Yunxiao Pavilion is a medium-sized sect in the fairy world, with 300 inner disciples and more than 800 outer disciples, adding up to more than 1,000 people, with five cities under its jurisdiction, occupying not too many resources, but it is not lacking, Yunxiao Pavilion is a relatively kind sect to the people, so the five cities are still prosperous, and each of them has a population of 100,000.

It stands to reason that with such strength, you should live a comfortable life, but the most difficult thing in the fairy world is a sect like Yunxiao Pavilion that can't reach the world and the ground.

A sect like Yunxiao Pavilion has missed the best opportunity to grow, and when the resources were extremely abundant, it was not able to expand into a giant sect like the Yin Poison Sect, and now if it wants to go up, it can only rely on devouring other sects that are weaker than itself, but even those weak sects, the one that can survive until now is not a sharp and thorny one?

To be honest, not to mention devouring other sects, not being devoured by other larger sects, it can be regarded as a good thing for Yunxiao Pavilion.

Therefore, although the Sky Pavilion looks quite majestic, it has always lived a cautious and cautious life.

However, from today onwards, the Sky Pavilion does not need to continue to live cautiously and cautiously. Because the days of the Sky Pavilion are gone!

A thin, naked man with a tattered trolley box stood in front of a large crystal stele.

The sky above the thin man's head was cloudy, and in the midst of the raging wind, a vicious giant monster flew up from all around and threw himself into the man's thin body, each giant monster crashed into the thin man, and the thin man's body stumbled slightly, and these giant demons that were several times taller than the thin man's body eventually turned into hideous tattoos on the thin man's body.

A moment later, the emaciated man was covered with dense tattoos.

The tattooed man spat out a faint breath of blood, and at his feet, around him, there were dense corpses, spread out like a picture scroll, and the blood stained the ruined Cloud Temple, and more than a thousand immortal cultivators up and down the entire Cloud Pavilion were all lying here.

On the crystal-like stele in front of the tattooed man, there was a woman with a beautiful face who pinched thunder in her hand, wearing a gorgeous skirt, all stained with blood at this time.

Cloud Pavilion Pavilion Lord Luo Yi.

"Why what, why did you find us in the Sky Pavilion? I don't remember that we have such an enemy as you in the Sky Pavilion!"

There was a trace of regret in the godless eyes of the tattooed man, and he said: "Not only your Yunxiao Pavilion, I will go all the way, and all the sects I encounter will be destroyed!"

Luo Yi's long hair was scattered, swaying angrily in the wind, and he gritted his teeth and said, "What is it for?"

The tattooed man squatted down, slowly pulled the zipper of the trolley box, and replied: "In the fairy world, what is there to do? I need ten stele bodies for the existence of the Casting Tablet Realm, and it just so happens that you have them here, and that's it." ”

Gollum......

The stomach roared with hunger and hunger suddenly sounded from the half-opened trolley box, and the sound made the ground tremble, and the heavy dark clouds in the sky were scattered into velvet, and a great ripple rippled in the air.

When Luo Yi heard this voice, a trace of doubt appeared on his face, and then his face was brushed without any blood, including the crystal monument behind Luo Yi, which began to tremble.

Eat the stele ghost!

The thunder lit up the entire sky, and the huge thunder fell from the sky, doing the most dying struggle.

The dark clouds in the sky were torn, the sun shone on the earth like never before, the magnificent and magnificent Yunxiao Temple full of inviolable majesty turned into ruins, and the corpses of thousands of immortal cultivators decayed into ashes at this time, and the divine souls were devoured by the divine soldiers and gods in Erlang's search mountain map, and the power of vitality had long since escaped without a trace.

The ruins looked empty, with nothing left, as if there had never been anything here.

An old man with his hands in his sleeves and a yellow shabby down jacket appeared in the ruins, struggling step by step through the rubble and wreckage.

The tattooed man squatted on the ground and re-pulled the trolley case that was struggling and agitating.

It seemed that the old man of Zhilu Dao was behind him, and the tattooed man spoke: "Cause and effect, cause and effect, old man, are you not afraid of cause and effect now, is it interesting to kill so many immortal cultivators?"

Naturally, it was the old man of the Great Dao Hermit Sweet Potato.

The old man of the sweet potato stretched out his hand to catch the crystal-like stele, pulled out a reading glasses from his pocket, put them on his eyes, and looked at the spar carefully, "Do you know that there are no innocent immortal cultivators in the fairy world?" At first, she devoured the vitality of heaven and earth, and then devoured the ordinary people, devouring other immortal cultivators, don't look at her now she is quite tolerant to the people, when needed, she will definitely swallow one city after another, no matter how good the owner of the pig is, it is just coveting the fat of pork, what is the cause and effect of me killing her? It is the karma of this Holy Mother of the Clouds. ”

As he spoke, the old man of the sweet potato wiped the stele with the sleeve of his shiny down jacket, which was as shiny as a striking iron, and looked at it in the sunlight as if admiring a work of art.

"The six-grade stele of the pseudo-realm, the thing that does not enter the stream. After speaking, the stele in the sweet potato old man's hand disappeared with a whizz, and was put away by the sweet potato old man.

The old man of the sweet potato put his hands into his cuffs again, and said with a mercenary smile on his face: "Son, it's time to go on the road, it's been delayed for a long time, if those guys react, it will be troublesome to get together, and when the time comes, maybe it's our two sons who will run for their lives in all directions." ”

The tattooed man said dissatisfiedly: "You have to tell me to take a breath, right?" I knew that Lu Dao would help you do so much dirty work, and I wouldn't come to this fairy world with you if I was killed, if the boss was here, these jobs would be the most suitable for her." ”

The wrinkles on the sweet potato old man's face wrinkled together when he heard this, and he said with a worried expression: "I don't know what happened to the boss of Lu Dao, your mother went to look for her, I don't know if Lu Dao has found it now." ”

The tattooed man sorted out the trolley box, stood up and said, "Don't pretend, you know better than anyone else, whether it is the mortal world or the fairy world, the guy who can kill the boss has not yet been born." ”

The old man with the sweet potato nodded, obviously agreeing with this sentence.

"How is the harvest over there?"

The old man of the sweet potato said quite proudly: "Much stronger than you, the second child has already collected three spars, and they are all steles above the fourth grade of the pseudo-realm, which is much stronger than you." ”

The tattooed man didn't have a strong sense of competition, so he was not interested in the sweet potato old man's secret provocation and encouragement, and suddenly asked: "Old man, do you say there is a stele in the world that is not a pseudo-realm?"

The old man of the sweet potato said: "The stele was cast before the immortal fan was divided, and four out of ten were real steles, and after the immortal fan was separated, eleven out of ten were pseudo-realms! ”

"Where's next?" the tattooed man pulled out a map and prepared to hit the road.

"Dragon Tiger Danmen, that sounds imposing!"

When the old man of sweet potatoes heard this, he thought about it and said: "Forget about the Dragon and Tiger Danmen, this sect is full of elm lumps, nothing interesting, the few in the fairy world have not been stained with much meat, it is not easy to live until now, change one, change one." ”

For the tattooed man, it doesn't matter, it's just a left and right direction, so he casually changed the direction by flipping the map again, and said in a low voice: "Xinghuo Yuan." ”

The old man of the sweet potato smiled and said: "That's it, the sect that lights the sky lantern to collect the soul, the master of the sect is a big pervert, kill it cleanly, and the stele on his body is estimated to have three or four grades of pseudo-realm." ”

"And there are countless divine souls in their hands, which is very suitable for the growth of the heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals in the Erlang Sou Mountain Diagram on your body. ”

The tattooed man wondered, "In this way, you can achieve what you said about reshaping the immortal path?I see if you were possessed by that god-killing mortal? Shouldn't he do all this dirty work?"

The old man of the sweet potato fiddled with his reading glasses and said: "If you don't break or stand, if you don't dig up all those rotten and moldy things, how can you make those fresh shoots grow? ”

The tattooed man sneered and said, "You said it easily, you just stood by and watched from beginning to end." ”

Sweet potato rubbed his slightly itchy nose with his sleeve, and said with a smile: "No way, who called my son to be angry, I don't just look at it, I have planted more than a hundred Great Dao seeds in this immortal path, before I die, as long as there are ten seeds in it that germinate and grow, I will be satisfied." ”

The tattooed man suddenly stopped, and the indifference in his eyes spread, "Old man, to be honest, you planted Erlang Soushan Diagram on me to make me worse than dead, and you planted Divine Soul Power on the third child to make him die once in thirty days, is it just for today? Our brothers are all victims of your dreams to realize?"

When the sweet potato old man heard this, a philistine's face lost its rich expression, and became pale and pale and pale, and after pursing his lips, the sweet potato old man seemed to want to say something, but he didn't open his mouth after all.

The father and son returned to silence, and the tattooed man suddenly laughed and said, "No wonder the third child is not willing to go with you when he is killed." No wonder our brothers hate you so much, you are so calculating, even your own son is used as a tool. ”

The two figures kept a great distance in the bright sunlight, one after the other, and hit the road again......