Qingchengzi, whose eyes had lost his lustre, was about to breathe, but when the baby came to him with the nameless scroll, Qingchengzi, whose eyes had become dim, suddenly lit up, and he actually supported himself and sat up from the ground, and then looked up to the sky and laughed like a return to the sky.

I see! I see! This nameless scroll really has the characteristic of recognizing the Lord, no wonder I have been enlightened for 10,000 years, and there is no way for it to make it recognize me as the Lord, and it turns out that it is not a drop of blood to recognize the Lord, but a tearful confession of the Lord! I finally understood!

There was a sudden burst of ecstasy in his heart, and in an earth-shattering laughter, Qingchengzi finally swallowed the last breath of his life, and fell down like a fast log. In the moments before the end of his life, his sudden realization was not wrong, and the way for the Nameless Ancient Scroll to truly recognize the Lord was tears, the most innocent thing in the world. He has survived the killing of you since he was a child, and he has long been taught to be a man who sheds blood without tears, how could he cry for no reason, let alone others who want to snatch this nameless scroll. The reason why this baby, who was born by chance, was certified as an unknown scroll was precisely because of his instinctive behavior after he was born. What adult would have thought of such a special way of confessing the Lord? I have to say that this is a huge joke played by the Creator on them.

On the tree-lined path at the foot of Wushan, an old man in a black robe is carrying a travel backpack and walking leisurely with brisk steps, humming a little song in his mouth, with a look of pleasure and enjoyment. Although he was only a pedestrian passing through this place on his travels, the old man's hair was as black as ink, and if it were not for the obvious wrinkles on his face indicating that he was past his age, judging from the way he dressed and walked, he did not look like an old man of his age at all. Not only are his steps as light as flying, but his face is ruddy, and his eyes are even brighter, giving people a feeling of being old and unfading at a glance.

The old man was in a happy mood on the path leisurely walking a small step, the direction was facing the direction of Wushan, presumably he wanted to go up the mountain, but when the old man stepped on the mountain road up the mountain, his body stopped for no reason, and looked left and right with some doubts. He slowly tilted his head to the side of his body, and then he simply lay down completely, and put his ears completely on the ground.

"Doubt, I don't think I heard me wrong. It's really a child's cry......" the old man looked up and muttered to himself, then put his ear back to the ground and listened carefully. After a moment, he suddenly raised his head, looked excitedly in one direction, and muttered as he ran in that direction, "That's right. There it is. ”。

On the other side at the foot of Wushan, next to Qingchengzi's corpse, the baby had just climbed up to him when he was attacked by Balvin. "Die, you little brute, you made this nameless scroll so heavy, don't blame me for being ruthless!" After finally finding the reason for the sudden weight of the nameless scroll, Balvin's face turned blue and stabbed the back of the baby's head mercilessly, although the spearhead of his golden spear had been broken, but this holy weapon weighing more than 2,000 catties plus the strength of his own holy domain level, there was no need for any spearhead at all, just such a light stab, even the strong man at the peak of the master level could not withstand his attack, how could this ordinary baby stand it?

With his confident spear stabbed, Balwin gently took out a white handkerchief from his golden armor, intending to wipe the blood from the spearhead before retrieving the nameless scroll that had once again become ownerless. However, under this stab, he did not feel the proper feeling of the spear in the flesh, but felt a feeling of hitting a hard object, he thought it was just an illusion, and suddenly increased the force, but watched the broken front end of the golden spear push the baby's entire body out of the coffin. After the baby slid more than a meter on the hard ground, he let out a monstrous cry that raised Barvin's forehead and his eyes burst into flames.

"He didn't even have his skin pierced?" Balvin looked at the baby crying in front of him and roared angrily, then raised his spear again and rushed out: "Damn! A little kid, you even forced me to use a special move, I am really angry! If you are lucky today, I will use a special move to send you back to the West!"

"Stop!" Just as Balvin rushed to the baby, raised his golden spear, and used all his energy to kill the little hairy headache, a familiar and unexpected voice suddenly sounded in his ears. The figure subconsciously stopped, looked around, and saw a black-haired old man in a black robe and a travel bag not far away, staring at him with a serious face.

"I thought it was who! It turned out to be you, the old fellow Watson, who scared me. After discovering that the person who came was not the one he was worried about, Balvin said angrily.

"Balvin, it's you! How can you bully such a weak child as a king? Besides, he's just a newborn baby who doesn't know anything. Worthen glanced between the baby's genitals and realized it was a boy. Having just returned from a trip abroad, he had planned to come and take a look at the crying and leave, only to find out that Balvin, the king of the neutral kingdom of Husmi, was about to kill a helpless baby, which caused a fire of anger to rise in Worthen's heart.

"You old thing, I want you to take care of someone I kill, do you have too much care?" Facing Worthen, who only has master-level strength, Balvin's attitude is very arrogant.

"Now you are on my land, this is at the foot of Wushan Mountain, and I should take care of it. I won't allow you to kill this baby, he doesn't understand anything, can he still have a grudge against you?" Facing Emperor Balwin, who possessed the peak strength of the Sanctuary-level level, Worthen showed a fearless attitude.

A master-level powerhouse dared to act as a hero in front of a powerhouse at the peak of his holy realm, Balvin was laughed at by Waltson's appearance. He looked at Watson mockingly, stretched out his index finger, first pointed at the other party and then pointed at himself, and said sarcastically: "Old thing, I heard you right, right? You only have the strength of a master to dare to talk to me like this? Are you so old and tired of life, you want to see what Hades looks like?"

"Isn't it the strength of the Sanctuary! I can't beat you. But don't forget, this is Wushan, my master......"

"Don't brag about it anymore, your Sacred Domain-level master, his strength is only the level of his first entry into the Sacred Domain, and he died in Jubao Mountain a hundred years ago. ”

Walthorn originally wanted to take out his master to bluff Balvin, how could he, as a disciple, not know the truth. At that time, Worthen personally followed the master to Jubao Mountain, but he was not allowed to go up the mountain, so he chose to wait outside the mountain gate. It wasn't until 2 or 3 months later, when there was no sign of his master's return, that Walzen was sure that his master had died on the top of Jubao Mountain. But this news is very secretive, and how did Balvain know about it?

Seeing that Worthen's face suddenly turned pale as paper, Balvin Haruhin laughed sarcastically and said, "What? Isn't it surprising how did I know about Lu Dao? It doesn't hurt to tell you. Before your master entered Jubao Mountain, I was already on the mountain. On the day your master died, I happened to see it, oops, that miserable ......" As he spoke, he sighed again and again, and his face turned even paler in front of him.

"Hmph!" The uneasy mood lingered in his heart for a long time, and Worthen finally mustered up the courage, raised his chest, and said sternly: "No matter whether my master lives or dies, I will not allow you to hurt this child again, he is innocent." You want to kill him unless you get past me first. After speaking, Watson threw the travel bag in his hand at Balvin, his body suddenly moved, and he walked quickly to the baby, and before Balwin made a move, he picked up the baby who was holding the nameless scroll with both hands, and ran in the direction of Wushan without looking back.

Seeing that Worthen really dared to go against himself, Balvin's heart was furious, he no longer planned to have any scruples, his footsteps moved suddenly, his figure suddenly blurred, only a few breaths, he suddenly appeared in front of Worthen, his right hand suddenly raised, and the spear shining with dazzling golden light instantly hit Worthen's forehead with a row of cold sweat oozing from his forehead.

"Worthen, I'll give you one last chance. Let this baby go, I can act as if it didn't happen to you if you offended me today!" Balvin's words were full of warnings, and Walthorn swallowed deeply, but he didn't mean to give in at all, and even took the initiative to stretch Xue Liang's neck to the broken tip of the golden spear of the holy weapon.

"Okay. Then don't blame me. You're going to hell with this baby...... Meteor Spike!"

As soon as Balvin's words fell, he saw his body suddenly lean back, bending his body into an unimaginable arc as if he had drawn a bow, and then he saw that the whole body of the golden spear suddenly glowed with a layer of rich green light, and the green light and the golden light of the spear itself mixed together, forming a bright yellow-green light covering the body of the spear. Then, Worthen didn't even see Balvin's movements, when he saw countless brilliant stars suddenly appear in front of him, those meteors that shone with a dazzling yellow-green light, and rushed towards his forehead at an unimaginable speed.

With such a fast speed, the distance is so close, and this is Balvin's trick, Worthen knows that there is no hope of even 1% survival, so he no longer intends to escape, but quietly closes his eyes. But just when he chose to close his eyes and wait for death, he heard one after another metal collision suddenly ringing in his ears. After a long and rapid "clanging" sound, his ears returned to clarity, but to his surprise, he didn't feel the slightest sign of pain that an injury should have. Just as he was about to open his eyes to take a closer look at what had just happened, he suddenly remembered Balvin's angry roar in his ears: "Sword Saint Abel, why are you here!!?"