"Wang Xilou?"

The heavenly immortal was stunned for a moment, and his eyes were like two knives, sweeping towards a man and a woman who were still awake next to him.

Even if they become immortals, in the eyes of their monsters, almost all humans look the same.

I heard one of them suddenly say aloud:

"Lord Dongwang, my disciple and I passed through Fujian, and we didn't want to offend, so we won't participate in the affairs between you Fujian monsters, and we will retire first."

As he spoke, he ignored the pulling and pulling of the young dragon king who was like a fan brother next to him, and as soon as he shook his hand, he was about to run away with his master.

Wang Xilou even shrunk his neck and followed his apprentice brother in small steps.

She didn't say a word from the beginning, and looked back from time to time, she was a little nervous.

The Eastern Princes were silent.

He deliberately waited for Nezha to leave Fujian before starting his plan, but he didn't expect another Wang Xilou to appear.

Is it providential?

He looked up at the sky, but the sky didn't give him an answer.

The Eastern Maharaja was one of the first creatures.

At that time, the heavens and the earth were far less muddy than they are now.

He had just been born silent, ignorant, and a faded figure appeared in his memory.

He didn't say a word to himself, he just took his hand and led him out of the forest.

There are many, many other creatures beyond the forest.

Gradually, he learned the language of the elves, but he only smiled and looked at them, never speaking.

He lay on his side under the tree that day, crossed one leg, one hand supporting his face, and yawned.

He asked, "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

He didn't have time to answer anything.

And the man disappeared into the world.

It never appeared again.

"Pretty or not, won't you see it yourself?" He said to the sky.

"What did he say?" Wang Xilou asked in a low voice.

"I don't know, don't ask, run, this man is insane."

The wind is unreasonable, like a great enemy.

is a big demon king like Ao Ren, which is no longer easy for him to deal with, let alone such an immortal who escaped from another great demon king.

Suddenly, the surrounding environment changes.

The torrential rain disappeared like a note, and the clouds were lifted to reveal a big sun, and the villages, tiled houses, and the Dragon King Temple were all gone.

The master and apprentice stood on the top of the mountains, surrounded by clouds and mist, under the blue sky.

They were dragged into the land of the Eastern Princes.

The Purple Mansion is the 'business card' of powerful practitioners, and the most famous of them is the Lethe River.

It has another name.

Ghosts

They were pulled into the ghost of an immortal.

A few voices could be heard in the mountains and forests in the distance.

"What's going on?"

"Where is this? Senior Liao ......"

"Don't panic, I'm in the ghost."

Five people came from the mountains.

An old man, four young people, still wearing company uniforms,

Among them, the old man is lean, with two goatees, wearing a yellow coat and holding a jade ruyi.

He looked at this side, and his voice was like a bell: "Fujian Incense Dao Liao Tianxing and several juniors of the official mansion of the country, I have seen all the adults, I don't know how many adults are fighting here, they strayed into this place, and look at ......."

Before he could finish speaking, a javelin shot out of his heart, plunging into his heart and into the ground.

Under one person, the incense Shinto practitioner above ten thousand people was crucified in place with one face.

The strongest law enforcer in Fujian widened his eyes, and blood gushed out of his mouth like a water pump.

Several company employees next to him were shocked.

Feng Wuli held the hand of the woman beside him tightly.

When he looked at Wang Xilou, he could see the uneasiness in her heart, it was the first time he saw Wang Xilou so uneasy, like a fried cat, his hair was wet and on his face, he suddenly felt that Wang Xilou was so weak, delicate, like flowers watered by the rain, beautiful but fragile.

"It's fine." He whispered to reassure, "It's just an immortal, the stove king didn't kill me back then." ”

Wang Xilou suddenly had another palpitation, she had just stood alone on the beach, watching the waves crashing against the sky.

She felt that Lei Yun was hiding uneasiness at that time, but she didn't expect it to develop like this, and without waiting for Wang Xilou to say anything, her apprentice raised his head and asked, "Lord Dongwang, what does this mean?" ”

"If I let you go, it will be an injustice to other monsters in this land."

After he pulled the three of them into his land of nothingness, his tone became more majestic, like this Fang Tianshen, not angry and arrogant.

"My lord and I don't interfere with the river water, and we are safe, but now you want to kill me, what about my justice?"

"Is it fair for a million people to seek revenge on Zao Jun back then, trying to kill his millions of followers and cutting his incense?"

Feng asked unreasonably: "How do you compare to Stove Jun?" ”

"Fighting method, I'm one step behind."

"Do you think you'll be able to keep me? As Ao Ren said, we two cultivators outside the Immortal Gate have joined forces, what are your chances of winning even if you are an immortal? ”

"Today, whether the two of you die or fall below, it is enough to support this world for another twenty years."

"It's better for you to cut yourself first, and we will follow closely and fill the world for forty years."

“…… Stop me, or I'll send the two on their way first. ”

"Then let my apprentice out first!"

A javelin shot at them—

The spiritual power of this piece suddenly boiled, as if a giant eye had opened under the deep sea, and the spiritual power that was triggered in an instant, a hundred-meter-high iceberg rose from the ground, freezing and making a tooth-sour sound.

Feng unreasonably picked up Wang Xilou horizontally and disappeared in place, and the thunder spear broke the iceberg and stuck in the place where the two were standing.

Ao Ren over there yelled at them: "He is an immortal who relies on the mercy of the ancient gods!" The ancient god is about to wither, he is already going crazy, Lord Wang Xilou, there is still a glimmer of life when you join forces! ”

"You find a place to hide." Feng was unreasonable, so he only had time to explain to Wang Xilou like this.

The young dragon king turned back into a dragon body, a huge thing of nearly two kilometers coiled between the mountains and forests, the mountains and clouds and mist were under him, and the wind was stirred at every turn.

As soon as the two spears that represented the authority he held came out, the dragon's blood swayed, and when the mountains turned into battle grounds, the mountains were like building blocks and mud in front of the two monsters.

Ao Ren is obviously defeated by the prince of the East, and there is no reason for the wind to let him break them one by one.

The prince of the east was like a killing god, and he twisted a ray of thunder, and the thunder in his hand was infused, but he suddenly stopped.

Trillion Eternal Tribulation –

Ao Ren, who found an opportunity, swung his tail, and the twenty or so kilometer peaks in the distance all turned into powder.

"Do you have a way to kill him completely!"

"Xiaolong is a major in life, and he is not good at fighting."

"My means are not on the table in such a battle!"

"How's the moment?"

"You create an opportunity for me to get within five meters of him!" As soon as Feng Wuli proposed this, a flash of lightning shot into his heart.

Trillion Eternal Tribulation –

The thunder pierced the sky, and the wind suddenly disappeared in place, appearing on another mountain.

Twice, the backlash of the trillion-loaded eternal calamity began to appear.

(End of chapter)