"Meet the Holy Master. ”

King Yueyang came to worship, and the shadow did not reply immediately.

He slowly stepped over a hundred zhang and came to the front of King Yueyang, looked at him deeply for some reason, and then pulled up the long sleeves of his heavy black linen brocade robe and gently fanned it towards the void!

"Sha..."

The breeze is back.

Beginning in the sleeve and scraping into the void...

The wind was very light, and the thousands of Pure Yang Dao people who were suspended in the air and fixed dozens of zhang away were blown by this insignificant, light wind like a feather, blowing all over again, dispersing the formation, and silently blowing hundreds of zhang away in the sky.

"Last night, I went to heaven. ”

The voice is gloomy, lifeless, and you can't hear emotions.

King Yue Yang put away his saluting hands, lightly placed them on the sides of his waist, and asked in a deep voice, "Do you have an answer?"

"Yes. ”

Shen Shen said the word, the shadow raised his sleeves and pulled them in the middle of his abdomen, and asked rhetorically, "But do you believe it?"

Without waiting for King Yueyang to answer whether he believed it or not, the shadow took another step, turned his back to King Yueyang, and looked southeast.

Straight to the southeast, a hundred zhang away, is Xia Yuan and the twelve killers of the Soul Chasing Tower, who are still in the sky. Having lost their aura and beast shadow possession, the thirteen people were particularly comical at this time. Especially Xia Yuan, his eyes were staggered, and his iron fist poked down, like a gorilla jumping up.

"Buzz!"

"Da Da Da..."

The shadow shook slightly, holding his right hand in the middle of his abdomen.

A wisp of breath fluctuations that could only be felt by his mind could not be seen with the naked eye, and then leaked out of his sleeve and spread straight away.

The aura was still weak, but it seemed to be like a flame in this icy and snowy land, which could dissipate the frost and slowly float towards Xia Yuan and the others. Immediately after a trembling "hum", a faint breath fell on Xia Yuan and the twelve Soul Chaser Killers, dissolving. Like a fallen leaf entering water, a thin ripple gently rippled in the void air, and the ice melted away in an instant! The confinement on Xia Yuan's body also dissipated almost at the same time. Everyone's bodies fell heavily from the air to the surface of the river.

A heavy fall, like waking up from a dream.

The thirteen people who didn't know what was going on were obviously stunned for a moment. But they were only stunned for a moment, and after a moment of stunnedness, they instantly understood what the situation in front of them was. The twelve killers of the Soul Chasing Tower stood up first, facing in the direction of the shadow, clasped their hands into fists, knelt down on one knee, and shouted in unison, "Meet the Holy Lord!"

"Hmm. ”

The shadow nodded in response, but he didn't mean to get up. He faced Xia Yuan and didn't move. Even though his facial features were shrouded in black mist, it was not difficult to feel that his gaze was stinging with a hint of scrutiny.

Xia Yuan, very embarrassed...

The awkward thing is the situation.

From the moment he was released from his confinement and fell from the sky, he knew the reason for this situation. It's just that now that a hundred miles are frozen, the heavens and the earth are dead and silent, and those who can move freely, whether it is the King of Yueyang in front of him or the twelve dead Xiao on the left and right, are all his opponents. Coupled with the pressure of a heaven and earth saint, this made him lose a lot of arrogance on weekdays.

"This guy is here..."

As if expected, Xia Yuan muttered to himself and underestimated a sentence that did not have an end, and then cautiously clenched his fists, respectfully cushioned the shadow, and bowed: "Junior, I have seen Uncle Shi." ”

"How long have we not seen each other?"

The words are still gloomy and dead, but it is not difficult to hear a hint of popularity in the words. This also made Xia Yuan, who was cautious, relax a little, and he hugged his fists and replied: "The last time we met, it was the autumn of the twenty-first year of Yuanqi, and Yuan traveled to Xichuan Bishan with the patriarch and all his uncles, and it has been more than forty-two years. ”

"Well, the memory is not bad. ”

The shadow didn't know whether to praise it or not, and then asked, "Since I haven't seen him for many years, why does the master and nephew greet the old man with such a big gift today?"

"Uh..."

Before the saint, Xia Yuan didn't dare to make a mistake.

He secretly glanced at the Pure Yang Dao people who were blown to pieces in the sky, and then looked at the Twelve Dead Xiao who knelt on one knee beside him, and seemed to have made up his mind, he was a little ruffian, and said with a fist: "Uncle Shi, you are wrong to blame Xia Yuan." As he spoke, he raised a finger and pointed at the Pure Yang Daoist who was hanging high in the air: "Li Chang'an killed more than a dozen of the same sects of this group of divine sticks, they want revenge, but it has nothing to do with me." And Zhou Yuanshan is my old friend, your subordinates almost took his life by bullying him more, so it is reasonable, how can I have to save him? My village chief often says, this person has to be reasonable, this gift is not given by me. ”

"Heh..."

After Xia Yuan finished speaking, King Yue Yang laughed twice behind the shadow, raised his eyebrows, and said coldly: "Xia Yuan, there are no outsiders here, what's the point of your ability to speak?"

"Hit the street, shut up. Xia Yuan also spit on him, and glared at King Yueyang angrily: "Don't think that having some soldiers is great. I talk to Uncle Soulless, what do you have to do with you?"

"Sha..."

King Yue Yang was slightly angry, took a step, and was about to speak. The shadow slowly stretched out a hand and blocked in front of King Yueyang, signaling to stop talking. Then he took over the words and said gloomily: "Senior nephew, Chang An is right, why should you hide that there are no outsiders here? This is not Lao Yin's hospitality. ”

Ginger is indeed still old and spicy.

There is no deep meaning in this statement. The clear intention is to accuse Xia Yuan of false words and prevarication, but the implicit intention is to say that what Xia Yuan is doing today is instructed by the great strategist who lives in Beimang, so if you have something to say, just say it.

Xia Yuan is not stupid, he understands such a simple meaning as soon as he hears it. Since the other party is straight to the point, it is superfluous for him to twist. But, to be honest, Xia Yuan was actually not afraid of the saint in front of him. There are many reasons for this, but one of the most important is that there is a sage oath pressed in the Kyoto Imperial Palace's imperial study. As long as the saint's heavenly punishment is still there, the saint in front of him categorically does not dare to do anything to him, this is his greatest reliance.

"Uncle Shi, what you say is reasonable. ”

"If you have something to say, just say it. Shadow said.

Salute first and then soldiers, and after the salute, they will arrive at the soldiers. Xia Yuan grinned, clenched his fists, plucked up his courage and said, "Since Uncle Shi is reasonable, then you should know that if Yuan didn't have today's gift, you wouldn't show up to meet me at all." I don't see my uncle, how can I know that my nephew has been peeping at my village chief's chess game for a long time? ”

"Yes. ”

The black fog was shrouded, and no emotion could be seen. The shadow nodded in agreement and said, "You're telling the truth, but peeping isn't counting, it's just a few glances." I am not surprised that the third senior brother has such a far-sighted plan. It's just..."The shadow whispered slightly, "How does he know that it must be me who is here today?"

"No one knew you were coming. ”

Xia Yuan let go of his fists and spread his hands: "My nephew said that someone will definitely come today." However, no one would have imagined that it would be you. ”

"Oh ?"

Shadow Road. "So, I'm in the net. ”

Xia Yuan smiled noncommittally: "Maybe it's due to chance." ”

"Where's the chance?" asked Shadow.

Xia Yuan gradually put away his smile, and looked directly at the shadow with his eyes, which was quite rude. It felt as if he wanted to see through the emotions and expressions behind the black mist. After all, it's too tiring to talk to someone who can't see his facial features and can't hear his tone...

After looking at it for a long time, Xia Yuan spoke again and said lightly: "Before Yuan went south, the village chief explained that if he had the opportunity to meet Uncle Soulless, he would give you a little bit of a word and send you a chance. Now, it's just the right time, so the opportunity has come. ”

Say. The shadow spat out a word in response.

Xia Yuan looked at it carefully for a while. Maybe I can't see through it and can't guess what the shadow is thinking. So, this time he only looked at it twice. Retracting his speculative gaze, he clenched his fists and raised them high into the sky, and then said: "The village chief said that the eternal killing situation is only one day. Victory, and heaven and earth forever. Defeated, subject to the reincarnation of a hundred generations. Uncle Soulless, you have lived alone in the Soul Chasing Building for many years, and you have not asked about the world for a long time, and the general trend of the world has already changed, are you sure that Li Changan's bargaining chips are enough?"

“......”

Xia Yuan once again pointed the finger at King Yueyang behind the shadow. And this time, King Yue Yang didn't make any expressions or explanations, just like Xia Yuan, he was just waiting for the shadow's answer.

"Then your chips, are they enough?" Although the shadow did not directly answer Xia Yuan's question, his rhetorical words vaguely reflected his affirmation of King Yueyang.

Xia Yuan understood, and replied word by word: "Beimang, hoard tens of millions of lions." Yueyang, the world's pen and ink. Kyoto, the sea of gold. West Mountain, Lying Xuanwu Turtle. River valley, eight thousand hermits. Three Rivers, Hummer Endless. Heroes of the rivers and lakes, death can also be life. The important ministers of the court, thinking of the old grace. You say, that's enough chips?"

"Not enough. ”

Without even thinking about it, Shadow bluntly denied it. Then, he added, "There's still something missing. ”

Xia Yuan frowned instantly, he seemed to guess what the shadow was talking about, but he still pretended not to know and asked, "What is it?"

"You know that. ”

"Please make it clear to Uncle Shi. ”

"True dragon blood. ”

“......”

Xia Yuan's eyebrows suddenly tightened to the extreme. What the shadow thought in his heart, he might have guessed the clue. It's just that he never thought that the bargaining chips he originally used to coerce King Yueyang were now used by the shadow to endanger him. Or perhaps, he had thought of it, but at this point he had to pretend not to.

The shadow then asked, "Where is he now?"

Xia Yuan pretended to think about it, and seemed to glance at King Yueyang meaningfully, and King Yueyang's reaction at this time was also quite subtle. Not happy, not arrogant, calm as a mountain, and at the same time with a faint smile, looking at Xia Yuan.

"Uncle Shi, you don't need to know. ”

After thinking for a while, Xia Yuan chose to avoid this question: "You just need to know that the one standing behind you now is not a real dragon. Since he is not a true dragon, he has no real dragon power, and the emperor is above, and it will never be his turn to speak. ”

"Xia Yuan..."

King Yueyang, who was staring at Xia Yuan, took a step forward and walked to a position almost parallel to the shadow: "Reverse plan, Xiao Dao'er, why do you bother to show off? The real dragon travels for nine days to catch the sun and the moon, and the dragon waits for the wind and rain. With the changes of the world, the fortunes of the country rotate, whether it is true or false, no one can make a fixed number, and neither can you. ”

"Heh, quack. ”

With a disdainful smile, Xia Yuan seemed too lazy to pay attention to King Yueyang, turned his eyes to the shadow, turned his disdain into amusement, and said slowly: "Uncle Shi, what do you say?"

"There's nothing to say, seeing is believing. The shadow replied grimly.

"Heh..."

Another smile, playful and disdainful. Xia Yuan pretended to be helpless and spread his hands, raised his eyes to look at the sky, instantly changed his previous ruffian posture, and said with a grin: "Uncle Shi, you are talking to death, so how can we talk? You can see it when you should see it, and you don't know it when you shouldn't." No comment. ”

"No comment?"

"Yes. ”

"Not necessarily. ”

In the face of Xia Yuan, who was becoming more and more rude, the shadow's mood and tone had not changed, and he was still lifeless.

"I probably don't need your advice. ”

“......”

The shadow's answer made Xia Yuan's tense brows sink deep into the pimple, and an ominous premonition followed. But before he could open his mouth to speak, the shadow's gloomy voice came again: "Before coming here, the old man once went to Wentian and the fourth senior brother to reminisce about some old things, including the whereabouts of this wisp of true dragon blood. ”

As if the words were not finished, the shadow suddenly took a step and turned sideways, facing the north of Yingshui.

In the north, several miles of ice are frozen, as far as the eye can see, only the blue sky and white clouds are scorching. If you don't look closely, it is extremely difficult to find that on the north bank of the river embankment more than ten miles away, there are four small figures that are motionless.

"What did the Wise Master say?"

The shadow turned around at this moment, but Xia Yuan was calmed. The hair is upside down, and even the tone of his speech has become a little weird and ruthless, as long as he is a clear-eyed person, he can see Xia Yuan's weakness at a glance. It's just that in the weakness of his heart, the corners of his eyes can't hide a trace of success that no one notices.

The shadow didn't reply immediately, he faced Hebei, and his right hand in the middle of his abdomen shook slightly.

With a trembling sound of "Sha", a faint breath leaked out of the shadow sleeve, bathing the earth in a light breeze, and driving straight to the north bank of Yingshui...

"Whew~"

At a glance, more than ten miles, Yingshui River North, Yueyang Tower.

The wind is coming in the blink of an eye. The breath that fell with the wind rippled in the air. The warm sun is shining, the frost is melting, and the rhythm of the avenue between heaven and earth instantly returns to a small corner of this place.

"Da-da..."

"Huh?"

"Holy!?"

The imprisonment dissipated, like waking up from a dream.

Due to inertia, the four little people who came back to their senses immediately stumbled, and then they were shocked by the sight. Especially Xiahou, when he opened his eyes and looked at the vast world in all directions, he wiped his eyes again and again, and he couldn't believe the truth here.

"Ah Xun... Pander to... Seek, what's going on?"

"Uh..."

Although Xia Xun, Peony, and Mo Xian didn't know the situation, they were relatively calm, and there was not much panic between the visits.

"Look over there. The first to notice the clue was Mo Xian, who stretched out his hand and pointed to the heart of the Yingshui River.

"Oh my God!!!

The three of them then pointed to the distance, but they didn't look at themselves, and at a glance, Xiahou's fragile heart couldn't stand it even more!

"Fuck me, what's going on! Why are these old gods in the sky! Why doesn't the fucking river flow? Damn, it's still frozen! Fuck me, this..."

Shouting the heavens and shouting the earth, scolding one is the sky falling apart.

After scolding a few words, Xia Hou noticed the people above the heart of the river and the shadow. His head suddenly couldn't bend around again. Suppressing the shock in his heart, he stretched out his hand to point at the shadow from afar, turned around, and asked the three people behind him: "This... Who is this man?"

Xia Xun and Peony glanced at each other in unison, and from their clear eyes, it could be seen that they should have an answer to Xia Hou's question.

Peony retracted her gaze and swept over the world for several miles, and at the same time said quietly: "Thousands of miles of ice, all things are dead and silent, this is the result of someone imprisoning the space and time of this world. In the whole world, those who can master the supreme method of time and space at the same time. Peony turned her gaze back and looked at Xia Xun again, "There is only one person." ”

Xia Xun nodded knowingly, and then at the end of Peony's words, he added lightly: "Soul Chasing Mansion Master, Lu Wusoul." ”

After saying that, Xia Xun took up the peony's little hand, pulled up Mo Xian's sleeve with the other, and hurriedly took two steps to Xia Hou's side. Facing the shadow in the heart of the river, he let go of his hands, respectfully clasped his fists and bowed, and shouted loudly: "Jianggu Xia Clan's disciple - Xia Xun, meet the Holy Master!"

After Xia Xun finished shouting, the peony and Mo Xian on the left and right also clasped their fists and saluted, and shouted at the heart of the river one after another:

"Yue Yang asked the disciple of the Heavenly Pavilion, Lin Shaoyao, to meet his uncle. ”

"Disciple of Yueyang Seven Star Academy-Mo Xian, meet the Holy Master. ”

The three of them saluted one after another, but Xia Hou was still stunned. Xia Xun hurriedly stretched out his hand and pulled the corner of his clothes to remind: "Brother Hou, hurry up and salute..."

Xia Hou still hadn't woken up from the shock, and asked blankly, "This guy is the one you want to pit?"

"Tsk. Xia Xun suddenly lost his temper, and hurriedly reproached: "What time is it, you are still stunned! Salute quickly, otherwise the catastrophe is coming!"

"Oh. ”

Xia Hou clenched his fist heartlessly and bowed towards the heart of the river.

"What... Xia's son, Xiahou, meet the Holy Master. ”

“......”