When the five-colored flowers fell from the sky, Wu Chen didn't expect that on his black shadow soul, there was a Dao Desolate Ancient Will, roaring angrily, and destroying the heavens.

Later, in Wu Chen's consciousness, a voice came to Canggu: "If you want to get my inheritance, wait for you to have the strength of an immortal!"

At this moment, his whole body is broken, and his body is incomplete, but fortunately, the fairy luo exudes a halo, and the wound is slowly healing. Wu Chen always felt that it was not so simple for Cangluo to give him this trace of immortal power at the beginning, and its magic was that it seemed to have spirituality.

It didn't take long for him to slowly crawl out of the deep pit of yellow sand, looking at the potholes in front of him, and he couldn't help sighing, and couldn't believe that this was caused by himself.

With a step, he staggered slowly into the distance. The dark clouds have dispersed, and in the vast yellow sand, under the sun, this toddler figure is slightly lonely.

He didn't choose to return to the beetle tribe, but planned to find a secluded place to secretly breathe his body.

In the end, Wu Chen came to a quiet ravine and sat cross-legged. may have long been accustomed to loneliness, so this loneliness at the moment did not bring him much sentimentality.

"Ji'er, wait for me, sister, wait for me!" Wu Chen's eyes showed a rare tenderness. If you want to ask him why he is practicing, it's probably because of these two people!

The ancient space, thousands of mountains are heavy, and ancient trees are born.

Some of the majestic mountains are all composed of brown-blue rocks, and at the top cliff, a few pine trees grow vigorously, with branches supporting green leaves, lightly touching the clouds in mid-air. The lonely bird flew by, bringing gusts of wind, startling a few wisps of clouds and mist, and drifting away.

In the deep mountains, there are also hungry beasts chasing food, and the sound of rustling rises and falls in the depths of the jungle, and the charm of fear arises spontaneously.

At this moment, on the top of a large mountain, many monks gathered and discussed.

"Hehe, there's a good show to watch, it's really interesting that a nobody, who dares to compete with the Holy Son of Hehuan, for the Holy Maiden!"

"No, no, I think that since this person dares to provoke the Holy Son of Hehuan, he must have something extraordinary, maybe it is some old strange disciple!"

"Whatever it is, let's just watch quietly, but I really hope that the holy maiden who seeks snow and listens to the wind can also come to watch, and let me wait for the monks to have a glimpse. ”

"Brother Dao, I'm afraid I don't want to remember Fang Rong and do bad things!"

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Wu Chen and the three of them sat cross-legged on the boulder, listening to the chatter of those people not far away, and probably knew the reason, someone gave a war letter to the Holy Son of Hehuan for the sake of the Hehuan Holy Maiden!

Hearing the words of a few people, Chi Haoran muttered in a low voice, "This Hehuan Holy Maiden is really in demand, it seems that I have to hurry!"

Hua Haitang stared curiously ahead, in front of him, there was a wide grass, and many monks sat on both sides, waiting for the person to arrive.

And this mountain is surrounded by many peaks. On the top of these peaks, there are also some Taoist figures, looking at the mountains with their eyes open.

On one of the peaks, there is a white-clothed shadow. The woman was dressed in white, with a shawl in her hair, and a gold-plated hosta glowing softly in the sunlight on the top of her head.

Although the woman said that the white veil covered her face, she swept the eyebrows lightly and cut the water and autumn pupils, so that everyone on this peak looked sideways, lingered, and secretly figured out her identity.

This woman has a graceful posture, standing in the breeze, like a fairy turned into a daffodil, and does not eat the fireworks of the world. On its shoulder, a purple squirrel crawled lazily, its eyes slightly narrowed, looking boredly ahead.

Looking at the place where Wu Chen and the others were in the distance, the woman in white had a charming smile on the corner of her mouth under the veil.

And at this moment, Wu Chen, who was sitting on the boulder, breathed a sigh of relief slightly, and it was a great joy that his real body had survived the five-colored flower tribulation without danger. At the same time, it also made him secretly confident, his true body strength, I'm afraid it is no worse than these holy sons!

He looked sideways at Chi Haoran, his eyes flashing slightly. If you compare it with Chi Haoran, who was outside the northern city in the past, he can really win. As for how strong it is, it remains to be confirmed. In addition, Wu Chen was still thinking about the Qilin Ancient Medicine in the Immortal Tomb in his heart, and he had a plan, which was pressed deep in his heart.

Time passed little by little, and just when everyone was waiting impatiently, in front of Wu Chen and the others, two figures quickly swept from the sky and landed steadily on the grass.

Next to the man, there was a beautiful woman, who was not Hua Yun'er! And beside her, the handsome man was the Holy Son of Hehuan.

Next to the handsome Hehuan Son, Hua Yun'er looked at the Hehuan Son with an indescribable admiration. At this moment, she has reached the early stage of Yudan, and she thinks that she has an adventure.

Wu Chen looked at all this indifferently, if he said that he had no feelings, it was impossible. However, for Hua Yun'er, although her memory was erased, but at this moment, she regarded the enemy of Hehuan as so important, and even had feelings for this holy son, which made Wu Chen secretly unhappy.

It's not that he is jealous, it's just that he is upset for Hua Lun, thinking of Hua Lun's tragic death, his fists are slowly clenched, and his eyes are slightly condensed.

If Brother Hua sees Hua Yun'er in this scene, I wonder if he will crawl out of the coffin?

Wu Chen was stunned, shook his head secretly, and made an oath that he would fulfill, not for anything, but to comfort the deceased.

The Holy Son of Hehuan glanced at everyone indifferently, and then his brows moved slightly, and he didn't know who had given him a war letter.

What bothered him even more was that after such a long time, he had tried any method, but he couldn't contact the Holy Maiden of Hehuan, and he didn't know her traces.

For the Hehuan Holy Maiden, he has long regarded it as a flesh and blood, and now that someone wants to fight for it, why don't he be angry. Here, I also want to see who it is, so short-sighted, self-defeating.

Looking around left and right, seeing that no one stepped forward, he couldn't help frowning, and said loudly: "It's He Daoyou who met here to fight, please come out!"

The voice of the Holy Son of Hehuan is slow, but he exudes a domineering momentum, and his clothes are windless and automatic, which amazes everyone, and he is worthy of being a holy son, and his temperament and strength are really extraordinary.

Many monks also looked left and right, full of curiosity, but no one came forward. This makes people can't help but mutter, could it be that he was tricked by that person?

On the mountain, the breeze came slowly, and the face of the Holy Son of Hehuan became darker and darker, and he looked at the people around him with blazing eyes, and said slowly: "He doesn't dare to come, if you want to fight with me, you can also stand up!"

The momentum on his body was even better, like a big wave crashing into everyone's hearts, and the atmosphere became extremely oppressive in an instant.

When Chi Haoran heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched, full of disdain, and Hua Haitang pointed and pointed, "This little white face just can't find out of anger, relying on his own strength to bully weak monks, it's really not a good thing!"

"That's it, I, Hua Haitang, have looked down on such people all my life, Brother Chi, why don't you go up and teach him a lesson and teach him how to behave!" Hua Haitang spat on the ground and echoed in response, and then a smile hooked up at the corner of his mouth, and he winked at Chi Haoran.

"No, no, Lao Hua, such a shameless villain, you can make more than enough shots, why do you need me to come forward. Chi Haoran stared at Hua Haitang, smiled weirdly, and then looked at Wu Chen, "Brother Mo, why don't you go and destroy that guy, strengthen the power of my three brothers, and rob the holy girl of Hehuan to sleep." ”

"I'm ......" glanced at the two, a few black lines appeared on Wu Chen's forehead, and then he bowed his hand slightly to Chi Haoran, and said softly: "If the strength is weak, it is better for Brother Chi to win." ”

The three of them seemed to persuade wine, which attracted the attention of many people.

Hua Yun'er saw that there were three people in the crowd with smiles on their faces, muttering there as if they were mocking the Holy Son of Hehuan, her pretty face was slightly angry, and she pointed at Wu Chen and the three of them and shouted: "Three little thieves, if you are not convinced, you can come up and challenge my Holy Son's brother, if you are not brave, you will not be making trouble below!"

Yo ho, seeing the little beauty beside the Holy Son of Hehuan with an angry voice, Chi Haoran suddenly became interested. Just as he was about to make a joke, he saw the Holy Son of Hehuan staring at him, glared at him without fear, and said loudly: "I'm only interested in the Holy Maiden of Hehuan, but not you, don't you have to look at me like this?"

"Rampant, domineering, and shameless! Hua Haitang stretched out a thumbs up to Chi Haoran, full of anticipation, waiting to see a good show.

The Holy Son of Hehuan was furious and was about to step forward, when a crackling sound suddenly sounded in the sky above, and a figure swept by.

"As soon as the thunderbolt sounded in the clear sky, Lao Tzu appeared handsomely!"

This domineering voice came, making everyone stunned for a while. I saw that in the air above, the person who came was dressed in gray, full of obscene touching the sloppy scum, staring at the Hehuan Holy Son below and smiling.

The man was tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a rough face, but he was somewhat handsome.

"Fellow travelers!" After Chi Haoran and Hua Haitang heard the sound, when they looked up and saw the man, they couldn't help but sigh in their hearts, but this person seemed to be a little anxious.

The long hair fluttered under the momentum of the man in the air, and the holy son of Hehuan looked at the man in the sky, solemn and suspicious, and kept searching for this person's face in his mind, but he never remembered.

"Your Excellency is the one who invited you to the First World War? He bowed his hand slightly to the sky, frowning and asking.

"It's just a nameless person, come on, come on, defeat you, or go to find my Hehuan sister, and support the family after giving birth to a baby!" The big man rolled up his sleeves and couldn't wait to wave to the Hehuan Holy Son.

When the monks in the audience saw and heard this scene, they were speechless for a while, and their hearts were galloping. But I know that the Holy Maiden of Hehuan is at the level of a goddess in the hearts of everyone, and this person is so frivolous that they are inexplicably unhappy.

Especially Chi Haoran, his mouth opened widely, and after a long time, he came to his senses and spit out the word "rely on" with difficulty.

"Could it be that this guy is trying to rob me of my job, his grandmother's!" he slapped his lower thigh in anger, grinning in pain. Then he looked up at the sloppy man in gray in the sky, not knowing what he was thinking.

Hmph, the holy son of Hehuan hummed lightly, stepped forward, opposite the big man, the killing intent in his eyes was fierce, and the battle was touched.

Looking at the two people above who were rising in momentum, Chi Haoran lowered his head and muttered, "Although that person is the same way, I really want to reward him with a slap." ”

Wu Chen looked at the sloppy gray-clothed man with more interest, and on his body, he felt a strong aura, which seemed to be a little stronger than the Hehuan Holy Son.

"Let's fight!" the sloppy man chuckled and threw a punch at the Son of Hehuan. It seemed to be a random punch, but it hooked the spiritual power of heaven and earth, condensed in front of it, turned into a huge white tiger, roared with a crack, and flew towards the Hehuan Holy Son with a strong battle intent.

"Carving insect skills, class gate axe!" Hehuan Shengzi drew a circle with his right hand, but saw that the spiritual power around him quickly converged, forming a yin and yang pattern, and pressed towards the giant tiger that was rushing forward.