"Tell me, kid, how did you do it?"

The sacred saint raised his snow-white neck slightly, and looked down at him with a sacred meaning, which reminds people of the white snow falling from the mountains.

Those eyes were determined and mad.

Xia Ji chuckled.

Bend down and grab a scattered hardwood stick at will.

"Come and try it."

He took a deep breath, "The air in the world is so fresh."

After saying that, he walked forward step by step.

The long stick swayed back and forth along his walk.

Little Delan: "Do you want to blaspheme me? It's blasphemy to attack me, and blasphemy to blaspheme me is blasphemy to my God. Have you thought about it, child?"

In her expression, there was a mysterious flow.

The silver-white magic robe in his body was automatically without wind, and the whole person rose up like a wind.

Before she could finish her words, Xia Ji had already started running.

"Hahaha! Let's talk about it after you fight."

Little Delan: "Ignorance."

Nothing was seen, behind her, a puppet shadow made of lightning and red eyes appeared.

An invisible connection was created between her and the puppet.

She raised her hand and "impose a lightning punishment."

A palm-sized lightning appeared between Xiao Delan's palms.

These lightnings were transmitted to the puppet and instantly turned into a thunder cloud.

Little Delan threw it out and after doing all this, she turned around.

There is nothing to keep watching.

What a pity, this kid.

Xia Ji raised his left hand and a small flame puppet appeared behind him.

This flame is the black fire that burns the fragments of space.

The black fire directly opened a mask, and the thunder clouds fell wildly, but they were always knocked out.

The aura where Xia Ji was was also completely separated by the black fire cover.

The space around him is in a state of anxiety, and he will naturally not be perceived by anyone in the space.

"Hahaha!!"

The boy grinned and smiled.

He ran away at the speed of a mortal.

Little Delan couldn't hear the footsteps.

The distance between the two is only a hundred meters.

After a few breaths, Xia Ji had already arrived behind Xiao Delan.

The hardwood sticks were cut out.

Little Delan felt the waves of air coming, and then he instinctively rushed forward.

Xia Ji's stick was gone because of this, but he was not panicked, nor did he pursue it. Instead, he smiled and twisted his neck, waiting for Xiao Delan to stand again.

The saint of the White Night's Holy Court turned around suddenly, with a little more gloomy eyes in their blurred eyes. They looked at the black fire cover around the boy, and showed a shock: "You can actually turn the flames outside the train into puppets?"

Xia Ji said: "Are you too timid, or are you not teaching enough?"

As he said that, he rushed over.

This sentence exploded in the holy lady's ears.

What's the meaning?

What position does this child say this?

After a brief distraction, the hardwood iron rod came to the front again.

The speed was extremely fast, so fast that she could not cast any puppet magic.

But the Saint is not an ordinary woman without any power.

In an instant, she fell slightly and drew a long dagger with gems inlaid from the silver magic robe.

brush!

The dagger is unsheathed.

The long stick collided with the dagger.

But the long stick avoided the sharp blade of the dagger and directly hit the back of Xiao Delan's hand.

The saint looked at the stick.

She could clearly see clearly, but time seemed to have become very slow at this time, so slow that even if she saw it, she could not react at all.

This is a stick in Suding.

Bang!

Her back of her hand numb, her five fingers loosened, and the long dagger fell to the ground with a jingle.

After another reaction, the long stick had already pressed directly on her eyebrows, and as long as it thrust forward, it could penetrate her head.

Little Delan opened her mouth wide, and her delicate red lips were as if she could stuff her cherries.

The picture is frozen for a moment.

In the 999th carriage of the Eternal Train of Doomsday, the boy smiled and pressed his long stick against the saint's eyebrows, but the saint half-kneeled in surprise.

"Okay, now you can say it."

Xia Ji smiled and walked forward two steps, holding up Xiao Delan's chin with his left index finger.

His long stick had been removed. Little Delan could fight back at this time, but the strong spirit and mysterious connections of the boy opposite made her unable to make any counterattack.

"Why are you so weak? Why are you so weak as the last saint of the White Nightmare Court for millions of years?"

Xia Ji questioned.

Little Delan didn't dare to look at his eyes and lowered his head slightly.

Xia Ji: "Answer me! Why are you so weak?"

He suddenly began to recite the words in the White Negative Bible. These words were constructed together and would become a new understanding of the law. He recited dozens of them in one breath.

Little Delan's eyes were getting brighter and brighter.

Xia Ji: "Can you read a good book? The books are so clear, will you use your power? If you give it to you, it won't be useful?"

Xiao Delan felt a little wronged. Is this a god playing a word game?

Who would have thought that the last four words in Chapter 1 and the six words at the beginning of the sixteenth to last chapter could be formed? And it’s not a joke?

But no matter what, the Saint had already noticed the boy's extraordinaryness.

"You...you must be the reincarnation of a great saint, right? Are you a great senior?" Xiao Delan made an inference.

Xia Ji was stunned.

No wonder I didn't find it, it was really blind.

But he didn't care, so he didn't comment.

"Insert Bai Jue into the White Omen Holy Court. With the things I just taught you, you no longer need to create puppets through entities."

Little Delan whispered: "Yes, senior."

She already understood that since Bai Jue knew so many secrets, it is naturally impossible to put them back after 500 layers, so let's go here.

...

...

Safety carriage.

"Please let me go to the 104 carriages in seven days. I have long wanted to experience the life of the carriage at the end. Now there is a vacancy there, and I just happened to make up for it."

"Prince Chuan, are you thinking about the pair of sisters next door? The names are Susu and Sakurako?"

"How is that possible?"

Everything in the carriage presents the decoration of a high-end study.

A man in black with a majestic expression was looking at the boy in a shirt sitting opposite him.
To be continued...