Lazy and lazy laymen, three or two strokes move the world.

The arrogant words of the fairy spirit youth resounded through the stars, and there was no suppressed thought at all.

Meng Kun's face changed when he heard this, and the three words immortal in the painting seemed to have some magic power, which made his ancient face more shocked.

Around the star field, a group of loose cultivators gathered on the small flying boat, laughing and shouting, repeating the ambition of the fairy in the painting.

"Thousands of years and thousands of years have collapsed, who dares not to know the immortal in my painting!"

"It's really arrogant, and I don't know if I really have the ability?"

"Hehe, most of the time it's a madman"

"You know, even the sages dare not say that the world is invincible"

"He has an obsession that is about to die, what qualifications do we have to remember him!"

"It's just a clown. ”

"Haha, Brother Wang is right..."

It is no secret that Bai Yujing Tianjiao in the ring is obsessed with recovery.

Through the transmission channel of the Holy Light Group, some casual cultivators with some background family property embarked on the road of watching the battle.

But these idle cultivators did not dare to go on stage to fight, so they could only rent a starry sky flying boat and watch from afar.

Three or two side dishes, between pushing the cup and changing the lamp, "pointing out the country and inspiring the words", quite a bit of scholarly pride.

In the corner, a slightly vicissitudes of life, a young man in a white short-sleeved shirt, shrunk in a corner, listening to a group of people talking.

He came from the mortal forces of the North Sea, and with thousands of spiritual sources, he was worthy of boarding this dilapidated flying ship.

Without participating in the singing and laughter of a group of people, he was like a dry sponge, devouring the battle scene seen in the ring in front of him with great hunger.

Holding a rusty spiritual power recorder in his hand, even though his face was as pale as paper, he still kept transmitting spiritual power all the time, recording everything that happened in the ring.

He's a hired gunman at some of the entertainment venues in the North Sea that can't be put on the table, and he specializes in finding out some messy things.

As the most ordinary gunman, although he is forced by life, he also adheres to his own conscience and does not cross the moral bottom line.

And this mission was obtained by snatching it from a group of wolf-like gunmen with all his might.

When you first enter the starry sky, you will be shocked.

There is the oppression of darkness, and there is also the brilliant nebula.

The variety of flying ships dazzled him and made his heart itch.

But he did not forget the task that would concern his fate for the rest of his life.

If he could completely record the beginning and end of the Immortal Fighting Arena, he could receive a full 100,000 spirit source from Brother Hu.

With these 100,000 spiritual sources, he could break through the delirium, step into the realm of arson, and become a monk in the true sense.

I couldn't see the battle scene in the ring clearly, because it was not a realm that his cultivation could visit.

But through the spiritual power recorder, he stubbornly stared at everyone's every move in the ring.

Starting style, defensive posture, supernatural charm, etc., he is extremely greedy to absorb these things that he can't touch on weekdays.

He knew that a mixed move might lead him to a fork in the path of cultivation.

But he had no choice, and it was better to have than nothing.

Drink to quench your thirst, just in pursuit of a short-term release.

When the arrogant words of the fairy in the painting reached the starry sky, he was shocked, and something seemed to sprout and grow in his heart.

"Who dares not to know the fairy in my painting!" he muttered repeatedly.

There is a fire burning in his heart, and his dark eyes shine with hope.

He envied the immortal energy in the painting who was extremely proud to declare under the starry sky, and he despised the incompetent rage of the wine bags and rice bags around him, and accused him at will!

At this moment, a terrible thought came to the heart of a thin young man.

One day, he will stand under the stars as he wishes, and declare to thousands of people:

"The big husband should stand up to the sky and dare to be the first"

"Heaven and earth will remember my name, the years will be immortal, and the years will not be extinguished"

......

In the ring, the fairy in the painting did not know that he inadvertently ignited the blood of a young man with a confident word.

In the painting, the fairy looked at Mengkun in front of him with an uncertain expression, and said calmly:

"Looks like you're remembering my name!"

"Now, do you think I'm qualified to say that?"

In the painting, the fairy tilts his head slightly, smiling brightly.

But in Mengkun's eyes, this smile is the face of the same ghost, and it is the soul of the dead.

Meng Kun swallowed his saliva and said in disbelief:

"How can you still have an obsession alive?"

"The six sages took it personally, and the main vein of the ghost city of Fengdu all died"

"Heaven and earth are blocked, everyone can recover, but the immortal in your painting is impossible to have an obsession to survive"

"What went wrong?"

"Impossible..."

The chattering appearance of Mengkun God amused the fairy in the painting, and the immortal in the painting painted a little ink, and the void depicted the figure of the sage who supported the reincarnation and annihilated the living beings.

Just a few depicted phantoms seemed to be able to take charge of the Great Dao and crush the Immortal Dome of the Ages.

The immortal in the painting chuckled lightly and nodded at the figure of the six sages in the void.

"Rebellious reincarnation, annihilation of the soul"

"They think they can bear this cause and effect and suppress the truth of the year"

"However, they can't even understand the life and death of Tianzun, how can they control the reincarnation channel!"

The words are full of disdain and ridicule for the sages.

Mengkun's face turned pale, and he heard the truth about the corner of Bai Yujing's ruin.

It's about Tianzun, Difu, and a few sages who are planning the ancients, and he doesn't know what to say.

The white lips lost moisture due to tension, and a snarky voice sounded:

"Even if there is a Tianzun backhand, you have no chance of winning now"

"The sages who shot back then, there are still people sleeping in the world"

"What's more, if you are involved in the liquidation forces on that side, all the spirits in the universe will not spare you"

In the painting, the corners of the fairy's mouth rise, and he waves his hand to brush away the image of the sage in the void.

Re-dot the pictures and present them under the starry sky.

There was an ancient tree bathed in nine days of thunder, and its strong branches pointed to the sky.

On the canopy of the tree that covers half of the star field, an old Taoist depicts yin and yang, interpreting the five elements and opening up a new world.

There are old farmers with rustic towels, taking off the hat on their heads, raising their hands to cut off the towering peaks, and rushing to the door of the road opened under the starry sky.

There is a sleeper who has completely fallen from the edge of the universe, muttering:

"The underworld can be destroyed, Bai Yujing can be extinguished, but as long as the fire is still there, we will return"

At the same time, the Great Array of the Five Cities on the twelfth floor absorbed the Dao rules and refined half of the stars in the star field.

The Guardians in the array respond to each other:

"The forerunner breaks the road and destroys the road, we are equivalent to rising up in this world, let it have any conspiracy for hundreds of eras, and fight it!"

Someone is falling on the way forward, someone is constantly filling in the vacant seats!

The stars shattered like fireworks, the avenue screamed, and the blood rained on the ground, mourning the dead.

In the painting, the fairy pen falls, and the sky has holy light descending, embellished with flowing scrolls.

"See, Bai Yujing is not just involved in the liquidation force of the side you think?"

"There are still countless forces lurking in the shadows, and the intention is behind the Yellow Sparrow"

"As for the All Souls curse, they don't deserve it!"

"Bai Yujing doesn't owe any living beings"

"On the contrary, you sit back and enjoy it, pick up the bowl to eat, put down the bowl and scold your mother!"

For the repeated ridicule of the fairy in the painting, Mengkun just can't bear it, and he can't suppress the grievances and dissatisfaction in his heart at this moment.

A ghost banner appeared in his hand, exuding an eerie aura, and said coldly:

"It's useless to say more, Bai Yujing's end has been doomed since 10,000 years ago"

"I'm here to see if the Tianjiao Lord, who was known as the Tianjiao Lord of the Quartet Star Domain 10,000 years ago, and the first person in Bai Yujing's painting, is worthy of the name."

The fairy in the painting was stunned when he heard this, and was shocked by Mengkun's posture.

Then he shook his head and sighed with emotion:

"It's rare to have sandbags delivered to the door, don't practice in vain"

Then the figure flickered, disappeared into the ring, and disappeared without a trace.

In the next breath, Mengkun, who was ready to go, was directly smashed away by a punch that appeared from the void.

Then he stepped on his heel and stepped on Mengkun's face fiercely.

Then the figure of the fairy in the painting floated lightly in front of Mengkun, curled his fingers, and flicked it gently.

Mengkun's head suddenly swollen with a big bag, forming an extremely funny picture with his elegant and handsome face.

Mengkun was angry, bit the tip of his tongue, and used blood as a guide to wake up the ghost flag.

The ghost banner instantly hooked up the laws of heaven and earth, and the bloody rain and bloody wind in the ring were everywhere, like purgatory on earth.

One by one, the undead emerged from the ghost flags, staring at the fairy in the painting with empty eyes, and the ghost energy gathered into a large hand, reaching into the neck of the fairy in the painting.

In the face of the surging ghostly hand, there was no trace of waves on the face of the fairy in the painting.

His eyes tightened, and he scolded in a deep voice:

"Roll"

The sound was like rolling thunder, shattering the roaring ghost arm.

The army of thousands of undead that followed immediately after that, under this sound, instantly disappeared into nothing and dissipated in the starry sky.

Mengkun was devoured by the ghost flag, spit out a mouthful of blood in the ring, and looked at the fairy in the painting with a hideous face:

"You are just a wisp of obsession, how can you have the power to cross taboos"

The fairy in the painting was unmoved, and did not pay attention to Mengkun's question at all.

With a wave of his hand, he grabbed the self-floating ghost banner in his hand and looked at it carefully.

commented with interest:

"The ghost banner you refined is pretty good."

"Gathering yin and attracting yang, combining softness and softness, can be regarded as walking out of one's own way on the way to conceive ghosts"

"Bailing raises Gu, ten thousand ghosts are generals, take the abundant capital, and face Yama"

"The cultivation power of the ghost city of Fengdu is not in decline in your hands"

For the praise of the fairy in the painting, Meng Kun did not have a trace of joy, but felt that it was a shame.

For a moment of being pinched, there was no power to resist.

The proud ghost flag was shattered by it, and at the same time, it will directly shatter Mengkun's rebellion.

He didn't understand why the immortal in the painting in front of him was just an obsession, and he didn't break through the taboo, so why did he have the power to control the Great Dao.

At this time, the fairy in the painting waved the ghost flag in his hand and said regretfully:

"After all, it is difficult to see the means of reaching the sky in the ghost city of Fengdu"

"You found another way to attract yin and yang to conceive ghosts and gods, but you lost the essence"

"The ghost city of Fengdu never resists ghosts! take the body as a species, take blood as the thought, the soul will not disperse, and the fighting spirit will not be extinguished"

"Life is a hero, death is also a ghost, this is the ghost city of Fengdu"

As soon as the words fell, the ghost flag in the hand of the fairy in the painting changed its appearance, and what appeared in the sky was a brand new flag.

The flags turned into a hundred ways, shuttling through the space, full of endless battle spirit.

Heroic spirits emerged from the sky, letting out unyielding shouts.

The unyielding obsession of the past that fell in the mountains and seas has all been awakened, breaking through the sky and reappearing in the starry sky.

Where was the black masked figure in the ring being impacted by thousands of heroic souls, and it instantly dyed red in the ring, leaving only a mutilated mask.

And Bai Yujing, who was fighting with the black mask, obsessively said to the fairy in the painting dissatisfied:

"Hey, hey, it's too much, I'm about to win, you shameless sideways"

"Lao Qi, don't say it, I'm the same as you"

"Little painting this shameless, robbing the old lady, tired of being crooked"

"Yes, you pay me for the little painting..."

One after another complaints rang out, all of which were dissatisfied with the fairy in the painting.

In the painting, the fairy smiled, raised his middle finger indifferently, patted his ass and left.

And Mengkun on the edge of the ring lost his eyes, looking at the ghost banner tricks of the fairy in the painting in confusion.

Watching the shadow people fall one by one under the impact of the revenants, I was at a loss.

The same means, but with different results.

This blow almost shattered Mengkun's Dao heart completely.

Looking at the fairy in the painting who walked out of the ring, a deep voice sounded:

"Won't you kill me?"

The fairy in the painting turned his head and smiled, waving his hand like a cat or a dog:

"Someone will be responsible for dealing with you later"

"Don't make it until that day!"

Mengkun climbed up from the deep pit of the ring with difficulty, and shouted at the fairy in the painting:

"You'll regret it"

"You want me to be a whetstone, and you don't want to see if that person is qualified!"

The fairy in the painting did not respond again, and his back became farther and farther away from Mengkun's vision until it disappeared.

...

On the floating island, Chen Xiaojiu walked out of the formation gate and stood on the edge of the floating island.

Looking at the direction where the previous ring was located, at this time, in the starry sky, with the passing of the defender, the battle for immortals also dissipated into the sky, as if it was the last mission when it was completed, following the defender.

A gate beside Chen Xiaojiu, the light flickered, and a pretty figure walked out.

Looking at each other in pairs, Mo Qi walked over slowly and depressedly, fell into the arms of Chen Xiaojiu, and said bitterly:

"Dust Xiaojiu, I'm not happy"

Chen Xiaojiu was stunned by Mo Qi's actions, hesitated for a long time, put his palm on Mo Qi's head, and said softly:

"I'm not happy either"

Mo Qi raised the head buried in Chen Xiaojiu's chest, looked at Chen Xiaojiu sluggishly, and said resentfully:

"Chen Xiaojiu, you're a fool"

Chen Xiaojiu glanced at it when he heard this, and the palm placed on Mo Qi's head instantly grabbed his ears.

"I'm still in the mood to scold me, it seems that I haven't reached the point where I am dead or alive"

Mo Qi bit his silver teeth, and rattled and left a few marks on Chen Xiaojiu's wrist.

The slender legs kept attacking Chen Xiaojiu alternately, and scolded angrily:

"Dust Xiaojiu, you bully me again"

"Words don't count, liar"

"Bastard, two hundred and five. ”

The successive calls were like cannonballs, and Chen Xiaojiu reluctantly let go of his reddened ears and let him vent the depression and unhappiness accumulated in his heart.

At this moment, behind Mo Qi, several familiar figures appeared.

Wu Lan stretched his head over and asked shamelessly:

"Yo, who bullied our sister Moqi? Stand up, I picked his skin"

For Wu Lan, who asked knowingly, Chen Xiaojiu secretly clenched his fists and signaled Wu Lan not to add fuel to the fire.

But Wu Lan kept dying, jumping left and jumping again.

also kept instigating:

"Sister Moqi, this kind of shameless man should be beaten hard"

"Lie to you today, and tomorrow I won't know whose little girl to lie!"

"If you can't do it, let me do it for the heavens"

Wu Lan rubbed his palms, aiming at Chen Xiaojiu's face, thinking about where it would be better to punch.

Suddenly, a small fist appeared in front of him.

After a breath, Wu Lan's blue nose and swollen face twitched to the ground, and he stared at the starry sky without love.

Mo Qi exhaled, his eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and he smiled:

"Makes you talk a lot"

Chen Xiaojiu squatted in front of Wu Lan and asked calmly:

"Do you still want to do the right thing for heaven?"

Wu Lan rolled her eyes and replied refusing to show weakness:

"You wait, sooner or later I will clean you up"

Before the words fell, a sharp pain came from his face.

Wu Lan's dark eyes completely turned black, and he was like a giant panda.

looked at Chen Xiaojiu who got up resentfully, and muttered:

"Wait, there will be a day when you beg me"

Chen Xiaojiu walked to the side of the Holy Maiden of Yaochi, faced An Beixuan and said:

"How did you get out of the Dragon Burial Abyss?"

Hearing this, An Beixuan carefully elaborated on breaking through the spatial barrier from the ancient passage and appearing on the third battlefield, and then was shrouded by a pillar of light, arriving on this floating island.

Chen Xiaojiu glanced around and found that there were only a hundred people left on the huge floating island, and asked:

"Have all the people in the four battlefields been dragged out?"

The Holy Maiden of Yaochi nodded, and then pointed to the ring under the starry sky.

"Sword Pavilion, Shengguang Group, Mobei Sixteenth Family, Beihai, Middle Earth ......"

Jade finger walked along the ring to point out the identity of the challenger on it.

Chen Xiaojiu looked at a figure that was constantly climbing up in the ring, and asked:

"Who's that?"

The Holy Maiden of Yaochi smiled skillfully and replied meaningfully:

"This person has great cause and effect with you"

Chen Xiaojiu didn't think so, he was just surprised by this person's combat power, being able to conquer hundreds of rings, which is not something that ordinary people can do.

The Holy Maiden of Yaochi glanced at the unmoved Chen Xiaojiu, and said angrily:

"The leader of the Holy Light Group, you don't have a device"

Chen Xiaojiu was stunned for a moment, and then asked uncertainly:

"Junyu is?"

"His brother, my own brother," the Holy Maiden of Yaochi said gloatingly!

Chen Xiaojiu treated it indifferently and said:

"Oh! I didn't expect Junyu to have a brother."

The Holy Maiden of Yaochi turned her body and looked at Chen Xiaojiu, who was like a pool of stagnant water

"You're not afraid that his brother will trouble you?"

Chen Xiaojiu glanced at the very curious Yaochi Holy Maiden, and replied speechlessly:

"Isn't that you!"

"Do you want to sit on the sidelines?"

The Holy Maiden of Yaochi looked stunned, obviously she didn't expect Chen Xiaojiu to say such unambitious words.

Complaining:

"Shouldn't you say, come one to fight one, come to two, fight a pair?"

"Are you embarrassed to push me a weak woman forward?"

Chen Xiaojiu habitually took a sip of wine, and said a few words rarely:

"Are you a weak woman?"

"Besides, Junyu's incident didn't start because of you in the first place!"

The Holy Maiden of Yaochi sighed and said helplessly:

"Well, you win"

Then he pulled An Beixuan in front of him and said solemnly:

"Beauty, how's it going!"