Despite the numerical advantage, the heart of the family is hanging high. Bu Qianhuai, it's not easy.

"Ladies and gentlemen, hand over the mastery of your family, or you may be able to live a lifetime. ”

The Taishang on the field did not speak, but secretly lucked himself and prepared for the next wave of offensives.

The Mo family's Taishang originally had a very low sense of existence, but now he is in front of everyone.

"Don't stay any longer, this first trump card against Bu Qianhuai, the Ling family lost, and the second one, my Mo family came. ”

Bu Qianhuai didn't sneer, because the Ling family's Taishang's fatal blow just now did have the ability to seriously injure himself, if he hadn't cheated himself, he would have really been injured if he used illusion to get out in Liuyuntian's absence.

"Mojia? It's a pity, I didn't see a trace of literati elegance in you, an old man, and I only saw a reckless man who could only move his fists. "This Mo family is too high, but it is rare, not famous for his own family's unique learning, and even the main cultivation is the horizontal practice of water mill.

The Mo family Taishang was really like a reckless man, rampage, and even ignored the previous step Qianhuai's might, and rushed straight up. And the surrounding Taishang did not dissuade him, and he gave in even more vigilance.

But vigilance is vigilance, and he still doesn't stop, but he just leaves three points of strength in his hand to deal with possible things.

With a punch, Bu Qianhuai did not hide or hide, his right hand rose together, holding the flying fist. The true element in the body is ready to go, waiting for any unexpected situation.

But it was a few Taishang behind him who rose up, Feng Changge saw this, and did not show weakness, with one enemy of six, and Gong Wuhou aimed at the seriously injured Liu family Taishang.

"Hold back the deity and defeat the other two?

"Of course I'm not qualified, but with my Mo family, it's enough!" During the words, the Mo family's eyes were bleeding and lifeless, like a demonic corpse.

Bu Qianhuai held his breath and concentrated, and suddenly felt that the surrounding environment was like ink splashing on paper, and it gradually distorted and disappeared, leaving only a dazzling white.

Not only did the figures around him disappear without a trace, but even his fist was grabbed by Bu Qianhuai, and the stalemate Mo family Taishang turned into nothingness like the surrounding scenery and things.

Retracting his palm, Bu Qianhuai looked cautiously at the Quartet, because his dreamlike illusion actually failed. No, or rather, rather, it was a dream, but it didn't find any flaws here, as if it were real.

"Impossible, how can illusion be so powerful, how can illusion not be confused by things, impossible!"

"Of course not. ”

A voice broke the light and silence of the world.

I saw a young man in a black and white coat walk out, and he walked out of a ray of light so abruptly.

"Although illusion in this world is not mainstream, it is as many as the stars. The martial arts that Hou Ye has learned, it is true that it is the best in the realm of disillusionment, the most illusionary in the world, holding thousands of methods, and breaking thousands of obstacles. So there is no illusion that can trap Hou Ye. ”

Bu Qianhuai tilted his head and looked at the elegant and crepe-clad man. I saw a brush on my waist again.

"The Mo family?"

"Yes. ”

"Fresh faces that I've never met. ”

The young man smiled: "Naturally, of course Master Hou can't see me." ”

"Then there is no need to say anything...... Die!" blurted out the word death, the cold air galloped on his horse, and a cold current swept directly towards the young man.

The man was like a scribe, he didn't hide, he didn't dodge, he didn't dodge, he was surrounded by the cold.

Bu Qianhuai's eyes widened at this moment, because the person who was supposed to turn into an ice sculpture was unharmed.

"Your Excellency?" his right hand turned into a purple blade to cut the autumn wind, and clenched it in his hand: "Ding Xiantian?" As far as the deity knows, the family, except for the so-called Liuyun Tian of the Liu family's cloud generation, does not seem to have a top innate existence in the world. ”

The man didn't fight back, but quietly answered Bu Qianhuai's question: "Yes." Liuyuntian, it should be more than 700 years ago, the top of the innate thousands of years, some go out to stand at the door, and some return home with peace of mind, which is not a conflict. Don't talk about Master Hou, even many juniors in my family will forget the deeds of their predecessors. ”

His eyes turned, as if he hadn't sorted out the relationship: "When Liu Yuntian blew up his identity at that time, in addition to the high-level of the Liu family, even the Taishang of those families were very surprised, you are a member of the Mo family, why do you know?"

I saw two chairs and a stone table in front of the young man: "Master Hou has a lot of questions, let me tell you one by one in the next one." However, if the doubts are solved in this way, it seems that the Mo family is weak. The right hand greeted him: "Please." ”

Bu Qianhuai was not afraid, the purple blade in his right hand directly dissipated into the air, took a few steps forward, shook his big hat, and sat down directly. Then the man sat down.

"Who are you?"

The young man smiled, as if he was reminiscing: "The head of the Mo family, the prodigal son." ”

This answer did not give in to Qianhuai's satisfaction, but the question was even more aggravated, because the current head of the Mo family was named Mo Poyun. And this Mo Poyun doesn't seem to have any words or numbers.

"What you say is not true, it will make this question and answer unhappy!" "Zhenyuan swayed, but there was no wind around, but there was a burst of coercion.

The young man brought a pot of tea from nowhere, and made it himself. Bu Qianhuai stared at the man closely, because he didn't feel any fluctuations in the true essence and true qi, as if as soon as he took it, the teapot should exist.

"The real name of the Mo family, I have long forgotten it, and later entered the Tao, and the world called me a 'brush into a dream' of the prodigal son. ”

Bu Qianhuai was a little weak-hearted, because he heard the three words of entering the Dao, Confucianism and Taoism are the real abyssal land, and he has not yet reached such an arrogant point.

"Your Excellency's Daomen?"

Seeing through Bu Qianhuai's thoughts, the young man smiled: "Master Hou seems to be very jealous of the sect. But don't worry, Daomen, quiet and inactive, I am just a scattered cultivator, and I have no background. ”

"The name of the world has never been heard of. ”

"Master Hou is now in Daqian, and if you look through the information when Daqian was first established, you may be able to find out what I said. ”

"Isn't it true that you can only live for a thousand years?" What I thought in my heart was that my face was completely light, but my tongue unconsciously licked my thirsty lips: "Your Excellency, how long have you lived?"

Cang Langzi's whole clothes: "In the seventh generation of the Xia Mo family, the 'brush into a dream' Cang Langzi." ”

"Now the family doesn't know except Guan Long, the largest family head should be the Han family that has been wiped out by me, more than forty people, and the least Taibai Li family and Taiqing Su family also have more than twenty generations. The Seventh Generation?......

is looking at the prodigal son: "What era are you? are you still alive?"

A wry smile: "Alive?" With a wave of his right hand, the bright white world was like a canvas, reflecting a variety of different scenery and things: "In other people's dreams, is it considered alive?"

"Dream?" At this moment, Bu Qianhuai was alert, and the title of the world for him was a paintbrush, and he fell into a dream! Bu Qianhuai looked up and looked around, and the pictures were absurd, some were strange, some seemed to be reality, and some seemed to be false.

"It turned out to be a dream. ”

Although I haven't seen it, but the edification of the big bad environment in my previous life, I even accepted such a nonsensical thing as crossing, and this martial arts in my dream is not much surprising.

"It's no wonder that under the dreamlike launch, there is no gap. This is not an illusion, nor is it an illusion. ”

Scanning the dream in front of him, he asked, "When will Your Excellency let the deity out?"

"Master Hou is not curious, why am I living in a dream?"

"Curious, but more clear, this is a means of trapping the deity. ”

The table dissipated like ink, and the prodigal son got up, holding a brush, which was by no means the judge's pen used by the rivers and lakes, but the brush most commonly used by literati and ink writers for writing.

"Master Hou is not afraid of dying here?"

Bu Qianhuai didn't get up, just sat like that: "It's a little sad to live in someone else's dream." And the sad person can't kill the deity. ”