"Xuebo, the spiritual power of the heaven and earth fluctuates, and the godson has a vision, so I implore Xuebo to solve my doubts. ”

Far away in the sky, white clouds.

A huge battleship soars above the blue sky.

High on the mast hangs a sail that resembles a bat's flesh membrane, and when it flutters, you can faintly see the steaming air flow tearing through time and space.

The bow of the ship, an old man and a young man, stood looking at each other.

The old fairy wind bones, the young childishness is still unfinished, and the two of them looked at the camel peak at the same time.

"I didn't expect that the person who felt the yin and yang of heaven and earth was you!"

The old man was very satisfied, took the child's hand, pointed to the looming statue behind Sanhezhuang and said, "Ben Yu, go with the teacher to meet the old friend." ”

The battleship was small at first, and its speed was slow.

Not really!

In a few breaths, the huge battleship had already covered the sky, scaring Han Tianhong, who wanted to secretly get rid of Wang Zimo, at a loss. In a moment, a man who was neither male nor female, neither yin nor yang walked out of the battleship.

The man wore a thick blue purple eyeshadow, as if the eyeshadow would fall when the eyelids were turned up. He twisted his body, swept past several people one by one, and when he saw Dai Xiaomo and Mo Hongyan, his heart was blazing, and he secretly said: There are ghost cultivators in this place!

His eyes were in everyone's eyes, and what he was thinking in his heart naturally couldn't hide from the ghost cultivator and the oldest Han Dudu.

The man's gaze wandered, and finally fixed on Han Dudu. Cocking his orchid fingers, he pulled the long hair of his sideburns behind his ears, and asked with a smile: "It's polite in Xiabu Yinyang, may I ask, the village in front is Sanhezhuang?"

For hundreds of years, Han Dudu has always been in retreat in his own sealed mirror, and he turned out that he was not from Sanhezhuang, so he looked at Wang Zimo lying on the ground.

The battleship covered the red sun, and Dai Xiaomo put away the oil-paper umbrella.

Although she is small, her movements are elegant and generous, her eyes are black and white, she glanced at Wang Zimo, with affection, and said with a foolish smile: "It is not an exaggeration to say that he is from Sanhezhuang." ”

"Yes, it just depends on whether you have the ability to make him speak!" Mo Hongyan picked thorns in her words, and she was very disgusted with this kind of person who is neither male nor female.

Finding that the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, Bu Yinyang was dumbfounded, swallowed a few times in embarrassment, and pointed at the prince and looked at Han Dudu, "But the junior of Dudu?"

"Lu!"

Han Dudu only said one word, but it made Bu Yinyang tremble, and his already white face was frightened without a trace of blood.

"Mrs. Lu!"

Bu Yinyang looked up at the battleship in the air, and there was an old man over eighty years old standing at the bow of the ship, with white hair fluttering, his eyebrows raised, and he said majestically: "The Lu clan is treasonous, and this time I came to exterminate the Lu bandits, and there is no mercy for killing!"

"Kill!"

Sonorous and powerful, loud and powerful!

As soon as the words fell, I saw Mo Hongyan and red clothes spreading, wide sleeves flying, and nine bright red silks emerged from under the black cloak, and in the blink of an eye, Bu Yinyang was wrapped firmly.

"Young Master, quick, please protect the Dharma!"

Mo Hongyan glared at Han Dudu, her eyes full of warning. When the jade arm was raised, the countless red silk was instantly retracted, and in the blink of an eye, Bu Yinyang's face turned pale, and then sallow, as if he had been sucked dry of the essence blood of his body, and he opened his pale lips and looked up at the battleship.

"Oh, uh, uh......"

Bu Yinyang was as stiff as he was, his movements were slow and stiff, and he could only make a single uh-ah sound in his throat.

The shot was only in an instant, and no one expected Mo Hongyan to fight as soon as he said it. The killing words on the battleship had not yet dispersed, but in just a breath, Bu Yinyang lost his combat effectiveness.

The octogenarian glanced at Mo Hongyan, snorted coldly, stretched out his finger and hooked it, and then jumped off the battleship.

Dressed in golden armor, he fell to one knee and hid in the dust as he landed. When the dust cleared, the old man had already sent Bu Yinyang back to the battleship, and when he looked up, the afterimage disappeared, and he actually returned to the ground.

"General Zhenxi, it's reasonable!"

The old man clenched his fists, but saw Han Dudu hurriedly brushing his chest with one hand, and knelt on his knees, "Han Yun visited the Marquis of Weiguo, I don't know if it was the mentor who drove the expedition in person, and he missed the distance, I hope the mentor will forgive the sins!"

If the old man came in person as the Marquis of Weiguo, the governor of Han would not have to make this great gift. The two of them, one Han and one Tang, belong to the two countries. But this old man not only put on a military uniform, but also hung a jade from Kyushu around his waist.

Shenxing Kyushu is a nine-school jointly established by the Han and Tang dynasties in the Central Plains, and Li Zhen, the Marquis of Weiguo, is the first superintendent of the Shenxing School. Although his surname is Li, he is a powerful warrior under the command of King Han, dedicating his life to the Shenxing Academy, with no children but many disciples, and is highly respected in the entire Central Plains!

After Han Yun, the general of Zhenxi, was canonized by the Tang Dynasty, he studied in the Weiguo Marquis Mansion as a protégé for several years.

"I don't know if the Marquis of Wei Guo is coming, I will miss the welcome!"

Mrs. Lu did not arrive, and the voice arrived first.

"This place is barren and not like the Central Plains, only cold tea and thin wine treat each other, can we drink together today?" The voice was not loud, but it came into everyone's ears, as if the person who spoke was around, and it was really heard.

"It's wonderful!"

Marquis Wei didn't even look at Wang Zimo, and left with Han Dudu in an instant.

As soon as the two left, twenty young men suddenly jumped off the battleship, and Bu Yinyang, who was the leader, looked embarrassed, although he was a little ruddy, he couldn't hide his weak sickness.

Han Tianhong sneakily bypassed Mo Hongyan, hurriedly ran to Bu Yinyang, and without waiting for the other party to ask, he took the lead in introducing himself: "Senior Brother Bu, I am the descendant of Han Dudu, that kid just killed several people from my Han family, why don't you and I join forces to get rid of him!"

"Wagging tail dog!" snapped.

Bu Yinyang didn't take Han Tianhong in his eyes, he was a martial cultivator, how could he call Dao Xiu a brother and a brother, "Hmm!"

"Ghost cultivation steals people's spirits, and martial artists can be killed in an instant, but for our Dao cultivators, it is just a loss of vitality!

Bu Yinyang stretched out his very white and tender orchid fingers, pointed at Wang Zimo and said: "The remnants of the bandits, in the company of ghost cultivators, cultivating demon magic and pretending to be in the Yin and Yang Realm, in fact, the mana is not as good as the Six Gods Middle Realm, we don't need to take care of it, just eradicate the remnants, life or death don't matter!"

There is no shortage of poisonous insects and beasts in the miasma, although they are not as strong as those lord-level in Kunxu, but those who can survive under the aurora are not far behind.

On the contrary, when it comes to intelligence, the beasts in the miasma are the first!

The camel peak is located on the outskirts of the Black Forest, a hundred miles away from the miasma. For hundreds of years, Sanhezhuang has been hunting in spring and autumn, and the fierce beasts in the miasma seem to follow a certain agreement, and rarely cross the thunder pond to forage outside the miasma.

The northeasterly wind swirls and whimpers above the Black Forest.

Blowing away the migratory birds that are afraid of the cold, changing clothes for the lush woods, and playfully leading the scattered sun to hang high in the eastern sky. The red sun turned white, but the temperature of the earth became colder and colder. The only constant is the miasma of the ground, which lingers no matter how strong the wind is.

The strong smell of blood sneaked into the miasma along the route drawn by the northeast wind.

The taste of humanity, the record of Wang Zimo!

As if the smell was the code to unlock the agreement, the beasts in the miasma actually came out from under the protection of the god banyan, and avoided the strangulation of the aurora along the way, and gathered at the junction of the miasma and the Black Forest.

The cold wind was even worse.

Several golden-haired sawtooth tigers the size of calves and covered in black markings shook their ears, their black noses twitched slightly, they raised their heads and sniffed, and quietly sneaked into the black forest, staring at the more than 20 people who were surrounded in a semi-arc from a distance.

They are clever enough to know that this is a human battlefield, so they wait patiently, waiting to reap the benefits of the fisherman.

It's just that the man with the glowing body makes them fearful, and the dazzling blue-white light is very similar to the miasma aurora, as if it can tear through time and space at any time, and wrench them into pieces in the chaos.

Late autumn will be gone, and the midwinter will cool down.

Although the weather was cold, the prince was sweating profusely.

The closer you get to the dantianbi, the more you can hear the deafening roar, and the more you feel the pain of breaking in.

From afar, Wang Zimo felt that his dantian was like a sun about to go out, dark red cracks and squirming, and occasionally a few beams of blue and white light burst out.

In a few moments, the cracked dantianbi like a rock crust could not stop the hot lava, and a sieve-like hole appeared on it.

Once this hole appears, it quickly spreads.

Wang Zimo clearly realized that if the dantian was broken, this body would be far from being able to withstand the turbulence of energy.

He was like an ant, constantly running around a huge fireball.

While drawing the exposed blue and white light out of the body, he used the remaining yin and yang aura in his body to repair the broken dantianbi.

Even so, he was still clear about what was going on outside.

The leader Bu Yinyang is a typical pseudo-girl, more mouthful than the fat brother of Sanhezhuang. That orchid finger pinch, how disgusting and disgusting!

At first, the prince thought that their visit had nothing to do with him.

When Bu Yinyang pointed at himself and said what the remnants of the Lu clan were, he suddenly remembered the woman in black in Jincheng, who jumped like thunder, and her heart was full of unclean words, floating around like a barrage.

His surname is Wang, and his name is Wang Zimo.

There's no Lu word in it!

How did it become the remnant of the Lu family?

If it is two words with similar sounds, such as Wang or Wang, it will be fine, but the pronunciation that Wang and Lu's eight poles can't play is different, the initials are different, and the finals are even different, not to mention the tone.

And the word "Lu" came out of the mouth of the old horseman.

He had just set off a strong killing intent towards himself, as if he had killed his son and crushed his grandson to death, making him dead. It's just that this killing machine then dissipated into invisibility, and the dog couldn't spit out the ivory in his mouth, and said the word "Lu".

Is this to borrow a knife to kill someone?