"Receive?"

The white horse Ah Wei looked up at the black hole but extremely narrow spout, and heard Su Mansheng's solemn low drink, and suddenly felt ridiculous in his heart.

This person is obviously a rare supernatural realm powerhouse in Zhou Tian, and his words and deeds are considerable, but he is completely different from the top martial artists in the rivers and lakes and the army, and he has no bearing of a top monk and a great grandmaster, but he has a bit of the prodigal naughty heart of the world, and it is no wonder that he is called Su Xianren.

It's just that this Su Immortal is really out of tune when he speaks and acts, and Ah Wei hasn't had time to distinguish whether this person is an enemy or a friend, and suddenly feels an invisible force attacking from heaven and earth, firmly grabbing its body, and pulling and lifting towards the mouth of the pot, and the mouth of the pot is getting bigger and bigger in its eyes, as if covering the entire sky.

Other than that, there was nothing unusual, and even the dust under Ah Wei's feet was not blown in the slightest.

The magic method is so weird that it is really unheard of.

Ah Wei no longer concealed his wildness and hostility, and suddenly let out a fierce and unyielding long hiss, covering his body with a pair of pitch-black armor, half a bright and dazzling blood begonia appeared on his forehead, and a pair of eyes lit up like rubies, glowing with a cold and cold light.

From the neck to the armor on its back, there was an equally pitch-black and almost unrecognizable dragon writhing violently, this black Jiao's strength was amazing, and it stirred the aura within a radius of Ah Wei, forming a chaotic and dangerous turbulent whirlpool.

At this time, Ah Wei's cultivation realm was no longer hidden, allowing the other party to have an unobstructed view.

Su Mansheng's pupils shrank, and a look of horror flashed in his eyes, but he still smiled and said: "I almost lost my eyes, but you are still half a step of inspiration? ”

Ah Wei snorted coldly: "Why does Jiaolong have to be superior, Ma Ye doesn't believe in this evil!"

"Ambitious!"

Su Mansheng laughed when he heard this, his eyes were bright, and he suddenly waved the sleeves of his robe slightly, although he didn't see any momentum, the white horse below suddenly screamed, except for the blood begonia on his forehead, it was still bright, the armor on his body was shattered, and the black Jiao that stirred the whirlpool of spiritual energy was also hidden.

The blue donkey raised its head slightly, looking at the unruly demon horse that was no longer able to resist, its body became smaller and smaller, and it was swallowed up by the unfathomable spout.

It lowered its eyes and asked casually: "I haven't seen the master have the leisure to slay demons and eliminate demons before?" What did you say about sending it to meet someone, what kind of person is that person in the pot, can he really show up for a mere demon horse?"

"There are some old things you don't know, just a long way to see this white horse swallowing dragon veins and earth qi, and smell the smell of the Yinshan grottoes, just think it is the back hand of the corpse that Ling Yinghou laid before his death, or the old cow nose in Yinshan who didn't recognize his six relatives in order to prevent the big apprentice from backing up, deliberately took the opportunity to bet on both ends. ”

Su Mansheng glanced at the little blue donkey and muttered, "Although choosing a white horse is really a bit confusing, it is just a trivial matter. Master, I made up my mind temporarily, thinking that I would take this horse demon back and check it carefully, as for the one in the pot or not, it was just a joke. ”

As he spoke, the expression on his face became subtle: "It's just that half of the blood begonia suddenly appeared, it really scared the master, I was a big jump, this thing is very involved, and it is the one from Wanliuzhuang who personally took action." If this is the case, there was a lot of movement in the north a few days ago, and this matter must have fallen into the eyes of the god, we want to pretend that we don't see it, it is really difficult to ride a tiger, and we can only hope that this person in the pot can make a decision. ”

Hearing the three words "Wanliuzhuang", the blue donkey immediately showed a look of horror, and said worriedly: "But this person in the pot has always been directed at the hearts of the people, different from the vulgar stream, if he turns a blind eye to it, then this white horse is closed or released?

Su Mansheng shook his head and said: "It's just fate, when the gods fight, it's not a mortal who suffers, master, I am a little janitor, but I can't do it." ”

As if there was some taboo, Su Mansheng pinched the words, raised his hand to gently cover the lid of the pot, picked up the colorful wine pot and looked at it carefully, and read softly: "The time in the pot is not about the sun and the moon, the lovesickness is long, and the sleeping stool is short." ”

The world-famous Jianghu Sanxian shook his head: "The artistic conception of these sixteen words is really average, you say, what kind of Laoshzi is engraved on the mountains and rivers that are as famous as the Sun and Moon Pot in the ancient records, but they have never been found?"

He rode away on a little blue donkey, and soon disappeared into the moonlit shadows.

Ah Wei, who was put into the Sun and Moon Pot, didn't see this scene, its eyes were dark at first, and then there was light again.

Ah Wei hurriedly opened his eyes and found that he was in a misty white mist, not seeing the heavens, the earth, the sun and the moon, not distinguishing between east and west, north and south, and there was not the slightest sound around. Although the foothold was solid, it was impossible to feel or even tell whether it was dirt or masonry.

The mist seemed to have a spirit, and after Ah Wei suddenly appeared, it began to flow rapidly, during which countless shapes were conjured, including swords, clocks, towers and other utensils, as well as dragons, snakes, tigers and leopards.

Ah Wei didn't dare to be careless, it could enter the realm of inspiration at any time, its spiritual sense was extraordinary, and it could naturally feel the malice and evil aura hidden in those strange mist shapes, and even countless terrible or terrifying roars and cries poured into its ears.

It snorted in annoyance, and the pitch-black armor fused with the aura of the dragon veins resurfaced on its surface, separating the white mist that had entwined with it from the noise.

Who knew that this time it was like piercing a hornet's nest, and the white mist immediately became ten times furious, turning up an overwhelming wave, surging and squeezing with all kinds of visions, splitting the head and covering the face and washing down towards the white horse.

As if it had been provoked by an intolerable provocation, the dragon vein aura in Ah Wei Gang's armor continued to separate on its own, converging into a black Jiao with distinct scales and armor, stretching its body in mid-air, unceremoniously turning over the river and the sea, dispersing and forcing back the approaching white fog waves.

A large fish that was a foot long and the fog was condensed suddenly jumped out of the fog and slammed into the white horse from the side. Before he could succeed, the big fish of the mist had been held down by the two claws of the black jiao, and it was torn in half with a stinging sound.

Something mysterious and invisible was escaping from the body of the big fish, and the fog around the white horse and the black Jiao instantly quieted down, and all the mist forms that seemed to have wisdom suddenly became tame, and the strange sound of ear filling also stopped.

At this moment, instead of feeling relieved, Ah Wei's hair stood on end, giving birth to a great tremor and fear, and it clearly felt that some behemoth had been awakened and was focusing on it.