The World That Tao Rules

Jiang Yun did not go back and saw a hand-held folding fan standing behind him, handsome and handsome.

There is still a black monkey standing above his shoulder!

And this monkey has only one paw!

Naturally, this is the first time that Jiang Yun has not really set foot on the ancient road, the first monk from other lower fields.

At that time, the son of the son was to let Jiang Yun let the road open.

Jiang Yun gave him the way, but his monkey suddenly attacked Jiang Yun, and Jiang Yunyi squandered one of his claws.

Now, three years later, the two men met again before this heavy scorpion.

This time, Jiang Yun still blocked the road of this son!

In fact, the place where this heavy scorpion is located is the seam.

Although there are still many ancient roads running through, but for the monks, you can sit anywhere in the seams, there is no way to stop the road.

It’s just that this son is obviously used to being arrogant. Seeing that Jiang Yun is in front of him, he must let him give way to himself, and it can be regarded as shaking his own prestige.

"It's you!"

Before this, the son did not recognize Jiang Yun.

Because Jiang Yun is facing him, he is wearing a very ugly stone armor.

Until now, Jiang Yun turned around and saw the appearance of Jiang Yun, he suddenly recognized it!

Especially the monkey above his shoulder, even more excited to make a "squeaky" sound, waving his own arms, a pair of monkey eyes, revealing endless grievances.

To be honest, Jiang Yun did not think that he would meet this son again here.

Hearing the monkey's cry, Jiang Yun looked at his bare wrist with a faint look, and immediately let it hurriedly close his mouth.

Jiang Yun just nodded at the son of the son. "It’s really a life that doesn’t meet, we really have a chance, and we meet again!"

The son of the son smiled coldly and said: "Your life is quite big, but it is still not dead!"

When Jiang Yun abolished the monkey's claws, the son of the son wanted to kill Jiang Yun. As a result, the two men played against each other and let him be shaken into the ancient road and entered a world.

Originally he wanted to come, Jiang Yun must have died, but I did not expect that Jiang Yun was not alive, and he came to this place earlier than him.

Jiang Yun said faintly: "You and your beast, are you still not dead yet!"

With the tit-for-tat of Jiang Yun and the son of the son, nearly a thousand monks around the palace have also looked at the two, and some people's faces have a color of interest.

Their eyesight is good, naturally they can be seen at a glance. Between Jiang Yun and the son of the son, it is clear that there is hatred.

You know, although the monks here are going to be enemies, but at least so far, there are really few who have already complained.

Therefore, they all want to see if the two men will fight before they enter a big scorpio and solve the problem first.

However, in the face of the son who wants to kill himself immediately, Jiang Yun smiled slightly and took a step toward the side. As in the past, he simply let the road open.

The son of the son and the monkey on his shoulder, four eyes, are staring at Jiang Yun.

However, after a while, the son of the son was also a cold smile, and stepped forward from the front of Jiang Yun, did not shoot.

Although the son of the son really wants to kill Jiang Yun, but he and Jiang Yun handed over his hand, knowing that Jiang Yun's strength is not much worse than himself.

Now, before Jiang Yun can come to this heavy scorpion, it is more sufficient to explain the strength of Jiang Yun.

What's more, they are about to enter a scorpio, and there are thousands of monks around them who will be their opponents.

Even though he can kill Jiang Yun now, he is likely to be injured, especially if he will expose his strength and some magical skills. For him, it is not worth the loss.

Therefore, after measuring the pros and cons, he finally did not start with Jiang Yun, but was prepared to wait until after entering a heavy scorpio, and then find a chance to kill Jiang Yun.

As for Jiang Yun, just a faint smile, casually walked to the side and sat down.

At that time, he did not put the threat of this son's brother in his heart. Today, nature is even worse.

When he entered the stone marshes, he felt desperate and his confidence almost collapsed.

Later, he realized that the reason why the stone marsh industry is so difficult is mainly because the stone marsh wants to test himself.

In the past three years, the eight worlds he has smashed, although there are difficulties, but it does not pose any threat to him.

Even so far, he has not really demonstrated his full strength until now.

This is also the reason why the indifferent woman who has been secretly observing him will feel that Jiang Yun was relying on the help of the stone marsh.

Therefore, Jiang Yun is also able to find confidence.

After sitting down, Jiang Yun simply ignored the eyes of the son who had always condensed on himself, and closed his eyes.

Jiang Yun continued to ask Shiyun: "The monks gathered here have the numbers on the eyebrows between the four and six. Does that mean that there are four in the world?"

"Each one in each battlefield?"

Originally, Jiang Yun was with a little hope. He could meet Xue Qing and others in a place where he could see a man, but now that he has seen the figures of the thousands of monks, his hopes are shattered.

"Yes!"

Ishizu also gave a definite answer: "The four major battlefields, you can see four parallel spaces."

"In every battlefield, except for the different worlds encountered, the others are almost the same, and there is also a natural existence."

"As for which ones you will meet, I don't know."

After three years of getting along, Ishiuma also understood that Jiang Yun was always worried about his other companions in the lower domain.

However, in his view, Jiang Yun’s concern is completely salty and radish.

Jiang Yun then asked: "What is this big scorpion, what exactly is it?"

Ishihara thought for a moment: "This is not easy to say."

"Because each time the standards are different, the specific way of smashing, you have to see the time to come to host this heavy scorpion, what kind of problem!"

Although there are a large number of monks in the lower reaches of the Scorpio, but the questions are not round to those monks, or they need to be responsible for the monks of the Tianji.

"The person who hosted the last time is to let all the monks kill each other, and the hundred people who survived will be able to pass!"

Jiang Yun nodded silently.

This way of killing each other, although it is somewhat cruel, but it is also direct!

After all, the strongest of the strong can be the ultimate in the collection of the heavens.

The strong, in addition to strength, in fact, there are many aspects of quality is also very important.

This direct killing is the simplest and straightforward way to judge the true strength of these monks.

Ishizu apparently knows what Jiang Yun thought: "You don't think that you are cruel. In the eyes of the monks in the heavens, in addition to themselves, they will not put other creatures in their eyes."

"And the people who preside over the Scorpio are not only from the various fields, but also have some backgrounds, and their own strength will not be too weak, so in what way, it is entirely to see their mood!"

"In short, in a heavy scorpio, the person who presides is heaven."

"His words are God's will, he wants you to pass, you can pass, he does not want you to pass, you will never pass!"

"I remember that the last time a monk was optimistic about many people, because he had offended the strong man who presided over the Scorpio. As a result, he had not been waiting for the killing. He was already killed in advance."

"So, after you enter the Scorpio, it is best not to offend the host."

Jiang Yun smiled faintly: "I don't even know who he is, how can he offend him!"

Shi Yun did not speak, Jiang Yun did not ask again, but like other monks, quietly waiting for the real opening of a heaven.

But at this moment, his voice was ringing a woman with a pleasant voice: "Five-foot son!"