The other two have never seen each other, a man and a woman, both of whom look middle-aged, not as young as the bastards, but the antiquity and vicissitudes of their breath will obviously appear after the passage of time, and it can be seen that the other party is probably an old monster in the spirit world who does not know how long it has existed.

Where their eyes were, except for the chaotic Daozi, the other two all looked at Qingshuang's figure behind him, and only after a long time did they retract their gaze, and finally looked at Feng Qingyang.

When he looked at the wind Qingyang, his eyes showed indifference and disdain, but when he looked at Qingshuang's figure, his original face was shrinking imperceptibly.

Qingshuang's deity, ordinary people can't get a glimpse of it, even the Holy Emperor can't see his deity, Qingshuang can't see the cultivation, but inexplicably, there is always a kind of strength, so that these two old monsters who don't know how long they have existed, after the first glance, they left and saw the unusual and weird.

If the strangeness appeared on the monk, it might not surprise them, but now the place where the strangeness appeared was the disembodied Qingshuang will, not to mention, she herself was a hazy figure where the will gathered.

But it was noncommittal, in his eyes, it seemed that there was only Feng Qingyang, and indeed only Feng Qingyang, he just swept his eyes slightly from Qingshuang's body, so he didn't stay too long, and directly ignored it, in his opinion, except for Feng Qingyang, the rest of the people can be ignored, Feng Qingyang's identity and appearance, have almost left demons in his heart.

"If the two senior brothers help me kill the wind Qingyang, I can give you the two Supreme Dao Weapons in my hand. With a flip of his palm, the waves flowed, and a golden seal intertwined with the dark red bell.

The size of the thumb, exquisitely clear, can be said to be exquisite to the extreme, although the sparrow is small, but the five organs are complete, the seemingly ordinary magic weapon is actually the supreme Taoist weapon under the immortal weapon, one of the few existences in the spiritual world.

"Bastard, don't lie to me. The middle-aged man spoke, his tone was a little strange, but in the eyes of the mixed Daozi, this didn't seem to be anything strange, maybe because of the supreme Dao weapon, he subconsciously thought that the other party was slightly excited because he was about to have a magic weapon in his hands.

"I don't need the Supreme Dao weapon, and I can even help you kill Feng Qingyang, but I need something on you. Before the middle-aged man could continue to speak, the woman next to him interrupted the other party's words and spoke up.

The seemingly kind woman, after opening her mouth, she looked extremely sharp, with a bitter and mean meaning that was rich to the extreme, her eyes were sparkling, and a strange charm spread out inadvertently.

Feng Qingyang's expression was calm, and he didn't look at the three of them, but came directly to the Holy Emperor's side, and he didn't know what he said, and his plain appearance turned indifferent in an instant.

His demeanor made the middle-aged men and women who were not looking at him look displeased, and they all looked away from Qingshuang's figure, in their opinion, Feng Qingyang was just an ant that could pinch him to death at any time, and he could die as much as he wanted.

The middle-aged man didn't speak, but the slightly bewitching woman stepped forward with a snake waist, her delicate face was covered with redness, and the power of charm shrouded the wind in an instant.

Charming eyes like silk, can be described as sparkling glass, raised Qianqianyu's hand to caress Feng Qingyang's cheeks, spit out a soft breath, and said, "Little brother, do you know who my sister is?"

Giggling as he spoke, like a spring blossom, a corner of the original Bai Ruchan winged clothes was revealed in an instant, and from the perspective of the wind and the clear air, a large snow-white chest was revealed.

He had smoke in his heart, and secretly said a watery populace, but his face did not reveal the slightest, but went down the vine, hugged the other party's waist with his backhand, and smiled weirdly: "Although Feng doesn't know who his sister is, he knows what his sister is going to do to Feng next." ”

"Oh, really?" the middle-aged woman chuckled softly, glancing at the amorous white breeze, and her white fingertips gently poked at the breeze's chest.

"You are the wind of the Nine Heavenly Palace? I think that Mo Qianxiao was all over the world back then, and I also had a relationship with her, but that guy didn't like my sister and always went against me.

However, Qian Yanli left her sister ruthlessly, and now fortunately, she met Brother Feng...... It's not in vain that my sister went down to earth to go this way. The blurred eyes looked directly at Feng Qingyang, stretched out his hand, and suddenly there was infinite spring light, undulating chest, two gorgeous little white rabbits kept rising and falling, under this thin clothes, Feng Qingyang was almost a little worried, whether with her violent breathing, it was going to come out of the body.

"Ancient God Painting, what are you doing? Don't you forget our intention?" Seeing this woman flirting with Feng Qingyang, the face of the mixed Daozi sank, and he was suddenly full of displeasure, looking at the middle-aged man who was not pretentious on the side, he suddenly became angry in his heart.

"Your name is Gu Shen Painting?" Feng Qingyang's heart was shocked, his pupils shrank slightly, and he hugged the small waist of the woman in his arms and asked in surprise, could it be that this woman has anything to do with Gu Qianxun?

After thinking for a moment, he smiled and said: "It turns out that my sister is an ancient god painting, although the younger brother has never seen my sister, but I have also heard my sister's name in the Nine Heavenly Palace." But does my sister know a woman named Kochihiro?"

"Do you know Gu Chihiro?" This time, it was the turn of the middle-aged woman who was shocked, her pretty face was covered with frost, and her originally sparkling eyes turned into naked murder in an instant.

Although the two seem ambiguous at this time, the subtle relationship must only be known by Feng Qingyang himself, and the middle-aged man on the side is still silent, like a bystander, watching the play quietly.

And the Holy Emperor, like a clay statue, does not look at the wind that lingers together at this time, but frowns, the way of fighting keeps spreading, looking at the figure of the mixed Daozi, the looming killing intent in his eyes spreads out of the body from time to time.

"Before the opening of the battlefield of the two realms, I saw one more woman in the sealed realm, who claimed to be Gu Qianhiro, but I heard that she seemed to be the daughter of the curse. ”

"Hmph, daughter, is he also calling himself a curse?" the old god painting was furious, and his pretty face suddenly distorted, but after a moment, he instantly regained his composure, as if this was just an inconsequential person.

"Gu Qianxun, speaking of which, it's my niece, I'm her aunt, and the first curse of the sealing realm you mentioned should be my damn big brother. ”

The tone of the ancient god painting was cold, revealing a chill like a snake and scorpion, and the wind was clear and beating in his heart almost in an instant, and an inexplicable crisis suddenly swept through the whole body.