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However, he has been doing nothing.

Neither got involved in the battle between the two grandmasters, nor did he help Ling Yunzi and the others.

The calm face gradually no longer sees the confusion of the past, but it does not give people the feeling of a city.

Such a subtlety not only reminded her of an old saying - heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs.

A person who is full of wisdom will not be full of admiration for good people, nor will he be full of hatred for bad people.

Just as the sun and rain in heaven are showered on everyone, regardless of each other, they are all the same.

Zhiwei absorbed King Ming, Li Xingyuan, and ten thousand people slaughtered three people into Zi Weixing, a transcendent demon god, a fighter in the human race who even the emperor did not hesitate to kill, and a half-demon mountain king who was difficult to distinguish between good and evil.

And he is actually not a person who maintains "orthodoxy" in the true sense.

The scale in his heart was in line with the Tao and nature, and he did not abide by the rules set by the human race.

Just thinking wildly, Wei Xiaoge suddenly felt the hand that had been held by Wan Tu suddenly tightened, and she almost screamed in pain.

She couldn't help but turn her face sideways to look over, Wan Tu had been staring intently at the battle between Wan Ling Mountain and Yang Ming Zhenren, and there was no pride in winning the three outer martial arts cultivators on her face, and there was a faint sadness in her eyes.

What's going on, is Wan Ling Mountain going to lose?

If so, why didn't he go to help?

In the midst of her doubt, she heard an earth-shattering roar from Wan Ling Mountain, as if she was like a lion who died generously in the western mountains at dusk.

Wan Qian Shan no longer sat on the ground at this moment, and the whole person stood in the air, as if there was an invisible high platform under his feet, looking at his thin body, as if he was expanding. The messy gray hair was flying in the wind, and the eyes that had always been lazy and half-squinted were wide open.

The wind was raging all around, as if it were about to blow all things in heaven and earth to the end of the earth.

Even standing nearly twenty feet away, feeling the surging energy, Wei Xiaoge immediately cast a defensive wall.

However, she found that Zhiwei, who had been closing her eyes all the time, had blessed everyone, including the three Outer Skill Daoists, with a more stable circle of vitality.

The handsome little Taoist priest who was once sluggish moved very quickly.

Yang Ming Zhenren showed a look of horror on his face, and shouted while defending, "You madman, you are crazy!"

Wan Qian Shan laughed wildly, completely ignoring Yang Ming Zhenren, his eyes looked at the far away place between heaven and earth, "Leave a wrecked body, regret this floating life, why not laugh at the world drunk, I am a disciple of the mountain, I will go!"

"Master!" shouted in grief, his eyes slamming down two lines of tears.

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, but it's not time to cry.

It turned out that Wan Ling Mountain planned to dismiss the army at this time...... Wei Xiaoge felt the pain of the people around him, as if he also grieved with him.

These two people, the apprentice is not like the apprentice, and the master is not like the master, but the relationship is very deep.

Wan Lingshan's body standing in the air rushed towards Yang Ming Zhenren, and before he could get close, his body suddenly fell from the sky.

I don't know if others can see it, but Wei Xiaoge, who opened his eyes, saw it really clearly, and at the same time that Wan Lingshan's body fell, a vibrant soul came out of his body.

It's amazing!

What's even more surprising is that the soul of Wan Ling Mountain is so young, as if he is only in his early twenties.

With thin lips, he was a little handsome, but unfortunately he had a rogue smell all over his body, which didn't match his appearance at all.

At this moment, the ten thousand people Tu Zao let go of her hand, and in the blink of an eye, the big bow was full, and an arrow was shot, but it was not aimed at Yang Ming Zhenren, but towards the master's body.

The long arrow carried a shell that had no trace of vitality, circled around and fell in front of him.

At the same time, the young soul of Wan Ling Mountain did not stop, directly penetrating the defensive wall of Yang Ming Zhenren and the body of Lao Dao.

actually dragged out the soul of Yang Ming Zhenren.

Compare the two, and the score is superior.

The soul of Yang Ming Zhenren revealed a dull twilight, although he looked younger than now, he was properly an old man.

The younger version of Wan Lingshan seemed to notice Wei Xiaoge staring at him, and grinned: "Little girl, what are you doing standing stupidly, quickly ruining Yang Ming's body." ”

Wei Xiaoge raised his slingshot, aimed at the throat and top door of Yang Ming Zhenren, who was on the ground, and shot it with a puff, shouting at the same time in his mouth: "Ten thousand slaughterers, shoot Yang Ming's body, quickly!"

The 10,000-strong slaughter full of grief came back to his senses violently and fired three arrows in a volley.

The person also flew over with the arrow, and changed the big knife to the top of Yang Mingzhen's head and slashed down.

Xuan Zhen, who was injured, didn't have time to think about it, so he hurriedly blocked it, threw the sword in his hand, and blocked two of the arrows.

Ling Yunzi and Ling Xiaozi also moved.

Wei Xiaoge's steel ball was knocked away, and the arrows of the Ten Thousand Slaughter did not work, and the knife was blocked by Ling Yunzi.

The slaughter of 10,000 people without hesitation, with the same posture, raised the big knife high above the head and slashed down again, and the momentum was amazing to the extreme. Ling Yunzi didn't dare to be careless, and puffed up his whole body's true qi to block it.

I heard a thunderous roar, and the two broadswords were intertwined.

Immediately after that, there were countless knives and knives, and the figures of the two of them flashed like lightning, and the speed was so fast that they smacked their tongues.

Xuan Zhen, who was powerless to fight, was even more surprised in his heart.

Ling Yunzi's nephew is really extraordinary, and he is more than one step better than himself. And what is even more terrifying is the slaughter of half-demon people, whether it is momentum or sword intent, there is actually the demeanor of the sword god Yu Fengyang that he saw in his early years.

I used to think that people were opportunistic, but now I understand.

Even without the help of Wan's evil law, three people fighting one person and fighting to the death may not really be able to win and fight more than 10,000 people.

Wei Xiaoge looked at the slaughter of ten thousand people intently, and saw that he did not have any crisis, not only that, but also had a slight upper hand. Moreover, she saw that the calculation of the slaughter of ten thousand people, Yang Ming Zhenren's body may not be able to be saved!

Her perception was too exhausted before, and she couldn't fight anymore, so she didn't have to join in the fun, so she looked up and looked at the entanglement between the two souls in the sky.

The soul of Yang Ming Zhenren in the sky was pulled by the soul of Wan Ling Mountain, dying and struggling, and actually cut off an arm.

Wan Lingshan grinned and grabbed his other arm, "Old Taoist, where are you going?"

Yang Mingzhen hurriedly shouted to Zhiwei: "Apprentice, hurry up and leave the soul, come and help the teacher." ”

Wei Xiaoge set his sights on Zhiwei, will he help?

At this moment, above the head of Zhiwei, who was sitting majestically, a soul that was indistinguishable from himself rose.

Although the eyes of the body are closed, the eyes of the soul are shining, with the light of indescribable wisdom, as if the heavens and the earth are all in the eyes.

Wan Yanshan smiled and said to Zhiwei: "Little Taoist is very capable, do you really want to help your master?"

Zhiwei saluted to Wan Ling Mountain, "I also ask my seniors to let him go for the time being, as a disciple, I always have expectations for him." ”

Wan Qian Mountain sighed lightly.

once tried his best to accept this little Taoist priest as an apprentice, and secretly instructed him many times.

If it weren't for his constant instigation, Yang Ming, a narrow-minded goods, would probably have to raise the little Taoist priest in the view for the rest of his life and become a completely unsophisticated nerd.