Seeing that one of the senior brothers had been damaged, the other two immortals were even more murderous, magic weapons, spirit weapons, spirit runes, and flying swords, and hit Mo Ming with a single blow. Even though Mo Ming has the twenty-four veins of Qi Yuan, his combat power is comparable to that of an immortal, or even better. But in the face of this variety of attacks coming from the sky, he couldn't help but be embarrassed to step on the impermanence sword to dodge left and right.

Without waiting for the two white-clothed immortals to urge the move again, they heard a miserable scream again, and the two of them looked at it in unison, and gasped even more.

They saw that it was a little late, and their handsome brother had turned into an ice sculpture, which was slapped by the ice-blue robed guy with a palm, and turned into hundreds of broken ice and fell to the ground.

When Jian Yufei landed again and jumped up to make a move on another white-clothed immortal, a sword aura fell from the sky and repelled Jian Yufei. Jian Yufei was hit head-on by this sword qi, but she was unharmed.

Everyone looked at the sky together, and after a few quiet moments, thousands of sword qi descended from the sky. These swords shot at the white-clothed immortals who were alive or dead, at Jian Yufei, and at the black dragon.

Jian Yufei knew that this sword qi was harmless to him at all, so he gladly accepted it. But those white-clothed immortals who were still alive and had the ability to act sacrificed their defensive immortal methods one after another, and the black dragon also struggled with the last of its strength.

These sword qi gossamers are not hurting people and killing people, they stick to those white-clothed immortals, Jian Yufei, and black dragons like puppet silk threads. Then the sword qi was withdrawn into the sky, and these white-clothed immortals who were sticky, Jian Yufei, and the black dragon were all involved and flew to the sky.

Mo Ming fell back to the earth and returned to the side of the county lord. He was naked, and he was really embarrassed. The tiger guy took off his robe and let him put it on, which made the scene look better. Everyone looked up at the sky, and they stared at the incense for nearly half a column of time, and there was no response.

And at this moment in the sky, the black dragon and the white-clothed immortals who were still alive all showed panic, but Jian Yufei looked indifferent.

A handsome young man in white clothes and white hair, with a handsome face, walked slowly out from behind the clouds. He did take it one step at a time, and with each step, a cloud floated in front of him. Step after step, a white cloud avenue was born under his feet.

Jian Yufei rarely saw this person like this, and more often than not, this person either looked like a child, or turned into a handsome young man with black hair. Although I have seen the appearance of white clothes and white hair now, every time I see it, I always have the urge to go up and do a fight.

It's a pity, it's a pity, this person has the ability to kill him, but this person is no longer an ordinary immortal, and if he kills him, he can't be completely freed.

The handsome man in white clothes and white hair smiled at Jian Yufei, and then looked at the white-clothed immortal floating in the air, as well as the black dragon who was still struggling.

The sturdy white-clothed immortal was afraid in his heart, but he still opened his mouth to ask, and listened to him, "Who is the senior?"

The handsome man in white clothes and white hair held a hand, and the silk threads that wrapped around the people and the black dragon dissipated, and then a white cloud floated at their feet, making them feel as if they were standing on the earth.

"Second brother, you're pretending to be a ghost again. ”

Hearing the young man in the ice blue robe shouting the second brother of the white-clothed and white-haired immortals, the white-clothed immortals couldn't help but tremble in their hearts, and their faces showed even more fear.

I thought it was just a worldly ant, and the role of easy obliteration has caused them a lot of damage, but now there is another master senior, is this the child being bullied by the parents out to take revenge? But the problem is that his children have always been bullying people!

The white-clothed and white-haired immortal is naturally Yan Xiao's second disciple, the second senior brother of Zhong Xihou and Jian Yufei, the hidden blade whose real name is bright.

Hidden Blade smiled slightly, this smile, without the slightest killing intent or anger, is even more like a spring breeze, and the body is a lot more relaxed. Then he spoke, and his voice was extremely gentle, listening to him: "You and other juniors are just bewitched by the sect, so they will risk the laws of heaven and earth to bombard the gods and souls to plunder the lower realm. You wait for the juniors to fight, and it is inconvenient for the deity to make a move, and now it is miserable, and if you are allowed to wait for the struggle, the laws of heaven and earth will definitely punish you. ”

"The Law of Heaven and Earth? Impossible, Impossible, Impossible······"

The handsome white-clothed immortal had a questioning face, and was about to explain, but when he saw the white-clothed and white-haired immortal make a move, everyone also looked at him.

A cloud of white clouds floated in, the white clouds dispersed, and a middle-aged man covered with sword marks appeared invisibly and fell to the side of the hidden blade. When the white-clothed immortals looked at it, they couldn't help but gasp and were afraid.

"This junior is an elder in the sect, since the Immortal Land Forbidden Mansion exists, there is a reason for his existence. It's ridiculous that the junior sneaked into it and bribed the gatekeepers in a vain attempt to cover the eyes of the sky. ”

The middle-aged man who is going to die is indeed the senior of this group of white-clothed people, and in terms of seniority, he is still the master and uncle of the same generation as the head of the family. Shi Shuzu's cultivation has passed the gods, and he will break through the refining void, how could such an unfathomable cultivation end up so miserable?

Except for the Ning Can Immortal who had fainted, the rest of the surviving immortals all knelt on top of the clouds in an instant, their faces were pale, and they were almost close to the clouds.

But not far in front of them, the white-clothed and white-haired senior didn't seem to intend to make a move on them. He just waved his hand, and then said in a gentle voice: "I have already said that the fault is not you and other juniors, and the deity will not blame." Let's take this fellow disciple of yours and go back to the sect. ”

The handsome white-clothed immortal bit his lip, then opened and closed his mouth. After a few hesitations, he finally spoke.

"Senior, that uncle is ······"

It wasn't the words that answered them, it was the white-clothed and white-haired immortal who waved his sleeves and made an extremely casual movement. In an instant, the body of the middle-aged man who was not dead turned into white light and dissipated, and then the white light dispersed thousands of streamers and shot down all over the world. The white-clothed and white-haired immortal waved his sleeves again, and the bodies of the two mortal immortals on the side of the white-clothed immortals also emitted white light, and then they also scattered thousands of streamers to shoot down to all parts of the world.

The white-clothed immortals didn't dare to say more, one of them picked up the Ning Can immortal who had fainted with a broken arm, and then the sword boxes behind them flew out of the flying swords to the soles of their feet, and they all left with their swords.

In this high sky, now only the hidden blade, Jian Yufei and the black dragon remain.

Jian Yufei was a little helpless, sighed, and said, "Second brother, brother, I almost succeeded by a little bit, you, you, you are really wrong." "Let's have a book

The figure of the hidden blade flashed, and when he arrived in front of Jian Yufei, a chestnut was so painful that Jian Yufei covered his head and screamed. Then the tone of this hidden blade was not as gentle as before, and he hated iron and steel: "Twelve, twelve, you, you are really speechless, helpless, really hopeless!"

Jian Yufei grinned, and then said with a flattering face: "Good brother, good brother, why don't you wave your sleeves and let me die······"

Jian Yufei finished speaking, and the hidden blade really waved his sleeve. Jian Yufei didn't turn into a white streamer and shoot at the world, but felt an irresistible strange force attack, slapping him towards the world. As for whether such a high fall will fall to his death, the hidden blade will not care.

High in the sky, there was immediately only the hidden blade and the black dragon left.

Hidden Blade's expression also regained its gentleness, and his body floated to the side of the black dragon who was still struggling, and reached out and pressed his hand on the bridge of the black dragon's nose. A warm current flowed out of his palm and poured into the black dragon's body. Shenlong closed his eyes and became a lot quieter. Then a black light emanated from the black dragon's body, and the black light gradually changed and turned into a human form.

He was dressed in a black robe, looking beautiful, and vaguely, he was also slightly similar to Mo Ming.

When the person transformed by the black dragon saw the hidden blade, he couldn't help but tremble, and almost fell to his knees. With a wave of his hand, he held him up, and then said in a gentle voice: "Tianji, if I go against Master's will today and tell you all the things in the past, will you attack the people of the Mo family again?"

When the person transformed by the black dragon heard the word Mo family, his eyes instantly shot out killing intent, even if the person in front of him was a hidden blade, he did not hide it.

Seeing the appearance of the person transformed by the black dragon, the hidden blade also sighed helplessly, and then said: "You, you, have resented the Mo family for eight hundred years, but you don't know that this Mo family is what you should protect." ”

When the person transformed by the black dragon heard this, he couldn't help frowning, and looked at the hidden blade with a puzzled face.

Since I have already planned to disobey the master's intentions and have already opened my mouth, what should be said and what should not be said will be poured like beans today. As for how the person who was transformed by the black dragon in the back would choose, it was not something that the hidden blade could control. What the hidden blade can control is the life of this black dragon.

"In the past, Bai Yichan, the predecessor, was indeed a peerless genius with his master, but the mundane world of that era was too chaotic. All continents, all countries, all clans, and all sects, they rely on money, power, or martial arts, but immortal cultivators. Which force has more immortal cultivators, and which faction has profound immortal cultivators, which force has the most right to speak. Even if the martial arts cultivation is as strong as Gongzi Wushuang, in the face of a figure like the ancestor of the Hua family, there is no choice but to lose. ”

Hearing the Tibetan Blade talk about the years before and after the first establishment of Daye more than 800 years ago, the soul of the person transformed by the black dragon seemed to have returned to that era in an instant.

He followed his master's ambush in the dark and waited for the opportunity to strike a fatal blow, watching his master endure all kinds of torture in his cage, and the eyes of others were full of contempt and shame.

He fought with his master on the battlefield, in the sky, and in the Eastern Netherworld.

He also saw that despicable and damned Bai Shu biting his master's neck, his hideous face, like a blood-sucking bat, greedily sucking the blood of his master, plundering this master's Qi Tong immortal power. Until the master finally shriveled up and fell to the ground.

But this despicable and damned Bai Shu flew away, and he could only watch as his master's corpse was trampled by others, and finally turned into flesh, and there were no bones left.

The man incarnated by the black dragon indulged in the pain of the past, and the gentle voice came again.

"Tianji, maybe it's my senior brother who has recalled a few memories of you, but that's not all. You don't need to know too much, because Bai Yizen's predecessors and my master were born as twins, and they are different from ordinary twins. In addition to their different thoughts, the breath on their bodies and the blood are exactly the same, and it can even be said that the two of them were originally one person. Another 800 years have passed, and the blood has begun to fade. Therefore, if you don't feel the true breath of the Mo family, I don't blame you, and the Mo family won't blame you. ”

The person incarnated by the black dragon has been following Bai Yichan's side in the past, and under its influence, he is also very intelligent. When he heard the words of the hidden blade, his eyes couldn't help but widen, but his eyes were empty. He thought of something, but he didn't want to believe it. His legs were weak, his knees were bent, and he fell to his knees.

The man incarnated by the black dragon looked up at the Hidden Blade, and there was a longing in his eyes for the immortal to give him an answer, to hear the answer he didn't want to believe.

Hidden Blade saw the thoughts of the person who was transformed by the black dragon, shook his head helplessly and sighed, his voice was still gentle, and said: "Tianji, the current Mo family is the descendant of Bai Yichan's predecessors who you should do your best to protect each other with death." If you don't believe me, I'm willing to make a nine-day vow for it. ”

The hidden blade in front of him is so cultivated, the person transformed by the black dragon knows it very well, he can just wave it casually, and he can make his cultivation be knocked down by two realms. If such a character wants to fight for the Mo family by himself, he only needs to use a little means to change his memory, it's so simple.

"No, I believe it, it's me, it's the wrong ······"

When the words fell, the people transformed by the black dragon were full of tears, and the tears dripped from the sky, and dissipated into water vapor in the process of falling.

"It's me who is wrong, master, it's the heavens that are wrong······"

This handsome face became distorted by crying, and the hidden blade did not stop it, allowing the person transformed by the black dragon to cry as much as he wanted. A simple secret, why should you hide it for 800 years, Master, Master, what are your painstaking efforts? What the disciples are doing today is right or wrong?

The man incarnated by the black dragon stopped crying, bowed three times to the hidden blade with the power of reverence to the heavens, and then stood up. There were still tears on his face, and his eyes were slightly blurred, but his tone was a little more firm.

He asked, "Benefactor, how should the heavenly machine make up for it?"

But in a few words, the hidden blade saw that the blade turned by the black dragon showed its attitude, and couldn't help but smile on his face, and that smile was still like a spring breeze.

He was still in that gentle voice, and said: "White has turned into ink, and there is no more yin and yang in the world." Mo Yu's sword has been destroyed for 800 years, and now it is only a defective product, and it is still unknown whether Mo Yu can wake up. Tianji, are you willing to turn into a Zen Dao Tianji again to protect the Mo family?"

The person transformed by the black dragon did not speak, and black light emitted from his body again, and the black light turned into shape, and the black dragon appeared again. With the starlight and moonlight, the black dragon's scale armor began to change color. The original darkness gradually faded, and was replaced by a pure gold like a majestic Buddha statue. The golden dragon jumped downward, shooting directly at the Tianshui Villa of the Mo family.

Looking down, he saw Tianshui Villa, in front of Mo Ming, the current sword master of the Mo family, a pure golden sword went deep into the stone slab, faintly emitting colorful Buddha light.