Youth's Cultivation

The body of the blood fairy was shaking. After the drunk fairy left, it seemed that a Yin measuring voice came from his body, "what are you hesitating about? Don't you want to get rid of the power of the world? Someone has gone in. This is your last chance! Otherwise, even if it is to dispel the evil thoughts of the emperor, what can you do? Are you sure to spend the next disaster? Like those wastes, they are called loose immortals, and finally die under heaven's robbery? Genius, like you, can't escape the fate of falling... "

"Enough! Old devil, Ben Xian won't believe your nonsense. Even if he dies under heaven's robbery, Ben Xian won't become your puppet. Do you really think Ben Xian doesn't know your plan? " The blood fairy roared madly.

"Wait, wait, soon, soon..." it seemed that the voice from Jiuyou was far and near, and gradually disappeared.

The blood fairy sat still again.

"Hoo, old man, you didn't disappoint me at last. Otherwise, I really don't want to do it to you!" A sigh of relief came from the mouth of the drunk fairy hidden somewhere in the sky. Then, the figure was lax and completely lost its trace!

"The old guy really left this time. Go in quickly, otherwise everything will be late..." the voice of Yin measurement came again.

The blood fairy still didn't seem to move, "don't worry, how can a third-order Sanxian be found by the means of the emperor!"

The blood fairy heard the speech and stood up, "I hope you didn't cheat me, otherwise, even if you used to be the devil emperor, you will lose your soul with this fairy!"

"Hehe, don't worry. The emperor doesn't care about the dispute between immortals and demons. What's the difference between immortals and demons as long as they can live forever! Don't you think so in your heart? Hurry up, or you are not the opponent of the old drunkard! "

The figure of the blood fairy suddenly came under the void of the space crack fluctuation. He looked back and looked at the mountains and rivers at his feet. He didn't hesitate. The figure disappeared.

...

After a few breaths, the figure of drunken immortal suddenly flashed, but he took a look at the dim sky with cracks in the space, with a few strands of sadness in his eyes.

"It's a pity that the old man was right, but will there really be a glimmer of vitality? Ah, forget it. Everyone has his own life. It's better to get drunk... "

Under the void, only a single shadow of the drunken immortal line is left, and the years of intoxication in the wine alone

In the underground hinterland of Jiulong Mountain, the bandit Su, uncle Su, Qingluo, Murong Longteng, the master of Murong family, the cold faced fairy xiuhanning in the ice temple, and master Mingyuan, the chief appraiser of Tianbao firm, plus the sword marks of the silver haired old man in the sword field who had left before.

The seven strong men in Mahayana realm now look dignified and depict complicated golden patterns under their feet within a thousand feet.

However, the pattern seems to be melting and quickly swallowed up. At the moment, the bandits and uncle Su hit Murong Longtu with a golden flame in their hands, which seems to want to complete the melted pattern.

"Damn it, what the hell is going on!" The Su bandits scolded while depicting.

"Hum!" Qingluo snorted coldly, but now he didn't quarrel with him, because at the moment, the other four people guarded the four directions, stepped on a raised stone platform, and their spiritual power poured out with all their strength, as if they were suppressing something under the stone platform!