The yellow-clothed Daojun's eyes widened, he had never seen this knife, and he had never seen such a Yan Xiao! The corners of his lips opened slightly, and he whispered: "King Ming of the mountain city, ask the gods with a smile! Ha, ahaha, hahahaha!"

Seeing his contemptuous eyes again, this is just an ant!

"What a smile and asked the gods, but alas, alas, alas, I am not a god. God, what is God? And I, who am the Harlequin Dancers, accompany you to have fun and spend this endless time! Why are you born as a mortal, and you have the opportunity to become the Punisher of Joy in just a few hundred years. But why don't you want to seize the opportunity to become the lord of Hongyu? Why don't you want to go to the outer heavens to find out what you don't know!"

The yellow-clothed Daojun didn't continue to ask, he let out an angry roar, and with this roar, the Shenwu Mountain Man swung the giant axe again. But Yan Xiao no longer dodged, lowered his head, and smelled a contemptuous sneer: "The ants can still enter the body, gnaw the heart and lungs, and kill the giant elephant." Why, thou art so high as Lord of the world, that thou hast not carefully looked at what you have created?"

Also accompanied by a roar, the flame long knife less than four feet King Ming of the Mountain City had a pair of hundred-zhang giant axes, the red light was shining, and this weak ant actually took a blow from the Shenwu Mountain Man with a mortal body.

The god has no mountain people who can't think, they have no feelings, they are the playthings of the earth spirit in the Hongmeng period, and its existence is purely for killing. saw the mountain stone flying, and kicked Yan Xiao away.

After flying out for four or five hundred feet, he fell heavily to the ground, and this time, I am afraid that I broke my arm and broken my leg.

He barely supported himself with the flame long knife, but in the eyes of the yellow-clothed Daojun, he still had that unpleasant, compassionate and hypocritical face. The gods are not mountaineers step by step, step by step, step by step, but after five or six steps, I am afraid that they can trample them to death under the boulder with one foot.

The people of the god no mountain did not move, and they heard the rumbling and rumbling sound, and the mountain stone giant beast returned to a majestic giant mountain.

The yellow-clothed Daojun descended to Yan Xiao's side, picked his chin with his slender fingers like white jade, and asked, "Isn't it just looking forward to ascending one day?"

Yan Xiao smiled but didn't speak, his left hand was still holding the flaming long knife Mountain City Ming King, and the yellow-clothed Daojun also looked at the long knife. As if he understood something, he was quite curious, and asked, "This knife, but it comes from the outer heavens?"

"Almighty Master, don't you have the Yellow Emperor's Book of Heaven? Why, why do you ask that?"

In the face of ridicule, the yellow-clothed Daojun was not annoyed, but just withdrew his hand, closed his eyes, and blew the wind, but he changed his tone: "Huo'er, no, Yan Xiao, do you understand how the Five Emperors exist?"

didn't wait for Yan Xiao to speak, but he added by himself: "The Five Emperors are not people, not immortals, not gods and demons, not demons. We are born in a world of self-existence, but we don't know the years, time stops, and it is difficult to understand the end. Such a long and never-ending period of time has driven them crazy. ”

It is difficult for this yellow-clothed Daojun to be called a book, or rather, he is called Tu Lingzi. Yan Xiao has known Tu Lingzi, or has known the difficulty of books for more than 800 years. His life hung by a thread, and it was this wandering earth spirit who saved him.

His purpose is simple. If he can't get out of this world with the power of his own alone, then he will reunite the power of the five spirits. And Yan Xiao was infused by him with the power of the fire spirit that remained in the gods.

Yan Xiao looked up at the man in yellow, this supreme god who was called a book in the name of the world actually cried, like pearl teardrops dripping from his cheeks one by one, moistening his robe and falling on the crooked grass.

Yan Xiao had a thousand complex emotions in his heart that were difficult to suppress, but he saw that the Qingdi jade pen turned into a green wood long sword and struck with a sword. Yan Xiao instinctively waved the king of the mountain city, but he heard the sound of the blade breaking, "poof". The flame long knife, the king of the mountain city broke in an instant.

Aoki's long sword is still unstoppable, the blade pierces in, the round eyes, the constricted pupils, it is actually the end of a generation of legends!

The wind was cold and biting, blowing through, no longer like a sympathetic hand gently caressing, more like a merciless blade cutting through a robe. Tu Lingzi, or the book is difficult, I saw that the light faded, and the long yellow and white hair was like the snow in winter, and the original elegant robe had become a yellow rag, and the road was cracked, and the six-eared spirit snake was difficult to find. That face is no longer indistinguishable from male and female, although it is handsome and extraordinary fairy style, but its beauty is not as good as the previous eleven.

Even if he gave up the supreme identity of Tu Lingzi, he would still be difficult to read!

He is Bai Ze for riding, a jade pen in the sky, and a book that is difficult for immortals to stop.

looked at the man in red in front of him lying in a pool of blood, but his face was painless and extremely peaceful. Although the people on the ground are ants in the eyes of Tu Lingzi, this person is a close friend of Shuyan after all.

After all, he died by his own sword!

"What is it, what is it?"

The roar of the sky is difficult to recover the chic demeanor of the deceased friend before his death, and the two lines of blood and tears of the Daojun book are pouring out, anger, unwillingness, hatred, remorse, thousands of emotions are intertwined in an instant, and the knees fall to the ground, kneeling down on the side of the deceased friend. At this time, maybe it's time to pray for a blessing and a death spell, or send him a dust in the form of treating the dead, or?

Will Yan Xiao's soul also be reincarnated like the small stone that he has been searching for thousands of lifetimes, and the Three Realms will be nameless?

If that's the case, friend, what's the face to say goodbye?

The wind was solemn, as if the mortal spirits of the world were mourning for him, and the rain bells were like the watchers of the heavens weeping over this situation.

Boiled beans burn beans, and beans cry in the kettle. This is born from the same root, so why not be in a hurry to fry each other.

It's the same root, why is it too anxious?

Shu Nan stood up, covered his face with one hand, looked up to the sky and smiled, looked at the sky and cried, tears continued to drip from the perfectly angular chin, wetting the robe. The ghost wind howled, and he stopped sobbing and laughing, but he showed a creepy laugh, a kind of weird laugh that even the bloodthirsty jailer Kang Jinlong in previous years could not do this.

Seeing that the book was difficult to lean over, the beautiful but strange face slowly attached to the calm and unwavering face of the deceased, and the soft thin lips kissed Yan Xiao's cheek. He was as emotional as a beautiful woman, and the next moment those lips kissed the already cold lips of the deceased.

That kind of scene, I'm afraid that everyone who sees it will think that it is a good male style of Longyang. But the next moment was frightened and unwilling to look away, and a wisp of blue-white smoke was bitten out of the deceased's mouth. Looking at it closely, how can you believe that Bai Yan's human form is actually Yan Xiao's appearance.

Seeing that the right hand of the scholar emitted a red light, the long hair and robe were windless and automatic, and in an instant, the white smoke and Yan Xiao were absorbed, constantly condensed, and gradually turned into a phoenix-patterned fire cloud red gold pill, holding it in his hand, but his face was full of bitterness.

The incarnation of the Five Emperors, the Immortal Wind Dao Bone, actually collected people's souls and refined them into pills, which was already unbelievable and jaw-dropping, but what happened later was even more incredulous.

In an instant, under the sword of Aoki, Yan Xiao, whose soul had been scattered from the hands of his old friend, actually rolled over and rose up. Although the book on the side was shocked, it was difficult to hide the joy, and he was about to step forward, when at the same moment, the surrounding air soared in an instant.

Shu Nan changed the Qingdi jade pen to his right hand, and waved it suddenly, and the Aoki long sword appeared again, blocking with a sword, and it looked like it was an empty branch. 58 reading

The flames of the empty branches are blazing, not like the previous wind and snow. Every swing of the sword, every sword flower, the strength and speed are several times faster than before.

Aoki Long Sword took the next sword again, but saw Yan Xiao, who had come back from the dead, waved his left hand, and the sword wind whistled, it turned out to be a flame long knife that had also been broken, King Ming of the Mountain City!

Even if he can't incarnate as the Five Emperors at this moment, the book difficulty is still the book difficulty, just listen to his silent recitation, a gossip heraldic block the king of the mountain city.

Turning his head to look, his pupils dilated, and Yan Xiao's eyes ......

Those eyes are no longer human eyes, the left eye is pure white, the right eye is pitch black, there is no pupil, it is impossible to judge the focal length, such eyes are no longer human!

"Coffin, you turned into a coffin, this is not, it won't!"

The crazy Shuyan roared angrily, which did not match his Daojun appearance at all, and he vented, and clenched the Aoki long sword in his hand even more.

I saw him raise his sword on his chest, close his eyes, caress the two fingers of his left hand, and shouted angrily: "Baiyue Mountain is high and man-made peaks, and there is no realm and no self......"

In an instant, the king of the mountain city once again carried the unstoppable wind and the flame that burned all things down, and the gossip coat of arms appeared again, but it was the sound of the glass breaking, the king of the mountain city slashed with a knife, but saw that the blade was stained with blood, and the book was difficult to cover the left arm and glide backwards five or six feet. Is this person crazy? No, he is no longer Yan Xiao, he is just a "coffin".

"A handful of dust and sand and green clouds, mountains and rivers sacrifice, neighing horses, excellent epiphany, year after year!"

I also saw that the aoki long sword was wrapped in pale cyan light, and the long sword was deformed, and it turned into a wooden spear again. Waving his hands, the gun wheel was dazzling, the head of the gun pointed directly at Yan Xiao, and shouted again: "Don't talk endlessly!"

Yan Xiao was still expressionless, a knife and a sword, breaking through the wind, and slashing with a sword bayonet, but the Aoki spear moved like a swimming snake, picking left and right, so that Yan Xiao couldn't get close.

Yan Xiao flew up, the sword waved, and the sword light and sword shadow were like sharp arrows off the string, and they came in an instant. At the same time, the Aoki spear in Shunan's hand shot out, and suddenly heard a heaven-shaking dragon groan, and the Aoki spear turned into a hundred zhang Canglong, roaring towards Yan Xiao.

The sword light and sword shadow dissipated in an instant like the wind blowing the mist, Yan Xiao slashed a sword and a pair of dragons, but the clouds were thick, and the thunder fell in the sky. Yan Xiao was not in a hurry to dodge, he roared in pain, but he didn't see it, and his face changed at all!

Looking at it again, the empty branch of Qingwu changed again, dispersed the flames, and then collected the cold ice into a sword!

The dragon fell straight down, and the dust and smoke rose until it dissipated, and there was no trace of it.

The dragon's body dissipated, turned into the Jade Pen of the Green Emperor again, and flew back into the hands of Shuyan. At this moment, the book is difficult but the immortal power is exhausted, and it is difficult to support it anymore, and one stumbles and falls upside down.

The phoenix-patterned red gold pill in his arms emitted a faint red light, and the black wind suddenly came, as if the fierce beasts, demons and evil spirits that had been lurking in Shenwu Mountain for many years had smelled the smell of falling immortals, and they also determined one by one that this person with immortal bodies and immortals had no ability to resist.

One by one, they were about to attack them in groups, but they heard the neighing of the heavenly horses, and in an instant, the white light dispersed the darkness and illuminated the earth, and Shu Nan tried to open his eyes, and through the slight gap, he saw the spirit beast Bai Ze's hooves stepping on the ice blue flames from the sky.

Bai Ze bent on all fours, lying on his side, his huge white feather wings like a good feather coat, covering the former master. This spirit beast, which looks like a horse and not a horse, like a deer and not a deer, has no fear and closes its eyes as if it is asleep.

Bai Ze brings a picture to the Lord, through the ghosts and gods, the universe is desolate, ancient and modern!

But such a desolate spirit beast came from nowhere, did not know the return date, but served mortals as the master, or singable, or sad!

The corner of his mouth smiled, and he closed his eyes, he was so tired, he was so tired that he couldn't stand up anymore, or he could sleep forever. He has lived for too long, 400 years, 500 years, how many reincarnations of the deceased, he has encountered too many times, but in this life, he can also return to dust and earth to earth.

Water droplets suddenly drip down on his cheeks, warm and comfortable, physical strength is gradually recovering, and wounds are slowly healing. It wasn't until he could barely open his eyes that he saw that the dripping on his body and the ground were blood and tears.

At that moment, the exhaustion and powerlessness dissipated in an instant, and he stood up and looked at the desolate spirit beast that was as strong as a lion, with a deer head and a horse's body, and a giant wing, and the tears could not be suppressed.

It's hard to cry when you read books, so what happened to the prodigal son who was away from home for many years and reunited with his relatives again? Once, twice, three times, I am afraid that the tears of millions of years have accumulated to this day.

He waved his hand and turned into a silk handkerchief to wipe away blood and tears for Bai Ze. and put his forehead against the center of his brow, and it was difficult to speak.

The green mountains in front of the door are ancient forests, and the sun rises and the moon sets for thousands of years.

Outside the sky, outside the sky, the Lord who has never been seen but vaguely in the mind really exists? If it exists, what does it look like?

The sunset lake and the sea, the independent peak is not cold, from the head, there is no river source and no mountain.

It's better to wash away the past, like ants, a hundred years of reincarnation!

Just like this, Bai Ze was brighter than before, looking up to the sky and hissing, full of sadness. The light emitted by the phoenix pattern red gold pill in his arms became more and more intense, and the white-haired Daojun suddenly realized.

The "coffin" that occupies Yan Xiao's body, isn't it so indulgent?

Seeing the light shining and fading, Daojun's white hair had been tied up by the silver ring of the sleeping snake, and the rag robe on his body had been renewed. With a delicate face, a handsome face, a jade fan in his hand, his robe swaying in the wind, and sighing lightly: "Dao Chang does nothing, haha, haha, yes!"

Tao often does nothing, but unfortunately, I'm afraid I forgot it when I was two hundred years old.

The body rose from the wind, sat on Bai Ze, heard a hiss, and the spirit beast carried the master, and the hooves stepped on the ice blue flame farther and farther.

Yan Xiao, who lost the soul pill and the body occupied by the "coffin", it was difficult for Tu Lingzi to subconsciously make the body regain his heart, and the bond and enmity between the two may continue.

At least in this world and world, those who wander around the six and eight wildernesses are difficult for immortals, and they will no longer be innate spirits.