the rusty sickle, so he hurriedly replied: "It's supposed to be said, I understand...... Know ......"

"Now that you understand...... Then go for it!" The one-armed woodcutter said and threw the rusty scythe directly to Jin Yan, "Take this scythe...... Otherwise, I'm afraid you won't even be able to cut down a single piece of wood!"

"Shh......h Hiss...... It's also too ...... TM is heavy......" Jin Yan took the rusty scythe very directly, but it seemed to catch a piece of the sky. For a moment, he was directly pressed down 10,000 meters, leaving only a loud and long echo, rippling outside the pit of thousands of miles.

The one-armed woodcutter looked down at the 10,000-mile pit in front of him, and said with some schadenfreude: "Don't take it for granted, boy, the supreme world is not as simple as you think!"

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the sun is setting.

The remnant sun is like blood floating for thousands of miles, rhododendrons are all over the mountains, and at the top of the mountain, a rickety and lonely shadow stretches obliquely. And the cuckoos cry blood, connecting this piece of heaven and earth, as well as the lonely back, into a red line!