The grass and dew are still there, and the breeze is like a screen.

In a quiet mountain forest, under a warm spring, an obese middle-aged Taoist priest is soaking in the hot spring with a comfortable face, enjoying the comfort brought by the spring water, while humming a small song, not to mention how happy.

"The cowherd has ploughed the field, go home to find Ah Lian, close the door with two small mouths, and be happy not to be a fairy......"

The fat Taoist priest hummed and took a shower, ready to get up and get dressed and leave.

At this moment, suddenly a blood-red mark lit up on his eyebrows, like a crescent mark, flashing.

However, the fat Taoist priest was suddenly stunned, and then he quickly pinched his fingers and counted, and his face was shocked.

"The One Who Doesn't Suffer from Disaster? How is this possible? In this desolate wilderness, even if it is a single grass or tree, every sand or water, there is a catastrophe in the body, how can a big living person not have the slightest catastrophe? Was it erased? No, no one can erase the robbery, not the three clears, not the poor road, and even more so the others, right...... Is it the people from that place who are back? ”

The fat Taoist priest's face was blue and red alternately.

He couldn't help but shudder when he thought of that place.

Because the people in that place are called the real bosses, and they, the so-called supreme masters in the desolate world, are just a group of bandits who occupy the mountains as kings, and they can only make small fights, and those who can blow up the galaxy with one punch at every turn, it is really too much to be on the table.

"No, you have to run away quickly, you can't stay in the wilderness, just go to heaven to hide for a while, it's really not okay to go to the underworld to hide a hiding, it just so happens that the old king of the dizang king is also hiding in the underworld, go to him and think of a way."

After saying that, the fat Taoist priest immediately packed up his belongings, quickly made a hexagram, and quickly ran in the direction of the west.

He had only been running a few steps before he stopped.

I saw that the fat Taoist priest's face suddenly collapsed, and he sat directly on the stone beside him with his hands down, and said to himself: "What's the use of going to the underworld or the heavenly court?" It's not all the land of the catastrophe, sooner or later it will be done, damn, it's all to blame Yuan Shi and Tongtian, the two bastards, even if they fight at home, they have to mix up the entire flood and famine, now it's okay, there are people from above, you bastards know that you are scared one by one, and you all escape into reincarnation to clear the catastrophe, dream, wait for jail. ”

Speaking of this, when the fat Taoist priest remembered how many days he had been in that black prison, he was suddenly frightened and his legs weakened, and his face turned white.

He didn't want to experience that kind of day anymore.

But if that kid is really sent from above, then he has nowhere to escape from heaven and earth.

"What the hell should I do? It's not running, it's not running, is it really just waiting to go to jail? ”

The fat Taoist priest's fat face was tangled, and he was about to squeeze together.

After a long while, the fat Taoist priest's eyes suddenly lit up, and he suddenly slapped his thigh and said: "Yes, the most dangerous place is the safest place, and Poor Dao follows that person every day and keeps track of his movements at any time, so wouldn't he be able to go to the evil spirit?" Poor Dao is really so smart. ”

The fat Taoist priest was instantly happy, and then turned around directly and went to the Heavenly Gate.

When he returned to Baotian Peak again, he didn't see Shen Lang's figure, only the three masters and apprentices who were lying on their backs.

"Huh? What kind of wine is this so fragrant? ”

After searching for someone to no avail, the fat Taoist priest was attracted by the aroma of wine on the table, and immediately stepped forward to secretly taste it.

It's okay not to drink it, and as soon as he drank it, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"What wine! I didn't expect these two guys to be so poor and sour, and they still have such good wine, so let's him for two bowls first. ”

The fat Taoist raised his eyebrows and sat down directly.

So, half an hour later, there was another person full of nonsense on the back mountain of Baotian Peak.

……

"The mountain wind brings rain and thunder, and the sky changes and moves swift clouds."

In the Black Pole Purgatory, Shen Lang had been practicing for two hours according to the cheats in the swordsmanship of "Clear Wind and Swift Clouds".

This swordsmanship is actually not very profound, anyway, he didn't feel any confusion when he practiced it.

The only strange thing is that as long as he casts this "Clear Wind and Swift Clouds" sword technique, he will automatically be assimilated by the "Taiji Heavenly Emperor Sutra".

But this assimilation is not a bad thing, but a good thing.

Because he found that after assimilating this sword, the "Taiji Heavenly Emperor Sutra" directly increased its power by several grades.

Shen Lang didn't know how much of a good thing this was now, but it was a good thing anyway.

After gradually becoming familiar with "Clear Wind and Clouds", Shen Lang withdrew the Shenzhao Sword from its scabbard, and then pulled out the Demon Sword.

Originally, if it was outside, as long as Shen Lang pulled out these two weapons, he would immediately activate the corresponding godhead in his body, and if he used a sword during the day, he would be a god, but if he used a knife at night, he would be a demon.

This is the innate god and demon body, a very rare physique throughout the ages.

And these two weapons were not randomly obtained by the old man, but were tailor-made for him by himself.

The purpose is twofold, one is to cooperate with his god and demon body and bring it to its strongest potential, and the other is to suppress itself, so as not to fight between gods and demons, and finally become a mad person who is half human and half demon.

The old man told him that the Shenzhao Sword and the Demon Sword were only his temporary weapons, and he would need to get a divine weapon that could fuse the power of gods and demons in the future.

And before that, he must also merge the godhead and the demon personality in his body into one, otherwise, the final result will be torn apart by the two forces.

Regarding the last statement, what the old man said at the beginning was rather vague and he didn't want to elaborate, but Shen Lang always felt that there must be some big secret to his weird physique.

Because the old man often looked at him with strange eyes, as if he was studying something.

Zheng!

A long knife buzzed sound, and Shen Lang pulled out the Demon Knife.

Using these two weapons in the Black Pole Purgatory will not activate your Constitution.

This is the old man who arranged a special restraint magic circle in purgatory, the purpose of which is to create a place for him to concentrate on cultivation.

Whew!

Shen Lang brandished the Demon Knife, and suddenly a looming fierce aura emerged, causing his body to stir for a while, his eyes faintly began to become blood-red, and the Demon Knife was about to erupt.

Shen Lang hurriedly stabilized his mind, and then urged the magic circle in the Black Pole Purgatory to suppress the demonic nature of the Demon Sword.

The old man had told him that this Demon Knife was once a divine soldier of a madman before the enlightenment of the Great Emperor, who had slaughtered thousands of saints, and all of them were great saints.

It was because he had slaughtered too many saints that that the mad emperor was disturbed by the Heavenly Dao when he preached, causing irreversible damage.

This kind of damage cannot be completely reversed even after he becomes an emperor.

And because the resentment of the saint in it was too heavy, this demon sword was finally destroyed by the Heavenly Dao and turned into an ordinary magic weapon.

However, in the end, this knife was accidentally obtained by the old man, so he used the great magic power to restore its essence, and also used it to kill 9,990 righteous path sages, and only need to kill ten more great sages, this knife can be promoted to quasi-emperor soldiers.

Similarly, the Shenzhao Sword has also killed 9,990 Demon Dao Great Sages, and after it kills another ten Demon Dao Great Sages, it can also become a quasi-emperor soldier.

In the end, as long as Shen Lang can fuse the two weapons, he can create his own imperial soldier.

And at that time, Shen Lang must also be a transcendent existence beyond the Great Sage.

At that time, the old man would come back to him and take him to the so-called polar region.

""Ascending the Tower and Breaking the Moon", the drunkard will send his true feelings, and go upstairs to look at the moon and the sky will be broken."

Shen Lang flipped up the sword technique cheats and read out the preface of the cheats softly.

The Demon Knife jumped up with Shen Lang's hands, and an attic seemed to appear in the void, and a bright moon seemed to be hanging outside the building.

Shen Lang is like a drunken person with a cold heart, after losing his beloved, he returns to his hometown, he doesn't want to remember, he just wants to cut off the attic, the bright moon, and the heaven and the earth.

The blade of the Demon Knife, which was originally full of cracks, as if it was about to turn into shards all over the ground at any time, suddenly flashed red, turning into a blood-red long knife, slashing the attic, the bright moon, and the heaven and earth with one slash.

I don't know how long it took, a wave of hunger hit, Shen Lang put away his moves, put the two cheats on the seventh floor of the Extreme Prison Hall, and he was moved and appeared in the outside world.

"Huh? Haven't woken up yet? ”

At this time, the sun was setting in the west, and it was already afternoon, Shen Lang didn't see Xuqingzi and a few people, so he came to the back mountain to take a look, and those people were still sleeping on the ground at this time.

Shen Lang was also a little speechless, although this wine is strong, it won't be so drunk to death, right?

You are also cultivators, are you so bad at drinking?

However, Shen Lang didn't think about it, the reason why the three of them were drunk was not because of the bad amount of alcohol, but because they were cheated by him.

Last night, he exaggerated the games one by one, first shaking the dice, then fifteen or twenty, and then doing some kind of fantasy fried golden flower.

At first, it was just a cup of drink, and then a few people lost their eyes, and they just dried bowl by bowl.

Spirits in the fifties and no mana control it, even a dinosaur can't cover it.

Shen Lang shook his head, and was about to leave, but his expression suddenly became stunned.

I saw his eyes widen, staring closely at the few people present.

"A... Two... Three... Four... One... Two... Three... One, two, three... Void Kiyoko... Zen... Senior Sister Zhou... Old Taoist... Dwarf monk... Senior Sister Zhou... Hiss... Old Taoist... Dwarf monk... Senior Sister Zhou... Fat Taoist... Old Taoist... Fat Taoist... Old Taoist... Fat Taoist,, who are you? ”

Shen Lang looked surprised, and immediately shouted angrily.

was shocked by him, and several people on the ground finally reacted, and they all shook their heads and stood up.

"Is that you? Dead fatty, what are you doing again? ”

Shen Lang's brain that was a little short-circuited finally reacted, and the person who suddenly appeared was the fat Taoist.

What is this guy doing here?

Or do you not give up on the little white fox?

Or are you here to eat and drink?