It is actually a very simple thing to see these summoned immortals. 【】

Just find a cultivator to make trouble and cause a little trouble, and when these cultivators find that they can't resist it, they will naturally summon the so-called heavenly gods.

After saying a few more words, Mo Xuan knew that thousands of miles away from the northeast of the Canglan River, there was a cultivation sect, the Fire Spirit Sect, this Fire Spirit Sect was a medium sect among all the cultivation sects in Dongsheng Divine Continent, and there were also one or two advanced masters in the door, and they had also summoned the Heavenly God Nether Realm to help, and destroyed several little demon kings, and it was also a famous force in the northeast of Dongsheng Divine Continent.

And it is close to this Canglan River, this Luo Yuan has been looking at this Fire Spirit Sect unpleasantly, and it is the best choice to start.

The two glanced at each other, and both saw the smile in each other's eyes.

"Then, let's go to this Fire Spirit Village and see what kind of immortal nether realm it is!"

Mo Xuan smiled, and the two stood up together.

Let's say, there are always coincidences and chances in this world.

Although this Hongjun Ancestor's Creation Jade Disc has been broken and broken, there is absolutely one thing that cannot be denied, that is, in the dark, there is its own providence.

Pure providence.

When the two of them went out of the Canglan River and were about to go to the northeast, they heard a burst of shouting and killing in their ears, and they were all stunned.

"Strange!" especially Na Luo Yuan, with a strange and puzzled face, you know, in recent years, the strength of human beings has risen sharply, and he has also taken a look at this Canglan River, but there is no doubt that because of his own strength, no one has ever dared to violate this Canglan River, and the place within a radius of a hundred miles on both sides of the river is a forbidden area for human beings, which is an indisputable fact in Dongsheng Shenzhou, but now?

This shouting and killing sound was only three or two miles away from the riverbank, which made Luo Yuan very annoyed.

This not only violated his dignity, but also made him very faceless in front of Mo Xuan, and he was killed by others at the door, which was really embarrassing.

Therefore, he didn't even think about it, his body just shook for a while, and then turned into a puff of black smoke, and with a whoosh, he rushed to the place where the shouting and killing sound came from.

"Funny, funny, hey, my eyelids are jumping!"

At first, he was about to watch the lively Mo Xuan, but suddenly, he felt his left eyelid jump.

"Left eye disaster, right eye wealth, or left eye wealth, right eye disaster?" Mo Xuan muttered in a low voice and followed.

The distance of two or three miles is simply not enough for a big demon like them to take a step.

"It seems that someone is being hunted down!" Mo Xuan barely took much effort to see the current situation, dozens of black-armored knights and three people in Taoist clothes were chasing and killing three people.

The side that was hunted down was three people.

A fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl, a **-year-old boy, and an old man, covered in blood, were the old men who blocked the attacks from the famous dressers and those black-armored knights.

Although the two children were not injured, they were obviously very tired, and they were covered in mud, black sludge all over their bodies, and even their faces were covered with muddy water.

Through the gap between the muddy water, Mo Xuan could also see that the clothes of these two children were made of excellent materials, both of which were brocade and satin, but these could not help them.

I don't know how many miles I've run, how long I've been running, both of them are already very tired, the steps are getting smaller and smaller, the wheezing is getting louder and louder, the younger boy doesn't seem to understand what is going on at all, his eyes are full of fear and uneasiness, and there is a trace of defeat.

And the little girl is completely different, although she is already in a desperate situation, but her eyes exude an extreme despair and longing, despair of imminent death and longing for life, two completely opposite feelings mixed together, which made Mo Xuan interested.

This is a person with an extreme surname, the more extreme the surname, when he is stimulated by something, the more irrational the behavior, irrational people, do things, often do not care about any consequences, and when this kind of person has greater power, stronger, more dangerous surname, the stronger the destructive power.

The dozens of black horsemen who chased and killed them were full of murderous and bloody aura, and at first glance they were elite troops who had been killed for a long time, and those three Taoist people, although their strength could be called garbage in Mo Xuan's eyes, but in the eyes of mortals, they were also fairy-like figures, they were all cultivators, and one of them was even about to reach the level of advancement, in the words of mortals, it was this guy, who was about to survive, a character like labor, chasing and killing two powerless children, then, there was only one explanation, the identity of these two children was not ordinary, and it was worth working so many masters to hunt down。

And the old man next to the two children seemed to be able to prove this, they had reached the end of the road, but there was still such a loyal master to protect them.

If it weren't for these two children, with the strength of this old man, there would be no need to be so embarrassed.

"Elder Fengxue, why are you so stubborn, as long as you hand over these two evil seeds, the Venerable Lord will definitely not be guilty of the past!"

One of the three Taoist pretending people said that at this time, both sides had arrived at the Zicanglan River, and the three pursued people had no way to retreat, looking desperately at the Canglan River with no edge in sight.

"Feng Ming, it's just that you have betrayed your grace and abandoned the Lord, and even teamed up with thieves to hunt down and kill the young master, aren't you afraid of retribution?"

The old man named Fengxue looked at the old man with anger and hatred, looking like he was eager to eat him alive.

"Retribution?!ha-"

Feng Xue's words caused Feng Ming to laugh wildly, "Feng Xue, you are a cultivator in vain, you are so pedantic, you don't know the truth of conforming to the mandate of heaven, now, the mandate of heaven is in Qi and not in Zheng, I do this to comply with the mandate of heaven, how can I get retribution!"

"Obey the Mandate of Heaven?!" Feng Xue sneered, "Yes, the Mandate of Heaven is in Qi but not in Zheng, the Mandate of Heaven is only to replace Zheng with Qi, but it didn't tell you to wait to kill them all, you help the King of Qi to overthrow Da Zheng and win the world, why are you so ruthless, you can't even let go of these two little children?"

"Cutting the grass does not remove the roots, the spring breeze blows and grows again!" Feng Ying said with a cold smile, "Besides, these two little cubs are the last two members of the Zheng royal family, if they don't die, they will inevitably live in hatred and grief in the future, if they are killed now, let them enter reincarnation, so as not to suffer in the future, it is really a merciful act, you and I are cultivators, the upper body of the heavenly heart, the lower body of the people, why not do it?"

Feng Xue snorted coldly, "Where do you want them to enter reincarnation, you want them to be scattered, and they will not be able to be reborn forever, so that you will be at peace, right?"

"Say whatever you want!" Feng Ming sneered, "Do you think that with your current state, you can stop us? Look at these two Daoists of the Xuanji Sect beside me, and then look at the black rider behind me, with you now, can you stop us? Even if you want to blow yourself up and die with me, I'm afraid it's impossible, right?"

After saying that, there was a burst of unbridled ridicule.

"You can try!" Feng Xue, who was already completely desperate, had calmed down at this time.

"You want to drag us to die with you, right!" Feng Ming glanced at the wind and snow, as well as the rolling Canglan River behind him, "You want to blow yourself up here, alarm the demon king Luo Yuan in this river, and even provoke him, let him come up and kill you along with me!"

Feng Xue's body shook, although his movements were slight, but he couldn't hide from the eyes of Feng Ming, "That's useless!"

"Why!" said Feng Xue, a blue glow shining from her body.

"Even if you lure Luo Yuan out, it's useless, he won't kill me!"

Feng Xue didn't speak, the blue light on his body became more and more intense, not far away, the little girl seemed to realize something, tightly hugged the little boy next to her in her arms, and stared at the wind and the shadow fiercely, as if she wanted to remember his appearance completely in her mind.

"Sister, I'm afraid!"

At this time, the little boy in his arms seemed to be unable to withstand too much pressure and whimpered in a low voice.

"Xiao Lei is good, Xiao Lei don't be afraid, it will be fine in a while!" buried the little boy's head in his arms, and muttered, "It's okay, it'll be okay in a while......!"

...... "Who said I wouldn't kill you, what are you?!" A deep voice sounded in everyone's ears, and the black smoke that Luo Yuan turned into quietly appeared between the three Taoists and the three people who were hunted down, and in an instant, it condensed into Luo Yuan's appearance, "Breaking into my Canglan River forbidden land for no reason, and daring to speak wildly, with your strength, it is rare to have such courage!"

The little girl's eyes showed a look of hope, but after seeing Luo Yuan's face clearly, the color of hope gradually faded, but there was no complete despair, and the depths of her eyes still flashed with a faint fire of hope.

There is a huge gap between strengths, and this Luo Yuan seems to be a little angry by this Feng Ming's words, and he does not have the breath of suppressing himself in the room.

Although he was confident, but in front of the master of the Taitian Rank, Feng Ming, a cultivator who had not even entered the human rank, naturally sat on the ground with a butt, except for him, the others were also similar, and the feet of the two old men in Taoist clothes also softened.

The dozens of black riders behind were lifted off their horses by the mounts they sat on, but the horses fell down very obediently, and the two feet in front of them knelt down in unison, and the horse's mouth made a neighing sound of obedience.

"This, presumably it is the famous King Luo Yuanluo, in the lower god wind faction, I have seen King Luo!"

Luo Yuan's brows furrowed, and he looked at Feng Ming with an unkind gaze, flashing with a hint of murderous intent.

"What did you just say, saying that I won't kill you?Where did you get such a lot of confidence, I'm very interested!" Luo Yuan said with a smile.

At this time, Feng Ming had calmed down, but he took out something from his arms in a hurry.

It's a scroll.

Luo Yuan was slightly stunned, but he saw that Feng Ming gently unfolded the painting scroll, he was secretly surprised, although this painting scroll did not seem to be in any danger, but if it was an innate spiritual treasure whose strength far exceeded his own, he could not see it by his own strength, so he subconsciously took a step back.

"Don't panic, this is just an ordinary portrait!"

As he spoke, the portrait was completely unfolded, and on the white drawing paper, a man in a dark robe was depicted, lifelike.

Luo Yuan was stunned, looked at the portrait blankly, and then raised his head a little blankly, looked at Feng Ming, his eyes were full of doubts, and pointed to the portrait again, "Are you...... It's ......!"

Feng Ming smiled and asked, "Does King Luo know the person in this painting?!"

"When, of course!" Luo Yuan said, and at this moment, the girl suddenly cried out, "You robber, you ...... Give me back the painting!" said the younger brother, who was in his arms, stood up, stretched out his hand and wanted to rush up to grab the painting, but the escape without night had exhausted her, but after running two steps, she fell into the muddy water, struggling to get up, however, the last trace of her strength had been exhausted by the shouts and movements just now, and she could only lie on the ground now, staring at the wind and the portrait in his hand with desperate eyes.

"The little ones will talk nonsense!" said in a leisurely manner, "King Luo, this painting is a family heirloom of our lord, and our lord's ancestors have an old relationship with the person in this painting, so the man in this painting asked his old man to paint a portrait of him, which has survived to this day, and now, there are probably more than three hundred years of holes!"

"You...... You lie, that painting was painted by my ancestors!" cried the little girl who was lying on the ground.

It's just that, on such an occasion, where would anyone listen to this little child?

"Sister!" the little boy looked up, and when he saw the little girl lying in the muddy water, he also screamed, and cried and crawled over, and the two hugged each other and cried.

"Alas!" This situation made the wind and snow on the side sigh, but there was nothing they could do.

Luo Yuan stood there in confusion.

"King Luo, I know that you have supernatural powers, and you are the first demon king of Dongsheng Divine Continent, but you won't give him face!"

Feng Ming shook the scroll in his hand and smiled.

A hand, out of thin air, appeared in front of Feng Ming, and when he swayed, he grabbed the scroll, and then with a flick, he snatched the scroll.

"It's strange, why don't I remember someone painting a portrait for me!"

Some lazy voices sounded in everyone's ears, and then, a Xuanyi man appeared in front of everyone, wasn't Mo Xuan or who?

Curiously, he turned over the scroll and looked at the portrait carefully, Mo Xuan's face was surprised, "Who painted this, it is so similar, interesting, interesting~"

The person in the painting is him.

That look, that dress, that look, that posture, that temperament!

Dressed in a black robe, ringed with green silk, the gourd on his waist, and the annoying smile on the corner of his mouth, isn't it him Mo Xuan?

"Where did your lord come from, and who is his ancestor?"

The voice of the voice was very kind, faint, without a trace of fireworks, but it revealed an irresistible majesty, Mo Xuan looked at the painting, his eyes did not take his eyes away, looking at the strange smile of himself in the painting, the corners of his mouth were raised, revealing an exact smile.

At this time, not to mention Feng Ming, along with the two old men in Taoist clothes behind him, Feng Xue, and the two children who fell to the ground were also stunned.

Silence, deathly silence.

No one thought that Mo Xuan would suddenly appear here.

"Why, didn't you hear me clearly?" Mo Xuan's tone was still like that, and his gaze moved away from the painting and moved to Feng Ming's body.

Compared with Luo Yuan just now, Mo Xuan had no momentum, no coercion, and not even a trace of aura induction.

The current Mo Xuan gives everyone the feeling that he is just an ordinary mortal who can no longer be ordinary.

If he hadn't looked at the painting beforehand and knew what kind of thing the person in front of him was, maybe this Feng Ming would have stabbed it with his sword.

But now, give him a great courage, and he won't dare.

"Uh, that, I, I don't know ......!"

"You don't know either?!" Mo Xuan smiled, this is a smart person.

"Yes, I don't know, I just heard the Lord mention it, as for whether it's true or not, the origin of the Lord is not qualified to know!"

"You're lying!" When the little girl lying on the ground looked away from Mo Xuan, she finally saw Mo Xuan's face clearly, and a burst of ecstasy appeared on her face.

"Immortal Chief, Immortal Chief, Immortal Chief, Immortal Chief, Immortal Chief, T

Mo Xuan's gaze moved to the girl again, "Who are you?"

"Little, little girl Zheng Li'er, this is my younger brother Zheng Lei!" said, pulling Zheng Lei beside him, "Quick, quickly kowtow to the immortal chief!"

Although the little boy did not understand what was going on, he had always listened to his sister the most, and without saying a word, he fell to his knees on the mud floor at once, and knocked his head in succession.

"Okay, okay, don't knock, your head is broken!" Mo Xuan said, "Don't be so polite to me!"

As he spoke, an invisible soft force lifted the little boy up.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

"Senior (Immortal Chief) Rongyu!"

That Feng Ming and Zheng Li'er spoke almost at the same time, but Zheng Li'er's voice was too small and was suppressed by that Feng Ming.

"Huh?"

A cold snort, like thunder, sounded in Feng Ming's ears, and the sound was like a tangible thing, directly penetrating into Feng Ming's ears.

"Poof!", Feng Ming spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face became extremely gray, and he shriveled to the ground, no longer the bright color just now, and the whole person was like a frosted eggplant, completely wilted.

"Say it!" Mo Xuan said to Zheng Li'er, "Tell me, what's going on with this painting, I don't remember who I asked anyone to paint what painting!"

As she spoke, a gentle energy enveloped Zheng Li'er, and then, seeped into her body.

The tiredness, pain, hunger, and sleepiness of the past few days were swept away, "That's it!"

"Are you a descendant of Zheng Qingkong?!" Although Mo Xuan had long thought of this possible surname, but now that it has been confirmed by Zheng Li'er, he also thinks it is quite interesting.

Zheng Qingkong, it was the restless Prince Lingyun of Zheng Guo who met on the Canglan River more than three hundred years ago, but Mo Xuan calculated for him, he had eighty years of carefree life, and his original ambition was suppressed by Mo Xuan's words, but he really lived to be eighty years old and was a carefree prince for eighty years.

It's just that Mo Xuan didn't expect that this Prince Lingyun turned out to be a Danqing master, and he was on the Canglan River back then, extinguishing the fire on his boat and saving him, which strengthened the judgment that Mo Xuan was a Dao immortal in his heart, and after he went back, he drew Mo Xuan's appearance with his own memory, and offered it in the Lingyun Palace, which became the treasure of the Lingyun Palace, and has been passed down to the present.

But now, more than 300 years have passed, Zheng Guo's national fortune is over, Qi Hou has started an incident, all the way is like a bamboo, and the Qi State has been established, and the Zheng royal family has been slaughtered and poked away, leaving only the two sisters and brothers in the Lingyun Palace, and the worship in the Lingyun Palace.

As for this painting, it was too late to bring it out and stayed in the Lingyun Palace, but unexpectedly, it fell into the hands of this Feng Ming.

The question is, how did this Feng Ming recognize his own portrait, and how did he know to use his own portrait to make Luo Yuan jealous.

However, Mo Xuan didn't intend to ask this time, but directly intimidated Feng Ming into the air and searched for souls.

"That's interesting!" Mo Xuan spent a moment scanning all the memories of this wind and darkness, and threw his body into the Canglan River to feed the fish and shrimp in the river.

It turned out that this Feng Ming didn't know Mo Xuan at all, and naturally he didn't know who was in this painting, but his lord knew.

Who is the Lord?

It was the cultivator who stood behind that Qi Hou.

And the kamikaze faction where Fengxue and Feng Ming are located originally stood behind Zheng Guo, but unfortunately, after Zheng Guo's chaos, this kamikaze faction was divided into two camps, attacking and killing each other, and making a lot of trouble.

The lord seemed to know Mo Xuan, after getting the painting, he was overjoyed, at the same time, they found out the whereabouts of Zheng Li'er's sister and brother and Feng Xue, and after calculating, they were surprised to find that they were going to one of the forbidden places of Dongsheng Shenzhou, Canglan River, although this lord didn't know what kind of idea they were fighting, but after finding out that the people in this Lingyun Palace's mansion actually had a portrait of Mo Xuan, they began to be cautious, and they didn't dare to slack off, and they raided the arrested people in this Lingyun Palace's mansion overnight, and after getting a rough answer, they let this Feng Ming take the black horse and two cultivators to chase and kill the three。

And let Feng Ming carry Mo Xuan's portrait.

In Dongsheng Divine Continent, almost all cultivators know that this black dragon of the Canglan River has something to do with Mo Xuan, with this portrait in hand, come to think of it, this Luo Yuan has seen it, and in the case of not being able to figure it out, he will talk nonsense with him again, thinking that this Luo Yuan will not be a killer, maybe he will help them kill Zheng Li'er and them, anyway, most monsters are so stupid.

But unexpectedly, Mo Xuan was also there.

Mo Xuan, who had not appeared in Dongsheng Divine Continent for hundreds of years, suddenly appeared in Dongsheng Divine Continent, on the Canglan River.

"What a fool!" After reading Feng Ming's memory, Mo Xuan gave such a judgment, he came out to work for others, and he couldn't even figure out the identity of the other party, he was simply a person who lost his cultivator.

"The Mandate of Heaven is in Qi and not in Zheng, conform to the Mandate of Heaven, this is a good sound!" Mo Xuan said leisurely.

"However, these are all things more than 300 years ago, and this providence is also the providence of more than 300 years ago, and now, the providence is chaotic, and the things of 300 years ago can be counted, and naturally they can not be counted, everything, it is not yet known!"

(To be continued)