"Old man, named Shen He, the one from the Nine Heavens Ruins of the Seven Feather Sect of the Yue Kingdom."

The vicissitudes of life sighed in a voice: "Now, with a thick old face, I want to ask for a favor with Xiaoyou and save Han Xiaozi, that kid is a good person, it's a pity to die." ”

After that, this wisp of his divine thought passed over a picture, the current situation of the formation in the place where the Grass and Tree Spirit Fruit was located, and the changes in the surrounding formations after taking the Grass and Tree Spirit Fruit back then.

"Shen He's predecessor ......"

Jiang Ding was silent.

After thinking for a moment, he extracted a memory from the memories of his youth more than a hundred years ago, and he changed the sea for a moment, and handed out a simulated breath to send it.

This breath is vicissitudes, heavy, and thunderous and fierce.

It is the breath simulated from the words on the stone tablet recorded in memory, and the breath of this person now, which is quite different.

Although it is possible to send favors, it must be the senior.

Parent-child, inheritance disciples can barely be.

"As far as I know, tens of thousands of years is too long?"

Jiang Ding asked.

"Little friends have the right eye."

The voice of Vicissitudes smiled bitterly: "Shen He back then...... I don't know what the situation is, in short, I don't know if I'm a Shenhe Daoist, or if it's just a part of the remnant soul that has become a powerful ghost or something. ”

"Maybe it's not the same person."

He said calmly.

Although he has a good impression of Han Xiaozi, and his own body is also on the other party, he can't do anything, so he naturally has to leave, and he can have a clear conscience.

"Is that so?"

Jiang Ding thought again.

That's it,

A small thing, wrong or good, does not affect anything.

"Senior, do you really want to save it?"

"It's just some Jindan monks."

Jiang Ding asked again.

He was very grateful to the Shen He senior of the Nine Heavenly God Thunder Sect, when he was young and powerless and extremely poor, he got a huge legacy that could allow his mother to survive.

This gratitude, naturally, is not endless.

After doing this, they will not break off their righteousness, both parties have a good impression and friendship, and they can be treated as ordinary Taoist friends.

However, in the future, if there is a difficulty, it may or may not help, just like today, it all depends on the mood, and there is no longer a definite answer.

"Some Jindan Monk ......"

Vicissitudes of life smiled bitterly.

He knew that it was a great waste.

This kind of kendo Tianjiao is extremely difficult to show grace, and often only has a chance when the opponent is weak.

Human affection, with the passage of time, becomes more and more precious.

If you gamble, thousands of years later, you may be worth a world.

However, if you can't get over the present, you will lose the hope of the body, and no matter how much you have in the future, it will be useless.

"Please also ask Xiaoyou to make a move."

"Okay."

Jiang Ding nodded, and the full mana of Jin Dan's peak burst out, breaking through the sky towards the original place.

……

On the battlefield,

Han Lin, who was surrounded by layers of formations, was emaciated to skin and bones, his breath was extremely weak, and even the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, which had been protecting himself, was knocked down by Tong Ge and fell to the ground, and his aura was dim.

"You really don't have any hole cards?"

"Also, it is already rare to escape the pursuit of the Six Realms Holy Son."

The red-faced old man and the beautiful woman glanced at each other, each bursting with mana, and the black coffin and bronze magic weapon smashed into the young man's body, and most of his attention was on the same clan beside him.

"Die!"

The red-faced old man drank lowly, and was suddenly stunned.

But he saw that the young man in front of him was relieved, and there was no despair or anxiety anymore, and the whole person relaxed.

They even began to close their eyes and breathe in place, seizing the time to recover their bodies and spirits that were about to collapse, ignoring their surroundings.

"Alas, the old man has lost a lot this time, Han boy, you must become a great power in the future......"

The old voice chattered endlessly in the sea of knowledge, sighing.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

The red-faced old man and the beautiful woman sneered, and the mana was urged, and the speed of Tong Ge and the black coffin was even faster.

Thinking about them, they have lived for hundreds of years, what kind of people, what kind of battles have not been experienced, how can this little trick of pretending to be a ghost distract them?

At the moment when the black coffin and Tong Ge were about to smash the young man's body to pieces.

A blue flying sword appeared.

A sword slashed at two high-grade magic weapons,

Ordinary basic sword slashing style.

The sword body that was a few feet long was as small as dust in front of the giant pillar-like bronze Ge and the black coffin magic weapon, and it was almost ignored.

Rumble!

Violent explosions.

Two high-grade magic weapons, and have been sacrificed to more than sixty earth demon prohibitions, the near-perfect copper Ge and black coffin magic weapons are like lightning strikes, being blown away by the front, and the spiritual light is uncertain.

In that small flying sword, there is an unimaginable power.

It is the mountain, and the others are the dust.

"Who?!"

The two Jindan peak cultivators were like being struck by lightning, their faces turned pale, and they spat out a mouthful of red and bright blood in the air, and their breath dropped significantly.

Look at the treasure again,

The magic weapon of the black coffin is refined to the extreme of almost a magic weapon.

But at this time, a sword mark appeared on the coffin, and wisps of shattered sword intent poured into the magic weapon prohibition along the sword mark, frantically destroying everything, and had to spend a lot of divine sense and mana to suppress it, delaying the time for the complete collapse of the natal magic weapon.

It can only be delayed, not stopped!

This sword intent, even if it is not in a complete state, is too vicious.

"Sword Cultivation?!"

"Sword Intent!"

The red-faced old man's body trembled, remembering some terrible memory, and was pulled by the breath of sword intent, looking at one place.

The void was hazy, and as the sword intent erupted, a young man in Tsing Yi appeared in the sky, his eyes filled with dissatisfaction, calculating something.

This body is too weak to carry all the sword intent. ’

'Neither can a flying sword. ’

"This mana? It's not a Great Day Sword Sect monk! ”

"Who are you?"

In a short period of time, the red-faced old man had already reacted, and said sharply: "This is my Hei clan's territory, the ancestor is meditating in the immortal city, and he has taken action against my Hei clan's descendants, have you thought of the consequences?" ”

Without any additional orders, the beautiful woman secretly sent out Hei's call for help, and used a variety of different methods to avoid being intercepted.

For more than 200 years, they have spent the past 200 years in war, and everything has worked together tacitly.

The two of them were 100% sure in their hearts, after receiving the summons for help, the Animal Spirit Immortal City would definitely send a large number of people and horses to reinforce them, and if they held on for some time, no matter what kind of Jin Dan would definitely be bombarded!

"The fighting qualities of the two of them are good."

Jiang Ding did not answer their questions, and praised them.

During the healing, Han Lin couldn't help but open his eyes, and his consciousness expanded.

"If you hand over this person, retreat now, everything can be ......"

The red-faced old man was angrily scolding something, and there was a look of horror in his eyes.

A cold throat,

A line of blood came out.

Then, the two heads gurgled down, and a fountain of blood rose to the sky.

The figure of the young man in Tsing Yi collapsed and disappeared.

At the same time, another figure appeared beside the two of them, put away a flying sword, withdrew the blood and corpses, and cast a spell to clear the breath.

Han Lin's back was cold.

He could see clearly, a sword light concealed the sword body, and at the moment when the two of them were attracted head-on, a sword light broke through the shield and circled around the necks of the two Jindan peak monks, and the two natal magic weapons could not react, and their heads fell to the ground.

"Han boy, learn a little."

The old voice exclaimed: "Even if the strength is strong, it is still so insidious." ”

"This kind of person is like an immortal."

"The seniors have learned a lesson."

Han Lin thought so deeply and secretly remembered it in his heart.

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