Green mountains and clear waters, and it is the rainy season again.

The rain was dripping, and the air was full of moisture.

As soon as you take a breath, you will feel a moist area between your mouth and nose.

Between the mountains and rivers, two oil-paper umbrellas are opened between the mountain roads.

Ouyang, who was sitting in a wheelchair, held an oil-paper umbrella and looked at the landscape like an ink painting, although it was not as fairy as Qingyun Sect, but it had the beauty of fireworks in the world.

The wheelchair does not need to be pushed by anyone, and it is slightly one foot off the ground and slowly flutters forward.

Bai Feiyu behind him had a measuring ruler pinned to his waist, and followed behind Ouyang with a smile on his face, although he didn't know what the country that Senior Brother was going to look like, but who cared about it?

The two of them walked very slowly, so slow that when they looked closely at the scenery, they could also notice the flowers and plants on both sides that were obviously different.

But after all, he is a cultivator, and one mountain after another has been turned over before he knows it.

It rains a lot in the south of the Yangtze River, and the rain has not stopped since the beginning of the mountain.

The little fox in Ouyang's arms showed no signs of waking up except for occasionally turning over while sleeping, and was carefully put into Ouyang's arms.

Xiao Bai also carefully inspected Hu Tutu's body, and what surprised him was that in the little fox's body, the two forces were slowly merging.

And the little fox's divine soul can't withstand such two powerful forces, so it will be consumed by sleep.

What Bai Feiyu can be sure of is that if the little fox can completely digest these two powers, when she wakes up, there will be one more great demon cultivator in this world.

Although Bai Feiyu said this, Ouyang, who had always been heartbroken by his old father, was still worried, and had already made a decision in his heart that after the matter on Xiaobai's side was over, he would go to the Ten Thousand Demon Country.

When Bai Feiyu thought of what Ouyang said, the corners of his mouth that were originally smiling slowly disappeared.

Are there a little more people on the small peaks?

Why do you have the heart that the senior brother can't finish?

Giving up the name of Li Taibai, Xiaobai, who was born with Bai Feiyu, was as sincere as a teenager at this time.

When they got off the mountain road, a small city appeared in front of the two of them.

Before they reached the front of the small city, several phantoms were already standing in the rain, standing quietly on both sides of the official road, waiting quietly.

The aura that came from the bodies of several phantoms was strong.

And the breath from the phantom is clearly the unique breath of the demon clan, but each phantom looks the same.

A white mask, hidden in a black cloak, stood in the rain like a lonely ghost in the miserable rain.

If ordinary people see it, they have to get seriously ill!

A wry smile appeared at the corner of Bai Feiyu's mouth, how many times has this been?

In the past ten days, whenever you pass by a city with people, there will be several spirits waiting outside the city.

As if he knew that the two of them would come, every time he was about to walk outside the city, he would go out of the city to meet them.

But instead of blocking, it's .... Please?

Every time they pass by a city, there will be a phantom who respectfully salutes the two of them, ready to eat, and finally sends them away in awe.

At first, the senior brother would politely ask the other party what his name was, but after he got used to it, he didn't bother to remember the names that he didn't bother to remember at all.

But every time those phantoms saw their senior brother, their sincere and terrified attitude almost cut themselves off to help the senior brother.

It seems that when he realized the Tao, his senior brother really had a good relationship with the 108,000 immortals in this world.

"Xiaobai, have you seen it, the rivers and lakes are not fighting and killing, the rivers and lakes are all sophisticated!" Ouyang looked at the phantom who warmly entertained the two of them, and couldn't help but be smug every time.

After declining the hospitality of a few phantoms, the two skipped through the small city and continued to walk towards the capital of the Qing Kingdom.

A few phantoms standing in the rain watched the two disappear into the rain again, and they breathed a sigh of relief as if they had been pardoned.

"Big brother, it's just two human imps, and the one in a wheelchair is only in the foundation building period, why did we stand here a few days ago? Are you still so polite to them? One of the slightly smaller phantoms raised the smiling mask on his face suspiciously, and asked the phantom who was still bowing respectfully towards the two of them leaving the figure.

Hearing the confusion of the slightly small phantom, the big phantom with the crying face mask trembled, and first hurriedly glanced at the direction where the two left.

Then he turned around and raised a gray arm and slammed it on the smiley mask.

"I don't want to live anymore! Didn't I tell you? Is these two terrifying? The phantom of the Crying Face Mask reprimanded the Phantom of the Smiley Face Mask viciously.

The phantom of the smiley mask touched his head, because he couldn't see the expression with the mask, but he could still feel it, and the phantom of the smiley mask felt a little aggrieved.

In his field of vision, what were these two human monks in front of him to be afraid of?

A crippled monk in the foundation building period, and a white-clothed young man who looks like an ordinary person.

Such a combination is not enough to eat by yourself.

Why is the eldest brother afraid of being like this?

The Crying Face Mask seemed to feel the grievances of the Smiley Face Mask, and sighed softly and said:

"On that day, my lord led 100,000 people to subdue the two killing gods who had just left, and there were more than 12,000 immortal officials like me! The scene was magnificent, at least as far as I can remember, my lord had never summoned so many immortals! The Crying Face Mask recalls that day, and a thin layer of cold sweat appeared on the mask.

The scene of that day, not only yourself, as long as you have been to the immortals, you can't forget it!

They strangled the two monks who trespassed on the world under the leadership of the immortal lord like the heavens.

Among the 100,000, almost the sky is hidden in endless black clouds.

And in front of them, there was only one man.

A green shirt stood in the air, holding a long sword in his hand, lonely like a piece of duckweed.

In the boundless black clouds, it will be engulfed in the next second.

But it was also from the top of the green shirt that endless true elements rose up, stirring up the black clouds almost instantly.

Only a sword, a commonplace, even a somewhat rudimentary sword.

The black clouds in the sky were directly impacted by that sword, and a huge crack was created, as if cutting the rolling black clouds into two pieces in the sky.

I didn't use any sword intent, and I couldn't feel the power of any law.

By brute force alone, it was done:

Open the sky with a sword!

The black clouds condensed by the 100,000 immortals were as fragile as a piece of paper in front of the green shirt.

It was like a raging wave crashing against a small plank, but the small plank completely blocked all the waves, not allowing even a drop of water to rush behind the plank.

Thinking of the scene of that day, the crying face mask felt cold all over, couldn't help but tremble, looked up at the sky slightly, and reprimanded in a low voice:

"Have you ever seen someone who dares to ride on my lord and slap me in the face?"