Jiuzun asked

The fat cat San Pang stretched out his scarlet tongue, yawned, then fell into a deep sleep, ignoring the calamity of ten thousand people.

"The beast in the golden realm is like my son." Wuxiang Daoist shouted, holding his sword and moving.

Wan Xie rolled his eyes and called out with a glance: "Hide that cat sage in one place, otherwise, he won't be able to pay for it if he stewed it."

As soon as Miss Mu'er heard that, she hugged the three fat men and stepped into the Bihai Que. There was a fine sweat on her forehead, but it didn't fall.

One cut and one block, one advance and one retreat.

Wuxiang Daoist's cold eyes moved, and he raised his sword and shouted: "Today, you will step down the empty door, regardless of good and evil... don't think of kindness or hatred."

As soon as his words fell, there were tens of thousands of people above the sky of the Buddhist sect!

Splashing murderous aura, vertical and horizontal Xuanxiao.

Except for Miss Mu'er, who stayed alone in the Bihai Que, even those who still had strength stood on their shoulders.

Wan Xie holds the sword, the blade is red, and there are three people standing behind him, Chan Yi's agility, Qu Guan'er's perseverance, and Shangguan Yu Yuan's coldness.

The three of them, one poor and one white, have indifferent faces, but Zhang Xiaofan and Ye Yu's eyes are full of fighting looks.

The rest of Cui Guanyu and Huang Daoji, his master and his disciples, were standing together.

There are only 12 people, but for a greedy kitten...

Do not!

It should be a group of 13 people, the wooden baby sitting cross-legged, although he is seven feet tall, he is still bald and hairless, but it is even more evil.

"Taoist from Wanhai Immortal Territory, I haven't eaten for a long time." Mu Ying shouted, with a bloody blade between his eyebrows.

The Buddhist door full of evil spirits moves the universe.

Those headed by Taoist Wuxiang are all looking at him fiercely!

Suddenly, a drop of cold rain fell from the sky, and it just fell on the head of Taoist Wuxiang.

In one breath, Master Wuxiang retreated a hundred feet.

Looking at the place where he stood, it has collapsed into ruins and turned into gravel.

Taoist Wuxiang raised his head and saw that the sky was clear and there was no wind, and there was no dark cloud that could hide the rain and turn it into water.Suddenly, he suddenly felt that something was missing in his hand, and looked down, his face was ashen.

"My sword... Fusu Sword."

The body of the sword turned into powder like a thin layer of snow, and it was within an inch of his body, speechless.

"Master Wuxiang...don't come here unharmed."

Xiao Wenwen moved in the air, and stood half a foot away from Master Wuxiang, with warm eyes and no murderous intent.

"Don't come... you're all right."

"The sword of the Taoist... I lost it." Xiao asked, stretching out the palm of his right hand, and said softly: "Coincidentally, I happened to pick up a sword."

As soon as Xiao Wenwen finished speaking, there was a sword in his palm, and the word "Fusu" was engraved on the sword body.

"Back then, I was seeking Taoism in the Shenjun Pavilion, and at the Sanjue Sword Hall, I heard Fusu Yique, a master of the Wuxiang Taoist." Xiao asked, twisting the Fusu sword in his palm, playing with it casually, and continued: "Now, Once you grasp the Fusu sword, you will know its meaning."

"One spring, the cicada guest looks at the eyebrows three times, and the two forget the sword to destroy the old people. Every step of the way, the lotus grows into a new dream, but laughs and helps Su my generation."

After Xiao Wendao finished reading the poem "Fu Su", he placed the Fu Su sword in the hands of Taoist Wuxiang with both hands.

Daoist Wuxiang held the new "Fusu Sword" and said softly: "It's half an inch short, and it weighs a thousand catties."

"Back then, I realized quite a bit, and I am very grateful." Xiao asked softly, and cupped his hands.

But the Taoist Wuxiang didn't say a word, held the Fusu sword, and slashed towards "Chaosheng Pavilion", which is the famous sword way "Fusu Liangwang".

With a sword vertical and horizontal, he listened carefully.

The corner of Taoist Wuxiang's mouth raised, as if he was relieved, as if nostalgic, the sword continued to cry, but he let out a long breath.

"I am not worthy of this sword."

"Chaosheng Pavilion... there is a leak." Xiao Wendao didn't answer, and stood calmly.

"That's all... let's go."

Wuxiang Daoist shouted, turned around and walked away. Once he stepped away, he was thousands of miles away...

Xiao Wenwen looked around, seeing that there was no old person left, so he twitched the corner of his mouth, without a trace of concern.

The sword light was bloody, but there was no one who could avoid it.

When everyone around him fell to the ground and fled, Xiao Wendao raised his sword and pointed at Chaosheng Pavilion, like the legendary "Patriarch of the Evil Way".

In the world, there is the way of immortals and demons, and the way of demon saints, but there is no evil way!

As for Xiao Wenwen's evil spirit, even Li Tai'a who has lived for tens of thousands of years, his back teeth are as cold as snow.

In an instant, the wind is silent.

"Fellow Dao..." Fellow Daoist." Li Tai'a shouted, but his eyes were full of lightness.

With Li Tai'a's cultivation as the "Patriarch of Demon Dao", there are only two or three people who can be called "friends of Taoism".Even the suzerain Xiandao of Bajia in Wanhai Immortal Territory, he would never be called a "dao friend".

Dao, why are there "friends".

However, it is a name against one's will, or a distinction between superiority and inferiority, so one has to call him "Daoist friend".

And Li Tai'a, the ancestor of the demon way, is definitely not a person who knows people's faces and flatters them.His sword is a sword that does not distinguish between good and evil.His way is the way that immortals and demons do not distinguish.

"I don't know what my family's fat cat Sanpang devoured from the Chaosheng Pavilion. But let a generation of demon ancestors look out of the window, gnashing their teeth." Xiao Wen asked teasingly.

"Vulgar things... are all common things." Li Taiah shouted, but he was calm as usual.

"Vulgar thing... what kind of vulgar thing." Xiao asked this question, really wanting to know what kind of disaster this fat cat and three fat people have caused, which attracted thousands of people to siege.

After careful calculation, they are the enemies of his life, but only half a hundred people, very few.

"A vulgar thing that is not popular." Li Tai'a called out, and continued: "The natural materials and spiritual herbs in the Chaosheng Pavilion were wiped out. And in the Dibao Pavilion, there is not a single elixir left."

"It's full of geniuses and treasures." Xiao asked.

Li Tai'a couldn't help the pain in his eyes, and bared his teeth: "The jade dragon fairy deer in the clear water pool is also what he said."

As soon as Li Tai'a finished speaking, even Xiao Wenwen was stunned for a moment, no wonder he cared so much, the pain in his eyes could not be faked.

I'm afraid that Li Tai'a had the thought of "stewing the cat", but Xiao Wendao swept away his murderous intention.

Don't kill what you can't kill!

Li Tai'a has traversed the Ten Thousand Seas and Immortal Territory for tens of thousands of years, and he has long been the essence of human beings, but he is unwilling in his heart.

But as soon as he watched Xiao Wendao, he shattered the "Fusu Sword" with one thought, and then thought about refining the weapon, turning that Fusu Sword into a heavenly grade.

Back off, and the next best thing!

"The Yushui Qilin just watched the kitten do evil and ignored it." Xiao Wen asked, but he remembered that in the Chaosheng Pavilion, there was a Qilin fairy beast guarding the pavilion.

"Er...." Li Tai'a choked softly, and said with a faint mourning: "The Yushui Qilin is still in the process of healing. I'm afraid it will be gone for a thousand years, and it will be difficult to recover."

"Um?

Even Xiao Wenwen couldn't believe it, a mere half-grown kitten could seriously injure a Qilin fairy beast that had been cultivating Taoism for thousands of years.

If it was in the realm of Xingtian, he would believe in that "gluttonous" and could try it!

"Don't care about ordinary things." Tai'a Li shouted, and continued: "I can't see the depth of the cultivation of fellow Taoists, so why not try one move."

"I do too."

"Till now."

After Li Tai'a said these four words, he suddenly felt a wry smile...