On the border of the West and Turkey, thousands of miles away from the Zixiao Sect, two bald heads were facing each other.

It was not so much a confrontation as a small novice blocking the old monk.

The little novice from a barren world in the upper realm smirked at the head of the Glass Palace.

The empty color sighed lightly, "Senior brother, what are you doing to stop senior brother?"

The little monk named Shenxiu said with a serious face: "Senior brother said, don't hurt the innocent. ”

Kongse sighed lightly, and said in a loud voice: "They are all people who have been contaminated with the Dan Tribulation, and my Buddha should help them get through this difficulty, so why do you say that 'hurting the innocent'." ”

Shenxiu's face was solemn, and he said meticulously: "Senior brother, the monks don't speak. ”

The empty pale face was wrinkled, and he became more and more helpless and sad, as if he had exhausted his last strength, and said slowly: "The earthly calamities should not be lightly stained, junior brother, you are the son of my Buddha, and you must not go astray." ”

He clasped his hands together, lowered his eyebrows and said, "Senior brother, it's the shore to turn around." ”

There seemed to be a flash of wisdom in Shenxiu's eyes, and after being silent for a long time, he said softly: "Senior brother, what you say is not the real truth of my Buddha, nor is it what you preach. ”

Kongse raised his eyebrows, and then looked at Shenxiu Zhengse and said: "My Buddha's words are self-reasonable, and no one can question them." ”

"As for how to preach it, we just have to wait for the same end. ”

He said slowly: "There are three thousand avenues, all of which lead to my Buddha. ”

Shenxiu said slowly: "Senior brother's words are distorting the Buddha's principles and turning the world upside down. ”

Kongse looked at Shenxiu and said nothing, and after being silent for a while, he suddenly smiled, "Well, since the junior brother intends to let them fall into the quagmire, the senior brother will do what you want." ”

He looked at Shen Xiuyan meaningfully and said, "I hope that my junior brother will not damage the Buddha's heart in the future."

Shenxiu's expression was calm and unfazed, "Senior brother's ability to reverse black and white and speak is comparable to my Buddha's truth."

Kongse suddenly sighed, and said to Shen Xiu: "Senior brother, don't do these useless things anymore. ”

Shenxiu frowned and was puzzled, and then changed color, "Ming Xiu plank road, secretly cross Chen Cang." ”

Its form was about to dissolve, but the emptiness stopped it.

Feng Shui takes turns, and the offensive and defensive momentum changes instantly.

Shenxiu's young face seemed to be twisted into a pimple, "But the palace master did it himself?"

Sora smiled without saying a word.

He saw that Shenxiu seemed to hesitate, and his heart sighed.

Shenxiu sighed lightly: "Well, that kid should have this catastrophe." ”

Hearing this, Kongse frowned slightly.

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Outside the Lotus Secret Realm, an invisible aura slowly appeared.

Under the cliff of the fallen god, the abyss pool is the same, but unfortunately the secret realm has disappeared.

But that breath fell on deaf ears, and with a slight float, it floated through the void and came to another world.

In the world, there is a great lake.

In the lake, a turtle was crawling on the ground, and the spirit snake did not dare to hiss.

That breath didn't look at it, and with a slight shock, it seemed that there was an endless heavenly power shaking.

The whole space trembled a few times.

The Xuan Turtle is one of the several major guards of the Zixiao Sect, the Yuan Turtle.

Suddenly, under the surprise and stunned of the turtle, the water in the lake cracked, revealing a channel.

The breath drifted in and vanished.

After entering, the turtle struck the spirit.

The spirit snake behind him was even more frightened and worried.

They have lived on the head of a certain predecessor for hundreds of years.

This is even more 'sinful' than breaking ground on Tai Sui's head.

Yuan Turtle's small eyes kept dripping and turning, and he secretly wondered if he should place a bet?

At the beginning, the Sima boy was bet by him, and he kept a thousand years of peace, and his position as the head of the town was as stable as Mount Tai.

If you bet on this demigod powerful predecessor again, I wonder if you can ask for a chance to become a god?

No matter how the Yuan Turtle calculated, the invisible aura did not know at all.

Or even if you know, you don't care.

After all, how could the gods care about the thoughts of mortal ants?

At this time, the breath had already drifted over a certain mausoleum.

After a tremble, a dark voice came out, and he said jerkyly, "You... Place.. The chosen son of the sect inheritance is about to die, and he can't come out yet?"

The mausoleum is ten zhang large, the whole body is square, and the whole body is dark.

And there is a broken sword left on the side.

Judging by its appearance, it seems to be exactly the same as the treasure divine sword in the secret realm that Sima Yuan took away.

After the words came out of that breath, the mausoleum did not speak immediately.

The man was not impatient.

This awakening of this old immortal is not only a covenant for the beginning, but also for the future.

With a wisp of his ghost, it was difficult to resist those few.

Then

That aura had gradually condensed into a human form.

Looking at its appearance, it looks like a butcher dress.

If the palace masters of the Xuanyuan Palace saw such a scene, they would definitely be horrified.

Even kowtowing is possible.

After all, in the secrecy of the palace masters of the Xuanyuan Palace, the legendary existence is dressed as a perennial butcher.

A little, there was a sudden yin wind shouting around, and the evil spirit roared.

Clouds of ink-like mist seeped in from the outside, endlessly, cutting and extinguishing endlessly.

When the inky black fog accumulated to a certain critical point, a trembling sound came.

The ground began to crack, revealing ravines the size of a human.

The space seemed to be tilted, and the tangible and textureless black lines spread in all directions.

At the same time, there seemed to be a huge aura of dead silence brewing in the mausoleum below.

The ink mist in all directions surged frantically like a cat smelling fish.

After breathing, that breath reached the foundation from the cultivation of qi.

After a shock, he jumped directly over Jindan and climbed to Yuanying.

The humanoid aura in the air seemed to frown slightly, and he took a few steps backwards.

Immediately, the mausoleum rumbled like the grinding sound of cracking the earth.

Suddenly, a huge majesty filled the entire space.

In an instant, he went from the primordial infant to the half-step spirit god realm.

Then, under the squint of the figure outside, there was a click of armor.

Then the sonorous, sneering, and the sound of the surrounding ink fog piercing the eardrums.

The man frowned slightly, and then regained his composure.

After a burst of spiritual mist rolled, a tall figure stood upright.

Measuring nine feet tall, it resembles a small giant.

The mighty and majestic majesty instantly retracted and turned invisible.

But looking at the aura that was finally revealed, it was already infinitely close to the existence of the 'near god'.

Then he glanced at the butcher and said lightly, "Let's go."

The butcher bowed slightly, and the two of them stepped forward in unison and disappeared in place.

Outside the space, the Yuan Turtle seemed to feel something, and immediately crawled on the ground without hesitation.

His mouth was almost hoarse, and he shouted, "Little Turtle meets the two gods!"

"I wish the gods immeasurable longevity, endless immortal paths, and immortality!"

It hadn't spoken for hundreds of years, and its voice seemed to be hoarse, jerky, and dull.

But that didn't stop him from the endless loyalty and admiration in his voice.

As soon as the words fell, after a burst of spatial ripples, two huge breaths descended instantly.

The tall man at the head glanced at Yuan Gui and shook it lightly.

A little aura fell on Yuan Gui.

Yuan Gui's whole body stiffened, and his nervous heart trembled for a moment, and then showed a look of ecstasy.

He looked up to the sky and roared and shouted: "Little turtle knocks on the rewards of the predecessors, may the predecessors live a long life, the immortal road is prosperous, and the holy road is accessible!"

The two beings who were almost at the peak of the demigods no longer paid attention to him, and immediately after a ripple, they appeared above the West Underworld.

In an instant, there seemed to be a riot of thunder in the sky.

The tall figure snorted coldly, glancing upward.

The thunder cloud above suddenly froze, and then dispersed as if nothing had happened.

Nothing happened, and it didn't see anything.

At this time, they suddenly raised their heads and looked at the Eastern Wilderness.

The butcher said quietly: "Look at the breath of the others, the one who is about to finish seems to be from the demon cave." ”

The tall figure looked ahead expressionlessly, "It's coming."

The butcher's expression froze, and he suddenly grinned, "Bibi?"

The tall figure sneered.

Immediately, the two hid almost at the same time and fled inexplicably.

What are they going to compare?

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At the same time, above the height of the Golden Immortal Kingdom, Sima Yuan raised his head.

I saw that a big palm suddenly pressed down in the air above my head.

His face changed drastically, and his figure quickly retreated without hesitation.

At this time, he was able to break free from the confinement of the existence of the demonic path.

The mana in the body still has the meaning of stagnation and jerky.

There was a momentary delay.

But at this moment, Sima Yuan was completely imprisoned and could not escape.

Behind him, Qin Mao's face changed greatly, and Jizang sighed lightly.

The two seemed to falter.

Only Huangfu was ruthless, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes, as if he had been touched against the scales.

Thousands of sword lights burst out on his body, turning into a burst of dazzling eyeballs.

When Jizo whispered 'Sword God Escape', Huangfu ruthlessly and suddenly escaped into the void.

When it reappeared, it was beside Sima Yuan.

Sima Yuan's expression was stunned, and then his color changed, and he was about to push Huangfu away ruthlessly.

But seeing that he indifferently clamped Sima Yuan, lightly

Give it a nudge.

There was a click.

The invisible confinement on Sima Yuan's body was shattered in an instant.

At the same time, its form was pushed out of the giant palm.

A jerky, hesitant and unfamiliar gentle voice sounded in his ears: "Don't hate your mother."

A hundred zhang away, Sima Yuan's figure stood still, his face stunned.

Then there was a boom.

Everything ahead of them was reduced to nothingness.

There is no more ruthless figure of the emperor.

There was a cold snort of dissatisfaction in the distance, and he was about to kill again.

Sima Yuan turned a deaf ear and was stunned.

How familiar and similar the scene was.

It was like yesterday.

It's exactly the same as what Aunt Su said and did.

It's exactly the same, it's all for him!

Jizo and Helian swept to their sides, their faces extremely embarrassed, and even a little shocked.

Jizo roared, "Hurry up!"

The powerful being in the distance is a 'near god' existence!

How can there ever be so many 'near gods' in the human world?

They must be from the upper realm!

At this time, Jizo was about to take Sima Yuan away, but suddenly frowned.

Because I can't move.

Sima Yuan didn't look at the mysterious and powerful existence from afar, and turned his head to look directly at Helian Wuya, "Who is he?"

He, naturally, is the emperor ruthless.

Helian Wuya's face stiffened slightly, and he looked at the powerful aura that was less than ten thousand miles, and there seemed to be anxiety in his eyes.

He roared in a low voice: "Sima Xiaoyou, this is not a place to talk, you and I should leave as soon as possible, leave quickly!"

Sima Yuan pursed his lips and said nothing, looking directly at Helian Wuya, not moving at all.

In the east, from the direction of the Central Wuji Country, a huge aura roared eight thousand zhang away.

Before the people arrived, a loud voice came: "What, you want to escape......?" ”

Suddenly, Sima Yuan Huo Ran turned his head and shouted fiercely:

"Shut up !!"

The sound is like a rumble, rolling away.

The man's voice was muffled in an instant.

At this moment, Sima Yuan's voice seemed to be filled with endless heavenly might.

Panic and surging sound.

The man seemed to be stunned, I don't know if it was because of amazement, shock, or horror, or all three.

Gain, Sima Yuan at this moment, after the words fell, there seemed to be a heavenly punishment breath leaking.

At this moment, it seems that Sima Yuan is the son of this world!

When Sima Yuan turned his head to look at Helian Wuyan, his eyes seemed to be full of blood.

A look of madness, hideousness, and destruction grew in his eyes.

Helian Wuya's heart was shocked, and when Jizo frowned again and again on the side, he was silent for a while, and then said slowly:

"Huangfu Daoyou is of noble birth, and he is a descendant of the Upper Realm Fuli Immortal Mountain!!"

Sima Yuan's heart was shocked, and then he asked anxiously again: "What else, what does he have to do with my mother, why did he come here?"

At this time, above Sima Yuan's head, an old man's figure with immortal wind bones emerged.

Its breath is hazy, it seems to be a half-step spirit realm, it seems to be a 'near god' existence, and it is more like a heaven-defying existence that is enough to trigger heavenly punishment.

The breath fluctuates, high and low, as if it were an illusory existence.

His gaze was calm, but his eyes were cloudy and deep, like an infinite starry sky, vast and profound.

He looked at Sima Yuan, who seemed to be being caught below, and a flash of heat and relief finally flashed in his eyes.

His eyes showed banter, sarcasm, and even indifference from the bottom of his eyes, like an ant.

Then gently reach out and grasp it downward.

The big hand seemed to roll down slowly, and it was about to fall on Sima Yuan's head in an instant.

The underground treasure below roared angrily, Helian Wuyan's eyes were stunned, and Qin Mao's eyes were even more resolute.

At this time, Sima Yuan raised his head and looked at the 'near god' in the sky, full of pity.

For some reason, the old man saw the look of pity in Sima Yuan's eyes, and a trace of anger rose in vain.

The force in his hand immediately increased, and the falling speed was accelerated by three points.

Sima Yuan still didn't move, and even a strong look of sarcasm appeared in his eyes.

The eyes of the three people on the side finally showed a look of madness and horror.

Suddenly, two ripples suddenly appeared around Sima Yuan.

A butcher dressed as a butcher, looked at the big hand that was pressed down, rolled his eyes, and sneered.

A tall person, as majestic as a mountain, is a pillar of the sky.

He stood with his hands in his hands, slowly raised his head, and looked at the old man above.

At this glance, the big hand collapsed for no reason, and the old man suddenly vomited blood and flew upside down.

There was a terrible roar from his mouth: "It's you!!"