"Daddy, do you know? Journey to the West, in the world where my father once stayed, really exists! Daddy not only swore brothers with Uncle St. Fer, but also fought with the Buddha!"

“......”

In the face of Luo Xiaoxian's rhetoric, what can Wu Zhao say?

But it seems that many monsters from the abyss of demons seem to respect her father, and they all say that her father is a powerful demon ancestor.

Even the Nine Great Demon Ancestors of the Demon Spirit Abyss couldn't do anything about him.

Otherwise, the void crack in the sky that used to be impossible to be so small all the time.

But to say that it is not bragging, fighting with the Buddha, and still living a good life, it seems a bit unreal! The monkey is so awesome, isn't it being played by the Buddha in the palm of his hand?

Later, my father also took Xianxian to Uncle Zhen Yuanzi, and Uncle Zhen Yuanzi also gave Xianxian a ginseng fruit to eat, which was delicious. ”

She smacked her mouth as she spoke, as if she was reminiscing about the delicacy at that time.

At the end, she said with some regret: "It's a pity that the ginseng fruit can't last for a long time, or the fairy will bring some over for my father to taste!"

Wu Zhao'hehe, if you really dare to bring it over, I guess your father will have to beat me to death!"

Later, Bao'er's sister-in-law also took Xianxian to play in heaven, and saw her father, who can be regarded as Xianxian's uncle Erlang Zhenjun...... Xianxian also saw little Nezha! He was really small! He liked Xianxian, he was about the same height as Xianxian, and he wanted Xianxian to call him uncle. If he hadn't gone to Grandpa Laojun to steal the golden pill for the immortal immortals, and also took the immortal immortals to the Tianhe, the immortal would ignore him!"

“......”

Wu Zhao continued to petrify.

What kind of life is this?

I really want to have this kind of life! It's enviable to think about!

Yang Erlang is your uncle, and her daughter is your sister-in-law?

Uh! Anyway, Yang Erlang has a daughter?

Wu Zhao asked the doubts in his heart, and then he realized that Yang Erlang did not divorce her wife, and gave birth to a daughter named Yang Baoer.

And her half-brother Cen Xiang married her cousin Yang Baoer and kissed her...... Well, it is indeed the inferior nature of feudal society!

"After swimming in the heavenly court, Bao'er's sister-in-law took the fairy fairy to the four seas, and the grandfather of the Dragon King of the Four Seas also gave the fairy a lot ......of beautiful treasures!

The White Lady did this, Wu Zhao could understand.

After all, the current Luo Xiaoxian is just a clone. And it is very likely that this doppelganger is the kind of 'meat bun beating the dog, and there is no return'.

It makes perfect sense not to let her bring those treasures into this world.

Moreover, some ornamental treasures are of little value when brought into this world.

Money, he is not short at all.

Qinglian Sect is not short of money now, when Qinglian Sect had no money, he went to the outside world, collected a lot of yellow and white things back, and then invested in a lot of old companies.

The annual dividends of those companies are enough for the expenses of the Qinglian Sect.

And, if they really want something ornamental, go outside and collect them, and they will find a lot of them. Yes, it was completely unnecessary for her to bring those things over.

chattering, chattering, Luo Xiaoxian said, Wu Zhao listened, and before he knew it, he entered the territory of the old tapir dreaming of the clouds.

Far away, Wu Zhao felt the breath of the old tapir.

The old fellow ran out to meet him.

"Sect Master, Miss Xianxian, don't come unharmed!"

When Wu Zhao flew forward with the black fish, the old tapir greeted him from afar.

It's a pity that he still looks like a white tapir, not an old man, otherwise, this sentence will be more charming.

Wu Zhao stood up, put his daughter Luo Xiaoxian on his neck, held the handle of the knife with his left hand, and pressed the green skin gourd with his right hand.

"Old dream, long time no see!It seems that my complexion has been good recently, and my cultivation has increased a lot!"

The cultivation of this old tapir has indeed increased a lot, and it is obviously a monster in the innate realm.

When the old tapir heard Wu Zhao's words, he couldn't help but secretly put a handful of old tears in his heart, if he hadn't been broken by those nuclear bombs and had to give up, now the old man would have been Jindan!

Those demon mist were of great help in purifying their bloodline.

It's only those monsters who are arrogant and don't take humans into account will be stupid enough to let themselves go and not take advantage of this opportunity.

When the opportunity is lost, they regret it.

It's a pity that it's already late.

Fortunately, that void crack controls the strength of the monsters, and those who can come over are some little demons with no status, and they are regarded as a kind of exile by many monsters.

If you let one or two genius demons from big sects or big families come over, and stay careful for a few more years, it is estimated that Wu Zhao's great enemy will be there.

Of course, such a genius probably doesn't need to come to such a small place to toss.

After all, in this world, those old monsters are beyond their reach, if something really happens, they can't manage it even if they want to, and they can't reach out their hands, so they can only let the younger generations fend for themselves.

This kind of risky thing, I believe that as long as the old demon with a normal brain will not choose.

"In front of the sect master, I don't dare to say how high or low my cultivation is, I'm ashamed!" the old tapir said humbly, and then said: "Sect Master, Miss Xianxian, please!"

Wu Zhao took his daughter, put away the black fish, walked against the wind, followed the old tapir, and asked: "Old Meng, let's talk ugly ahead, if the deal can't be negotiated for a while, you'd better retreat!"

The corners of the old tapir's lips twitched slightly, and he finally smiled: "The sect master said that he was joking, Mrs. Zhu and her friend Lord Nine Prisons are still very sincere. ”

"Can you tell me about these two alien friends?"

"Friend?" a voice interjected, sneering, "Didn't you humans say that all demons are aliens, not my race, and their hearts must be different, and they can all be killed?"

Wu Zhao looked up, and a young man wearing a black robe with a white and bloodless face slowly walked towards them, the robe on his body was hunting, and a momentum suddenly rose into the sky.

Wu Zhao glanced at the old tapir with some doubts, and the old tapir coughed lightly and said, "Lord Nine Prisons just wants to have a discussion with the sect master......

"There is no need to say it so tactfully, this king just wants to weigh your strength to see if you are qualified to sit in front of this king and discuss those so-called big things with this king. ”

Wu Zhao's right hand slowly pressed on the hilt of Ye Xue's knife, the corners of his lips raised slightly, and said, "It seems that although you know a little about our culture, it is not comprehensive. Not only are we not of our race, but their hearts are different. There are also 'good wine when friends come, and big sticks when jackals come'. Whether they are friends or foes only depends on how much kindness they have for each other. Since you want to learn about my strength, please take it!"

Ye Xue slowly pushed out the scabbard, and a powerful sword intent instantly spread, tearing the sky and the earth.