That's right, it was definitely the innate Gengjin sword energy left by his Zhuxian Sword. How could Mao Xiaoling have it on his arm? The fat man's pupils suddenly tightened to the extreme, and the Jue Xian Sword in his hand fell to the ground. After Mao Xiaoling heard it, he turned his head and looked in the direction of the fat man. The fat man hurriedly picked up the Jue Xian Sword from the ground. After thinking for a moment, he walked calmly and calmly towards Mao Xiaoling.

"Xiao Ling, what's wrong with the sword wound on your arm?" The fat man asked quietly, and said this sentence, in Mao Xiaoling's heart, it was like a shocking stone. Mao Xiaoling immediately stretched out his left hand to cover the white mark and replied in a panic: "This is what I accidentally scratched when I was on the way today, it's nothing big."

The fat man's face became more and more serious: "Really? Why do I feel like I was scratched by my flying sword?"

Mao Xiaoling was panicked, with a look of at a loss on his face, his eyes were red, his eyes were filled with tears, he turned his head and kept crying. When he raised his head, he was already tearful, and his pear blossoms were raining. His beautiful and beautiful face looked lonely, and he looked at the fat man calmly, with a sad face. Tears slid down from his face one by one. Mao Xiaoling saw that the fat man discovered the truth, and there was no need to hide it anymore: "Brother Fat, this was scratched by your flying sword in that town during the day. I am Mao Xiaoling, the daughter of Mao Xiaofang, the Mao family's demon-removing Taoist, during the Xianfeng period, because

Assist my father to kill the zombies that were raging our hometown at that time. After being bitten by the zombies, my father was sealed in the ancestral tomb of my Maojiazhuang. After the end of the world, the world changed drastically and I was able to escape. Over the past hundred years, I absorbed endless chaotic evil spirits underground. As soon as I got out of bed, I naturally evolved to the cultivation level of Drought. Every seven or eight days, I would become lost in my mind, become fierce, and show my true body of Drought. At that time, I could not control my behavior."

The fat man felt his heart hurt and felt very uncomfortable, and said, "So, you put it in the Tiandao Mercenary Group at that time. That's right. Drought is the master of fire. What is the power of the Tiandao Mercenary? What is the number one you killed in the town today?" The fat man felt that he was depressed and had no way to vent his anger. Looking at Mao Xiaoling, his eyes were so cold that he could freeze people to death.

Mao Xiaoling looked at the fat man and felt ache in his heart. In the end, he discovered that he was a drought-bag. After all, he still wanted to leave him? Thinking of this, Mao Xiaoling said sadly: "Brother Fatty, my family Maojiazhuang was destroyed by the hands of the Tiandao Mercenary Group in one day. I avenge the tribe members and destroy his entire mercenary group, right? The bad mercenaries killed in the town were because they wanted to be flirted with me. I had to kill them in order to protect myself. Besides, I could hardly control myself at that time. I was blocked by those bad guys several times when I left. You know the final result."

The fat man almost shouted: "Even if these people have reasons to die, then, what are the places that all the people in Nanning City should die, kill and destroy? It is worth letting you take action to destroy the people in this city? You said"?

Mao Xiaoling subconsciously took a step back, shook his head, and looked at the fat man firmly: "It's not me, it's not me who burned Nanning City, it's not me?"

"Not you? Don't tell me that there is a second drought in this world. Xiaoling, tell me why the people from a city were destroyed? You said?" The fat man's expression was a little excited, and he shouted out in pain.

Mao Xiaoling's heart flashed through his father's kind and gentle face, and then the evil image of the drought-ba transformed by his father in the sky above Nanning City appeared in his heart again. Mao Xiaoling's eyes flashed, and the heavens and man in his heart were constantly fighting. Finally, he turned his head, got up and ran out of the Daotong of the demon-refining pot.

The fat man's Qingping sword and Zhu Xian sword appeared in the air in an instant, and turned into two sword lights in one spin. He was about to rush behind Mao Xiaoling. For some reason, the fat man couldn't make a move in the end. He sighed and watched Xiaoling run out of the passage in the space inside the kettle.

"Why, why? Why is Xiaoling so beautiful and kind girl, she is actually a droughty girl with blood in her hands? Old man, why?" The fat man roared to the sky a little crazy, shouted and complained to the old man in the system.

"Fatty, everything is fate, no matter how you practice cultivation, it is just to seek freedom and freedom. In practice, I swallow the so-called golden elixir, and my life is not by heaven. What I pursue is a fate controlled by myself and not by anything external. This is the true meaning of cultivation. And sword cultivators must use the sword in their hands to break through these numerous obstacles, strengthen their original heart, and pursue the great way in their hearts. Xiaoling is a good child, you can't wrongly accuse others." The old man in the system sighed and said to the fat man.

"Fatty, the host mission, destroy the twelve demon gods Red Lotus Against the Heavenly Formation set up by Droughthorn in 100,000 mountains, and prevent Droughthorn from using the power of the earth veins to cultivate the Red Lotus Karma Fire. The mission is successful, and the host's experience is rewarded with 3 million experiences, 300,000 merit points, and 300,000 merit points. If the mission fails, the 100,000 mountains will turn into an immortal volcano, and the entire southern land will become a land of purgatory. The host's cultivation level has fallen to the first level, and the task time is half a month." The old man of the system just finished his sigh in his heart, and then released a new savior mission to the fat man.

After hearing this task, the fat man looked full of unbelievable demons. This is the twelve demons, the Red Lotus Against the Heavens Formation, using the fire of the earth veins to practice the magical power of the red lotus karma fire. Mao Xiaoling is really cruel. He even ignored the safety of several southern provinces and forced the fire of the earth veins. Is this the lively and cheerful Mao Xiaoling in his heart?

I would like to sacrifice the Jue Xian Sword to refine the life sword weapon first, otherwise the innate two-character sword formation would not be able to be used, but I did not have the innate Lihuo spirit in my hand. Otherwise, as long as I was sacrificed and refined, the Jue Xian Sword could reach the same level as the Zhu Xian Sword Qingping Sword.

As if he could guess what the fat man thought, the old man in the system told the fat man a piece of news that the innate Lihuo Spirit was in the body of the first drought after the end of the world. As long as the fat man could kill the drought man, the innate Lihuo Spirit could be successfully brought into his hands. The fat man thought of Mao Xiaoling's cheerful personality and his usual words together, and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart and decided secretly that he would suppress her so that Mao Xiaoling would not harm the world any more.

With the experience of sacrificing the first two swords, the fat man successfully refined the Juexian Sword in three or five seconds, and successfully turned the sword into his third natal sword weapon. A small sword with red lights all over his body and flames rose about an inch long was slit by the fat man's mouth and was put into the purple palace for subsequent warmth and sacrifice. The destination of this Juexian Sword was announced.

The fat man came out of the space inside the pot, raised his sword light, and rushed towards Nanning City, which had just been burned by the dry bar. After a while, the tragic situation of the entire Nanning City was in the eyes of the fat man. The fat man slowed down at a low speed and slowly flew around the sword. Most of the Nanning City was burned into white by the dry bar's flame magic. Only a building in the south of the city was preserved because of the fat man's actions and was not destroyed by the flames. The fat man saw an acquaintance among the helpless people on this ground in the air. The fat man quickly pressed the sword light, stepped forward, and walked towards the surviving acquaintance Zeng Nitian.

A huge fire burned most of the people in the gym where Zeng Nitian was located. Because of the flames that were young girls with little cultivation, they were even caught in the fire without even the chance to escape. The bearded man was also burned to death in the fire. The blood-red and blood-red flames were at least as high as thousands of degrees. As long as people ran a little slower, they would be swept into the flames behind, and they were vaporized in an instant and there was no residue left.

Zeng Nitian now has a foundation-building stage cultivation. With some blessings from the protective fairy clothes on his body, the Qi Qi flew away at high speed, and finally escaped his life. In the end, the fat man arrived and fought with the monster with endless flames in the air. Zeng Nitian saw it all. Seeing that the monster even the fat man suffered a great loss. If it weren't for the twelve flying blood corpses who finally arrived and fought with the Hanba in the nest, he might have said that even the fat man would have stayed on the spot. Zeng Nitian's heart was numb, and the zombies had evolved to such an age, would humans still have hope?

If you escape, can you escape there? Except for a small half of the people who escaped by chance, most of the others stayed around the undestroyed building in the south of Nanning City, waiting numbly for the unpredictable fate arrangements.

The fat man fell from the sky, bringing a trace of courage and hope to these people. Zeng Nitian held the first-level magic weapon in his hand tightly and ran towards the fat man with great strides. Fat brother was fine, it was great! When he saw the fat man escaped with injuries, Zeng Nitian was worried. Fortunately, the monster did not chase after him. After conquering the dozen terrifying flying blood corpses, he flew away with these blood corpses.

"Brother Fat, they are all dead, they are all burned to death by the flames of that monster." Zeng Nitian's voice was full of crying. Seeing the scarred and firm and decisive mercenary who had now turned into this, the fat man felt very uncomfortable. Knowing that they had all encountered misfortunes, the fat man made up a decision to get rid of the drought, otherwise the fat man would be sorry for his conscience.

"Xiao Zeng, take them here first. The drought-bag should not come again. Don't worry, the drought-bag will be handed over to me. I will not stop if I don't get rid of him." The fat man reached out and took out the equipment from the space in the pot. They were all refined from the zombie corpses these days. The fat man was preparing to exchange for the crystal cores. Now, the crystal cores have turned into nothing in the fire. The fat man felt guilty and took out the equipment directly and distributed it to the surviving people.

After settling these people, the fat man stood up directly on the sword, flew north for a while, and landed on a small hill. The fat man put away his sword, sat down on a protruding big stone, turned his head and shouted, "Old man, come out, I have something to discuss with you." A light flashed out, and the extremely vulgar figure of the old man in the system appeared.

"Fatty, what's the matter? I don't know, I'm busy," the old man in the system looked unhappy, put his hands on his chest, and said to the fat man in anger.

The fat man raised his face and asked the old man in the system: "Old man, I want to recruit six saviors to get rid of this drought. Is there any quick way to notify them directly?"
Chapter completed!