Thereupon.

The menacing Flame Divine Bird suddenly landed only an inch away from Xu Han and the others.

Its head slammed into the ground, and its body swayed violently, especially the huge wings, constantly fluttering, raising waves of fire, but Rao was so, it still did not stand up again.

For above its head, stood a small wooden box, at least not surprisingly large for its massive body.

But the wooden box seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and pressed on the top of its head like Mount Tai and stood still.

As if it couldn't bear such a heavy pressure, the Suzaku Divine Bird's mouth began to emit bursts of mournful screams, and then cracks like poisonous snakes gradually appeared on its body, and the cracks appeared extremely abruptly and quickly, covering its whole body in an instant.

Its struggles grew weaker, and after a few breaths, its wings fell completely, and then with a crisp sound, its massive body shattered like glass.

The firelight fell from the sky, scorching the earth and raising puffs of smoke.

At that time, a figure slowly landed on the wooden box, looking at Lu Houde and the others with cold eyes.

"Mr. Wei!"

Naturally, you don't have to think about it, the person who made the move is Mr. Wei.

Xu Han and the others had different faces, and they called out at that time, they knew very well that Mr. Wei's appearance was in the hands of the other party, and in addition to worrying, everyone was more blamed for themselves.

"It's finally out. Compared with the worries of Xu Han and others, Lu Houde and others smiled fiercely.

Mr. Wei's clothes were agitated, he squinted his eyes and stared at Lu Houde, there was not too much anger in his eyes, but with a touch of sadness.

"A thousand years have passed..."

"Wu Xiaohe's inheritance has fallen into such a field, it's really the old man's fault..."

"Hmph!" Lu Houde snorted coldly when he heard this: "What is the old thing, the name of my Chixiao Sect Patriarch can you mention at will?"

His own master has been waiting in the dark for a long time, just waiting for this Mr. Wei to appear, even if the other party is an immortal, but the previous injury is bound to not have time to recover, at this moment Mr. Wei will never be the opponent of his own master in his opinion, he is naturally a fox and a tiger, and he is not afraid of the old man in front of him.

Syllable!

But before these words could be spoken, a hot and sharp pain came from Lu Houde's side face.

Before he could come back to his senses, he felt a flower in front of him, and a figure dressed in white appeared in front of him at that time.

Although the voice was facing away from him, the scorching and dazzling flame embroidered on the back of the white robe still made Lu Houde recognize the identity of the other party.

He didn't have the courage to criticize the other party for why he made a move on him, but at that time he knelt down with a sincere look of fear and shouted: "Lu Houde greets the master of the sect!"

The surrounding disciples also came back to their senses at that time, and they all knelt down in imitation of Lu Houde, and shouted, "Disciple greets Master Zhangjiao." ”

"Rushing into the sages, this slap was given by me for the old gentleman. The man in the white robe did not turn back, but a cold voice rang out at that time.

Of course, Lu Houde was puzzled in his heart, this was originally to find trouble with this Mr. Wei, why did his own head of the sect suddenly call the other party a sage? But how could he dare to have half a point of disobedience at this time, and hurriedly bowed his head and said: "Thank you for the teachings." ”

......

Xie Minyu This time, it was no longer the towering statue that came to Xu Han and the others, but himself.

He was much younger than Xu Han and the others imagined, at least he looked no more than thirty or so, and even much younger than Ning Zhumang and the others, and in fact, for immortals like them who had lived for hundreds of years, appearance was not something that could be used to measure age.

At this moment, he was dressed in a white robe and agitated, ignoring Xu Han and the others, looking up at Mr. Wei standing on the wooden box, and a smile was outlined at the corner of his mouth: "The juniors collided, and they were dealt with like this, I don't know if Mr. can be satisfied." ”

Xie Minyu has been in charge of the Chixiao Gate for more than 300 years, and he naturally knows a lot more about the secrets in the door than Lu Houde and others.

Several encounters with Mr. Wei made him gradually realize that this old man was far from being as simple as he imagined, especially after going back and reading some records, although it was unbelievable, Xie Minyu still vaguely guessed the identity of the old man.

"The old man doesn't want to participate in the family affairs of Chixiaomen. Mr. Wei looked at Xie Minyu, but he was noncommittal about the kindness suddenly released by this master in charge.

"Mr. Gao Yi. Xie Minyu smiled, and then his face sank suddenly, "Then since that's the case, let's talk about the golden crow true fire in the hands of the seniors." ”

Mr. Wei smiled faintly when he heard this, his hand suddenly appeared, and a golden flame suddenly emerged in the palm of his hand.

Rao Yi Xie Minyu's three-hundred-year-old immortal heart also shook slightly at that time, and a trace of greed flashed in his eyes.

"You want it?" asked Mr. Wei with a smile.

"This thing is related to my Chixiao Gate's thousand-year inheritance, and I also ask Mr. to cut his love, since then, whether Mr. or Mr.'s friends, they are all my Chixiao Gate guests. Xie Minyu said loudly.

"This thing was originally given to me by your ancestor Wu Xiao He, it stands to reason that if you want, I should return it. Mr. Wei said.

When these words came out, Xie Minyu's face suddenly burst into joy, and he said: "Mr. is really admired by future generations..."

But before the word came to his mouth, he stopped at that time.

Mr. Wei's open palm slammed into a slam at that moment, and the golden flame dissipated at that time.

The old man shook his head and said with regret: "Unfortunately, I can't give it to you." ”

At that moment, the joy on Xie Minyu's face froze instantly, the clothes around him agitated, thousands of fire snakes rushed behind him, stretching his body with teeth and claws, he stared at Mr. Wei, and whispered: "It seems that Mr. doesn't want adult beauty?"

Mr. Wei did not directly answer Xie Minyu's question this time, but looked at the man in front of him with calm eyes.

He watched it for a long time, and he had more than ten breaths.

He naturally has his last resort, and such reasons are enough to impress many people. He had reason to believe that with Xie Minyu's 300 years of practice, he could also understand this truth.

But now Xie Minyu, with the addition of the catastrophe, he has seen too many dying people's obsession with life, which is naturally understandable, but many times too deep attachment is exchanged for the loss of nature.

Obviously, at this moment, Xie Min Yu is gradually getting lost in such attachment.

So, the old man shook his head again and said, "No. ”

As a result, the fire snake behind Xie Minyu roared and rushed towards the old man overwhelmingly.

The old man's clothes shook, the ground trembled under his feet, and stone walls suddenly stretched out, stopping the old man to meet the roaring fiery serpent.

......

The battle between the immortals, the mighty rivers and mountains, even if it was just the initial temptation, also made this Henghuang City shake.

Thereupon.

In the palace, a man in a brocade robe frowned, put down the fold in his hand, walked to the door of the main hall, and looked at it with his hands in his hands.

On the Longyin Temple, the sleepy old monk suddenly sat up, tilted his head and thought slightly, then lowered his head, coiled the rosary in his hand, and silently recited Amitabha.

In the Sword Pavilion, the big man with a face full of flesh looked at the rice bowl that had been moved a little bit because of the sudden tremor of the earth, and once again stretched out his hand to put the rice bowl back in its previous position, and then nodded contentedly, and once again buried his head in the hard work as if no one was around.

In the gate of a mansion in Henghuang City, the thin old Confucian student, when he put down the pen, hesitated slightly, and the ink dripped into the snow-white rice paper, and a good character was destroyed. The old Confucian was slightly stunned, and finally sighed lightly, but he didn't know if it was for this good word, or something else...