Some people are soft.

Someone is hard to eat.

But Su Yun... doesn't seem to eat it.

“There is one last chance.”

His eyes moved away from Wu Ying and fell on Gu Han who was still frowning and pondering. He said with a pun: "You, you must grasp it!"

Wu Ying's heart was trembling!

“Fellow Taoist…”

He looked sad and angry: "Do you know my origin?"

"Just a black crow."

Su Yun sneered: "What's there to show off?"

"you……"

After being seen through his true body, Wu Ying's face froze. He just endured the humiliation in his heart and said, "I have passed so many eras since my practice. It is not easy to be able to reach this point today and enter the Taixu Shenque. Do you really have no sympathy? If you want to destroy my cultivation, you must... kill all the people?"

"three!"

"Fellow Taoist, I have regretted it!"

"two!"

"I am willing to do my best to compensate the young master, how about I?"

“…”

Su Yun held his hands, but his eyes narrowed slightly and said quietly: "Ye!"

boom!

In an instant!

A vast and boundless wisp of murderous intent burst out from the corner of his eyes. The murderous intent was invisible and intangible, but at this moment it seemed to have been transformed, and it immediately dispelled the boundless gray mist, crushed countless strange unknown existences, and fell on Wu Ying!

His body trembled!

A bang!

The black feather cloak behind Wu Ying suddenly exploded and turned into broken black feathers one after another, scattering all over the world!

As for him... he has disappeared!

"Last, once!"

Su Yun spoke softly, just as he was about to chase after him, as if he had sensed something, he raised his eyebrows and suddenly glanced at the far distance, with a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"How many of them?"

"Why are you here? Tsk tsk... Is he still alive?"

Raise your hand slightly.

He was about to rescue him, but he seemed to have thought of something again, and he paused and gave up his original plan.

"Forget it."

"It may not be a disaster."

The words are over.

Whether it is the about to be broken, the figures of him and Gu Han suddenly disappeared into this nearly boundless grey mist!

At the same time.

Unending distance from this place, endless gray mist passed through a thick white bone, and then turned into one twisted and resentful face after another, scattered all over the world.

I don't know what kind of genus it is.

I don't know what kind of creature it is.

This bone is only more than ten feet long. Even though he has been dead for many years, the fierce aura emitted by the evil spirits is still far more than the corpses around him. The strange existences like sewing monsters lingered here for a long time, but they did not dare to get close to the half, so they could only retreat to another place.

I don't know how long it took.

Until the area returned to calm, the bones suddenly moved, and four figures walked out carefully.

The leader is two feet tall, majestic and extraordinary. The five-color feathers on his body slowly float with the flow of fog, making them beautiful.

Suddenly!

It is the Chongming that has not appeared for a long time!

Behind it.

A young man in a cloth clothes followed closely, with an ordinary appearance and a dazed head. When he looked closely, he was a little stupid, a little reckless, and a little stubborn. He was carrying a rusty iron sword on his back.

It’s Jun Wuwang!

Standing beside him was a middle-aged man with a deep abyss, with a strange and heavy feeling, and a domineering feeling. The boundless mist was infected by his momentum and faintly turned into the shape of an eight-armed magic figure.

Gu Tian!

Behind the two and one chicken was a middle-aged man with a handsome face and a majestic expression. He was wearing a black uniform, with a long beard and chest, and was elegant and elegant. Behind him, he was carrying two long swords with purple and green!

Natural.

It is the poet who is Mu Xinghe and Mu Da.

then.

Su Yi had exhausted his last power and sent them to the Great Chaos Realm. However, at that time he was about to fall, his strength was much weaker, and his direction was also deviated, causing three people and one chicken to wander in the cracks of chaos outside the world for many years. It was not until not long ago that he luckily came to the Great Chaos Realm.

only……

Before they could show their faces in the Great Chaos, they were swept into a chaotic tide and landed in this inexplicable world.

With their cultivation.

In such a strange world, it is naturally difficult to survive.

only……

Gu Tian understood the ultimate invincible way, abandoned the position of Demon Lord, and embarked on another unknown road. After coming here, he found that he could accidentally mobilize the corpses of the innate tribes and use a trace of the remaining power in it, and thus he lived to this day.

certainly.

Gu Tian's cultivation is too low after all. Even if he can mobilize the remaining power in those corpses, there is not much. Therefore, they have been hiding here in Tibet for many years, and they have always faced a life-and-death crisis and have lived extremely difficult.

"Are you leaving?"

Chongming's eyes turned over, looked around, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

“What a pity…”

Jun Wuwang also sighed, reached out and touched the iron sword behind him, as if he was a little regretful.

"What a pity!"

Chongming said angrily: "If you hadn't tried how powerful those ghosts were, we would have been forced here?"

"Just Mr. Chicken."

Jun Wuwang thought for a while and said seriously: "According to my deduction, if I draw the sword, there is a chance of hurting them in one in ten thousand."

Chongming: "?"

Looking at the Xuantian ancestor who had lived in front of him for countless years and still had no change in his original intention and had a rough journey to the end, he suddenly felt a little tired and had the urge to make great wishes and give his brain to the other party.

"Fool! You should be better..."

"well!"

Before it could finish its words, a faint sigh suddenly sounded!

moment!

Whether it is Chongming or Gu Tianjun Wuwang, they all looked at Mu Xinghe with a strange look!

Here comes!

It's coming again!

It was like a mountain torrent bursting, like a flying flow down. The poet's heart was full of poetry and was in a state of difficulty, and it was impossible to suppress it. He did not wait for the two of them to speak, and a poem was already chanted by him.

"The sword energy once reached the sky, but now it is almost a pity to the danger."

"At the moment of life and death, the soul is about to be broken, and blood stains the heavens will be hard to cut off."

"After the disaster, I feel sad and face the moon, where is the road ahead?"

"The mountains and rivers are far away and there is shock, and the lonely shadow is cold and the wind is in the middle of the night."

After reciting a poem.

Mu Xinghe felt moved when he touched the scenery, and he felt that the world was vast, the future was lonely, and the future was bleak, and he couldn't help but sigh.

The two of them sighed.

No matter how good the rice is, I will get tired of eating too much, and no matter how good the scenery is, I will get tired of reading too much. As for Mu Xinghe's poem... I won't talk about the good or bad, it's true that I suffer a lot.

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.
Chapter completed!