Looking at the cold sword aura, although the four of Chitose were far from being shocked, they still had a panic that they hadn't had for many years. After all, as the top immortal cultivators in the Dream Country, they have always been victorious, since they became famous, where have they experienced today's general situation? Not only are they helpless, but they also have a deep sense of frustration after being calculated. An old man and a ghost were all that, and now another swordsman intervened, and it seemed to be even more powerful than the ghosts.

Only Qingyue not only did not panic, but showed the ease of the rest of her life after the catastrophe. After all, this sword qi can only be regarded as déjà vu to her. At the beginning, under the mountain gate of the former master, if it weren't for this sword qi, she and Zhuge Chen would have already fallen into the palm of the Qingshan Dao people, and it would be difficult to escape the end of being in a different place. It's not that she hasn't thought about it, to think about the identity of the owner who can cast this sword qi. Although she had also doubted Zhuge Chen, whenever she looked at the young man beside her who was brilliant, but could only be evaluated as powerless, she shook her head silently and denied her opinion. After all, if Zhuge Chen really had such a means, why did he hide? Even many times when he was only separated from death by a thin line, he still didn't show his true strength.

Since this is the case, that sword qi can only exist among the forces behind Zhuge Chen, who has lost his memory.

Qingyue, who always loves to think crankily, has arranged Zhuge Chen's life experience very clearly in his mind at this time, it is nothing more than the eldest son of a big family outside the dream country, but he is unwilling to inherit the position of the head of the family, and he was punished to come here, and after the hardships of the world, I hope he can reform himself. And the owner of the sword qi is the hole card of the big family to escort Zhuge Chen. is a congenital nobleman, how can he die in a foreign land?

Qingyue's guess was actually half right. As the former god king of the Zhuge family, he is naturally an extremely dazzling existence when he looks at the entire heavens. Only now...... Not to mention whether there is an escort or not, I am afraid that if the Zhuge family knows that he is still living well in the world, I am afraid that many unclean side branches will take action and kill him in this world. After all, Zhuge Feng's prominence has given these depressed side branches countless confidence. Whether or not the word "side" can be replaced with the word "main" is all on this move. Not to mention Zhuge Chen, a "down-and-out" cultivator who has lost his god-king body, even some elders in the ancestral city can become pawns that they can abandon casually.

"The big dream is broken, and I can wake up for a moment. Zhuge Chen said with a smile, and then he stretched out his hand and naturally pressed it on the two swords that reappeared on his waist. On the rubber pillar, the cold light appeared, and the Sanchen sword body was like the Milky Way hanging. It's just that only Zhuge Chen, the sword master, can see this, and it is fleeting. He looked up and stared at the goblin.

Although there are still many incomprehensions about what he has experienced in the past few days, Zhuge Chen also knows that the current situation is not the time for him to analyze it slowly. That's why he pointed to the table in the middle hall and said loudly: "Last night, I was drinking with you? But I thought about it, wouldn't it be more stupid to give yourself a mouthful, so let's pay off the debt with your worthless life!"

When the ghost heard this, he laughed, and did not laugh at Zhuge Chen's words, but pretended to be mysterious and said: "I thought you would ask me why I didn't do it yesterday, but chose today." After all, there is a lot of trouble for all of you. ”

Zhuge Chen snorted coldly and said, "Isn't the answer obvious?"

"It seems that you are indeed suitable to be called a fellow by me. The ghost said with some regret: "It's just that leaving you now is too much of a threat to me." And I've already accepted other people's benefits, and if I don't do anything, I can't help but say something too much. When you take off your great head, I will lay it in the middle of the nave. How about leaving your soul and soul to drink and chat with me, just like yesterday?"

"Then it's up to you...... Do you have this ability!" Zhuge Chen said, and rose up with his sword. A sword slashed through the black mist and appeared in front of everyone.

The panic of the original few people instantly became stunned.

Looking at the sword qi castrated like a rainbow, leaving a ravine in the courtyard, the four of Chitose felt a deep sense of frustration in their hearts. They have been pursuing the realm they have dreamed of for many years, and now they are not only on the edge of a young man's sword, but also at will. Looking at it like this, Zhuge Chen, who has been warned and reminded by Zuo Yichun, is the one who is the most hidden among them. Fortunately, the four of them did not want to kill Zhuge Chen like the Qingshan Dao people, and escaped with their blood sacrifice to the sky. Otherwise, if this sword qi was aimed at them at this moment, I am afraid that in an instant, there would be four more corpses in the courtyard.

Zuo Yichun glanced at Chitose with a wry smile and said, "Chitose, you really don't know the true identity of this person?"

Chitose shook his head, and it took a long time to squeeze a sentence out of his mouth: "I don't know." "Yiyun Chinese

After a while, Chitose continued: "If I knew, do you think I would still treat him as a junior......? He's the one who really gets ahead of the curve!"

At this time, Jiang Wang glanced at his young friend, although he was on the battlefield, he was no longer fighting in the enemy formation, but strategizing in the camp, he had been self-cultivation for many years, and he scolded: "Damn, bald donkey, are you hiding it from me again?!"

The barefoot monk looked innocent: "I can't hide it, how do I know? I just saw that the young man was unusual, how could I know that he had such great power." Now I even have a bold guess in my heart, could this young man be the god of our dream country?"

As soon as these words came out, the four of them looked at each other and immediately closed their mouths. As for the latter words, I dare not say anything.

Even they know very little about the mysterious God, and they are tacitly secretive. It's okay to complain a few words when you're usually down, but it's impossible to blurt it out at this time.

The sword shadow flashed in front of several people, so fast that even the afterimage could not be captured. Zhuge Chen wandered outside the black mist where the ghosts had regathered, humming a little song that the five people here had never heard before. His face was very indifferent, as if he had not taken the ghost in his eyes from the very beginning. When his fingers twisted to the point where ordinary people screamed, he pinched a seal, and then spread out his palm, and took out a small black bell. I saw him shake it slightly, and at first the surroundings were still as usual, silent. But just a few breaths later, in the dry well in the middle of the yard, there was a surge of flying insects that covered the sky. Even the sun overhead is obscured, and if it weren't for the disgusting sight in the eyes, it's barely a rare sight.

Zhuge Chen sighed lightly, and at this moment, the Qingyue closest to him would inevitably lose his complexion. As smart as she is, she naturally knows that except for the current Zhuge Chen, the rest of the people will definitely not be the opponents of the ghosts. Now that I see Bai Yi, I sigh and sigh, and naturally, I can't help but worry. She still thinks about going to live that ordinary life in the future, and now that she is dead, isn't everything she encountered along the way all the bamboo baskets empty?

"Why are you sighing?" Zhuge Chen raised his eyebrows and looked at Qingyue, then slapped his face on the hilt of the sword, and said, "Look at it, don't blink!"

In the swarm of flying insects not far away, the ghost was calm, and it never believed that Zhuge Chen could easily destroy his method. Although these flying insects look disgusting, and they are only the size of their thumbs, the people who underestimate them are all pus, and they are dead clean. Every flying insect here, even if it can't be said to have a great background, is all refined by the soul of a cultivator who has entered the hall on the path of cultivation. In order to refine such a sharp weapon, the ghost does not know how much energy and effort it expended. It is no exaggeration to say that if it weren't obsessed with this, I'm afraid that its own realm would have reached a higher level long ago.

But is it a blessing or a curse?

After all, if it didn't have this pitch-black bell, it would have died a long time ago, where would it be like now, sitting in such a house, living a small life comfortably.

"It's a pity, this is a good seedling, and he has to kill himself. The goblin pursed his lips and muttered to himself with some regret.

Just like ordinary cultivators, even if it is on the left side of the door, it is also indispensable to be inherited by a teacher. It's just that the vein of ghosts and monsters is more extreme, as long as they cultivate their methods, even if they can have an afterlife, they can't start all over again. Otherwise, life is their ghost, and even if they die, it is also their dead ghost? Once the news leaks, what attracts is a catastrophe. Therefore, this method is also a last resort for them to survive in disguise.

Of course, no matter what. The word evil cultivation should have completely disappeared from everyone's ears. Every time an evil cultivator ascends to the realm, what is consumed is the lives of countless Li people.

Looking at these flying insects in front of him, Zhuge Chen only heard bursts of heart-rending cries. And behind him, slowly condensed into a white and immaculate road. Bai Yi stepped on it first, and said in a warm voice: "To do this is to restart." ”