"What do you mean by what you said?"

"It means, it means!"

Under such a simple provocation, the two became hostile.

It's just that such a high-intensity conversation talks about content that requires people to think about it before they can understand it.

Sui Yin didn't have the patience to think, let alone listen to their scoldings. All he wanted was a fight to the death:

"Thirty breaths."

"The evil spirit and the promise are more important than breaking the balance."

Broken down...

Don't mention Suijun to me!

Xu Xiaoshou was furious and slapped Dao Qiongtian: "At that time in Qingyuan Mountain, I wanted to kill you, but the Relic of God saved you so many times. Can't you commit suicide now...I have already done this to you. It’s no longer possible!”

Dao Qiongcang was stunned, covered his face and said in disbelief: "You can't stop shouting? Do you think you can believe His words?"

"He can't believe it, but can you and I believe it?"

"Do you believe that the priest decrees that all living beings should be equal? ​​I said it for thirty years before but you interfered and didn't believe it. Now it's up to you whether you believe it or not. This temple doesn't care!"

"Even if I want to believe you, you have been fishing here from beginning to end, and I am the only one fighting. How can you ask me to believe you? If I believe you, I might as well surrender to Sui Yin!"

"Okay, you go and submit to Suiyin, and I will leave the Siming Temple alone!"

"Si Ming Temple?"

"out!"

Zhen Yin was too lazy to hear the content of the unreasonable bickering, like a child's scolding:

"Twenty breaths."

He counts accurately.

As soon as he finished speaking, the two of them stopped talking at the same time.

The space path under Xu Xiaoshou's feet spiraled out: "I don't believe in evil. This third time, I can still enter the divine court!"

Dao Qiongcang rushed over and hung on Xu Xiaoshou's chest like a sloth, holding his head with his hands:

"Walk!"

Snap.

The space moves and no one can be seen.

In the Siming Temple, only one shoe fell after dancing in the sky, and then the silence returned.

The Evil God of Suiyin was really stunned.

He had thought that these two people might not kill each other.

But he could no longer imagine what variables existed in this god's ruins that would have kept these two alive if they had not fought.

"interesting."

With a flick of the brush, gray-purple mist poured out from the Siming Temple and reached the 18th level of the God's Ruins.

The evil god Sui Yin witnessed with his own eyes the two scurrying humans, hugging each other, abandoning their shields and the souls of their friends, and flying away.

They teleported to the passage from the eighteenth heaven to the first heaven.

They teleported in and reached the first heaven.

"ridiculous."

The Evil God Suiyin smiled, and the gray-purple mist surged and chased towards the first heaven.

As soon as he showed up, he saw the two people frozen in place, looking up at the sky, as if waiting?

"coming!"

Sure enough, evil spirits came out.

This time, Xu Xiaoshou's space disk did not move. Instead, he held his Dao Qiongcang hand and made a seal:

"Great Teleportation!"

Buzz.

An exhibition of the scrolls of the sky.

After seeing the two of them, the Evil God Suiyin didn't even sneer at them, and they disappeared.

He couldn't laugh anymore.

This is……

Are you playing?

Such an instantaneous coming and going, where else can I go in an instant, and can I suddenly emerge from the relics of God?

"etc!"

Suiyin Evil God suddenly shuddered, and the shoe that fell from Dao Qiongang in the Siming Temple flashed in his mind - how could he have any shoes left during the war?

He quickly returned to his defense.

But he rushed from the first heaven to the eighteenth heaven, and then entered the Siming Temple. He saw Dao Qiongcang holding the Thirty-six Divine Punishment Pillars array, and Xu Xiaoshou holding the Broken Jun Shield.

"Bye~"

Xu Xiaoshou waved to him with a bright smile, and once again led Dao Qiong out of the Siming Temple.

"impossible!"

The Evil God of Suiyin roared angrily and stopped pursuing him. He directly retraced his teachings.

As soon as I saw the "Ancestral God's Fate" handed from Xu Xiaoshou's hand to Dao Qiongcang, Dao Qiongcang went from pretending to be a holy ancestor to transforming into a holy ancestor...

The evil god of evil spirits is in a heavy mood and there is no need to watch it anymore.

No matter how much power the Holy Ancestor can exert, at least it can break through the time and space cycle of one breath, so there is absolutely no problem.

But……

How funny!

so funny!

What's the use of going around like this, just to get a shield and several broken souls?

As long as we can't get out of the ruins of God, everyone will die in the end!

The Evil God Sui Yin suppressed his irritable heart at being played by humans, and gray-purple mist poured out of the Siming Temple again.

This time...

Surprisingly, He didn't run away again.

The two of them even separated from the conjoined twins. Xu Xiaoshou held a shield and a halberd, looking proud of the world:

"Thirty breaths, right? Stop Him for thirty breaths, and then leave it to you... This is what you said, my way!"

Dao Qiongcang sat cross-legged on the ground, with his back to everything, making seals with his hands, and his expression was helpless:

"Don't you still believe me, my Xu?"

After finishing speaking, he pointed to the sky in the distance, pointing in the direction of the thirty-third heaven, and closed his eyebrows:

"Great God's Art!"
Chapter completed!