Five years is like quicksand at the tips of your fingers, and you can't hold it no matter how you hold it.

On the periphery of the Forest of Death, there was a lot of shouting, noisy, and messy footsteps.

A young man in white was covered in blood, his long hair was slightly disheveled, galloping through the forest, looking behind him from time to time, holding a scroll of paintings in his hand.

His facial features are upright, his appearance is handsome, his eyebrows are slightly raised, his eyes are slightly sharp, and he has been tightly pressed together recently, his face is pale, and there is a blood mark on his right shoulder.

His steps suddenly staggered, and he didn't know what he had tripped over, and he almost fell to the ground, because the injuries on his body were a little serious, his brows were slightly frowned, and his face was even paler.

The scroll fell to the ground, and in the next second, a tall figure behind him suddenly jumped overhead, but in an instant, the scroll fell into the hands of the person who came.

The boy's face turned ugly.

Directly opposite the young man, a young man, dressed in a silver robe, looked majestic, square face, dark skin, full of blood on his body, more than two meters tall, standing in front of the young man, looking very tall, like a mountain peak is difficult to shake.

"Bufeng!" The boy shouted in a low voice.

This young man named Bu Feng stomped his right foot on the ground fiercely, and for a while, the vicinity began to shake, and it took a moment to recover, and the voice of Bu Feng was very rough, "Mo Ziqi, according to the rules of our God Clan, you deserve to be punished!" ”

The breeze stirred the young man's long hair, revealing his bloody but extremely pale face, his face became ugly, and he said sharply: "Bufeng, return the scroll to me!" ”

Bu Feng laughed three times, "Mo Ziqi, is this scroll your thing?" What do you mean by letting me give it back to you? If you are so capable, you will rob it, but I tell you, whether you can grab it today or not, you must die! Pretend to take refuge in our god clan and deceive the trust of the Jade Lord, you deserve death! ”

The boy bit his lip, and his eyes became fierce.

The violent power suddenly burst out, and the curvature on the corner of Bu Feng's mouth slowly converged, and his expression became solemn and cold, and at the same time, a powerful force burst out from Bu Feng's body and spun around, making his whole person's momentum look even stronger!

"Mo Ziqi!" Bu Feng suddenly shouted.

The young man's eyes narrowed slightly, and at that moment, he looked behind him slightly, and heard the chaotic footsteps that were about to catch up, and suddenly, the young man's eyes suddenly widened, looked behind Bu Feng, and exclaimed, "Jade Lord!?" ”

That Bu Feng was stunned for a moment, and suddenly turned his head, but at the same time, the young man suddenly moved, like a gust of wind, and attacked Bu Feng's neck fiercely, Bu Feng was shocked, knowing that he had been tricked, he was busy defending, but his hands were empty, it turned out that Mo Ziqi was deliberately like this in order to seize the painting shaft!

"Mo Ziqi, you are too cunning!"

The corners of Mo Ziqi's mouth hooked up with a sneer, "Idiot, don't you know that soldiers are not tired of cheating?" ”

Bu Feng's face darkened, and he yelled, "I'm going to kill you!" Mo Ziqi! ”

Mo Ziqi snorted coldly, put the scroll in his arms, sealed his hands in mid-air, and Bu Feng's face changed, "You actually learned the divine seal of our god clan!?" ”

Bu Feng was shocked!

"How can you come home empty-handed!?"

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