"Old man, you didn't come out early, you didn't come out late, but it was the key to victory or defeat, you old immortal jumped out? Sincerely against me, isn't it?" The man in gold armor had a rough voice.

In the body, the part of the soul that belonged to Wang Shan quietly faded, and Wang Evil scolded the little boy who was sitting on the back of the crane.

Song Yan looked at the white crane riding on the horse, his face was a little ugly, originally in order to not alarm the saints of a continent in this siege that spanned several continents, he and the monks of the upper five realms temporarily fell to a realm together, and used a secret method to cover up the heavenly opportunity.

But he never thought that after the fall of this monk, he not only removed the part of the spell that belonged to him, but also secretly made manipulations, so that the saint of this continent could perceive everything in this place first.

But there was no way, from the moment that saint appeared on the stage, even if he was a Twelve Realm cultivator, he couldn't move except for dry staring, and the acupoints all over his body seemed to be blocked, making his face red.

Before the white-clothed boy could speak, the small white crane under him let out a loud crane cry, and his eyes were full of displeasure when he looked at Wang Xi.

The boy in white smiled, but his voice was like that of an old man: "No matter how he calculates that young man, or whether your king comes forward, the old man can turn a blind eye. But you can do it and destroy the four great mountains of my Ethereal Continent in a row, how can this account be calculated?"

Song Yan's throat tightened, and he began to silently calculate the way to survive.

Wang Xie rolled his eyes and said first: "Do you know that if I hadn't made a move, your Ethereal Continent would have been refined into a cave blessed land. Instead of thanking me, you are biased in favor of this person, what is the reason?"

I never thought that the little boy in white would laugh angrily at these words: "But if they dare to refine a small mountain bag in the Ethereal Continent, Lao Tzu can beat them, and their life is better than death. Don't think that the wicked will sue first, don't think that I don't know, the gods and goddesses of the mountains and rivers that you killed in the territory of Daqi not long ago, I can turn a blind eye to the present, it is already very face-saving for you."

Wang Xi smiled, "Since this is the case, then make up for the merits, and make up for the merits."

But soon, he said, "You don't come out early, you don't come out late, come out at this time, do you want to protect this old thing, let me spare his life."

The boy squinted and smiled, nodding his head again and again.

Song Yan's eyes lit up, and he suddenly seemed to have found a life-saving straw.

Seeing this, Wang Wei said angrily, "Who is he? Your own son?"

With such a rebellious words, the angry little boy rode the white crane, furious, and was about to rush forward to fight with Wang Xie, but he didn't want the little boy to hug the slender neck of the white crane, and said in a harmonious voice: "Okay, okay, okay, don't get in the way, don't get in the way."

He looked at Wang Evil and said with a pleasant face, "Someone has to clean up this mess."

At this moment, Song Yan, who was covered in bruises, suddenly felt that his body was light, and all the coercion and prohibition brought by the arrival of the saint of this continent were gone, and he quickly pounced forward, and hung in the sky with the action of falling to the ground, and begged loudly: "The saint is above, the younger generation is willing to make up for the merits, and please ask the saint to be merciful and save me."

Wang Xie's eyes at this moment are about to turn to the sky, this guy, see the wind and rudder. I knew that the saint of this continent would come, and he didn't pretend to be a calf, so he would have killed him earlier.

The boy in white smiled and said, "Don't worry, I have my own measure."

After speaking, he stood up from the back of the white crane, took a step, and a golden lotus flower appeared at his feet, and he walked leisurely towards Wang Xie.

Wang Wei stretched out three fingers and said coldly, "If you don't agree, don't talk about it."

The boy in white shook his head and said with a smile, "You really dare to speak, but I have another use for one of these things, can I change it?"

Song Yan was confused when he heard it, but he faintly noticed that something was wrong, and when he touched it into his sleeve robe, it was empty.

He turned his head suddenly, and saw three erratic talismans symbolizing the three talents of heaven, earth and man, which appeared in the palm of the white-clothed boy at some point, and he was so angry that he almost didn't spit out a mouthful of old blood.

"This talisman is just used for repair

The damaged Five Mountains."

Wang Wicked smiled slyly, "Give me the fragments of the eighteen imitation Arhats' golden bodies that I have broken, otherwise I won't talk about it."

The boy squinted and smiled, "You kid is really, chicken thief, okay, it's up to you."

After that, with a flick of his fingers, the "Heaven" card and the "People" card turned into two streamers and flew into Wang Xie's palm.

At the same time, the fragments of the eighteen imitation golden-bodied Arhats that were smashed by Wang Wei were used by the boy in white to gather here from all over the earth under his feet.

Wang Wei looked at the mottled pieces of gold floating in front of him, his brows furrowed slightly, but he didn't say anything.

He pinched his fingers, his mind moving slightly, and in an instant, a flame ignited from the bottom of the golden body, removing all the clutter and dust.

Eventually, all the pieces of the golden body were burned into golden slurry by the boy in white, and then solidified into a thumb-sized golden ball.

"Then my king is evil, so I will thank the saint master in advance." Wang Wei grinned and stretched out his hand to pocket the golden pill.

The little boy in white smiled slightly, jumped vertically and horizontally, and flew back to the white crane's back, his finger shook lightly, and the monk who was beaten to death quietly appeared in front of him, and was put into his sleeve.

He laughed, "It's time to go."

Ready to start? What can we get started? Song Yan was confused, and when he turned his head, he saw that Wang Wei had already put on a posture and ignited his fist intent.

"Sage? Why is that? Didn't you say that as long as I make up for it, you will spare my life......" Song Yan said in fear.

"If you dare to do this unprecedented plan, you can avoid the death penalty, but you will not escape the living sin." The boy in white sat cross-legged and smiled.

Wang Xie obviously had no patience, and put a finger between his eyes, his cold eyes shining with golden light: "Old fellow, if you can carry me with a sword, I will carry the trouble of repairing Wuyue for you." I'll only ask you one word, do you dare to take me with a sword."

Song Yan's face was covered with frightened sweat, he did have other techniques to press the bottom of the box, but before he had time to fight between heaven and man, Wang Evil's fingertips, a fierce sword aura rushed into the sky, like the first light in the sky after a long dark night.

In the blink of an eye, the vast ocean-like sword qi smashed towards Song Yan.

Wang Evil didn't even pull out his sword, but just slashed out the strongest sword qi he could sacrifice with one finger.

The heavens and the earth change color, and the sun and the moon have no light.

If you don't take this sword, you have to take it.

Originally, Song Yan also wanted to sacrifice a coiling dragon pillar that he had searched for in a certain ruin from among the things close by, and mainly infused it with painstaking efforts, so that he could summon a god body that had lost its spirit and serve it to summon.

But in the face of this sword qi, all resistance became meaningless, and Song Yan took back the half-exposed coiling dragon pillar back to the nearby object, and with a shock of aura, the nearby object exploded together with all the rare treasures that had been painstakingly searched inside.

After doing all this, Song Yan looked at the overwhelming sea of noisy sword qi, smiled bitterly, and slowly closed his eyes.

The next moment, that cloud of sword qi completely engulfed Song Yan, and the white-clothed boy and the white crane were also within the range of the sword qi, but they didn't seem to be affected at all, the white crane flapped its wings lightly, and flew out of the sword qi leisurely.

He quietly came to Wang Xi's side, stood side by side with him, and said in a deep voice: "With such an incomplete state to enter the eleventh realm of martial arts, it is better to soar away as soon as possible, otherwise not only will this continent of martial arts be swallowed up by you, but it may also cause more variables."

Wang Xie nodded slowly, silent, just swept the mountains and rivers under his feet with the gaze of the gods, and finally froze in Daqi Dongjing, somewhere in the alley.

When he saw the girl he was thinking about walking out, the corners of Wang Xi's mouth felt a little relieved.

The boy in white saw it in his eyes, didn't say anything, grabbed it with both hands, and the monk and Taoist Song Yan were all caught in the palm of his hand.

Wang Wei turned his head and smiled, "I'll go back as soon as I go, and it won't take too much time."

The boy in white nodded.

Wang Xie didn't stay too long, turned into a rainbow light, and crossed thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in the blink of an eye.

In the valley, the boy sat cross-legged, covered in bruises.

Wang Xie took a few steps forward, and a bad thought vaguely rose in his heart, ten hours had passed, and Xia Ze still failed to refine the shark bead, could it be that he really wanted him to interrupt this refining?

But soon, Wang Wei smiled.

Xia Ze's body was surrounded by a faint vapor of water, and as he approached, a dragon roar sounded in the Qi Mansion, obviously refining the shark bead.

Xia Ze slowly opened his eyes, and as he exhaled and breathed, there were fluttering gravels on the ground that gently oscillated, obviously refining the Fuyao soil.

"Don't get up, and refine the essence of the wood in one fell swoop." Wang Xie said softly.

Xia Ze looked at the man in front of him, who was rarely gentle, and vaguely sensed a hint of clues, and asked, "Aren't you leaving?"

Wang Wei nodded, and said with a gentle smile: "After a hearty fight, those who are unscrupulous let me kill half of them, and the rest is all up to you." I wanted to find a helper to be your protector, but when I think about it, if you can't even survive these passes, you're still a martial artist."

Xia Ze nodded, feeling as if his throat was blocked by something, and a thousand words were blocked in his throat at this moment, and he couldn't say anything.

Wang smiled evilly, as if he didn't feel that he had the demeanor of being a master like this, so he turned his back and left Xia Ze with a majestic figure.

"Xiao Jing, I'll leave it to you, I believe that you will be able to take care of her." The man's voice was a little choked.

Xia Ze lowered his head, "You, are you really not going to recognize her?"

"Takefu...... The wind comes and goes in the rain, rolling on the tip of the knife every day, with concern, the punch is not happy, she is still young, it is better not to let her know." Wang Wei silently wiped the "sweat".

Then put all the things in the square inch to the ground and tell them.

"Gone," he said.

As he spoke, the whole person roared and turned into a rainbow again.

"Disciple, thank Master for the blessing of the fist." Xia Ze muttered softly.