Chapter 630: Come to My Shoulder

However, this ball was not an elixir, but a wooden eyeball, which was dripping and spinning on the ground at the moment.

"After talking for so long, it's time to meet with Anxin Daxian calmly. Huang Xuan's voice became closer, it should be a sound transmission spell.

"The contemptible Huang Yu ancestor, now there is only one Huang Yu fake eye left, and I see each other sincerely. The eyeballs jumped and fell back into the dust, "The matter here can be regarded as a confused account caused by the contemptible disciples, and I hope that the Daxian will bear with me." ”

"Hmm. Qu Nansheng focused on pranayama and didn't say much, but Wu Bi still hadn't finished asking - after all, what is the "one-page map", extraterritorial heavenly demons or something, maybe it is related to the soul world and the universe, and you can't feel at ease if you don't ask.

"Okay, so let's talk about it, where did you just go? I have a few more words to ask. Wu Bi saw that Huang Xuan's words were endless, and he didn't take the opportunity to make any requests, so the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was not simple-what was the plan of this old eyeball who had to follow Anxin Daxian?

"I haven't spoken to outsiders for many years, if Anxin Daxian is not in a hurry to go downstairs, then I, Huang Xuan, know everything. His eyes jumped again.

"Just now you said that you wanted to find another way to avoid the countless pairs of eyes in the sky......" Wu Bi squatted next to the eyeballs and asked, "So you used a spell to refine a cloud of mist?"

Wu Bi naturally had his reasons for such a guess - first of all, Huang Yu Ancestor himself said that he wanted to hide, so it was natural to release the fog, and when Huang Yu's technique upstairs was broken by the giant array, the fog that shrouded the crane tower suddenly dispersed, and it was difficult not to connect the two.

"Yo, little brother noticed?" Huang Xuan turned around, "Everyone in the world knows that the Crane Tower is just a small building, but few people care about this fog ......."

"Speaking of which, up and down the Crane Tower, only this mist and the 'one-page atlas' can be called treasures, and the other pills are not worth mentioning. Huang Xuan said, floating up gently, "Back then, I looked at the scene on the map, searched all over Zhongzhou for a magic weapon that could block the eyes of the sky, and finally found a bead at the foot of Ling Mountain and embedded it in my eyes......"

"It's a pity that he was smashed by Lu Lang's little knife, which is really distressing. Huang Xuan shook his eyes.

"So, the fog is coming from Ling Mountain?" Wu Bi's brain was running fast - Long Jing said that there was a fog in Zhongzhou that blocked the gaze of the soul realm, which meant that Ling Shan didn't want the soul realm to snoop on the side?

"Yes and no. Huang Xuan likes to use this sentence very much, "This pearl is sealed with the mountain mist of Lingshan, and there is also the morning glow of Qixia Pond, and even a little ghost oil that leaks from the bottom of the sky......"

"In addition to the three major sects in Zhongzhou, there are also other masters in this fog, but I, Huang Xuan, am shallow in my cultivation, and I don't recognize who it comes from. Huang Xuan floated very high when he said this, invisibly creating a sense of oppression.

"So?" Wu Bi heard this, and he had a guess - the scale of the Spirit Yuan in Zhongzhou was strong, and the realm of the cultivator was high enough to detect the gaze from the soul realm...... Therefore, when they were not sure whether the soul realm was friend or foe, they each used their magical powers to create this layer of strange mist, which could be regarded as a layer of protection.

Huang Xuan went to Lingshan to seek treasure, found the fog bead with his eyesight, and refined it into his eyes to avoid the gaze of the "countless eyes", which also added a layer of fog to the formation of the mountain protection array of the crane tower, causing Wu Bi to think that Huang Xuan was the one who created the fog.

"So, in this Zhongzhou, not only I, Huang Xuan, am afraid, but also the three major sects. Huang Xuan's voice was filled with a smile.

"What are you afraid of?" Qu Nansheng finally joined the conversation - this person is determined to punish evil immortals and open up the heavens, of course, he must know what is outside the sky.

"I'm afraid of the extraterritorial demons......" Huang Xuan chuckled, "So you guys, which one of our cultivators is an immortal? Isn't it just a 'living' word?"

"So no matter what, you have to live to the end, even if there is only one eyeball left?" Lin Hongying couldn't understand Huang Xuan's logic - he entered the Tao with a gun, and he was a character who never retreated, otherwise he would not have chosen to stand side by side with Qu Nansheng when facing Yang Ning, and he was killed by Lu Dang's knife.

"Yes, I want to live, I don't care if I gouge out my eyes to protect the mountain, and I can bear it if I peel my skin and use it as firewood, as long as I can force back the foreign enemy. Huang Xuan thought very clearly, "But if he wants my life, I can only cut off this master-apprentice relationship and follow the peace of mind." ”

"Since you want to live, you still follow me?" Qu Nansheng raised his eyebrows, "Don't you already know? I want to punish the evil immortals and open the heavens, I don't know how much wind and rain there will be on the road, aren't you afraid?"

"I'm afraid, but I still have to go, because ......" the Huang Yu turned to look at Wu Bi, "This person has the power to turn things around, and he can do the impossible...... A divine sword was casually thrown to Anxin Daxian to help him be reborn, practice the sword piercing the sky, and even pull out a soldier and horses, and dismantle my crane tower all the way into this shape......"

"If you force me to gamble with Lao Huang, if you don't let go at this time, when will you wait?" Huang Xuan stared at Wu Bi, motionless.

Huang Xuan's big tall hat was buttoned down, and Wu Bi was indeed smashed so faint, but he felt that something was wrong: "Then you didn't want me to guarantee at that time, you had to let Anxin Daxian agree to be with you?"

"You are blind to me, you are full of nonsense, how can I believe it? I don't believe you as well as Anxin Daxian, because you are wholeheartedly good to Anxin Daxian, and you can guide him to find his own 'Dao'......" Huang Xuan's high hat was addicted, "If I taught those three boys back then...... With half your heart, I hope that this field would not have ended up today. ”

This is true, but telling Wu Bi in front of Qu Nansheng still makes Wu Bi a little embarrassed - if Huang Xuan Lao'er knew that the candidate he chose at the beginning was Qu Nansheng's son Qu Tiange, would he change his rhetoric?

"Then in that case, you will be on my shoulders from now on. Qu Nansheng turned around and said, Lin Hongying yelled no, but Wu Bi was relieved.

Of course, Wu Bi saw these words with his soul eyes, Huang Xuan's soul was indeed towards Qu Nansheng at this time, but it was difficult to guarantee that this old thing would turn back one day, so he had actually been thinking about whether to beat Huang Xuan to death with his soul guide fist - this was not that Wu Bi was overconfident, but he also saw that Huang Xuan did not have any cultivation left, and it was not much more difficult to shoot him to death than to shoot a fly to death.

Qu Nansheng asked Huang Xuan to put on his shoulder, in addition to fulfilling his promise, it was also a kind of restraint, not giving him a chance to retreat and rebel - if Huang Xuan Ancestor didn't accept it, Wu Bi would definitely not hesitate to beat this old thing to death with a set of soul guide fists.

"As it should be. Huang Xuan didn't think about it, and fell lightly on Qu Nansheng's shoulder......

As soon as Wu Bi put his mind at ease, he saw that the rice jar bit Huang Yu Ancestor in his mouth, and then kicked his hind legs repeatedly.

"Ahhh

He kicked and laughed so loudly that he woke up a man on the ground.