"Brother Xiaoyao!" Jimo clenched his fists lightly, smiling, and couldn't see his likes or dislikes. 2.

In the past, at the beginning of his enlightenment, the Holy Son of Freedom had designed to kill him and other Tianjiao and blame him, the purpose of which was to graft all kinds of powerful physiques in the world.

But in the end, he escaped the murder by chance, and since then, the other party has also calculated against him many times, but fortunately he escaped.

Jimo is not a person with a small belly, but he is also a person who will take revenge, and there is a murderous feud between the other party and him, with his temperament, he will not swallow his anger, but he has never had a chance to solve it.

However, this is an extraordinary time, and this kind of personal vendetta can be put aside for now.

The Son of Freedom smiled noncommittally, raised his hand and gently patted Jimo's shoulder, and said, "I heard that Brother Mo is injured, I don't know if he can recover." ”

"Don't worry about it, although Mo has not fully recovered, the returning monk is not yet in his eyes. Jimo casually raised his hand, patted off the palm of the Son of Freedom on his shoulder, and smiled back.

The Son of Carefree Saint's face stiffened, then regained his softness, and said, "That's nature, Brother Mo's combat power is known to the world, and in the battle of the Astrology Mansion, Brother Mo turned the tide and contributed a lot." ”

Jimo smiled faintly, covered his mouth and coughed lightly, frowned sharply, clenched the blood in his hand, turned his back to his back, and said, "It's not the first time that you and I have dealt with each other, so there is no need to talk about gossip, let's go into the city to discuss the tomb of the half-emperor in the Kunxu Domain!"

The Son of Freedom stared at Jimo's palm with his back to him, his eyes were slightly bright, a hint of different color flashed in his eyes, his smile became more and more warm, and he made a gesture of invitation, saying, "Since this is the case, then please, Brother Mo!"

Jimo frowned, the regular remnant chain in his hand flew away, and the trace of blood was steamed dry, and then he naturally lowered his palm and walked into the city side by side with the Holy Son.

It's just that at this moment, in his heart, it is inevitable that a touch of solemnity will rise secretly.

Shicai, the son of Xiaoyao, who seemed to be familiar with it, gently slapped him on the shoulder, which was indeed a temptation, and smashed a force of rules into his body.

However, with his strength, he could easily dissolve this power of the rules, but after dissolving it, an irrepressible mouthful of reverse blood surged up in his throat......

That mouthful of blood was definitely not intentional on his part, wanting to show the Son of Freedom to be weak, but at that time, there was indeed a mouthful of reverse blood that suddenly rushed to his throat, and even he couldn't suppress it, so he opened his mouth and spit it out.

It is said that he has recovered seventy percent from his injuries, and it is impossible for him to be so weak.

Jimo frowned, that mouthful of blood was not only spit out because of the palm that the Holy Son slapped on his shoulder, but the more fundamental reason was that there was something wrong with his body, and that palm was just a catalyst.

He was solemn in his heart, remembering the kind of strangeness that arose in his heart when he first cultivated, and the reason why he was so 'strong on the outside and dry on the inside' was most likely related to the 'impurities' that he sensed into the wound at the beginning.

Thinking of this, he scattered his thoughts in his body, carefully examined it, but did not show anything abnormal, frowned, he suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, barely showed a smile, and walked slowly towards the Holy Land of Freedom with the Holy Son.

The Holy Land of Escape is the same as the Astrological Palace, and it is not in the Wandering City, but in another dimension, but the entrance is in the Wandering City.

The two of them walked side by side, very silent, each with their own thoughts, and soon entered the Holy Land of Leisure, and in a temple, they met the Holy Lord of Freedom, and at the same time, they saw several unexpected people here.

That is the cultivation of the Ye family, the holy master of the Ye family, the holy son of the Ye family, and even Ye Lianhuo, Ye Lianbing and others who had robbed and killed him at the beginning of Jimo's enlightenment.

The Ye family in Zhongzhou, adjacent to the Xiaoyao Holy Land, has always been a frequent movement between the two holy places, and the cultivation of the two holy places is also self-proclaimed good neighborliness, so the appearance of the Ye family here, although it is unexpected, but it is also reasonable.

In addition to the Ye family, there are two other holy places for cultivation, these two holy places are Guanqi Mansion and Daluo Holy Land, although their heritage is not as good as the Xiaoyao Holy Land and the Ye family, but it is also in the Creation Holy Land, close to the top holy land ranks.

"Humph!"

Seeing Jimo walk into the main hall, the holy son of the Ye family snorted coldly, turned his head to look elsewhere, in the past, he had suffered a lot in Jimo's hands, so he had always been quite concerned about this.

This is not surprising, he was originally an arrogant person, and he was repeatedly bullied by Jimo, who was not as good as him at the beginning, if he could endure this breath, it would be strange.

Jimo smiled faintly, and didn't care, although the Holy Son of the Ye family was talented and his divine power was incomparable, but with his current combat power, he didn't care about it yet.

Now that the younger generation can really be his opponent, only Ye Fengshen, Zhang Bairen, and Ye Xiuwen can be his enemies, but the latter two are obviously not likely to be his enemies.

He turned his eyes and continued to look at the people in the hall, a little, his gaze was slightly condensed, and fell on an old man with white eyebrows. This person's eyebrows are extremely long, white as snow, even if Jimo looks like it, he is still closing his eyes and his expression remains unchanged.

Jimo's eyes were slightly cold, if he remembered well, this person should be called Baimei Daoren, but he was a cultivator at the level of the ancestor of the Joyful Holy Land, at the beginning of his enlightenment, this person had disregarded his identity and brought the Joyful Saint Son to stop and kill him.

If it is an ordinary person, it is just a change to the Holy Son of Freedom, after all, the two of them are both young generations, and it is understandable, but this person, regardless of his identity, intended to kill him, it is indeed a bit excessive.

This revenge is even deeper than the murderous hatred of the Son of Freedom.

When Jimo looked at the people in the hall, on the main hall, the free holy lord got up, walked down the hall quickly, came to his side, and said, "I think this is the holy womb." ”

Jimo put away the coldness in his eyes, and instead hugged his fists and said with a light smile, "Fellow Daoist!"

"The Holy Fetus has worked tirelessly, thousands of miles to help me and wait, please take a seat quickly. The Holy Lord smiled, this was a middle-aged man with a martial spirit, and the years had not left many marks on his face.

As he spoke, he gently held Jimo's palm, led him to the front of the main hall, stopped at the left hand master, Ye Jia, and said, "Mo Daoyou, please!"

In an instant, everyone in the hall looked at each other, and most of them were a little unkind. No matter how strong Jimo is, he is just a junior, why does he sit in a position second only to the Holy Lord of Freedom?

It is the Ye family, which also belongs to the top Holy Land, and has always been friendly with the Xiaoyao Holy Land, but it has not been seated in this position, and as a Baimei Daoist at the ancestor level of the Xiaoyao Holy Land, he has also failed to sit in this seat.

Jimo, just a junior, why are you sitting here?!

Jimo's eyes were slightly condensed, flashed with a daze, and then smiled faintly, ignoring the questioning eyes around him, and sat down in this seat as if nothing happened.

"Friends of the Loose Dao, forgive me, I am afraid that there will be some ...... in your move."

Before Jimo could sit down, a voice came from His Highness, and everyone looked around, only to see that the person who opened his mouth came from the direction of the Daluo Holy Land, and it was undoubtedly the Daluo Holy Lord.

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