Tens of thousands of giant swords crashed down, causing the earth to shake in a radius of hundreds of miles.
After the loud noise, there is silence.
Yu Jizi, Yuan Xiaolou, and Fan Tong all looked at the place where the old storyteller was lying just now.
It has turned into a huge deep crater, as if it was struck by a meteorite.
Under the bombardment of such a powerful sword formation, even the legendary Xuanming Divine Turtle, which has the strongest defense in the three realms, would have a hard time resisting, let alone the old storyteller who was lying on the ground helpless.
Is the old storyteller dead?
Did he die so easily?
He has been greedy for life and afraid of death all his life, is he really willing to end his life in such an almost funny gesture?
But, what about others?
The spiritual consciousness of Yu Jizi and Yuan Xiaolou has been locked on the body of the old storyteller. They are very sure that the old storyteller did not perform any skills or escape until the moment when the giant sword bombarded his body.
Yuan Xiaolou burst into tears, and she kept shouting: "Grandpa! Grandpa!"
He threw himself madly at the bottom of the pit.
But it is extremely difficult to find the remains of an old man with no bones left, even a fragment of his body, in this large pit that is several miles around and tens of feet deep.
However, Yuan Xiaolou dug out something from the soil in the ruins of the deep pit.
It’s the bamboo curtain that Grandpa will never let go of, with the words “Jokes about the world” and “Iron mouth cuts straight” written on it.
This bamboo pole cloth curtain, under the bombardment of such a powerful sword formation, was still relatively intact and was not destroyed like ashes like the old storyteller.
Yuan Xiaolou hugged the bamboo pole and cloth curtain, knelt in the pit, raised his head and shouted: "Grandpa!"
She is not the old storyteller’s biological granddaughter, she was just picked up by the old storyteller ten years ago, and she is not related by blood.
However, after these ten years of getting along and accompanying each other, the relationship between Yuan Xiaolou and the old storyteller has become comparable to that of biological grandparents.
In Yuan Xiaolou's mind, every detail of the past ten years kept reappearing.
Ten years of companionship, ten years of inseparability, ten years of wandering around the world...
She often quarreled with her grandfather, almost every day.
But she had never really been angry with her grandfather.
She still wants to continue arguing, arguing for a hundred years, a thousand years...
Now that his grandfather is dead, and the last relative who accompanied him is dead, Yuan Xiaolou's warm heart has also become cold.
She burst into tears and her heart was broken.
She cried and shouted: "Why! Why! Why! He is just a waning old man! He has nothing to do with the world and has never had any grievances in the world! Why can't you let him live! Ah!"
Just like when his grandma died, Yuan Xiaolou looked up to the sky and let out a sharp and piercing scream.
With a sharp scream, she turned into a stream of light and shot towards Yujizi.
She wants to avenge her grandfather!
No matter how powerful the other party is, she can't let her grandfather die in vain!
Yu Jizi moved the corner of his mouth and struck out with his backhand sword. The powerful sword energy instantly formed a giant sword that was unparalleled in the world.
The huge sword hit Yuan Xiaolou and turned into a stream of light, causing Yuan Xiaolou to be blown away instantly.
"Roar!"
With a beast's roar, Fan Tong's huge body jumped up and slammed his arms on the giant sword, immediately smashing the giant sword into pieces.
Fantong roared angrily at Yujizi again.
At the same time, Yuan Xiaolou's body fell heavily to the ground, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
Yu Jizi looked at this man with cold eyes, and said calmly: "He is seeking death on his own, Xiaolou, are you going to kill your real grandpa for this fake grandpa of yours?"
Yuan Xiaolou touched the blood on his sleeves, struggled to stand up, and murmured: "Grandpa? You are not my grandpa! You are a devil! I want to avenge grandpa! I want to kill you!"
Yuan Xiaolou rushed forward again.
Seeing this, Fan Tong also jumped up high and attacked Yu Jizi together.
Yu Jizi said coldly: "Don't overestimate your capabilities!"
The God-Slaying Demon Sword rotated slightly, and hundreds of single-color air swords quickly condensed into shape, and shot toward Yuan Xiaolou and Fantong.
Yuan Xiaolou's cultivation is in the realm of immortality. After Fan Tong's transformation, his combat power is equivalent to that of a cultivator in the realm of human immortality.
Together, they are enough to roam the world. Except for the strong Xumi, no strong person can say with confidence that they can defeat this pair of them.
However, what they faced was not the jade machine, but the terrifying reincarnation circle.
Yuan Xiaolou smashed hundreds of giant swords and was exhausted.
It was hit hard again by countless giant swords and dropped.
In order to protect Yuan Xiaolou, Fan Tong blocked most of the giant swords with his huge body. Blood surged from his body, and his body weighing ten thousand kilograms fell heavily to the ground.
"big eater!"
Seeing the dying rice bucket, Yuan Xiaolou struggled to get up.
But at this moment, hundreds more giant swords shot down from the sky.
These giant swords did not attack Yuan Xiaolou, but all shot towards Fan Tong.
Before his death, the old storyteller asked Yu Jizi to let Yuan Xiaolou and Fantong go, but Yu Jizi only promised to let Yuan Xiaolou go, and he never said to spare the big panda.
Seeing that hundreds of giant swords were about to shoot through the rice pail, it seemed as if the giant panda, the only giant panda in the world for thousands of years, was about to die on the spot.
At this moment, a change occurred.
Accompanied by two loud phoenix calls, two groups of light, one red and one white, shot rapidly from behind a gray beam of light from the east.
In the process of shooting, the two groups of light quickly rotated and grew in size, and in the blink of an eye they formed two huge red and white light balls with a diameter of more than thirty feet.
These two balls of light, ice and fire, were extremely fast, arriving first and intercepting hundreds of falling giant swords in half a moment.
After a strange sound, all the giant swords either turned into balls of fire and were quickly burned up, or were frozen into ice swords. They lost control and plunged straight down from the air and stuck on the ground.
After defeating the giant sword, the two groups of light turned into two giant birds, one red and one white, so beautiful.
"Prosperity? Wealth?"
Seeing these two magical birds, Yu Jizi was obviously surprised.
Yuan Xiaolou once used the pseudonym Xiaoya and lived in Zui Taoist's courtyard for a long time. Naturally, she had seen wealth and wealth.
Although she has never seen the transformation of Wealth and Fortune, there have been many rumors about these two divine birds on Cangyun Mountain over the years.
Here, far away from Cangyun Mountain, Ice Luan and Fire Phoenix appeared again. It didn't take much to think about the origins of these two sacred birds.
She was also surprised how wealth and wealth could appear here.
Ten years ago, on Cangyun Mountain, Ye Xiaochuan was seriously injured by the Samsara Sword Formation.
How similar is this scene tonight to ten years ago?
Enemies are extremely jealous when they meet.
Wangcai's red eyes actually emitted blue flames.
It hovered in the air, then opened its mouth and sprayed dozens of fireballs in the direction of the jade machine.
These fireballs are not ordinary flames, but chaotic sky fire!
Jade Jizi can only avoid its edge.
Yujizi is unwilling to have a head-on conflict with Wangcaigui.
He gathered countless giant swords and shot them at Wangcai, who wanted to avenge his little master. At the same time, the figure turned into an afterimage and disappeared instantly.
When he reappeared, he was already at Yuan Xiaolou's side. He grabbed Yuan Xiaolou, flew into the air, and disappeared into the pre-dawn night.
