The Heaven Cultivator felt a hint of danger in the eyes of the Xuan Sage Daoist looking at him. After a moment of contemplation, he took off the ornament that was about to hang from his waist, and fell to his knees with a thud.

He held the pendant high above his head with both hands and said, "Master, the purple robe is not filial, so I have no choice but to switch to my uncle's disciple." Today, I want to come to all kinds of repentance, this ornament was obtained by the disciple from Liu Quan, and he dedicated it to the master to show his filial piety. ”

Wuchen felt that the atmosphere at the scene was a little delicate, especially the eyes of the Xuansheng Daoist looking at the purple robe were full of strong murderous intent. So, he took a step forward and stood in front of the purple robe.

"Uncle, my master is now following my grandfather to Tongxuan Cliff to think about it, and in the future, I will rely on the purple-robed junior brother to take care of the affairs of the sect with me. No matter what disobedience the junior brother has done before, I still hope that the senior uncle will bypass him for the sake of us belonging to the same lineage. ”

When the Xuansheng Daoist saw the extremely nervous purple robe and Wuchen, a smile appeared on his originally cold and colorless face. He nodded, did not speak, but secretly charged and swung out the sword beam of the "Native Elephant".

"Click-"

Hearing a muffled thunder and lightning explode above the purple robe's head out of thin air, he pretended to faint without hesitating for a moment. If you rely on the cultivation of the Heaven Cultivator King Yuan Shen, not to mention the lightning formed by the Xuan Sage Dao people urging the Yuan Force, even the Xuan Xiao Thunder has to retreat in the face of his attack.

He thought that since he gave up Liu Quan's skin and let the purple-robed Yuan Shen ambush him, he couldn't smash the next play. He also calculated that the Xuansheng Daoist did not have a murderous intent towards the purple robe, otherwise the attacking sword bundle would not only have two percent of the strength.

But to his surprise, only 20% of his strength also hit the skin he had now stolen from the beams and pillars. As the bundle of swords that emerged from the ground slid against his cheek, one ear fell to the ground before it could bleed.

"Oops, it hurts me. ”

Wuchen also thought that the Xuansheng Daoist had listened to his persuasion, and he had exposed the matter by scaring and scaring the purple robe. He didn't expect the Xuansheng Daoist to secretly move and cut off the ears of the purple robe.

"Uncle Shi, are you bullying my master today? But don't forget, we still have a few elders......"

The Xuansheng Daoist snorted coldly with some disdain, and said, "Wuchen, if it weren't for the sake of your master and my junior brother, you would have become a corpse at this time." Today, the old man cut off one of the ears of the purple robe, which is cheaper for him. If it is according to the canons of our three teachings, the rebels should be thrown into the abyss of ten thousand demons and suffer from the bite of a thousand beasts. ”

The primordial spirit of the Heaven Cultivator King extracted a fragment of the Ten Thousand Demon Abyss from the memory of the purple robe. He looked at the tragic appearance of those apostates in the past being thrown into the Ten Thousand Demon Abyss by the law enforcement elders of the Three Exposition Sects, and he shuddered with empathy in his heart.

Although according to his cultivation, the Ten Thousand Demon Yuan might not be able to hurt him in the slightest, he still pretended to be frightened and stood up and grabbed Wuchen, who stood up for him.

"Senior brother, forget it. When I break through to the realm of gods in the future, I will find a suitable physical body to take it away. Today, I have settled the accounts with the three teachings. I don't know if this is what Uncle Shi means?"

The purple robe covered the bloody wound on the side, and walked straight to the Xuansheng Daoist, asking in a compelling tone. He calculated, as long as the Xuansheng Dao people killed the killer again, Wuchen and those elders in the Houshan Jedi would never sit idly by.

The Xuansheng Daoist took a look at the misty Qifeng Immortal Realm with his hands behind his back, raised his legs and walked towards the Heyun Palace, which appeared from time to time. He thought to himself, speaking of which, this is the first time I have set foot in Heyun Palace.

Wuchen saw that the Xuansheng Daoist ignored the purple robe, although he was annoyed in his heart, he still appeased the purple robe with the idea of calming things down, and then chased after him.

"Is it a raw pill? What is the use of the Terran immortal cultivator who has lost one ear. The purple robe said to himself, and casually threw the pill that exuded the fragrance of medicine into the grass.

He raised his head and looked at the back of the Xuansheng Daoist who was as relaxed as playing in the mountains and rivers, and there was an extra layer of murderous intent in his eyes that dared to be angry and did not dare to speak. Perhaps, in the heart of the Heavenly Cultivator Dharma King, the Xuan Sage Daoist is dead.

"Liu Quan, it's a pity that you have such a good skin. You have made sacrifices for me, then I will return your favor and bury you. As he spoke, the purple robe bent down and dragged Liu Quan's body to a large pit.

When the purple robe buried Liu Quan's body like a water bladder, he discovered the ruthlessness of the "Spirit Yuan Extermination" sword bundle of the Mixed Spirit Golden Immortal. The skin, which was intact on the outside, flowed out of the seven orifices with a mixture of flesh and blood at the slightest movement.

Although the Heaven Cultivator regarded the Terran immortal cultivators as ants, he was still ashamed of himself when he saw the means of self-cannibalism of the Terran kind. In their abyss realm, he may let his primordial spirit and body be destroyed together, and he will not let the dying people remain so undignified.

At this time, Bodhi realized what kind of trouble he had gotten into. If it was according to his past temperament, he would directly urge Yuan Li to explode the Xuanyang Immortal Mansion. But it didn't work today, because the teapot immortal mansion that was circulating with colorful light protection and prohibition made him realize that he had encountered a bone that was more difficult to gnaw than the two sect apologetic arrays.

The wind blew in the wilderness, and the dog's tail grass was as tall as a man, and it rolled like a sea. When the wisp of wind blew the blue-white Taoist robe and the dust, the Bodhi Taoist thoughtfully released his mind into the void.

"Zhenwu, I'm in a little trouble. I don't think I'll have a chance to fight you today. I'll go to the Xuanxuan Realm to find you another day. ”

The True Martial Monarch sitting on the Xuanwu Divine Beast opened his eyes and glanced in the direction where the Bodhi Daoist was, and a divine power clone immediately condensed out in the direction of the eye.

The divine power clone of the True Martial Lord looked at the Teapot Immortal Mansion that exuded strong Yuan Force fluctuations, and cast a rather sympathetic gaze at the Bodhi Daoist.

If this trick is called inviting you into the urn, then the Bodhi Taoist will be unlucky. Although he left Jun in the urn, he also stained himself with a piece of adhesive.

"Old friend Bodhi, you should make peace with the one in the Teapot Immortal Mansion. You should know who is behind him. Beware of messing with the figure behind him and getting your Bodhi Mountain into the furnace and burning it. ”

There are some exaggerated elements in the words, but they can be enough to explain the status of Hongjun Ancestor and Scattered Immortal Lu Lao'er in the Three Realms Immortal Cultivators. The iconic object of Hongjun Ancestor is the teapot immortal mansion. And Xuanyang Xianfu also has the same identity tag recognition role for Bodhi Taoists. Is there any other way for him to go besides peace talks?

It's just that when the big crocodile meets the big shark, who will take the initiative to take a step back?

Moreover, the Bodhi Daoist does not want to drop the price in front of the True Martial Maharaja. If this spreads, his prestige of mixing up a few catastrophes will be wiped out. After all, there was no way for an ancestral god who had just proved to be a mixed element, and there was no way to take a third-grade heavenly master who couldn't even survive the Heavenly Immortal Tribulation.

After the Bodhi Taoist sneered a few times, he began to send off the guests coldly. At this time, the deity Zhuang You and Ma Teng were playing a game of rock-paper-scissors in the thatched teahouse. They set a bet on winning or losing that the loser drinks a cup of tea.

"Rock-paper-scissors ......"

Zhuang You, the deity who got the hint from the little beast, guessed the small fist stretched out by Ma Teng very accurately. Ma Teng saw that he had lost, so without saying a word, he grabbed the tea on the stone table and drank it all.

Watching him pour Gan Yuanxin tea into his mouth with a painful face, the little beast was a little worried that he wouldn't be able to hold it anymore and would burst his stomach. So, it glanced at the gold-piercing armor and motioned for it to take Ma Teng's place.

Zhuang You, the deity, saw the little beast and the dumb language wearing gold armor in his eyes, and after a little calculation in his heart, he picked up Ma Teng from the stone chair. Before the little beast and the gold-clad beast could come to their senses, he emptied the horse and slapped him on the back with his hand.

"Wow-"

Ma Teng couldn't bear the heavy palm on his back, and spit out the Gan Yuan new tea that he drank in his mouth. In addition to that, among the filth that they spit out was a small sword with a jade luster.

This sword was handed over to Ma Teng before the Wuli Archway Destruction Tragedy. The name of the sword is Cun Guang Slash, which is forged from the thousand-year-old Xuanbing Jade, and after being instilled with Yuan Power by immortal cultivators, it can slash the heart and destroy the soul.

To a certain extent, this is also the reason why the cultivator appeared in the Wuli archway and wiped out the coefficient of hundreds of people in the Mafu. He wanted to find the Inch Light Slash and offer it to the Mixed Spirit Golden Immortal to gain more of his trust.

Who would have thought that he, as an alien race that invaded the Three Realms, had not counted those indigenous immortal cultivators after all. Fortunately, he also got the Zhenling Bead from Datang, a lay disciple of the Tianxuan Sect in the Qifeng Immortal Realm.

And the Yuan Shen of the King of Cultivating Heaven learned the information of the Inch Light Chop from the memory of the Tang Dynasty, so he returned the same way and went to the Wuli Archway. But to his surprise, not only did he not find any clues, but he almost died there.

Ma Teng saw the inch-wide slash that had been emptied, a little like a deflated ball, and he no longer had the strength to struggle and resist. He felt that Zhuang You put him on the ground, and when he saw him bending down and trying to pick up the inch, he couldn't help but scream and pounced.

Zhuang You realized that Ma Teng had misunderstood what he meant, and before he could explain, there was a heart-piercing pain on the back of his hand.

"Little brat, you're a dog. I mean well, do you know? This sword in your body will make your soul fly away. Did you say that your family's brains were eaten by dogs?"

The deity Zhuang You was a little angry and pushed away the innocent Ma Teng, covered the wound that was oozing blood, and then used the rainbow transformation technique to sweep towards Xiaoyinghu.

He wants to fetch some ancient firefly lake water to help Ma Teng heal the dark wounds that appear in his body. Before, when he summoned the Xuanmang Sword to cut the bundle of immortal ropes for himself, another sword intent was permeated in the teapot immortal mansion.

When he broke free from the shackles of the Bodhi Daoist and hid in the teapot immortal mansion, he sensed the breath of light slashing in Ma Teng's body under the guidance of the little babeast. So, he followed Ah Mo's advice and tricked Ma Teng into drinking a large amount of Ganyuan new tea in the name of playing games.

Then there was the scene where he slapped Ma Teng's back and forced out an inch. Although he didn't know what he was doing right or wrong, he didn't have greed for it. He knows that the blade of a divine soldier is virtuous, and he will get it. Among them, he also pays attention to the method of fate, just like his encounter with Xuanmang Sword.

"Drink this, little brat. Today, it wasn't me who summoned the Xuanmang Sword out of the Immortal Mansion, and you were fooled by you. If you can't get out, you'll die today. You say you're dead, why don't you seek revenge from your enemies? Besides, our enemies may be the same ......"

The deity Zhuang was talking in a rambling manner, completely forgetting that he was only facing an eight- or nine-year-old child. If it was in normal times, Ma Teng might still be coquettish in the love of his family.

"I don't drink, you're a bad person. Ma Teng looked at the ancient firefly lake water handed by Zhuang You, his small eyes were round, if his eyes could kill, he would definitely kill the person in front of him.

"Boom-"

The deity Zhuang You was about to walk over and pour the ancient firefly lake water into Ma Teng's mouth, but he felt that the teapot immortal mansion was under attack. He realized something, and although he was anxious, he still held back his mood, knocked Ma Teng unconscious, and poured some Hotaru Lake into his stomach.