The man in green shirt said no more. He stroked the heavy sword on his back with his backhand and murmured: "You are also very happy, is it because this is also your home?"
"Yan."
The sound of the sword sounded, echoing in the valley, endlessly, as if in response.
The man in blue shirt sighed: "I don't like it here."
The big white monkey rolled its eyes, pulled the latter into the circle where it stood, and said blah blah blah with funny movements.
The man in green shirt raised his head and said, "I forgot."
"The only thing that still impresses me is the mountain range. I've been there before."
"There is my remaining breath there, not much, almost dissipated."
He took off the long sword wrapped in black cloth, flicked it with his fingers and said, "But the aura of yours here is very strong, so you shouldn't be lying."
The sword trembled and shook violently.
The man in green shirt said calmly: "You want to stay here."
"Okay, then I'll take you up."
After that, he stepped forward with his right foot for the third time.
This time, he stood in front of the main hall of Kunlun Peak.
Shrunk into an inch, like a real immortal descending to earth.
"boom."
A monstrous sword shadow emerged from the sky above the main hall, and thirty-six figures appeared out of thin air like ghosts.
All dressed in black and wearing masks.
The sword intent, which was almost condensed into substance, gathered into a silver fishing net above the head of the man in green shirt, making a crackling sound and lightning flashing.
The white monkey screamed and bared its teeth and claws.
The man in green shirt was unmoved, looking coldly at the sudden changes around him.
"Dabai, this, is this the white monkey fed by Elder Baiyou?"
Among the thirty-six swords of Kunlun, Jianyi stood up first, felt it carefully, and exclaimed: "Yes, the token hanging around its neck is the lineage of Elder Baiyou."
"Cough cough cough cough."
The white monkey has long been psychic. Although he cannot speak human words, he can understand Jianyi's words.
It proudly raised the small black tag on its neck and walked swaggeringly.
First he patted his chest, then jumped to the side of the man in green shirt, raised three monkey paws, and pointed at the third peak.
Jian Yi didn't know why, and looked at it interestingly: "Dabai, what do you want to say?"
"By the way, you disappeared for ten whole years. Where have you been during these ten years?"
"Elder Baiyou, she, she has passed away... did you know?"
Jian Yi said with a sad voice: "You must not remember, after all, you had just opened your spiritual intelligence at that time."
The white monkey cried sadly, with tears in his eyes.
It knelt down on the ground, facing the fourth peak, roaring at the top of its lungs.
The man in green shirt, who had been motionless, changed his breath after hearing the word "white pomelo".
Became no longer calm and no longer restrained.
A sudden struggle appeared on his bearded face.
His eyes were blood red, as red as the blazing sun.
Within his body, the terrifying murderous intention surged and spread, venting like a tide, spreading in all directions.
"collapse."
The fog in the mountains exploded one after another, and the air waves shook the sky.
The body of the man in green shirt gradually blurred, cracked inch by inch, and condensed again.
The Kunlun Thirty-Six Swords looked at each other, and soon the force suppressed them until they could no longer breathe.
"How, how could this happen?" Jianyi looked frightened, his legs bent, and he was about to kneel down uncontrollably.
For the first time in his life, he felt the coming of death, which was an inescapable despair.
Compared with facing the Xuanmen ancestor fifteen years ago, this will to die is even stronger.
