Pilgrimage to the clouds, how much to gather in the sun, the sky is blue, and the near and far are dyed with bright colors.

There is no right scene here, Luoyang does not feel its beauty, and the sword talisman is urged, and the heart is calculated to close the art of war, and wants to lure Lei Jun out, a sword and a sword.

The clever fog slowed down, the hidden green was mushy, the butterfly purple foam came back to his senses, and the suspicion and speculation were pressed to the bottom of his heart, and he naturally pretended to be a stupid Tana, tilting his head sideways, not daring to look at the sword light, looking at the sky, staring at the distant clouds and approaching, holding the pine of his hands, pursing his lips with Dan Ying, with a thousand kinds of melancholy, all flowing in his eyebrows and eyes, if it was a long time, it seemed that there was a song that was difficult to say.

The terrain is gradually slowing, and then the long desolation is the boundless blue color, that is the hometown, after a long absence, it should be timid, lightly open the cherry lips, open the mouth softly, the wind is cold, and the tone is gentle, weak.

"Master Emperor, I don't want to go back to the grassland, please take me back to Xianyang...... I didn't run away because Xianyang was bad, but because I was worried about my father's safety......"

"Emperor, Emperor......"

Words and sentences, really real, but Luoyang pretended to be deaf and dumb, looking at the mountains from afar, his mind shifted from Lei Jun to Die Zimo, calculating the gains and losses, calculating the good and the bad, gradually hooking the corners of his lips, and the sword was empty.

At the end of the day, the clouds are high and the mountains are high, the fog is hidden in the shape of a sword, and the wind is sonorous, covering the sight of all directions.

"Butterfly Zimo, I know it's you, don't pretend, they can't see here. ”

Luoyang is such a sound, not waiting for the butterfly purple foam to secretly suppress the surprise and rush forward, the left foot grabbed the position next to the embroidered shoes, sealed the way to retreat, the right hand held the four upside down, the cold light was dazzling under the eyebrows of the beauty, the murderous aura came from scratch, rolling clouds and mist to connect the world.

Butterfly Zimo just closed her eyes, her breathing was very shallow, her face was drunk red, her frowning eyebrows gradually relaxed, and finally calmed down.

Life is life, death is death, anyway, fate is not up to you, so you are left to fate.

"Yes, Butterfly Zimo, you can pretend, aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

Seeing that the ghost girl is not afraid of boiling water, Luoyang changed his mind, tilted his head, his tone became ruthless, and he pressed down on the four while talking, and the sword blade can open the mountain and cut off the water without the blessing of the sword and the rhyme, and it is even more effortless to cut through the weak flesh.

As if in pain, a few slight marks were carved between the eyebrows again, but they were still silent, holding their hands tightly, trembling, but still clenching, showing the stubbornness that should be there to the fullest.

You can torture me, destroy me, kill me, but you can never make me bow my head!

At this time, Luoyang didn't mind being a bad guy, perfectly controlling the four and going a little further, the spiritual power annihilated the blood stains without staining the clothes red, and whispered with a cruel smile, "What is the most terrible thing in the world?"

At this point, he paused, and when he couldn't get an answer, he asked and answered himself.

"Death, even living beings will fear death, especially when the power of their grasp is extinguished by time, and finally they become old and decrepit. ”

"Or is it when your ambition will come true, Butterfly Zimo, do you remember why you practiced?"

"That must be a great target, but unfortunately, if I slash this sword, it will have nothing to do with you, of course, it's not that I don't want to kill you, I just want you to understand the pain of those who are killed by you. ”

"In the world, I am Uncle Kunlun, clothed in one of the brightest brilliances in the world, and I am an apostle under that glow, I am black, like ink, and I can't change at all. ”

"Do you remember what happened to the would-be suspect apostle?"

Butterfly Zimo didn't control her body, letting her tremble with fear, and she had the answer in her heart.

"It is better to kill and save 10,000 people by mistake than to spare and save one person. ”

This is the apostle, the ghost loses its body and is even more unpredictable, no worse than the human heart, when the butcher's knife is hung above the innocent head, the apostle also wants to have a choice, but if he wears that mask, if he becomes an apostle, he has no choice.

"I'd rather kill the wrong one than let it go, no matter what your means are, enlighten under the Mortal Sword!"

The sound fell and the sword moved, Butterfly Zimo clearly sensed the coldness of death, the soul did not leave but was trapped in this body, there was a great fear in his heart, but he couldn't say anything, how could the creature who had no choice be the apostle?

A bright light suddenly emerged from the darkness, as moving as the first glow that broke through the clouds after a continuous rain.

Didn't die, didn't know what to ask, and couldn't ask why.

Luoyang put away his sword and pulled a sword flower, smiling very brightly, as if it was someone else who kept telling him that he was dark inside.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I changed my mind just now, and I plan to keep you alive, live well. ”

Hearing this, Butterfly Zimo's fist clenched even tighter, and she privately sensed the divine soul, and the plain white glow was in the divine soul, bright and flickering like a haori in the sky, and it was difficult to see it.

"Butterfly Purple Foam, as long as I have a thought, you will die, if you are lucky, your clan can still awaken the bloodline, then she will be the next you, if you are unlucky, there is no Butterfly Purple family in the world. ”

"Don't be silent, I don't need you to do anything, as long as you keep your mouth shut, there is a number of what you should say and what you shouldn't say. ”

"It's better to win than to die. ”

It was all of a sudden that Luoyang's face changed again, all the warmth turned into ruthlessness, and he was also smiling, his lips were red and his teeth were white, but he was even more terrifying than the most terrifying evil ghost in the eighteenth layer of hell.

Luoyang was very satisfied with the fluctuation of Butterfly Zimo, dodged back, and transmitted the sound again, with expectations and smiles.

"If you understand, open your eyes, if you don't understand, continue to close, you can pray, pray for the heavens to bless, preferably the heavens, I will not bless you. ”

Butterfly Zimo did not hesitate, opened her eyes very firmly, looked at Luoyang, and said, "Does Nannuo know your face?"

This question is what Die Zimo wants to ask the most, she really can't tell which one is the real Luoyang between Uncle Kunlun and Yama, and which is the Luoyang that Nannuo likes.

Luoyang didn't answer, just moved outside the void, stepped on the flowing clouds and continued to fly towards the grassland, just like a fish swimming in water, and some things didn't need to be replied to at all.

The smoke of the mirror lake dispersed, and the sloppy Taoist unfolded the chessboard with his hands over, glanced at it a few times and then turned his hand away, perceiving the hazy light of the sky, and said, "I can't keep her." ”

"Why not?"

The Celestial Master flicked the hook lightly, teasing the dozing elf, his smile looked a little grotesque, the long eyebrows and beard of the white Shengxue occupied most of the face, and the rest was filled with the folds that grew wantonly, fortunately he would not sweat again when he reached this realm, otherwise it would be another journey that could be sung and cried.

What is the most important thing for butterfly foam?

Ambition and clansmen, Luoyang will not help her realize her ambitions, and neither will the Divine Sect, when the Divine Sect still has chips in its hands, there is no need to doubt that these two bowls of water are biased over there.

What's more, she was found out that she had been prepared for a long time, and no mortal would fall on the same stone several times, let alone Luoyang.

This son is different from the unknown of the Imprisoned Demon Mountain, this son belongs to the Divine Sect, and it cannot be persecuted, let alone attacked, otherwise it will only backfire.

"What are we going to do on the grassland, let it be destroyed?"

The sloppy Taoist asked again, not because he couldn't make a decision, but because he didn't know whether the decision was right or wrong.

This is the pathetic nature of most living beings, and even if they do it right, they will mistakenly think that it is wrong.

"This time, we can't go with the flow and take action immediately to destroy all the information about the Phantom Pluto, and we can't leave the slightest trace!"

The sloppy Taoist nodded, a little relieved, yes, this is a good start, follow this beginning and continue to think about the next step, the next step......

Xingsha is the most important hole card like the elixir, and when it comes to the real bright sword soldiers, it will be said that they will face an equal confrontation, and this hole card will be valuable at that time.

In the final analysis, the butterfly purple foam can not become a hole card, and it is self-evident that I don't know and think I know it well.

"How's the preparation for the peach extravaganza?"

"We made such a big move to cover him, and even sacrificed the bright rule of the world for this, if we can't give a satisfactory answer, let's change to the Jade Emperor. ”

The Celestial Master opened his eyes, his gaze wandered in the Heavenly Palace, he was very satisfied with the current state of the sloppy Daoist, with awe, extremely cautious, carrying a lot of things, but he could still move forward firmly, this was simply the best state.

"It's almost ready, but I think his arrangements are completely insufficient, he knows how strong Luoyang's sword is, but he doesn't know how strong his sword is. ”

"It doesn't matter, we can take advantage of the fire to rob, the real strength of the Heavenly Palace is far greater than on paper, as long as they dare to come, they have no choice!"

The Celestial Master nodded, flicked the fishing hook, and threw the plain white blister into the air, there were countless names in the mirror, and as the vertical line fell, the corresponding steppe warlocks fell one by one, their souls scattered, and their bodies burned karmic fire, leaving nothing behind.

Suddenly, Luoyang entered the mirror, reached out and pointed the sword on the warlock's forehead, and the heavenly master turned his hand and took out a pen, and the trickle suddenly turned into a turbulent torrent, instantly breaking the rhyme of the mortal Dao.

"Luoyang, it's really a failure, you can't kill the person I want to save, you can't save the person I want to kill......"

The provocative sound quietly followed the wind, and it wandered in the ears for a moment and went away, Luoyang snorted coldly, and flew towards the north with a cold face, and Aguta was over there.

Butterfly Zimo looked at him quietly, the reason why he was so angry must be what the Heavenly Master said, but how many people know the truth or falsehood of this anger?

Yama has a thousand faces, joys, angers, sorrows and joys are different, who knows which expression is the expression of true feelings, and which expression is expressive interpretation.

Now, Luoyang may be interpreted, and midnight is likely to be Luoyang!

In the past, everyone underestimated him, and with his ability, he could pretend to be two different people, without seeing the slightest flaw.

What's even more ridiculous is that when he is tightly entangled, he knows that the giant python is near, if it is good, the heavenly master will habitually forget Luoyang's wisdom, thinking that he will not think of the deeper layer at all.

The clansmen are indeed under the control of the Divine Cult, but they do not trust the Divine Cult, so for Luoyang, the Divine Cult is an extremely sharp knife.

No one can move this chess piece unless someone takes the first step to show a flaw......

"Who do you want me or the Celestial Master to win?"

Luoyang didn't stop, nor did he look back, just gently transmitted, showing that he didn't care about his reply, but in fact, no one knew whether he cared or not.

"I don't know, maybe you won't win, who can always be sure of the future?"

"There is no eternal victory, only one trade-off, each leading the way!"