Although Zhou Cong instantly suppressed the surging demonic energy, he still felt that a divine sense locked on him, no matter where he went, he always seemed to have a pair of eyes staring at him, and the feeling of being like a man's back was really bad. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Suddenly, Zhou Cong felt a fluctuation in his divine sense, and then a violent aura chased after him from the direction of Heavenly Wolf City. The sound of the breaking wind hurriedly pursued, and a vicissitudes of life and a loud voice shouted: "Go, kill the people of my Heavenly Wolf Gate, can you still walk?"

Zhou Cong turned his head slowly, stood there with his hands on his chest and smiled, a pair of eyes staring at him innocently, the figure getting closer and closer in the distance, he never seemed to want to run.

Soon, the figure became clearer and clearer, it was an old man in a gray robe, with a huge axe in his hand that was simple in shape and engraved with strange patterns. His eyes were like brass bells, his mouth was like a blood basin, he was tall, and he wore a gray crane suit, which was casually draped diagonally on his body.

"Rub, big brother, didn't he see our words?" Xiao Bai said loudly to Zhou Cong, obviously saying it to the gray-robed old man.

Zhou Cong also smiled and asked, "How can you see it?"

Xiao Bai said with a wicked smile: "If you see it, how dare the Heavenly Wolf Gate send a bad old man to send him to death?"

"Arrogant boy, die!" the old man seemed to hear Xiaobai's words, of course, Xiaobai's voice could be heard as long as he was not deaf.

With the old man shouting and scolding, he opened the mountain axe, avoided Zhou Cong, and went straight to Xiao Baili to split Huashan and split down.

The body of the little white demon beast was extremely strong, and I saw that his body was like a cannonball, rushing towards the old man, and seeing that Xiao Bai's body was about to meet the old man's mountain axe. Xiaobai's figure slammed suddenly, and he threw a punch, and Peng's sound hit the side of the tomahawk.

The gray-robed old man took advantage of the situation, opened the mountain axe horizontally, changed the split to sweep, and the big wheel of the mountain axe swept towards Xiao Bai's waist with a roar.

Xiao Bai took a step forward, and even stuck to the axe blade, and threw a punch at the old man, although this punch was not as strong as Zhou Cong's Deception Fist, but the body of Xiao Bai's divine beast, ordinary punches can also open mountains and crack stones, naturally not to be underestimated.

But seeing the gray-robed old man, the momentum of the mountain axe sweeping unabated, his figure flashed to the side, and the big axe was cut off like a little white waist.

"Roar!" With a loud roar, Xiao Bai showed the body of the white tiger, a huge white tiger, baring its jagged fangs and pounced on the gray-clothed old man.

One person and one tiger, suddenly entangled together, although Xiaobai has a strong physique, but after all, he is also flesh and blood, and under the continuous wielding of the gray-robed old man's axe, it is gradually exhausted.

"Xiaobai! Next!" The overlord halberd in Zhou Cong's hand suddenly turned into a streamer and flew towards Xiaobai, Xiaobai transformed into a human form and took the overlord halberd in his hand.

The gray-robed old man opened the mountain and came again, and Xiao Bai greeted him with a halberd, and suddenly there was a roar in the sky!

Xiaobai became more and more brave the more he fought, and the overlord halberd kept smashing out, and he seemed to have inexhaustible strength.

The gray-robed old man became more and more shocked, and couldn't help but secretly regret it, regretting that he shouldn't have cultivated on his own, and chased after him alone without any helpers, not to mention that there were still two people on the other side who hadn't made a move.

Boom! The two weapons connected, and the old man in gray took advantage of the situation to fly backwards, turned his head and ran. But just now he flew out of dozens of feet, and suddenly there was a muffled sound, and his body was instantly torn apart.

Zhou Cong smiled and stood in the broken place of the old man's body, smiling and looking at his fist. He said lightly: "I want to run, are you still running?"

The pervasive blood mist made Zhou Cong's face turn red, but his eyes were extremely clear, and this time he didn't enter the demon when he saw blood!

Zhou Cong walked towards Zhao Min leisurely, Zhao Min felt that he couldn't see through him anymore, he was still the same him, he was still Zhou Cong, but at this moment, Zhou Cong had an indescribable temperament. Just like the leisurely clouds in the sky, it seems to be like cotton, but it can condense wind and thunder at any time. Zhao Min couldn't help but be a little crazy!

"Min'er!

"Ah!" It wasn't until Zhou Cong called her that she suddenly woke up and said with a shy face: "What did the eldest brother call me?"

"There are a hundred flowers in the spring, and a wave in the waves!" Xiaobai was triumphant, tilting his big oily bald head, and singing with a ruffian face! But he sang happily, and from time to time he squeezed his eyebrows at Zhao Min!

"What are you singing, it's hard to hear!" Zhao Min shouted.

"Oh, second sister-in-law," Xiaobai pretended to sigh and said, "I'm singing your heart!

Zhao Min smiled: "Dead Xiaobai, what does it have to do with me!"

Xiaobai stroked his lips with his big hand, although he didn't have a beard, he also pretended to be an old pedant and said: "The appearance of the second sister-in-law just now is clearly Si~Chun~!" After speaking, Xiaobai's neck shrank, and he flew into the distance with a wicked smile!

"Oh, dead Xiaobai, you dare to make fun of me, see if I don't screw your ears" Zhao Min immediately chased after him!

Zhou Cong shook his head and chased after him with a wry smile.

After a few days of flying, I soon returned to the place where I first saw the peak of the Lord of the Flood Desolation Gate. But the strange thing is that this time, no matter how Zhou Cong knocked on the mountain wall, there was no door to take them in like last time!

"Strange! Could it be that they moved away" Zhou Cong said to himself: "Impossible"

"Childe, I've been waiting for a long time!" Suddenly, a man in black appeared silently behind Zhou Cong and the others.

Zhou Cong suddenly turned around and looked up and down at the people who came, but none of the flesh on these black-clothed people was exposed except for their eyes. "You are?"

"Hehe! I am a disciple of the Honghuang Sect! At the behest of the sect master, I am here to wait for Zhou Gongzi's master," the man in black said in a respectful tone.

"Your sect master, do you know that I will come?" Zhou Cong couldn't help but ask strangely.

"The master of the door has vast powers, like a fairy, and the heavenly machine can't hide anything from his old man" The man in black said: "Zhou Gongzi, please!"

Although he had lived in seclusion for more than half a year, he thought that no one would find him, but from the words of the man in black, it turned out that the master of the Flood Desolate Sect seemed to know where he was going! How did he know? Could he really be a first-class immortal? Or had he been monitoring himself? Who could monitor himself without being discovered despite his own cultivation?

With a question in his head, Zhou Cong came to the room of the Lord of the Flood Desolation Gate again, the room was still as luxurious as ever, but the complexion of the Lord of the Flood Gate was even worse, he lay on the bed, stretched out his thin fingers, and pointed to the stool next to Zhou Cong to signal him to sit down.

The master of the Honghuang Sect seemed to know what Zhou Cong was thinking, and said, "Master Zhou, do you want to ask me how I know, you will definitely come, right?"

Zhou Cong nodded and asked, "Do you have the ability to be a prophet of the unknown!"