"Quick, my bones..." Yao Xinhen shouted. Seeing the white light blazing, Yao Xinhen's eyes were straightened. Being able to survive from such a terrifying killing field must be extraordinary.
Yang Ning also stopped and looked back, because Yang Ning felt a familiar atmosphere.
"Brother Ning, kill the sword!" Huan Ling's mental power was not restricted much, and he could already feel the breath of the sword a hundred miles away.
"Yeah!" Yang Ning nodded. He couldn't feel it as clearly as Huan Ling, but after all, he was also the master of the Killing Sword, so the faint aura was still pulling him.
Although Yang Ning was also very excited, some people couldn't hold it anymore.
The talisman ignited, and Yao Xinhen's figure disappeared on the spot. There was an old Taoist sitting in charge. Although it was very unreliable, the unreliable old Taoist was a big fat man in front of Yao Xinhen. He was a little leaky, but he could definitely do it. Shelter from wind and rain.
"My skull..." Yao Xinhen shouted loudly and ran straight towards the shooting white light.
"Yao Xinhen, danger!" Lin Jian shouted hurriedly.
But Yao Xinhen didn't care about this. With the old master around, he was not afraid of anything.
In the blazing white light, the incomplete skull rotated rapidly, and in the deep sea of consciousness of the skull, a vague figure appeared slightly rickety.
"Hey, son..." This person is the remaining consciousness of Qian Yuan, but at that time, Gan Yan was unable to recover. At this moment, the reason why he was able to escape from this remaining consciousness of his own was to benefit from it. Due to some opportunities of my own year.
"The obsession is too deep, why is this necessary?" The silent sigh suddenly made the remaining consciousness even weaker.
…
"My, my..." Yao Xinhen prepared to catch the white light with both hands. But at this moment, Yao Xinhen suddenly felt a black shadow in front of his eyes.
"You brat, you're just causing trouble..." The speed of a figure was more than ten times that of Yao Xinhen, and his hand that looked a little wrinkled actually held Bai Mang firmly in his hand.
"Master...Master..." The first time Yao Xinhen saw Lao Dao's sloppy figure, he already knew that this skull might not be related to him because Lao Tao appeared.
"You still know that I am your master?" A burst of laughter fell.
Bang!
Yao Xinhen only felt that he was dizzy, his eyes were moist, and the pain was getting worse...
"Look, the trouble you caused for me, the old man, almost caused my old bones to be torn apart..." The old man said, but his eyes were fixed on the skull, and his face was slightly pale.
"Master...Master, I..."
"What am I, don't talk, this skull is not ordinary, you can't touch it." The old Taoist directly blocked Yao Xinhen's words.
Yao Xinhen is very innocent. This is obviously his, why can't I touch it?
I put my hands on my forehead, it hurts.
But the situation was stronger than the person, and with his experienced methods, Yao Xinhen could only swallow the pain in his stomach.
Yao Xinhen's eyes were moist, staring at the skull in the old Taoist hand. He missed it very much and missed the idea of playing football, but now, he could only watch.
It is difficult to be an apprentice, but it is even more difficult to be an experienced apprentice.
If a master robs his disciple, what is the law of heaven? Where is the justice? Where is the benevolence and righteousness in the world?
But I didn't dare to get angry, let alone speak.
"What are you looking at? I've said a few words to you, but you still don't accept it?" The old Taoist was not a good person. Feeling Yao Xinhen's unkind gaze, he looked over forcefully.
"No!"
"There is no best..."
"Huh?" the old Taoist said, suddenly his eyes narrowed and he looked in front of him.
The red light radiated there, like the blood-red rays of the morning sun.
"What a good thing..." The old man stretched out his hand.
"Master, I can't... I can't..." Yao Xinhen already knew what the old man was going to do. Although it was his own skull, he couldn't say it, and he couldn't say it. But now, Yao Xinhen had to speak out.
"Huh? Why not?"
The old man stopped his hand and looked at Yao Xinhen, feeling a little incredible, because this kid seemed to have been reinvented.
"That's my brother's sword!" Yao Xinhen said very seriously, especially when he mentioned the word "brother".
"Your brother?"
"How much of a brother are you?" The old Taoist looked at Yao Xinhen seriously and then asked.
"Brother who can play football..." Then, a white light shot out, and Yao Xinhen flew out.
"Disciple?"
"I..." Yao Xinhen had mixed emotions, a look of regret on his face, he had forgotten this, but there was nowhere to buy the medicine for regret...
"Flying now?" Lin Jian also felt a little unbelievable. As far as his eyes could see, the old Taoist Yao Xinhen flew out and said it very seriously.
"What? You want to fly too?" Xuanyuan Tingxue's voice came from behind Lin Jian.
Lin Jian hurriedly shrank his head and did not dare to speak again. Although it seems that he and Xuanyuan Tingxue have settled their differences, Lin Jian is not a fool. He is still holding Shang Dongrou in his hand. If he offends Xuanyuan Tingxue, Lin Jian believes that he will definitely be better than Yao Xin. Hen's fate was ten times worse.
"Humph!" Xuanyuan Tingxue was very angry as she snorted.
"Sister Tingxue..." Huan Ling leaned over.
Yang Ning stretched out his hand, and a streak of blood fell on his hand.
The bloody sword gradually appeared in Yang Ning's hand. The sword groaned softly, and Yang Ning could clearly feel some sad emotions.
"Don't worry, I won't let you be covered in dust!" Yang Ning looked at Lu Jian, and could naturally feel the changes in Lu Jian's emotions, as well as the changes in Lu Jian itself.
Although Yang Ning still doesn't know what level the sword has reached, Yang Ning can be sure that when the sword returns to his hands again, it will definitely surpass the category of super artifact.
"I'm riding a horse..." Yao Xinhen was a little embarrassed. He came to Yang Ning, stared at the killing sword in Yang Ning's hand, and said: "I didn't expect this thing of yours to be alive. If you don't miss me, grandma picked up a white-eyed wolf. You white-eyed wolf..." Yao Xinhen still couldn't forget that the skull that should have belonged to him knocked him away.
"You brat, this is not your fault. I'm here to take care of the cause and effect for you." The old Taoist said it naturally. When he turned his hand, the skull was gone.
"Greetings, senior." Although Yang Ning and Lao Tao were not very familiar with each other, Yang Ning had indeed inherited the benefits of Lao Tao.
"You kid?" The old Taoist stared at the blood-red killing sword in Yang Ning's hand and said, "You are not on the path of killing. If it weren't for this sword, I would first..."
"Senior, I still have unfinished murder." Yang Ning did not dare to let the old Taoist finish his sentence. If he finished speaking, the killing sword would not belong to him.
"Well, you... I think..." The old man seemed to have something to say, but when the words came to his lips, he did not say them out.
"Senior, I understand, but I have something to ask for." Yang Ning didn't know Lao Dao's origins, but from the time when the Sword Sect's Holy Master, and from the time when Lao Tao knew his origins, he was definitely not an ordinary peak power. By.
"Oh?" The old man was stunned.
"Senior, please take your beloved disciple away!" Yang Ning said, while Yao Xinhen, who was standing awkwardly next to him, had his eyes wide open and looked in disbelief.
"this……"
"Brother Yang, I'm...you..." Yao Xinhen was very angry, but in front of the old Taoist, he subconsciously touched his forehead and hurriedly said to the old Taoist: "Master, I also want to do my best in front of you. Xiao, but my brother Yang is in trouble, and as a brother, I will definitely step in for my brother Yang."
"Uh?" The old Taoist's eyes tightened, and he looked at Yao Xinhen with his hands on his forehead, looking for the best opportunity to take action. Because this is no longer disrespecting the master, this is simply bullying the master and destroying the ancestors.
"Senior, it's too dangerous for me here. You also know that I will face that sect in the near future. If I take Brother Yao with me, my beloved disciple may be injured or even die..."
Before Yang Ning finished speaking, Yao Xinhen's eyes widened and he exclaimed: "Fell? Brother Yang, are you kidding?"
"A joke? Do you think I can joke?" Yang Ning asked.
"I, a swordsman, walk the world with the heart of a sword. Do you think I can make a joke?"
In an instant, Yao Xinhen's mood was no longer beautiful.
"Brother Yang, I can do whatever it takes, but this is about the fall, I think..." Yao Xinhen looked at the old Taoist with his eyes again, and there was no longer any fear of the old Taoist.
Yao Xinhen's transformation was very natural, and he said to the old Taoist: "Master, I feel that heaven, earth, king, dear, master..." Yao Xinhen said, counting carefully with one finger and said: "I, Yao As the master's disciple, Xinhen, filial piety comes first, and it is the disciple's responsibility to fulfill his filial piety for the master. Not to mention that you, old man, are already old. I think I can let go of my brother's affairs..."
"Forehead……"
"Ah..." Yao Xinhen ran away with his head in his hands, his forehead rising directly.
I'm so careless...
Despite all the precautions, he still couldn't escape the danger.
Yao Xinhen's eyes were full of tears, his heart was very tired, and his forehead was full of tears.
Yang Ning naturally wanted to see the joke, not only to see it, but also to watch it.
"Life has been boring and boring for too long..."
Lin Jian said calmly, it was very interesting, especially when he saw Yao Xinhen being frustrated one after another, and when he thought about himself, it felt even more interesting.
"Lin Jian, you..." Yao Xinhen roared, but his hands did not dare to let go of his forehead.
"You brat, what do you mean I'm old?" The old Taoist would not let Yao Xinhen go.
"I am a little old, but I am an old man and I am getting stronger with age."
"You brat, I think your state of mind is really bad and you still need to practice in this world."
"Boy!" The old Taoist looked at Yang Ning and said, "I will leave this disciple to you."
"..." Yang Ning was stunned. What does it mean to be in a bad mood? You are in such a bad mood, take it with you...
"Wherever there is danger, just let him go. This brat has really disgraced my old man's face..." the old Taoist said, looking very distressed.
Yang Ning was even more stupid.
"Master, I..." was interrupted by the old Taoist.
"What are you?"
"I think back on my old days, when I faced mountains of swords and seas of fire, I didn't even frown. How could I have such a useless disciple like you?"
"Hmph!" The old Taoist waved his sleeves. The Taoist robe was a little tattered, but it did not affect the old Taoist's "majestic" body. He took a step that he thought was cool and unrestrained, and his figure flashed, leaving a funny back on the spot and disappeared into the air.
"Master, Master, Master..." Yao Xinhen felt that his world was darkened. He wanted to experience, he wanted to play in the mortal world, and he wanted to pick up more skulls, but when he thought of falling, Yao Xinhen was a little creepy.
"Ah...haha..." Lin Jian couldn't hold it in any longer and laughed directly like "Brother Pig".
"The way of heaven is good for reincarnation, who will be spared by heaven?"
Lin Jian left behind a poem that he thought was a beautiful poem. He held the giant que in one hand and Shang Dongrou in the other, and stepped out of the entrance to the ancient battlefield.
"Hey!" Yang Ning also sighed and walked out of the entrance.
"Hey..." Huan Ling imitated Yang Ning's appearance and looked quite cute, following Yang Ning's steps.
"Today's result is yesterday's cause. Today's cause will be tomorrow's result!" Xuanyuan listened to Xue's words, the light boots on his feet gradually became lighter, and he chased after her.
"Master, I haven't fulfilled my filial piety... my filial piety..."
"You, my apprentice, don't want to die young. I'm still young..."
But in the empty ancient battlefield, except for the still floating dust, there was no sound in response to Yao Xinhen's cry.
"It's over, the road ahead is long and dark..." Yao Xinhen felt weak, holding his head high, and hurriedly followed.
And deep in the scattered mountains and forests, under the seal of the black talisman, the colorful colors are slowly gathering at a speed that is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.
Several people shuttled all the way, and soon they were out of the cliff and into the forest.
"Lin Jian?" The Shan family recognized Lin Jian and saw Shang Dongrou as the young master of the merchant. They hurriedly asked worriedly: "Where is my young master?"
Lin Jian was stunned for a moment, but soon understood and said: "Shan De?"
"yes!"
"She must have died inside, right?" Lin Jian said directly, but he was also vague.
"Death..." But the person who spoke was instantly furious: "Lin Jian, do you really think I dare not kill you?"
"Kill?" Lin Jian put Shang Dongrou in place and said, "Come, come, come..."
"Come here!" Lin Jian raised the giant sword in his hand, feeling very confident.
"If you don't come, it's your grandson!" Lin Jian seemed to have already determined what would happen to that man. He actually used a momentum to force the man back.
"No one in the Shan family is a man!"
"Hmph!" Lin Jian was very strong, but at first glance, he seemed weak.
