Along the way, Xie Ling was chattering, like a lark, talking non-stop, Tyrant had to plug his ears with his wings, Zhide asked: How long does this heavy Taoist person die, you were still sad at the beginning, no, no, now you are so happy, aren't you very good friends, you are changing too fast.

Xie Ling shook his head left and right, as if he was seriously thinking about this question, and retorted: Isn't it that I have become fast, and there are still few monks who have died on this road for various reasons? Since he has embarked on this road, he must have such preparations, and he is not unjustly dead, the essence and blood of the Demon Emperor are not something he can touch, and he is destined to die if he touches something that cannot be touched.

Now I know how good the three of us brothers are, protect you, comfort you, and give you back to refining the Demon Emperor's essence blood with us. Tyrant covered his ears and said helplessly.

It must be your best, especially Hanshu. Xie Ling looked at the tyrant with a grin.

Now that you know that we are the best, can you be quiet for a while, just for a while, my ears are going to explode. The expression on Tyrant's face was unusually helpless, mixed with a hint of pain.

No, it's in my nature to speak, and don't you think the three of you are too boring? My joining has added a lot of fun to your cultivation, and you are not even happy with my great dedication. Xie Ling clasped his hands on his shoulders, his face full of unhappiness.

Han Shu didn't interject, just quietly listened to their bickering, so that Han Shu felt very happy and warm.

Okay, you're the biggest, you have the final say, I never thought that one day, I would lose to others in my mouth. Tyrant gave up directly, and it will never be clear to reason with a woman. Zhide didn't have a big reaction to Xie Ling's chatter, but was happy to see the deflated appearance of the tyrant.

A burst of wind broke from the four of Han Shu, but they all kept a long distance from the four of Han Shu, and now Han Shu has been famous on the road of immortals and demons, killing the immortal king, abandoning the sky, the combat power is too terrifying, making people daunting.

Han Shu is also very happy to see this effect, keep a certain distance from other people, and the danger will be a little less, on this road, unless by chance, Han Shu doesn't want to make friends with anyone, any stranger may be an enemy, unless Kao and Li Cheng have a chance to get acquainted.

There were more and more monks flying around, and the direction of flight was the same as that of the four Han Shu, all of whom went for the Demon Emperor Ruins.

The speed of the flight of the four people is not slow, but it is not fast to the extreme, the Demon Emperor Ruins are not easy for anyone to get, and so many monks have gotten the news, no one dares to say that they can get the Demon Emperor Ruins alone, Han Shu The four people are not very anxious, but there are too many people coming, far beyond Han Shu's imagination.

Waiting for the line of sight to be able to see everyone clearly, the number of monks surprised the four of Han Shu, which added up to almost 50,000 monks, densely surrounded in front of a stone wall, in front of everyone stood five people steadily, occupying a place alone, and the rest of the 50,000 monks were fighting behind but did not dare to express their inner dissatisfaction.

Two of them are also acquaintances of Han Shu, one is the demon king, and the other is the phoenix girl.

It's just that who the other three are, especially a man in black with a black big knife, who gave Han Shu a strong sense of oppression, and the other two Han Shu also couldn't see through it at once.

Xie Ling pointed to the man in black with a black big knife and said: This is the Demon King, as his name suggests, the owner of the Demon King with a special physique. The young man with his back looking ethereal is called a celestial man, and like the demon king, he is the owner of a special physique, and he is a celestial body.

And the third monk who seems to be very depressed is called unstained, he has been experiencing hardships all his life, all luck, all opportunities have nothing to do with him, just because he is the owner of the doom body, but this physique is not born, but after he was born, slowly formed, this physique is very terrible, will kill his own family, kill those who like him, in short, except for the enemy, all the people who have a warm heart for him will be killed by him, and the people he cares about will also die. But this kind of physique is also a nightmare existence for the enemy when it grows up in the later stage, and it has gone through too many tribulations, and the power that finally erupts must be shocked by the sky, even higher than the sky.

Han Shu already had his own experience was tragic enough, but after hearing Xie Ling's words, he felt a little sympathetic to the same disease, at least he had friends with him, and he could only walk slowly in the boundless darkness, Han Shu thought to himself, even if he had reached the realm of the Great Emperor, but what was the point of being undyed, he couldn't get the warmth of other people, and he couldn't give warmth to others, which was a very sad thing.

Tyrant asked curiously: How do you know so much, have you seen these strange special physiques before?

Xie Ling raised his head arrogantly: Who am I, my master is an existence side by side with the God King, how can I not know, please me well, I can let you hug my master's thigh.

Big brother, let's go, there is a place for us in the position ahead. Tyrant ignored Xie Ling, and the two of them flew forward.

Xie Ling muttered unhappily and followed the three of them up.

But there were so many monks around that they blocked the way to the front. Tyrant patted Zhide on the shoulder: There is no need for the eldest brother to come out of this matter, let's deal with it.

No problem. Zhide patted his stomach and opened the way with the two of them.

Behind everyone, the earth-shattering immortal aura and netherworld aura erupted, and the monks who relied on the nearest Tyrant were directly shocked and flew out, but the two of them only released their own breath and did not hurt anyone.

Who is this, don't stay obediently in the back, looking for death. Some people in the crowd were instantly unhappy, but when everyone turned around, they saw the feathered tyrant, and after seeing the lifeless Zhide, there was still a restrained, well-defined young man and a young woman with a smile on her face, and the crowd immediately became silent, and no one dared to make a provocation.

The prestige of these four people was killed, and it was built with invincible combat power based on bones and blood, and no one dared to touch the moldy heads of these four people.

Tyrant said coldly: If you don't want to die, get out of the way.

This fellow Daoist, what you said is too much. Although some people are afraid of the four of them, there are still some people who don't want to lose face like this.

Who is talking, stand up!, Zhide looked around the crowd indifferently.

Don't go, those people can't afford to mess with. A man in the crowd rushed out despite the dissuasion of the people around him.

We are all here for the relics of the Demon Emperor, pay attention to everything first-come, don't be so domineering, leave a line in everything, and see each other in the future. The man held on to his courage and looked at the four of them.

Come first and come first, why don't you persuade those people at the front to lean back, block my way, thinking that I won't kill people?

Everything is fair... The man's words came to an abrupt end in the middle of his sentence, and a blood moon appeared in front of him.