When Ye Zhiqiu was still dormant and wanted to wait patiently for Jun Jianyu and others to stay away and fight for a time difference, Su Xian and the other two had already crossed the two cities and arrived at the border town where Pang Dejun was located.

The headquarters of the Diyin Gang was exposed unexpectedly, and the gang retreated in panic. Qin Feng was also the same, but Pang Dejun looked meaningless. He could not leave. The beam of light on his body was too swaying and could not hide it anywhere. So he sat withered in the dark ground, listening to the dripping sound of water dripping underground, dingdong, staring at the silent tunnel with his eyes curled up, and then looking up at the sky through the broken hole. The formation seemed to have cast a dark curtain on this area, with stars on the cloth creating a quiet atmosphere late at night.

The city is noisy and bustle, Pang Dejun eliminates distracting thoughts, his heart is empty and he does not hear external sounds, and it seems incompatible with the world.

Quietly, the two sides met, Su Xian's eyes over the border town moved, Pang Dejun sat like a bronze bell, his face was unwavering and could not be struck by lightning.

This is a collision of divine thoughts!

At this point, the radius of ten thousand meters was covered by a vast ocean of golden light. Below the golden light, there was a red circle with a small range and weak fluctuations. This was Pang Dejun's divine thought.

"Cha block the neighborhood and expel the people. Those who are close to you will be killed without any attention." Su Xian did not send a voice, his eyes were deep, and he turned his head and ordered He Tuyun.

Although He Tuyun didn't know the strongest man in the dynasty, he knew that this person was extraordinary. Even Shang Wanguan's cultivation was not as good as him. Then his demon sect was a burden. After Momo, the demon palace appeared behind He Tuyun. The power of the demon sect spread out. The three-headed demon sect formed a three-legged tripod, standing in all directions, surrounding the place where Pang Dejun was, which also shocked a group of ants that were protruding their heads and minds.

When He Taeyun left, Su Xian sent a message and asked, "Brother Fat, what level are you in the Demon Sect?"

"The Fourth Level of the Demon Sect." Shang Wanguan's expression was not very serious. After all, the merchant always pursued peace and made money, and he did not take action on this trip. He was quite surprised when he saw that Pang Dejun was the highest demon cultivation in the formation. He thought of many people, but he didn't expect that he was this unknown scattered cultivator in the Southern Wilderness.

"Okay. I'll trouble Fat Brother to restrain him later. I will destroy him with my divine thoughts." Su Xian nodded.

Shang Wanguan was a little confused, as if the monk was confused and asked in confusion: "Why is this? At this moment of crisis, it is not rational to provoke a hidden strong man for no reason?"

Su Xian smiled faintly, without explanation, his body was tall and surrounded by starlight. When he stepped on the void, he immediately narrowed the distance with Pang Dejun. This was no longer the safe distance between two strangers. Pang Dejun was not wood. He frowned in the dark, his voice was loud, and he was filled with an irritable urge to focus on the fire-attribute demon cultivator, and shouted: "Little brother, don't get closer. Otherwise, the old man would not be polite."

Standing dozens of meters away, Su Xian looked down at the thin figure still sitting cross-legged in the deep ditch, his lips curled up, and smiled disdainfully, and said arrogantly: "Pang Dejun, you are afraid you are old and confused? Thirty years ago, when the deep coral trench, my old friend came to search for you, and I will give you an opportunity to have you who you are today. After I am an old friend, how dare you speak to me like this?"

Shang Wanguan put away a businessman's standard smile and was confused when he listened.

Underground, Pang Dejun looked up in shock and floated up in the air, with his eyes on his guard, and did not bow down, but asked cautiously: "How do you prove it?"

"I prove you a hammer! An ungrateful person can reward you in his early years, and today he will naturally be able to take it back on behalf of my father. If you achieve a little success, you will forget the fish. Do you think our Situ family is so good to bully? Isn't it? I'm so old man, take your life!" When facing each other, Su Xian seemed to have suffered humiliation, his eyes were red, and the golden ocean suddenly condensed.

After saying that, the storm came. It was an invisible storm. Ordinary people didn't notice it and only felt that the wind and smoke were clean. People in the center, namely Shang Wanguan and Pang Dejun, looked up one after another, and saw a breathtaking eye full of vicissitudes and sensational eyes appear in the golden storm's eyes. The eyes are no different from human eyes. The eyelids and pupils are constructed from divine thoughts. The rest left a blank space and gave it to the dark night for background filling.

Middle-grade sect technique, the eyes of the soul travelers!

This eye quietly stared at Pang Dejun's divine thoughts. Suddenly, Pang Dejun felt a slight wafting under his feet, dazzling, as if an inexplicable toxin was slowly penetrated his divine thoughts, everywhere, constantly numbing his perceptions. While his heart was sighing, Pang Dejun was behind him.

A fire-red demon palace appeared, and the fire-de feathered bird flew out as it screamed. The flames lit up the sky. The flames on the wings were rhythmic like an elf. With a violent blow, the flames swept out of the air and attacked Su Xian fiercely.

Huh!

Next to him, Shang Wanguan took action at the same time. A dark blue cat appeared on its shoulder and opened its small mouth. A small diamond gem appeared in front of Su Xian. The gem scattered with a dark blue light. When the fire formed two portals, it pressed towards Su Xian, and touched the gem. A gust of light exploded in an instant. The gem suddenly turned into a light curtain in front of Su Xian. The light curtain was as smooth as water, and sparks splashed on it as if immersed in an icy pool, leaving only hissing sounds, which easily resolved Pang Dejun's offensive.

"Benefactor, show mercy!" Seeing that the attack failed, Pang Dejun gave up resistance in the blink of an eye, riding on Huode Feather Bird, shouting anxiously.

Su Xian did not really take action, but instead moved the sea of ​​spirit, a ghost thief gathered lightly and quietly penetrated into Pang Dejun's spiritual sea.

In an instant, Pang Dejun's eyes moved slightly and he smiled bitterly, as if he noticed that an inexplicable creature was rooted in his spiritual sea, but he did not resist and made a gesture of surrender.

Through the ghost thief, Su Xian discovered Pang Dejun's spiritual sea, which was a red world as passionate as the scorching sun.

"Okay! Pang Dejun, his wings are hard, and he has quietly cultivated to the fifth level of divine consciousness. No wonder he has the courage to fight with me." Su Xian raised his lips and continued to sarcastically.

After mocking her, Su Xian added another ghost thief in, just in case, he was afraid that Pang Dejun would resist.

The corners of Pang Dejun's mouth began to twitch. Are you trying to kill me?

Shang Wanguan was speechless, his face was solemn, and he watched the change, thinking that this was all about what, are you really Su Xian?

Why did he become a junior of the Situ family again in a blink of an eye?

Are you confusing me or confusing Pang Dejun?

However, when Shang Wanguan saw Pang Dejun surrender so easily, it seemed that what Su Xian said was not false. He felt a little sad and thought quietly: So I am the real victim?

In the air, Pang Dejun showed a sad face, his red robe was indescribable strangeness, and he bowed repeatedly, making his old bones cry silently, but he didn't dare to complain on the surface, and said respectfully: "Oh. Master Situ, how dare I, old man! Isn't this a subconscious reaction? Whoever was beaten and didn't want to repay the first one! Did the old man regret it after he finished paying it back?"

Upon hearing this, Su Xian's eyes darkened, and tears suddenly flashed, and Shang Wanguan and Pang Dejun were stunned again.

What's wrong with him?

Didn’t you still have a strong spirit a second ago?

Could it be that I was moved by Old Man Pang's sincerity?

Not so...

Shang Wanguan curled his lips. No matter how he looked at the old man's reaction, he felt that the matter was becoming more and more bizarre. He stood beside him with his hands behind his back and could only change his expression, and he had no possibility of interrupting a word.

"Five years ago, my father left, the trees fell and the money scattered, the Situ family fell, and I left the country alone with the family mission. Before closing my eyes, my father told me that he had planted a seed in the deep coral trench, and now it is time to take root and shoot. He asked me to come and find you and you will repay your kindness. Now, haha, was it because my father deceived me, or was it because you, Pang Dejun, betrayed your faith?" At the end, Su Xian wiped the flash of his eyes, his face became hard, stiff and cold again, and said in a cold voice.

Pang Dejun's face turned solemn. After hearing the bad news, he no longer saw flattery again. He looked solemn. After sighing, he asked, "Is there any proof?"

Su Xian’s eyes are too long, do you still have the face to prove it?

Hearing the sound, Su Xian was about to take action again. Pang Dejun struggled loudly and said, "Wait! Master Situ, you may not know anything. I had agreed with your father that my younger generation would come to find the token, but now you will do it as soon as you meet, without any silence. How can I know whether what you said is true or false? If it is true, I, Pang Dejun, swear to repay this kind of kindness to the death. If it is false..."

"Token? Before leaving, my father only said that he would accept you as a slave, but he never mentioned any tokens." After being called off, Su Xian murmured, revealing a confused look.

Pang Dejun was also confused and sighed depressed.

What do you care about?

!

Why did I become a slave?

Suddenly, Su Xian seemed to have a sense of thought, clapped his hands excitedly, his eyes lit up, and suddenly realized: "Token! For many years, I have ignored a certain sentence in my father's last words, and it turns out that's what it means!"

Pang Dejun almost burst into tears. Is there really a token?

Su Xian took out a skeleton from the storage ring. The bones were thick and cold. There was a glimmer of spiritual light on it. Su Xian put it upright and stood strangely on the clouds. His eyes were empty and dark, and he was still deep. His height was great and mighty, without any flesh and blood, leaving only a majestic skeleton that made people kneel down.

When Pang Dejun's eyes touched this skeleton, his decayed body trembled violently, and a tremor appeared in his eyes. Then he glanced at Su Xian, who was narrowing his eyes, as if he was talking to himself. He was happy and recalled: "My father once said that after he died, don't bury his bones. Instead, wait for the flesh and blood to dry up, with a skeleton containing a trace of spirituality to travel around the world. Remember to hang a few sticks of incense and give a few meals of wine and meat every year. If you meet a devout person with a heart, you will kneel down and bow three times. The meaning will be seen. There will be a descendant of great fortune. But I kneel down every year, but I will never be able to pass on the true meaning..."

The more Su Xian spoke, the more gloomy Pang Dejun's face became, and his mouth seemed to be stitched up by thread, and his expression was shriveled. Finally, he ushered in a silence. He had an electric shock in his eyes and said angrily: "Enough! Su Xian, have he played enough?"

"Don't! Pang Dejun, as a slave, why didn't you come forward and bow three times? Have you forgotten my father's great kindness? As the saying goes, the grace of a drop of water can be repaid with a spring of water. What's more, just a few simple kneeling salutes." Su Xian's face did not change, he narrowed his eyes slightly and sneered.

Shang Wanguan breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, this guy was still named Su Xian.

"When did you recognize me?" Pang Dejun stared at Su Xian and asked, regardless of Su Xian's nonsense.

Su Xian put away his smile, sighed sadly, and said in a low voice: "The bones have spirits, and there are guidance in the dark."

"The spiritual light on the skeleton of the Demon Sect cannot last forever. The halo is immortal, which means that it has a will. So, this is the reason why you have been wandering around the Qiankun Dynasty? To complete the will of the demon cultivator?" Pang Dejun said wisely.

Su Xian's face was dull, without being shocked, without being ashamed of being touched by the idea, but said quietly: "I don't want it either. The heavenly secrets rotate, from the Great Thousand Dynasty to this point, everything is a fixed number."

Pang Dejun snorted coldly and scolded, "Stop talking nonsense! I know you are clever and fool Fan Wenhao in Huangshou City. I am not that idiot! I know that Qin Tianyang has resentment, I don't understand it at all, and I can't even get the clues about you. But I know everything about this bone. The so-called kneeling is Qin Tianyang's will, right? But if I don't kneel, or I am not pious, or I would rather die than surrender, you will never be able to complete this will and will not get the page of ancient books in the storage ring. You are destined to be false, right?"

"So, let's talk! Don't go around anymore. We are not enemies at all, but Qin Tianyang, the only one who has a grudge against me. I believe there is no eternal enemy, only eternal interests."

At the end, Pang Dejun's tone gradually eased, like an old man in his twilight words, with an unknown fatigue hidden in his heart and a distant look.
Chapter completed!