The Miluo Saint's eyebrows were slightly raised. Before he could speak, the female cultivator had already looked at him and continued: "I can guarantee that this power should be even stronger than the nuclear storm prepared by the Saint of Cave before. With your power, I think no one in the world can compete with it."

Saint Mira said, "So you want to kill anyone you want, but you can only kill one person among the dark sentient beings."

The female cultivator nodded and said, "So people with difficulty in choosing may feel uncomfortable."

Saint Miluo looked at the female cultivator Ling and smiled, saying, "Fortunately, I did not choose the difficulty, and even in the old era, the most powerful weapons were often not the most powerful when used, but the most powerful when deterrent."

The female cultivator Ling didn't say anything else, she knew that the Saint Mira had already thought about it.

"It's over?"

The people of Beimingzhou looked at the direction of Central Shenzhou and the Thirteen Central Continents. The spots generated by the brilliant rain of light on them slowly disappeared. They did not understand what happened afterwards, but after no violent fluctuations of energy came, they all bowed silently to the direction of the ancient Sect of the Oxia, and did not lift their bodies for a long time.

For the strong, the people of Beimingzhou have natural awe, but it is undeniable that they have been fighting wits and courage with Zhongshenzhou for a long time. They are also born hostile to the Supreme Sect of Zhongshenzhou. However, what the Saint Lord Wuyuan and Saint Lord Miluo did when facing the fatal threat of the entire cultivation world are enough to win more respect. They are honored to be able to fight side by side with such a person.

"We are the Gu Sect of the Hoxia!"

In the thirteen Central continents, Shangxianzhou, a large number of monks who escaped from the mountain gate of the Ancient Foxia Sect from the mountain gate of the Ancient Foxia Sect from the distance, looking at the razed to the ground and turning into a desperate situation. A young disciple suddenly collapsed and cried loudly.

Bang!

A teacher beside him slapped him and cried.

The young disciple's head buzzed, and half of his face swelled up.

"What a ghost howl!"

The master of the Gu Grandmaster Gu, who was unable to find the north, pointed to the ruins of the Gu Grandmaster Gu Grandmaster fiercely and said, "Remember, this is the place where the Holy Falls, this is the place where the Saint Lord Wuyin falls for the entire cultivation world! This is the glory of our Gu Grandmaster Gu Grandmaster!"

A group of young disciples were about to cry, but when they heard such a sound, their foreheads were buzzing, and they couldn't help but bow to the ground for a moment.

But after the Master Gu shouted that fiercely, he grinned, with an expression that wanted to cry but forced himself to hold it back, which was even more ugly than crying.

"The Saint Miluo left the Chaos Continent. So, did the Saint Miluo and the Holy Holy Lord of the Cave win the battle?"

On the back of the corpse Kun, Wang Li, Lu Shenliang and others were looking at the location of the chaotic continent.

"What is the final result?" Wang Li was so uncomfortable.

I knew that a big drama had a result, but I didn’t know what it was going to end. It was like watching a TV series. When it was about to end, the TV exploded and the Internet was paralyzed. It was as uncomfortable as it could not be seen.

"That's it?"

In the Ximozhou, Chanjuan Desert, under the tent in the center of dozens of huge cactus trees, Rose, who had just finished drinking a cup of coffee, took out a dark blue wine bottle, took out a ceramic cup of straw hat and poured a glass of wine, and slowly took out a bag of oil paper.

This oily paper bag contains oily pork head meat, and peanuts are spread around the chopped pork head meat.

In the old days, he was a Westerner in the traditional sense. He used a pure Western way to make coffee, but now this wine and this dish are the real Eastern way.

This wine is a fine wine from the East in the old era, and it is an old wine preserved from the nuclear threat era before the old era.

It is too old, and the rest of the patterns and handwriting on the dark blue bottle have been naturally peeled off and worn so that they cannot be seen clearly. Only the words "Qingyun" and "50" are still intact.

Moss didn't know what this meant, but in the East of the nuclear threat era, the words on this wine bottle generally mean very auspicious.

This wine was a spirit in the old days. This batch of wine was preserved because the scientific expedition team on an ice field also loved it. There were many such wines stored in a sealed and fresh-keeping warehouse buried deep under the ice. However, after the wine in the old days fell into his hands, although it was very well preserved and after slowly taking it over, he only had a dozen bottles left in his hand.

Good coffee beans are often found, and now they also have the means to grow them easily, but this kind of wine is rare.

What is strange is that even at the peak of technology in the old era, those winemakers could not copy this kind of wine. Except for the raw materials that may not be able to be used as the raw materials at that time, all production processes and microbial environments could not be copied exactly the same. And the most important thing is that the time spent on any process is not clear in this method of making wine similar to the handicraft era.

The most wonderful thing is that with the addition of time, the taste of this wine is not only not as light as water, but is even more intense, giving people a wonderful feeling.

In many cases, using this small amount of wine to drink alone in Oriental style is also a rare relaxation and enjoyment for Moss.

That is the lingering feeling of time.

Looking back at the past, I feel more and more exciting.

Although something like Sumeru was defeated, and the identity of the Holy Lord of the Cave and the important hidden nodes were also discovered, just like his previous judgment, even if he paid the price of the fall of the Holy Lord without Cause, the current cultivation world has developed to such a stage, and the entire cultivation world still cannot even kill the Holy Lord of the Cave. Then, in his eyes, this time it is already a battle of life and death success or failure. In his eyes, it is just an exercise that confirms his conjecture.

In his opinion, the essence of this game has not changed.

Before, Saint Master Wuyin and others kept throwing bait to lure the hunter to appear. Now, even if the hunter's traces were found, Saint Master Miluo and others would know that they could not deal with the hunter, so the injured prey could only hide and wait for the hunter to chase him.

When he took a deep breath of the fragrant wine and began to drink the first sip of the sticky and wonderful wine like butter soup, his mood was at this moment, which was relaxed and happy.

But at this moment, his movements suddenly froze.

The wine glass paused in his hand, but the peanut he picked up with chopsticks fell on the pork head.

A click.

It was not the sound of peanuts hitting the pork head, but the sound of it on the tent above him.

A raindrop fell.

It suddenly started to rain in the desert that has not rained all year round.

For a moment, he suspected it was an illusion.
Chapter completed!