Yao Bufu was as anxious as a lost dog, and watched as the Heaven Chaser Daoist led the Yashan Taoist to destroy the entire Holy Fire Sect General Altar. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The protectors of the Holy Fire Sect dispersed in a hurry, and those overseas cultivators who had followed them thousands of miles to Shenzhou also fell into an embarrassing situation for a while.

Yao Bufu couldn't care about the embarrassment of others, he took advantage of the chaos, and when the attention of others was focused on the Qingyi Zhenjun, he immediately ran away.

Where there is life, there is hope. For a low-born cultivator like Yao Bumiao, there is nothing that cannot be put down. As long as the fighting spirit is still there, everything can be done again.

Yao Bufu felt that Shenzhou was full of enemies, so he didn't dare to stay, and went all the way to the west. On the one hand, he prayed in his heart that the black shadow could kill Li Hong, and on the other hand, he hoped that Li Hong would not give in and not be swallowed by the True Monarch.

He hesitated again and again, and did not go to the southwest direction where Li Hong had fled to find the True Monarch, but flew towards the mountains further west.

If you turn to the south, there will be no Daoyuan within 5,000 miles, and Yao Bufu decided to rest in the mountains in front of him for a few days to recover his strength, and then make long-term plans.

After just hiding in the mountain range for two days, Yao Bufu noticed that a powerful figure had followed, which felt very similar to the previous black shadow, but even more sharp. Yao Bufu was not sure where the other party came from, so he hid in the mountains, trying his best to hide his whereabouts, but he didn't know that he had already exposed his tracks.

The very true monarch remained silent and killed the two cultivators in an instant. The little man's sword cultivator, as well as the young man who had persuaded him seriously, turned into two cold corpses in the blink of an eye. A gust of mountain wind blew, bringing with it one or two crisp bird calls, but other than that, there was no murmur, as if nothing had happened.

The young man held the sword in his hand, trembling with fright, but he refused to lose his prestige, and continued to look at the very true monarch viciously.

"You're not afraid of death?"

"What's the use of being afraid, you're afraid that you won't kill me!"

"That's right, you'll have to die if you're afraid or not!"

"Oh, then you ask me what to do, look at the sword!" Although the young man was frightened, and his mana was a little slower, he could see that he usually worked hard, and this sword was still coming extremely fast, with the sound of wind and thunder breaking through the air.

Very Zhenjun shook his head: "Such a powerful sword technique, what use can it be except to scare mortals?" Then he blew out a breath lightly, and the flying sword immediately fell to the ground, falling into the dust and mud, and losing its spirituality.

The young man saw the extraordinaryness of the very true king, and regretted in his heart that he should not have come out to patrol the mountains today, and ended up like this. But after hesitating for a moment, he realized that he was no longer lucky, so he shouted and rushed towards the very real person desperately.

The very real person pointed lightly and stopped the young man: "Young man, I see that you are not bad! Kneel down and kowtow to me, I will spare you from death!"

The young man shook his head stubbornly: "You are too strong! I can't believe the words of the strong! I kowtow to you, you will still kill me!"

"Well, you're not stupid! You're right!" Very Zhenjun was about to kill someone, and suddenly felt a powerful aura surging, so he looked sideways at the mountain forest slightly: "You're finally here, show up!"

The young man was overjoyed and then disappointed. He thought it was his master who had come to his rescue, but when he turned his head to look, there was no one in front of him.

Just when the young man was about to die, a man in a red robe really walked over. The cloak was so large that it almost covered the entire face of the visitor, but the long red hair that showed out of the cloak hinted at the extraordinaryness of the visitor.

This extraordinary red-haired cultivator is naturally Yao Bufu.

Very Zhenjun looked at the other party, and then frowned slightly: "The old guy actually chose you as an inheritance?"

The person who came lifted his cloak, revealing a handsome and extraordinary face, and sneered: "I didn't expect that there is an old guy's transformation in this world!

"He? Very Zhenjun shook his head: "I didn't see any of him. I need you to tell me everything that happened. ”

"Yes, but you let him go first!" Yao Bufu admired the young man in front of him, although he was cynical, he was not afraid of danger, and his brain was very bright. For the Holy Fire Sect to revivenation, it needs such a junior cultivator. "He has no grievances with you, there is no need to kill them all!"

Very Zhenjun snorted coldly: "You can kill whoever the deity wants! You still want to bargain with the deity?" Before the words fell, twenty-seven spells had already burst out, and they pounced on Yao Bufu. What the very true monarch wants to know, he doesn't necessarily need the other party to speak.

Unfortunately, this time he was disappointed. Yao Buyi's mind was empty, except for some things about Chen Sesame Rotten Grain, as well as complicated spells and spells, there was nothing about Danxi Zhenjun.

"Why not? You obviously have the old guy's inheritance, and you have his breath!" muttered to himself, only to react after a moment: "You hid your memory?"

Yao Bufu sneered twice: "It's hidden." So if you want to know anything, you have to get my permission!"

"Idiot!" Very Zhenjun's words were not to scold Yao Bufu, but to scold any of the doppelgangers of Zhenjun who had been in contact with Yao Bufu before, and actually let Yao Bufu learn the spell of hiding his memory. "The deity does not accept any threats!"

The very true monarch has been sleeping for tens of thousands of years, as if hibernating, his body is not old or old, his mana and spirit are abundant and abnormal, and his fire is also very strong, so he will do it immediately if he doesn't agree with him.

Hundreds of spells scrambled to strike like a pack of hounds trying to please their masters.

Yao Bufu had already taken precautions, and the holy flame slammed outward, actually blocking most of the spells of the very true monarch. There were a few cunning spells that withstood the heat of the holy flame and continued to rush inside, but they were suddenly recalled by the Very True Monarch. "The method of Rong Dan, you have practiced this method. With this, you can be my follower! Let's uproot the five sects of the Dao Sect together!"

Compared with the black shadow who liked to point fingers before, Yao Bufu hated the tattered guy in front of him even more, although their appearance was almost the same, but the black shadow was a little self-aware, and knew how to be afraid of Wind Demon Island and Daomen. The guy in front of him is obviously from the same family as the Black Shadow, but he is much more arrogant.

The very true monarch did not give Yao Bufu time to react, and entered part of his memory into Yao Bufu's Zhihai. Yao Bufu immediately completely understood the relationship between this nasty guy in front of him and the black shadow.

"Danxi Zhenjun, it turns out that the guy's name is Danxi Zhenjun!" The black shadow didn't tell Yao Bufu everything about the matter before, so Yao Bufu only knew some facts by relying on the epiphany he had obtained, as well as guesses and inferences.

Now that Yao Bufu finally knows more details, as long as he integrates it with his own memories, then he will definitely be able to deduce more secrets. Yao Bufu thought of this, and was about to call out his memory, but suddenly realized that he was almost fooled.

"If I summon memories, he will immediately see through my details! What a cunning and very true king!" Yao Bufu quietly suppressed his thoughts. He could be sure that although the Very True Monarch was not examining his sea of consciousness at this moment, he was also sure that as long as he cast any spell, the Very True Monarch would immediately find out, and then pounced on him, tightly strangling himself, like wanting to strangle his hound.

"I'm the leader of the Holy Fire Sect, so I don't need to be subject to anyone anymore!" Yao Bufu felt that he could have a good talk with the Very True Monarch. (To be continued.) )