"Do you know who I am now?" The sloppy man's voice was full of loneliness.
"Your surname is Wu." After a long time, the Eighth Patriarch Yan replied in a very low voice.
At this time, he was no longer high in the sky, but had landed on the ground at some point. He bowed to the bottom, bowed to the descendants, and did not dare to say another word.
Yan Meier's enchanting face was full of stupid expressions. She was still immersed in the scene of stars in the sky and could not wake up. The energy of Yan Bazu's body surged and pressed her body down, letting her
He kept his polite attitude and couldn't get up!
On the side of Prince Luanjia, Prince Zhao Ziheng of the Song Dynasty was the first to react. He took a few steps forward and bowed respectfully without saying a word.
Hundreds of cavalrymen dismounted, generals bowed their waists, and powerful men bowed their heads!
In the distance, I don't know who raised the head. Innate warriors fell from the sky one after another. They were all like clay sculptures. They stood at their feet and bowed silently in this direction.
The slovenly man sighed, completely different from his nondescript temperament.
"Let's just go with the fight among the juniors. How many more years can we, a bunch of old immortals, live at best? Zhongzhou, sooner or later, will be the descendants of Zhongzhou, so why bother messing around? Since I'm here today
, I would like to remind you and everyone else in the world that no one should do it again by using the big to bully the small."
With a slight wave of the dirty clothes, without any energy leaking out, one of Yan Bazu's arms disappeared.
The Eight Ancestor Yan's figure suddenly swayed, but he still maintained the posture of greeting him and did not dare to move at all. He had never felt so scared in his life!
"As you wish."
"Is this the end?" Hao Yidao's shouting sounded at this moment, and it was extremely noisy, "You old fool, you used to brag to me, saying that the whole world belongs to you, the one who protects your shortcomings, you can protect your shortcomings, just one arm.
Is it over?"
The sloppy man immediately reconciled and said: "What's the point of always fighting and killing?"
"Fart!" Hao Yidao jumped up and walked towards Yan Bazu with the boning knife in hand, "If you don't want to kill people, why don't you ask me to practice any sword? You didn't teach me any of my killing skills!"
After taking a step forward, he could no longer move. He scolded the ancestor who stole the house and the sloppy man all by himself.
"I'm going to the northwest." The sloppy man said to him in a low voice, "I heard someone said that the underground death fairy was born, and the fairy corpse on his back was quite handsome. It might be a good idea to meet the eternal man by the way. There are a few pieces.
I want to ask him something, will you come?"
The man of eternity refers to the Skeleton King Qin Mubai.
Hao Yidao then stopped messing around, turned to look at Jin Cocoon, and said in astonishment: "What about these two little brothers of this hero? As soon as we leave, we are not allowed to be chopped into pieces by these bandit grandsons?"
The Eighth Patriarch Yan said hurriedly: "How dare you!"
The sloppy man has not looked at the giant golden cocoon since he appeared until now.
Hearing Hao Yidao's worries, he turned around and sighed: "What a bald Buddhist, what a blood-white Bodhisattva."
After saying that, he said to Hao Yidao: "Everyone has his own destiny. This kid can't die. Even if he dies, he won't die in the hands of the Thief Sect Martial Emperor."
The secrets about Liu Shuzhu always aroused the interest of others, and the sloppy man's words seemed to have some meaning.
Hao Yidao hurriedly asked: "With your ability, you must know what mystery is hidden in this kid. Tell me quickly, is he the reincarnation of the Great Wish Bodhisattva, and what is his connection with the shadow of the Buddha?"
The sloppy man denied it: "I don't know."
Hao Yidao was furious: "Fart!"
The sloppy man was very happy to be scolded: "You are the only one in the world who dares to take my words as fart. Why don't you follow me to see the skeleton king, just to help your little brother vent his anger, so that he will not be missed by the old skeleton."
Hao Yidao's expression was a little hesitant, while Yan Bazu, who was standing aside, became unnatural and full of thoughts.
If this big shot is determined to fight with the thieves for the piece of divine crystal wrapped around the fairy corpse, even if the entire thieves take away more Perfection Emperors, they may not be enough to kill him alone!
"Then it's a good idea to go see the Fairy Queen. What if she really comes to life and comes to be your husband and wife?"
"You're the only one who has necrophilia, you're an old man!"
The sloppy man smiled freely and did not force him. He just said: "If you want to come, follow me."
After saying this, his entire body began to fade away, as if it was a phantom rather than a real entity!
Come and go as you say, without any ambiguity.
Before the figure completely dissipated, Yan Meier in the distance trembled all over, her eyes filled with tears, but she finally held back the overwhelming anger in her heart and did not dare to move.
Thousands of warriors leaned over again and paid their respects silently!
Seeing this, Hao Yidao hesitated for a moment, turned to the young monk beside him and said, "When this little bastard wakes up, you tell him that two favors can be repaid in the past ten days." Then he glanced at Yan.
Mei'er, "Let's not kill this slutty woman yet. It's better to sleep with such a beauty than to kill her. After he wakes up, it will be a small training..."
The young monk was stunned: "I thought you were going to Mingwang Temple with us!"
Hao Yidao muttered: "The old man is right, everyone has his or her own destiny. In the words of your Buddhists, this old guy is my karma."
The three of them met by chance, but became close friends by fate.
Some people cannot become each other's friends even if they live together for thousands of years; there are also people who can have fun getting along with each other even if they are separated day and night. The three of them undoubtedly belong to the latter group.
"I am determined to achieve immortality by assassination. This path does not tolerate too much human touch. It goes against my true intention to get involved with you two little bastards. If we say goodbye today, there will always be a chance to meet again in the future..."
After saying this to him, Hao Yidao met Monk Yanji again, thanked him for his kindness in healing his wounds, walked up to the Eighth Patriarch of Yan, and said to him: "You little bastard, please help me during this time when your six senses are gone."
How about taking care of it?"
Yan Bazu's expression was aggrieved. Compared with his cultivation, Hao Yidao was just a humble ant, but the other party used his supreme majesty to make him unable to compete!
He came here to kill people, but he wanted to be turned into a guard. He nodded expressionlessly and agreed. He said calmly: "After this incident, all the young leaders of the Seven Thieves will run away to kill them."
It would be a great honor to kill this son."
Hao Yidao snorted: "Afterwards, I don't care whether the younger generation of thieves takes action against him, but if something happens to him during this period, I will encourage the old immortal to kill all of you who stole the door."
Then, he stepped towards the northwest to pursue him.
"You damn old man, wait for me!"
The young monk raised one palm from behind and shouted: "Pork belly! We are waiting for you in the giant city!"
What responded to him was Hao Yidao singing at the top of his lungs. He should have learned the accent from the slovenly man:
The eyes in the sky blink and blink~
The prodigal son of the earth walks to the end of the world~
Forget about today after tomorrow~
The strings of a song break and the sound collapses~
——
The singing voice dispersed and was very harsh, comparable to the voice of a sloppy man.
Yan Meier's eyes were filled with tears and her eyes were full of resentment. There was a dark handprint on her red buttocks for no reason. This peerless witch had had her butt touched by someone before!
The sloppy man's voice seemed to come from the clouds: "It feels good, much stronger than a bald man's head, it's soft."
Soft...
After the sloppy man and Hao Yidao disappeared for a long time, everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
This overwhelming pressure is not caused by Qi, but it lingers in the heart and makes people restless. Because this pressure represents the supreme majesty that cannot be offended.
Emperor Wu!
At this time, no matter how stupid people are, they still know that Emperor Yuanman has no ability or ambition to cover up the sky!
When Prince Luan was driving, Prince Zhao Ziheng of the Song Dynasty murmured to himself: "This trip is really not in vain. Is this emperor really the most mysterious one among the seven emperors?"
Today, there are seven emperors alive.
Apart from the warrior emperor who dominates the five directions, the sixth one is the great wisdom, courage and wisdom of Buddhism. As for the seventh person, he has always been mysterious. Many people think that this emperor is dead, and his deeds are rarely known to the outside world.
Named the 'Mysterious Emperor'!
There are only a few words about the rumors about the mysterious emperor, which contain four words, that is - covering the sky with one hand.
Zhao Ziheng, the thirteenth prince of the Song Dynasty, unconsciously raised his head, looked up at the sky, and sadly recalled the spectacular scene of a sea of stars at that moment.
Suddenly, his eyes were bright and aggressive, and he looked at the middle-aged maid beside him, not losing his momentum at all because the other party was a real martial artist.
Under the apricot-yellow dragon robe, there seems to be a faint trace of Long Yuan hesitating!
"There is a limit to Emperor Wu's power. Can he really turn his hand into yang and turn his hand into yin?"
The middle-aged maid shook her head and explained: "No."
"Oh? If it can't be done, then why are yin and yang reversed?"
Meeting the Thirteenth Prince Yi Yi's eyes, the maid flinched a little. Although she was a most powerful warrior for two thousand years, she could not match the noble status of the person in front of her.
"I don't know, but the scene just now should be mostly an illusion, not a change in the rules of heaven and earth. Otherwise... the sky will be in chaos."
Zhao Ziheng guessed: "Is this the companion vision of the mysterious emperor?"
At this time, the euphorbia general walked towards Luan Jia, knelt down on one knee and said: "Your Highness, there are too many variables here. If you are not brave enough, please move elsewhere!"
Emperor Wu is here, and the Dharma is boundless. Although he has left, Emperor Perfection is still by his side, and the three Supreme Beings cannot protect the prince's safety. If something goes wrong because of this, no one will be able to bear this responsibility!
The power of the Song Dynasty was in China and it was the master of all nations.
In name, it is one of the ten sects, but it is based on martial arts. It is far from being a simple martial artist. It pays equal attention to the state of the country and the martial arts. Over the years, the royal bloodline has become thinner and thinner. The prince has lost half a hair, which is enough to make all nine of their clans disappear.
Destroy!
The noble clans in Middle-earth are extremely large. There are more than a thousand large cities in the Western Desert, and there are hundreds of aristocratic families in Middle-earth. There are many big families with hundreds of thousands of children, but once they offend the emperor, they will all lose their heads.
"Is there any sense in watching the fun and then retreating after watching it halfway?" Zhao Ziheng waved his hand and said, "General, you are filtering too much, please step back." But he didn't want to leave just like that.
After Emperor Wu disrupted the situation, he wanted to witness the reincarnation of the Bodhisattva with his own eyes. Seeing that he had made up his mind, no one dared to persuade him.
The surrounding area became lively again, and the number of people increased instead of decreasing. Warriors kept coming, wanting to see the figure in the golden cocoon with their own eyes. The Eighth Patriarch Yan and Yan Meier did not leave either. They followed Hao
Before leaving, Yi Dao ordered them to sit quietly on the edge of the oasis. No one dared to come forward and disturb the peace of the two of them.
Emperor Wu waved his sleeve, and the Eighth Patriarch Yan lost an arm. Moreover, even if Emperor Yuanman possessed supernatural powers that could reach heaven and earth, this arm could not be regenerated!
Perfection is invincible, but once the Great Emperor comes out, how can there be any talk of perfection?