"How are you?"

When Li Ji lost his mind, a black-robed man walked over slowly.

His voice was very soft, and he seemed to be a little weak, Li Ji raised his head, only to see an endless and gentle face, and Li Ji only had two words in his mind.

- Warm man.

As soon as Li Ji wanted to speak, the man gently stopped him, his eyes that were like deep pools were full of tenderness.

"I'm Childe Dark Feather."

Listening to the calm voice, Li Ji's pupils dilated suddenly.

Good guys, Mission Impossible.

The man appeared here, still standing beside the throne, and Nadgo did not doubt it, and knew without thinking that he must be a vassal of the night owl.

"The man?"

Li Ji looked at the white bones on the ground, and pointed to the toad in the distance that was also confused.

This Fuyue Toad is also stupid when he looks at the puddle of white bones on the ground, what is the situation!

I finally found someone who understands my preferences, is willing to serve me, and treats myself as an uncle, why is it gone?

It looks like he still sprayed to death, and he seems to have lost his mind just now, what the hell is going on......

When the toad was still confused, he saw a pitch-black bracelet on the wrist of the black-robed man swayed suddenly, and a ray of light instantly locked on the Fuyue toad, and the next moment, the toad had disappeared.

Li Ji saw it in his eyes, trapped in his heart, and before he could ask a question, he suddenly felt that his head was heavy and his consciousness was scattered.

At the same time, Ji Wuregret sat alone in the pavilion, he sat cross-legged, and a broadsword on his knee was exuding a scorching aura.

The night owl went to the morning star, which can be said to be a great gain.

Not only has they harvested a group of powerful servants, but once the son chooses to follow from the low-level stars, then they will be labeled as the son, one is prosperous, and the other is declining, this is the rule of the Ji family.

And Ji Wei regretted that he got a skeleton, an immortal body, and a scorching golden black immortal body as he wished.

Stroking the long sword on his lap, Ji Weiregret still remembers that scene, in the volcanic forbidden land of the Wild Morning Star, a broken skeleton was lying in the hot gold liquid.

That is the immortal body, which surpasses everyone in life, and cannot be violated by mortals when it dies.

And the owner of that corpse is a life and death enemy of the three ancestors of the Ji family, the three ancestors have experienced the morning star, and made a feud with that person, and the three ancestors are in the moment of life and death, the sword is complete, and the blood river sword comes out.

That battle was very tragic, and in the end, the three ancestors won, killing most of the barbarian morning, and the blood river sword was also scattered, and it could only be recuperated in the ancestral court.

As a direct descendant of the three ancestors, Ji Weiregret can be said to have placed great expectations on his predecessors.

No, the Third Ancestor even allowed him to move the remains of the immortal bones.

In fact, if you look closely, the broadsword in the hand of the night owl is actually very similar to the blood river sword of the three ancestors, this broadsword forged from immortal bones is called the Golden Crow.

Ji Weiregret looked at the white shadow that was walking slowly not far away, and heard the sonorous knocking sound in his ears.

The night owl smiled, and in the middle of the owl mountain, the owl seemed to feel something, and they fluttered their wings and flew away.

"Today I'm going to use your bones to forge another sword!"

"I'm going to use the immortal body to pave a road to heaven for me!"

Ji Weiregret slowly stood up, and a different crimson color appeared on his face that was so beautiful that it was indistinguishable between male and female.

Ji Weiqi on the opposite side also slowly stood still, his face was still pale, like a sick man.

"I have to say, Ji has no regrets, even if it is the top brand in the red sleeve move, there is no Peugeot ...... you came"

Listening to Ji Weiqi's teasing, the night owl was not annoyed, but gently pulled up the long hair around his ears, and his face was light.

"If not, how can we attract you Ji Mingque?"

While the two were talking, an enchantment slowly rose, and a pitch-black shroud completely enveloped Xiaoshan.

There are more and more monks watching the excitement outside, and there are many of them who are eight subordinates.

"Is he still alive?"

"Dead."

"Does he really matter to you? More important than those feathers you had back then? ”

Ji Weiregret's hand clenched the Golden Crow Sword, the scorching aura from the hilt of the sword was wandering around his limbs, and the night owl holding the Golden Crow Sword briefly possessed the temperament of an immortal.

The bright bird on the other side was obviously aware of the change in the night stalker, and he looked at the night stalker with a hot breath all over his body, and let out a long sigh.

Immediately, under the gaze of the other party, Ji Weizhi took a bright silver pill.

Immediately after that, the cultivation of the season began to climb.

Build the foundation, tie the Dan, and the original baby! In the end, it stabilized in the god of transformation!

"It turns out that you really didn't get scrapped! Mingque, you can really bear it! ”

There was no joy or anger on Mingque's face, he just quietly looked at the night owl in front of him.

"Back then, you also participated in that event, right?"

……

The two looked at each other for a long time, and they unanimously drew their swords together.

The sky above Xiaoshan suddenly met with wind and clouds, and the dark night could not hide the sudden change in the sky.

"Sword Qi! No! It's kendo! They got their hands dirty! ”

There is no shortage of people with advanced eyesight around the enchantment, and under their advice, everyone eats melons and becomes more and more happy.

And in that enchantment, at this moment, it can really be regarded as the two heavens of ice and fire, and the two air currents repel each other and attack each other.

Even if the two have not yet fought each other, the wind is already raging in this owl mountain, and the grass and trees are crawling.

In the midst of the overflow of sword energy, the surrounding wooden buildings were torn apart, and the rocks on the side were densely covered with deep and shallow ravines.

In an instant, the sword light intertwined, alternating between scorching heat and bitter cold.

In a trance, there seemed to be two fierce beasts fighting together, one was a bird, three legs and three heads, the flame was the feather, and between the wings, the smoke covered the sky.

The other one was extremely hideous, carrying a rugged and majestic mountain, and a pitch-black python coiled around the mountain.

After a few rounds of fighting, Ji Weiregret already felt extremely difficult, shaking the ice chips on his body, the night owl still felt that the aura was running and the blockage was abnormal, this was the terrible thing about the Nine Mysterious Immortal Body, the immortal body aura was domineering and abnormal.

Mingque's side was also uncomfortable, holding the sword of the immortals, he only felt that the surging aura began to nourish his flesh and blood, the breath of the immortal body became more and more intense, and Mingque's face began to become more and more ruddy.

The itching that came from the flesh and blood made Mingque's brows furrow, which was a sign that the foundation of the immortal body was being re-established and the immortal bones were gradually recovering.

Taiqing Xuanzi's elixir actually has only one effect, that is, to block the seal of the Immortal Sword on Ji Weiqi, without the suppression of the Immortal Sword, the aura absorbed by the Immortal Sword before began to feed back to Ji Weiqi.

There was an extremely strange scene now, Ji Weiqi's face became more and more ruddy, but his jet-black hair had a few strands of silver.

"I can't spend ...... with you anymore"

Mingque held the Immortal Slashing Sword, and the sharp tip of the sword pointed directly at the head of the night owl.

It seems that the next moment is the end.