"Damn, cheat daddy!" Song Si was extremely angry, "Don't let me know your name! Take my blood and don't even give any benefits, what kind of senior is it! I will have to get this account back sooner or later!"

"Little friend, don't be surprised, don't be angry, you have already accepted the gift of the poor road. Poor Dao Dao No. Zi Xiao, goodbye to fate!hahaha!" The voice of the purple-clothed Daoist seemed to come from outside the sky, Song Si looked blankly in all directions, no one paid attention to him, obviously this was transmitted to him alone.

Suddenly remembered the jade flute on his waist, which was engraved with the word "purple flute", Song Si was happy in his heart, this is definitely a good baby, maybe it is a fairy baby, it has to be hidden!

"The manner in which this man behaved and at ease was far beyond what we could match! This real person's gestures, vaguely more immortal charm, incomparably mysterious, incomprehensible. Zhang Tianshi, what do you think?" Qingyang Zhenren waved the dust and turned to look at Zhang Tianshi.

"I once spied on the ink treasures left by the ancestor when he ascended, and the immortal spirit rhyme is far from being comparable to this real person. Unfathomable, unfathomable!" Zhang Tianshi said.

"The migration affairs of this Demon Domain are complicated, so I will leave here!" Yan Wuxin turned around and picked up Ye Guhong and walked away. For this group of so-called righteous people, they are really unaccustomed to being unintentional. If it weren't for the presence of great sages like Yi Shuitu, she would have left directly after the mysterious purple-clothed Taoist disappeared.

"Fellow Daoists, the Poor Dao Southern Sect still has important matters to deal with, farewell!" Zhang Xujing held the Dao fan, glanced at Song Si with a smile, and turned into a purple rainbow and left.

"Nanzong Zhang Zhenren has actually reached the realm of Huahong!" Chengzhi exclaimed, but unfortunately no one made such a fuss as him. Either everyone present has also reached the realm of Huahong, or they take care of their own face and don't want to show too much.

However, this is far different for Song Si, he personally beat Zhang Xujing to a serious injury, and then was taken away by Jingming Zhenren. If not, why didn't Zhang Xujing take revenge on him or punish him a little.

Yi Shuitu said: "Although the Kunlun Realm is opened, there must be a lot of ancient relics and demon beasts in it, so it's best for you to team up and take precautions." Farewell, please!"

"Thank you Daxian for the warning, please!"

"Daehyun, please!"

"Daehyun, please!

......

After a while, the people around him walked away, leaving Song Si alone to look at the huge stone plate in a daze, and now, as long as he stood up, he could enter Kunlun Xujing and see a different kind of wonderful world.

It's really annoying to go in or not to go in. Song Si quickly abandoned this question, took out the map of the Western Regions, found his location, and turned around to leave.

The sound of horses' hooves, the dust and sand rolling, the army of Jinyiwei and Dongchang came directly to the valley of death.

Song Si frowned slightly, and his sword momentum converged,

Xichang Gonghua Zijin jumped down from his horse, looked around, and said, "Daoist Song Si, the imperial court has lifted your wanted warrant, so you don't need to be so vigilant about our family." ”

"Hua Zijin, you !!" Lin Zhifeng, the overseer of the West Factory, was half-lying on the frame and vomiting blood, and he was suppressed by the two of Hanyanshui and Merry Shadow, which stabilized his injury.

The moment he saw Song Si, Lin Zhifeng wanted to order Song Sige to be killed, but he didn't expect the Gonghua Zijin of the West Factory to come out and stir up the situation, ruining his plan.

"Say, what's the matter?" Song Si glanced at the neat Jinyi guards behind Hua Zijin, Wang Chenglong, Wu Huanxue, Wang Li, etc., they were all masters who were not injured in the battle in Longmen that day, if they fought, I am afraid that he would be the one who suffered. But if it really starts, Song Si is not afraid, at least he can run away.

After seven days of cultivation, most of his injuries have healed, and he is sitting on a black horse at the moment, looking at Song Si, not knowing what he is thinking.

"Has that Cunzài opened the passage here?" Hua Zijin looked in awe when he mentioned the word "that", obviously, he was referring to the shameless purple-clothed Taoist.

As soon as he thought of the purple-clothed Daoist, Song Si felt a nameless anger in his heart, why did he want to take his blood, seven drops of fingertip blood, it was easy to say, but in fact it was more painful than taking seven drops of heart blood, it was really hateful!

The most hateful thing is that the female demon head of the Demon Domain was unintentional, and she arrested him without saying a word, and let him be treated so rudely for no reason, without even saying anything, she simply regarded him as a guinea pig that could be used at any time.

"It's open, it's this stone plate, it's open in March, three days at a time. Open it now, and you can enter the Kunlun Void Realm by standing on it. Song Si replied.

As soon as the words fell, three figures rushed out from behind the two huge rocks and landed directly on the stone plate, which was the dragon wine wine, Xu Chen, and Yan Xi from the Longmen Black Shop.

"There will be a period later, my sister is waiting for you inside, hahaha!" Long Jiujiu smiled at the sky, and disappeared on the stone plate with Xu Chenye and Yan Xi.

"Thank you!" Hua Zijin turned around and said, "Lord Rebellion, Lord Lin, there is a lot of labor for you here."

Gonggong Lin snorted coldly, waved his hand, and let a team of masters from the West Factory come out, and at the same time, he waved his hand, and let a team of Jinyi Wei masters come out, a total of one hundred and twenty people, and began to camp around the stone plate.

"You are here to register the origin and name of the person who has entered the Kunlun Void Realm, and you must not conflict with others. Hua Zijin ordered.

"My lord, what if it's a Japanese or a tartar?"

"Release!"

"Yes!"

I really don't know what's the good thing to go inside? Song Si shook his head and walked in the direction of Tianshan Mountain.

Looking at Song Si, who turned to leave, he was very puzzled, martial artists practice martial arts not to strengthen their physique and prolong their lives, but to gain strong strength. At this time, entering the Kunlun Void Realm was an opportunity to lead to a higher realm of martial arts, and even to obtain a chance to ascend to the immortal realm, but he actually gave up, which is puzzling. I can't see through Song Si anymore, is this the chosen one?

Gonggong Lin, the overseer of Dongchang, was slightly happy in his heart, he was afraid that Song Si would enter the Kunlun Void Realm, and he didn't know where to look for revenge in the future, and if he didn't go in now, there would be a lot of opportunities to kill him in the future.

Along the way, Song Si met many hospitable Uyghurs and ** people, and if there were people with family difficulties, he would leave some silver taels as a thank you.

Along the way, he also saw a small number of malicious villains, for these people, Song Si did not show the slightest mercy, they were all killed with a sword.

After killing groups of robbers and robbers, Song Siruo realized, yes, didn't he see those robbers and robbers as ants?

Is it just to survive? There are many ways to survive, so why choose this one?

With the long sword in his hand, Song Si was stunned for a while, and he didn't know how to swing the sword? However, when he encountered these robbers and robbers, Song Si still killed them with a sword.

Song Si told himself over and over again in his heart that no matter how he swung his sword, he could start with the right heart.

Yes, that's right, if he also becomes a so-called master like Yan Wuxin one day, will he still be himself?

When the night fell again, Song Si found a leeward rocky place in the uninhabited wilderness, opened a stone cave with a sword that could be rested, lit a pile of firewood, looked at the lonely bright starry sky, recalled the past and present life, and thought about the future.

This life is spent in travel, which may also be a good choice, as for the ascension to immortals, what is the point of that empty dream?

The loss of his previous life made him know how to cherish the present.

Alone, in a world that no one knows, very lonely, very lonely. Song Si got up, came to the extinguishing fire, added a few dead branches, and stirred the burning fire to make the flame rise again.

The dead branches of the flames rattled, and the faint fragrance of the trees wafted out and diffused in the air, making Song Si feel very peaceful, and he liked this feeling.

The sound of rustling footsteps sounded, Song Si didn't look up, just looked at the beating flames in front of him, enjoying the warmth of the cold night.

"This Daoist, do you mind if I rest here for a while?" A rough voice sounded, and the person who came was a middle-aged man, with thick tendrils on his face, and two scars interlaced under his right eye, which looked very hideous and terrifying.

The big man was wearing a fur coat made of unknown animal skin, which was very sturdy, showing off his tall and burly figure.

"This face is broken, if it disturbs the Taoist, I will apologize here first. The big man bowed to Song Si and saluted.

"Sit down. Song Si picked up firewood and made the flame burn bigger.

"Thank you, may the Kunlun God bless you!" the middle-aged man patted his clothes, put down the package, and sat on a stone near the fire.