"The old man Bailu Cave Wenbo, with his disciples to meet Taoist friends!"

In mid-air, Wenbo's figure had not yet arrived, but the voice of the words came early. Huo Nether turned his head, just in time to see Wen Bo walking slowly with a dignified face, and behind him, the white-robed disciple of the White Deer Cave was looking at her with a curious expression.

"White Deer Cave?"

The Fire Nether whispered silently, as if thinking of something, and a murderous intent flashed through her eyes. Her body did not move, a chuckle hung on the corner of her mouth, and she sat and waited for the arrival of the three of them.

"Old man Wenbo!"

Wenbo smiled and bowed. From beginning to end, he behaved respectfully, politely, gently, and elegantly, but at the same time, he carefully looked at the people who were on fire. No one knew the shock in his heart at the moment.

He naturally saw the strength of Huo Yan and Huo Ling'er at a glance, although Gao Panyuan's strength was vague, but if he looked closely, he could still find that it was not far from his own strength. But the temperament of the fire and the old man, one towering like a mountain, and the other like an abyss, makes people frightened.

Qianyuan Continent, when did there become so many powerful powerhouses?

"The old man is deep!"

"The old man is exhausted!"

The words were deep and meaningful, and Wenbo came back to his senses. The three brothers looked at each other's eyes, and they all saw a deep shock in each other's eyes.

"I don't know what to call you?" Wenbo asked.

However, in response to his question, Fire Nether did not raise his head, as if he had not heard half of it, and did not react in the slightest.

"Huh!"

Wenbo and the three of them were embarrassed, and when they were about to speak again, behind them, Shou Lao showed a gentle smile, stepped forward and said: "I'm sorry, my master doesn't like to talk, the old man will accompany everyone on her behalf! ”

Don't like to talk?

Wen Bo frowned slightly, and in the next second, he stretched out again: "Since this is the case, then there will be something to say directly." The South China Sea vision, our strength is not good, and they are all blocked by the strange formation below. Daoyou is highly talented, and he broke in alone, and then he was able to get out of the way. So I'm cheeky and ask, I don't know if there's any place where I can help?"

Wenbo's words made Huo Ling'er only twitch when she heard it, look, it's no wonder that the mother emperor said that the outside world is thick and black and hypocritical, listen to what this old man said? Obviously he wanted to ask about the way to enter the secret realm, but he shamelessly said that he wanted to help.

Hmph, do you want to help, that girl will let you help!

Thinking about it, Huo Ling'er rubbed her hands and walked to Shou Lao's side with a nervous expression.

"Grandpa is going to help?Ling'er urgently needs the Deep Sea Chalcedony, Red Flame Red Shan, and Nine Star Polar Fall, Grandpa, can you help me?" Huo Ling'er blinked her eyelids and said simply to Wenbo.

"What?"

Wen Bo twitched the corner of his eyes, and Zishen opened his mouth directly, looking at Huo Ling'er who was tugging at the corner of his clothes with a look of shock.

Deep-sea chalcedony, nine-star polar fall!

Does this little girl know what she is talking about? Zishen is a little crazy: Deep-sea chalcedony is also forgotten, although it is a treasure of heaven-level lower grade, but the White Deer Cave has a long heritage, and it can still be taken out, but the Nine Star Extreme Fall is a real heaven-level treasure, don't say that the White Deer Cave does not have it, even if there is, it will never be given to her.

Wen Bo took a deep breath before he asked in a slow tone, "I don't know if the few things that the girl said are what you need to break the formation?"

Although Wenbo asked Huo Ling'er, what he looked at was Shou Lao. He didn't believe it, such an arrogant remark was the little girl's own intention, and he must have the instructions of Shou Lao behind him.

Hey, it's only strange that Huo Ling'er has a loli face, it's too deceptive.

"What do you need to break the formation?"

Huo Ling'er replied with a wrinkled face: "These are all things that Ling'er needs for cultivation, didn't the old man say that he was here to help?

Burst!

The word deep felt a mouthful of old blood pressure in the throat.

Breakthrough, what kind of labor do you use these treasures of heaven and earth to break through, can you still use stones as elixir to chew in your mouth? Also, you break through Lao Tzu's, why do you care about Lao Tzu asking for these things?

Zi Shen didn't believe it, but in front of him, Wenbo's expression gradually became serious. Regardless of whether what this little girl said was true or not, just by her age, she knew that things of the grade of deep-sea chalcedony and nine-star extreme meteorite were not unprofound.

Thinking about it, Wen Bo's eyes looking at the fire and the underworld were even more complicated, where did this woman belong to Why did he sit in the iron and blood white deer for ten thousand years, and he couldn't see a clue.

"Daoyou" Wenbo raised his feet.

At this moment, a graceful figure suddenly fell, and everyone looked up and found that this was a woman with a cold temperament. The woman was dressed in a white robe like snow, green silk like a waterfall, her eyes blinked, like a bright star, and on her chest, there was a cluster of blue grass ink paintings like swords.

"Qianyuan Lan Clan?" Wenbo's eyes shrank, and he couldn't hide the surprise in his heart.

The Qianyuan Dynasty is more than 10,000 miles away, and the Lan clan people in the capital of the Qianyuan Emperor will appear here, how much will it cost?

However, despite everyone's surprise, as soon as the woman appeared, she stared intently at the fire netherworld. Her eyes are focused, and the charm contained in them is not even clear to Shou Lao.

On the throne, a figure as calm as the Fire Netherworld was stared at by her, and just when the Fire Netherworld raised her eyebrows and was about to get angry, two gray figures suddenly appeared behind the woman.

Lan Luo retracted his gaze.

"Who is this?"

Huo Ling'er curiously tugged at her brother's sleeve, for some reason, this woman gave her a special feeling of closeness, as if she were a relative.

"Hey!"

The woman's quiet sigh sounded, and for some reason, everyone's hearts tightened.

"This thing, please look at it!"

Lan Luo whispered, and a point of light shot towards the Fire Nether with her raised hand.

His Holiness?

The three of Wenbo looked at each other, the name of the Venerable, this woman was actually called the Venerable by the daughter of the Lan clan, what is the origin?

The three of them were all crazy, and they searched their stomachs, but they never got anything.

"Huh?"

On the throne, Fire Netherworld took the light and shadow with a palm, and then, her face suddenly changed, as if she had seen something incredible, and she stood up from the throne violently.

"Where did you come from?" Huo Ling'er said with a nervous look on her face, which she promised she had never seen in all these years.

"Nether?" Shou Lao frowned slightly.

Hearing this, the Fire Nether's lips moved slightly, but no sound came out, obviously it was a secret whisper. However, what is even more shocking is that after hearing the words of Huo Yingying, in Huo Ling'er's cognition, Grandpa Shou, who can still stand still even after ten thousand years of hard work, also has a great change in his face.

"Say!"

Shou Lao's lips spat lightly, roaring in everyone's ears like thunder. The wrinkles on his face suddenly gathered and deepened, and his body shot out like arrows.

"You dare?"

The second elder of Xuantong was furious, this person was so bold and daring, daring to move under the noses of the two of them, catch and kill them! The two of them shouted in unison, and their figures suddenly shot out, shooting like lightning, and between the rolling clouds and clouds, with great might.

The second elder of Xuantong is a strong man at the peak of the Divine Realm, and he is only one step away from the Jueming Realm.

However, the sleeves fluttered, countless afterimages were chaotic, and the three elders of Wenbo were shocked to find that Lan Luo had fallen into the hands of Shou Lao at some point, and the figures of the two appeared next to the throne like ghosts.

And the second elder of Xuantong seemed to not know, and the moves in his hands continued, as if he was still chasing Shou Lao.

"It's so terrifying!" Wen Bo took a deep breath, and at this moment, he suddenly understood that even if he was overestimating his longevity before, he still underestimated it after all.

The old man's face was wrinkled, his body was sustened, and he seemed to be as weak as if he could be killed with a single palm. But its true strength is terrifying!

"Humph!"

On the side of the throne, Shou Lao let out a soft snort, interrupting the movements of the second elder Xuantong.

They looked dazed, as if they had just woken up from the illusion, and turned their heads, and the second elder Xuantong saw the people on the side of the throne and Lan Luo, who was held by Shou Lao's neck, and cold sweat suddenly broke out.

"You!"

Lan Xuan took a step forward and pinched it straight into an orchid, and a mysterious aura came out of his fingertips. For many years, he Lan Xuanhe had been teased like this, and a wave of anger burned in his heart, and he couldn't suppress it anymore.

"Uncle Xuan, no!"

At this moment, Lan Luo spoke, interrupting his movements.

"Lan Luo" Lan Tong and Lan Xuan stood together, his fingers also clasped into the seal.

"I said, no!"

Lan Luo said without looking back, his eyes staring directly at the fire nether.

After a breath, under the silent gaze of everyone, Lan Luo suddenly stretched out his hand, stabbed his chest with a finger, and a bloody arrow shot out, the blood was red, and it shone with a strange luster in the air.

"Blood in the heart?"

The fire ghost muttered to himself, and the eyes that looked at Lan Luo suddenly softened, living up to the cold before.

And the blood in Lan Luo's heart sank like an arrow into the eight-edged and octagonal spar in the palm of the Fire Netherworld.

The Fire Nether took a deep breath and closed his eyes.