In fact, it is not very clever for the Holy Virtue to set up this kind of questioning game.

More of it is like the poor skills of the donkey after the end of the road, it is really because the collapse of the miscellaneous family and the peasant family has sounded the alarm bell, and some things have to be done.

Like the Holy Virtue, because of the forbidden method of the Yin and Yang Family, ordinary people are refined into a god-style god that is neither human nor ghost, which is a detrimental thing to Yin Virtue.

Therefore, he himself knows that the Ten Realms of the Human World are already his dead end, and there is no way forward to go any further.

In such a melee of all the top-notch people in the world, a mere Ten Realms Ascension Realm could not change any situation at all.

Just like this batch of Yin-Yang family-style gods that were first refined, no matter how many Yuanying Realm there are, they are just a group of cannon fodder, and they are tasteless to eat.

And the longer this group of Yin-Yang Family-style gods survives, the more Yin Virtue is burdened by Shengde, and it is better to rush to death than this, who let these people all be from Crow's Nest County, more or less have a certain causal implication with Bai Chuan.

is a very despicable question bureau, it depends on whether Bai Chuan can do it.

And the only thing that Shengde can do now is to try to spoil Bai Chuan's state of mind, once Bai Chuan really becomes a Confucian civil official, and then has great luck, the future of Confucianism is likely to be fulfilled in this son.

In fact, the holy mind is not very despicable, but gentle and mellow, and it is a seed of cultivation, but it has also come to the point where it has come to this point, and it can be seen that the battle of the great road is enough to destroy the faith of some people.

Swallow and Ikeme are like beasts acting entirely on instinct, and even when they are scarred, they still let out a terrifying roar.

Dragging his ruined body, he launched a death-defying blow against the Nine Realms Great Sword Immortal Bai Chuan.

At the beginning, Bai Chuan returned to Crow's Nest Town once when he was still in the Yuanying Realm, and under the same realm, it can be said that he may not be able to eat the two of them steadily.

Especially the big burgundy gourd behind the wine swallowing is even more mysterious, it can directly devour the sword qi of sword cultivation, and there is a sense of innate overwhelming in it.

But now that Bai Chuan has already entered the Upper Three Realms, and he can be called the strongest Great Sword Immortal in the world in the Nine Realms, then the current offensive of the two of them, for him, the fight between each other is not on the same level at all.

And the two of them were hit a few times one after another by the immortal heavy weapons on the Great Wall of Wenqi, even if it was a few monks from the Jindan Realm who came out of the immortal martial arts monks in the Daqing Dynasty, they could take it at will.

It's just that Shirakawa watched the two guys playing around in Crow's Nest Town together, rushing towards him when they completely lost their minds, and they couldn't think of making a move.

The burgundy gourd shot out a dark beam of light, and Ikeme's scaly, hairy hand condensed with majestic aura and smashed down.

But they couldn't really hit Shirakawa's flesh.

Just the exposure of his own pure sword qi can easily resist the attack of the two.

The upper three realms and the Yuan Infant are still very different after all.

It was just looking at the increasingly hideous appearance of swallowing wine and Chime, Shirakawa couldn't stop feeling a faint pain in his heart, and he couldn't say how to suffocate it, which made people feel depressed.

"Send them on their way. Saint Tak said with a straight face and without any expression.

"Sir!" Shirakawa really couldn't do this.

Even if they know that Swallow Wine and Ikeme are no longer the friends they were back then, their souls no longer belong to them, but so what?

Then the group of Yin-Yang Family-style gods in the Yuan Infant Realm were all driven by the Holy Virtue and launched an offensive.

The sky full of magical spells and some strange magic weapons that had never been seen before smashed down.

In the face of such a deadly attack, Bai Chuan's pure sword qi was wiped out little by little, and soon some magic weapons could hurt the body, but he didn't care about it completely.

Some of the Shikin had already deceived themselves and greeted Bai Chuan is old fist.

The figure continued to retreat, and there were already some stains on the white shirt.

Under a fierce attack, Bai Chuan could see that there was blood left on the corners of his mouth, but he still endured it and failed to make a move.

Looking at the familiar faces, empty eyes, and only endless madness, this sword just can't come out.

On the Great Wall of Wenqi, there are already offerings from the Daqing Dynasty rushing to come.

Song Xiuwen, a righteous gentleman, and Zhang Keji, a contemporary Yan Shenggong, also rushed to come, and when they saw the scene in front of them, most of them were a little puzzled.

A group of people who are not human or ghost in the Yuan Infant Realm surrounded the incoming Confucian civil and hidden officials, but Bai Chuan did not fight back, allowing all kinds of magical powers to come to him, and he didn't care about his injuries.

At most, the body dodge, avoiding some deadly attacks, and the pure sword qi emanating from the body was weakened a little bit.

Song Xiuwen raised his hand.

The monks on the Great Wall of Wenqi immediately began to operate the Immortal Family's heavy weapons, preparing to bombard these Shishen who only had Yuanying cultivation.

Zhang Keji shook his head, "Wait a minute, this is his conscience, these mental hurdles still have to be overcome by oneself after all, and it is not necessarily beneficial for others to do it for you." Since Confucianism pinned its hopes on him, he could not fall down on such a close of conscience. ”

Song Xiuwen raised his hand and had no choice but to put it down.

Zhang Keji said it well, the situation in front of him is obviously a situation of inquiry, it is not difficult to eliminate these Yuan Infant Realm gods, but how to break Bai Chuan's state of mind?

At this time, another group of people came.

It came from the side where the Holy Gate was stationed, and there was a war on the Great Wall of Wenqi, which must not be able to hide the ears and eyes of Bai Yi and others.

Since the leader of the Holy Gate has already said that he wants Bai Chuan to completely become a Confucian civil official, then he will never be soft on the matter of taking military merits for Bai Chuan.

Led by Liu Yuanzhai, a group of monks from the Holy Gate came.

Preparations have already begun to make a sortie.

Bai Chuan shouted: "Don't meddle in anyone, I'll solve it myself." ”

The pure sword qi on his body was unleashed, like the sharpest blade, and all the magic weapons that came to him were cut into pieces by the sword qi.

One sword can break ten thousand laws!

However, in the face of Shikijin who pounced like a wolf and a tiger, Shirakawa still relied on his body to avoid the attack, and did not hurt the killer.

Saint's face was cloudy.

When he saw the Holy Gate monks coming, he knew that the Holy Gate was going to join forces with Confucianism to completely defeat the expeditionary army.

In other words, the dilemma in front of the hundred monks is getting more and more serious.

The sharp-beaked monkey gills looked at the scene in front of her and snorted coldly.

If you are a great sword immortal, you don't even dare to hand out the sword in your hand without distraction, how can you use the sword to travel the world.

Sacrificed his natal sword in the night parade.

If Bai Chuan really didn't come out of the sword and was trapped by this extremely boring conscience situation, then it would be no wonder that she took out the sword to pick up the cheap.

At this time, a short flying sword quietly flew out of the primrose pot.

The tip of the sword, glowing with cold light, swayed.

Just like Shirakawa's current state of mind, it fluctuates.