"Hey, the snatchers hurry up and hand over the things that don't belong to you and apologize."

Facing the black dragon that could be said to cover the sky and the sun, the corners of Ye Tiandi's mouth twitched and then began to attack Nanshuo on the side.

"I have long suspected that you are a human who has stolen the authority of the gods, after all, how can there be a god like you, but there is a chance to change your life if you are lost, go and apologize to Lord Black Dragon for a few kowtows, it will definitely let you go."

"You guy, I usually look like a dog, but I didn't expect it to be like this now! Then the robber is clearly talking about the child who ran away! ”

Nanshuo shot back instantly, and at the same time felt a little speechless, he didn't expect that Wanye, who was like a poet in the game, actually had such a side.

"But even if you don't have a guy who is about to cry when he sees a dragon, I still have the heavenly way to dare to fight with Thor with bayonets."

Nan Shuo glanced disdainfully at Kazuha, who had collapsed in his heart, and turned his head to look at the hope in his heart—the Heavenly Dao.

Good guy, we have just faced Mr. Tiandao, who has not thought about Thor, and the posture of the earth seat cannot be described as a standard, probably for fear that his current playful face will anger Lord Long, and this guy is about to bury his head in the sea at the bottom of the boat.

When Wan Ye and Nan Shuo saw this scene, a trace of unbearability flashed in their eyes.

Nanshuo thought of the extinguished Divine Vision, and Kazuha thought of the lonely expression that Heavenly Dao could not hide even if he changed his funny face when he rubbed his Divine Vision.

"That's it, is it the reason......"

Nanshuo said silently in his heart.

At this time, this guy who had always claimed that he had no divine power stood up, pulled out the [Dark Moon Edge] and pointed at the dragon in the distance, and at the same time beckoned to Wan Yedao, who was bowing his head and saying nothing:

"Don't be there in a daze, you don't really plan to die like this."

Kazuha grabbed Tiandao's shoulders, pulled him up and said slowly:

"Heavenly Dao, although I don't know what you felt when you faced that thoughtless sword, but you, who taught me to dare to think of all swords, do you want to deny all this yourself?"

Heavenly Dao Ichiji, this guy who stood with a pale face and a proud person with the vision of the thunder attribute god, was crushed by the thunder god's [arrogance]. Why would he calmly accept the funny face painted by Nan Shuo, and why would he just succumb directly to Long Wei.

His arrogant sword had been shattered by the [Thoughtless Sword]. His casualness turned into casualness, his persistence turned into emptiness, and his [dreams] were shattered.

Both Wan Ye and Nan Shuo understood this, but the two of them had deliberately not mentioned this matter, and had been tearing down each other there and complaining, originally to dilute the shadow in Tiandao's heart.

But.........

"However, I have long since lost such qualifications."

Heavenly Dao's hanging face was covered with a shadow.

The slash that slashed in front of his eyes was like a nightmare, lingering in front of his eyes.

Remorse and painful feelings kept pouring into the heart of Heavenly Dao.

The Vision that had already dimmed had regained a little light, but instead of the bright purple before, the purple was mixed with a little black.

Nan Shuo, who was aware of this, showed an imperceptible smile at the corner of his mouth, and instead mobilized the divine power of his whole body to attach it to the sword and said loudly:

"Kazuha help me."

"The next time you ask me for help, please call me Kaedehara."

Kazuha flew towards Nesario in the sky, and although the green wind blade did not break through the dragon's scale armor, it also attached the elemental power of the wind to it.

"Hey, is that all?"

Nan Shuo scoffed.

"The sound of the wind tends to sound later, so listen to it, the sound of the wind singing."

Kazuha landed on the bow of the ship and slowly tucked the katana back into its sheath.

As soon as the sword was unsheathed, a furious wind elemental surged around Nesario's body, nearly tearing the dragon apart.

However, Nan Shuo knew in his heart that this trick would scrape off a little skin on Nesario's scales, so this guy took this opportunity to bully him and smiled:

"Why, I haven't seen you for thousands of years, and I don't know the master?"

Nanshuo held the sword in his right hand and plunged the blade of the Dark Moon Edge into the dragon's body.

In an instant, a large amount of darkness erupted from Nesario's body, pouring into Nanshuo's body, and a blue crystal "pop" came out from the top of Nanshuo's head.

After spewing out a large amount of darkness, the black dragon's body gradually shrunk and gradually turned into a ...... Tall woman with black hair.

"Lord Holdel, you are really evil-hearted, people have come all the way to find you, and you have taken all the money that people have accumulated for thousands of years at once."

The black dragon milk Sario squeezed his charming upper circumference, his eyes rolled and his mouth opened slightly, and he twisted his waist and said as if he was coquettish.

Nan Shuo had never seen such a scene, and immediately spewed out two red rays, and fell to the ship, still saying something nonsense about "wear and tear, this must be wear and tear".

Half an hour later, Nan Shuo, who had two balls of cotton stuffed in his nostrils, said after listening to the "confession" of a certain dragon girl and combing through the situation:

"So you're saying that this blue-haired kid is the demon who stole the [Divine Remains] of the late water god, and you found him on the way to find me, so you plan to get rid of this guy, right?"

"Of course, I'm definitely going to snatch the [Divine Remains] from this guy's hand and offer it to Lord Holdel."

Miss Nesario excitedly hugged one of Nanshuo's hands and sniffed wildly at Nanshuo's scent, making some strange noises from time to time.

Nan Shuo's face was slightly red, and he coughed a few times strongly, but his right hand, which kept rubbing up and down, couldn't deceive the two ronins on the opposite side who had already started drinking tea.

The little boy tied to the mast of the ship was trying to spit out the cotton stuffed in his mouth with a small amount of nasal boogers and a large amount of nosebleeds, but after several attempts he found that he could not do so.

Nan Shuo threw the blue crystal in his hand into the air a few times and walked in front of the little boy.

"Hey, little one, I can see at a glance that you are not human, this thing has something to do with you, say it and I'll give you a good time."

Nan Shuo's intermittent brain cramps just now were because of this thing in his hand, although he didn't know what it was, he could feel the strong distortion power in it, and Bacheng was the distortion core of the demon in front of him.

The blue-haired child-like demon frantically "hum, hum, hum" but there was something in his mouth, and he couldn't speak at all.

"Hmph, don't say it, it's a bit backbone, but I can roughly guess that when my divine power was weakened before, you used this to plot against this emperor."

Nanshuo is a serious way:

"Do you know what you've done, tell you, Lao Tzu's name is Lizhong, it's the Emperor Yan of Liyue, believe it or not, I'll call the immortals of Liyue to beat you up every minute."

The demon who was tied to the pillar was shocked when he heard this, a demon like him who can already turn into a human form and have a sense of consciousness can be said to be a high-level demon, if it weren't for Nesario and Nanshuo, he wouldn't be planted here today.

He'd heard about Liyue's gods, but he probably knew about emperors and the like.

Listening to the words of the black-haired man in front of him, could it be that he is the legendary Morax?