"I'm still telling who it is. It turned out to be the Fengshen Sovereign who has recently gained fame in Changliu City."
Yi Hanzhi was completely displeased by the interruption, and coldly snorted: "Little foundation-building monk, I will kill as soon as I kill it, so what can I do."
Xiao Chengbao is now wearing such a piece of skin, in the eyes of others, he is still the Fengju Xu of Wanbaolou in Changliu City.
He stood in front of Guan Xiaozhao calmly: "If it were normal, I would naturally not get involved in Yishenjun's private affairs. However, the foundation-building monk had just purchased a high-grade magic weapon from my Wanbaolou, if it was just a stick of incense, he would be killed. Isn't it my fault?"
When buying and selling, the transaction is cleared, and the merchants who have not heard of are also responsible for the safety of the guests after they go out.
Yi Hanzhi knew that he was talking nonsense, and Xiao Chengbao also knew that he knew. But in this situation, the reason is not important, he is just showing an attitude.
Yi Hanzhi looked at him coldly, like a vulture staring at the carrion.
"Feng Juxu... Do you think I dare not kill you?"
Yi Hanzhi is a cultivator in the late stage of transforming a god. From his point of view, Feng Juxu is only a newly promoted God of transformation, so he can hardly be his opponent.
Besides, Yi Hanzhi was originally a killer.
"Why bother?" Xiao Chengmo didn't seem to hear his naked threat, and said lazily: "Although I may not be better than Yi Shenjun, but if you want to cause some serious harm to the cultivator, it will not be difficult. When the time comes, God of Yi was evasively entered by some Xiao Xiao Cheng, and the gain was not worth the loss."
His tone is plain, but every word and sentence is full of wit.
Yi Hanzhi has always been arrogant and arrogant, and his enemies are countless. More importantly, he is still a lonely man.
Countless people are waiting for him to fall into the mud, and countless people are waiting to take his life when he is weak.
Xiao Chengbao looked at him meaningfully. The trade-off of interests is now obvious. After all, Guan Xiaozhao is not Yi Hanzhi's true enemy, he just happened to see something that was not pleasing to the eye.
"Guarding a thief, it seems that you are also a gang of the thief." Yi Hanzhi smiled sullenly, "There are so many thieves in this world, how to kill them cleanly..."
He is violent, and walks away on the wind—
Finally, looking at Guan Xiaozhao's gaze, it made people tremble with sorrow.
"What does he mean?" Guan Xiaozhao felt that his nose was inexplicably sour, and bursts of bitterness overflowed from his heart.
"The last Nine Phantom Sword you used is Yi Hanzhi's unique swordsmanship."
Xiao Chengbao gave her a pill of Qi Huanqiang, then poured the quick-recovering pill on her palm, and applied it to the wound she had previously cut by Mo Chanyuan: "After the destruction of Handan Yijia, all kinds of wealth were destroyed by tigers. Leopards, wolves, and wolves divided it up, and even many unknown rats stole good things."
He sighed imperceptibly, "He must have thought that the Nine Phantom Swords were also obtained by the elders of your family who stole the Yi family's inheritance."
Handan City was once a great city for cultivation, and Handan Yijia was once the first of the four great families.
At that time, the four great families were still Yi Mo Xuyun, and there was no part of the Lu family.
The great change was nine hundred years ago, about the same time as Guan Xinyu's birth. Guan Xinyu has never experienced the collapse of the bustling giant city in an instant, but when she had an impression of it, Handan City had become a devil swamp.
According to reports, thousands of beasts flooded into Handan City overnight, and those beasts seemed to gush out from the sky and the ground without warning.
Before sunrise, Handan City has become a dead city.
The city walls turned into tombs, and the land turned into swamps.
After the demon beast left, he did not return the sound of Handan City, and the demonized miasma quickly grew in the forest, entrenched here.
A few fragments flashed in Guan Xiaozhao's mind, but he couldn't grasp anything. Yi Hanzhi's eyes were so deep just now, it was more sentimental than fearful in her pupils.
She heard her voice: "What is the relationship between Yi Hanzhi and Guan Xinyu?"
"Yi Xiaoxiao is his own sister." Xiao Chengbao's voice is low: "Yi Hanzhi is the only one who survived the change in Handan..."
When Guan Luye and Yi Xiaoxiao formed a Taoist couple, Guan Luye was already at the peak of God's transformation. He spent only a hundred years with Yi Xiaoxiao, and then it is rumored that he reformed the ruthless Tao and left Yi Xiaoxiao.
Where did Guan Mulu revamp the ruthless Dao? It was obviously recruited by Lord Lanyue.
When he left, it was when Yi Xiaoxiao had a baby in his belly, and it was also the front end of Handan's change. From then on, the Yi family disappeared with Handan City, and Guan Luye's cultivation base rose unreasonably quickly, transforming his gods into a body, Mahayana, and finally fell when he impacted the tribulation period.
Yi Hanzhi's hatred of Guan Luye is not so simple. Not because of Yi Xiaoxiao alone, nor because of Guan Luye alone.
The giant fell overnight, and the family died overnight.
The Yi family's children fought bloody and dismantled their bones, abandoned themselves to fight against thousands of monsters, and raised their arms and shouted, but no one came to help.
Therefore, the cultivation world always has a subtle fear of Yi Hanzhi's existence, and his existence reminds the incompetence and selfishness of the entire cultivation world.
Perhaps if it wasn't because Yi Hanzhi himself was strong enough, someone had already let him die quietly in the corner.
Xiao Chengmo said: "Yi Han's hostility is too heavy, and he acts treacherously and arbitrarily. He is called a madman. You must not contact him privately."
He looked at Guan Xiaozhao's blank expression, and seemed to be touched by the past in Handan. Then he said: "If you really want to see Yi Hanzhi, wait until I get my body back and I can beat him."
After such accidents, Xiao Chengmo no longer dared to let Guan Xiaozhao go back alone, and simply escorted her directly to the gate of He Tianpai Mountain.
They were speechless all the way during their trip. When they were parting, Guan Xiaozhao suddenly asked: "What is the Seven Killing Eyes Ning Linghou is looking for?"
"Seven Killing Eyes are also the creation of Tai Shi." Xiao Chengbao said: "What is it in detail and what it is used for-Lan Yuejun will give you the answer."
He wanted to ask Guan Xiaozhao not to ask Lan Yuejun. Seven kills will only bring bad luck, Guan Xiaozhao should not be involved in it.
However, in the end Xiao Chengbao said nothing.
Guan Xiaozhao has been in this game since she was still Guan Xinyu. Ignorance cannot protect her, it will only put her in greater danger.
When Guan Xiaozhao returned to the gate of the Hetian School, he felt that the atmosphere was a bit wrong.
Looking from the main peak, the sky above Feipeng Peak, unexpectedly rises up the mountain protection formation!
Billowing thunderclouds gather on the horizon, and the sky is crushing. This scene can be seen from a few miles away, but since it is in the station of Hetian, no one stops rashly.
True Monarch Yu Jing took a sip of spiritual tea slowly and called out: "Yuan Qi."
Yuan Qi is a very obedient apprentice, and he immediately responded, "Master, what's your order?"
"You go out and see, which bastard is going to cross the catastrophe without saying hello." Yu Jing stood up slowly: "If it is my brother's stele, please help him write an IOU for two thousand high-grade spirit stones, remember to let him sign Draw bet."
Yuan Qi was insensitive to the contradiction between his master and his uncle, and went out after hearing the words. True Monarch Yu Jing called another person who happened to be presenting something for Master: "Xiao Bai."
A woman dressed in white stood up, her face was gorgeous but her eyes were cold, and her eyes seemed to pretend to be stars. Her skin is extremely white, snow is reflected in the ice, and light is reflected in the snow, her fingers are white and her wrists are frosty.
This is the young lady of the Yancheng Jiang family who brought Guan Xiaozhao up the mountain, the mutated ice spirit root Jiang Xinbai.
Like Xiaoyao Shenjun, Yujing Zhenjun actually likes female apprentices very much. But since he was a child, he was taught by the orthodox program and regular etiquette, and he emphasized the defense between men and women, so he could only envy female disciples of other families, but he was unwilling to accept it.
"Here is the heart white, let the uncle give orders." The words are like beads falling on a jade plate, crisp and mellow.
Yu Jing glanced at her with satisfaction, feeling that Gu Meng had a better vision than Master Xiaoyao Shenjun's picking female apprentices. But the elders must take Qiao, so he deliberately didn't look at Jiang Xinbai, and said arrogantly: "Go and tell Shi Zhongyu to the office, and let him fill up the spirit stones of the mountain guard immediately."
The white-collar Jiang Xin ordered to leave afterwards.
At this moment, there was no one in the hall, and Yu Jing looked at Feipengfeng's direction with a worried expression: "If it's the old bastard in Beilu... I'm afraid there will be forty-nine thunder disasters."
The true monarch of Beilu Lu finally walked out of the bamboo house and sat under the verdant bamboo, ready to overcome the catastrophe.
Guan Xiaozhao encountered this scene when he came back, and knew that it was not a good time to ask the master for peace. He stepped on the longevity sword and hid ten miles away, waiting to see that the monument was struck by lightning.
Watching thunder catastrophe is a chance to gain realm insight. Even Guan Xinyu, who was in his previous life, is only the cultivation base of Yuan Ying, and he can gain a little experience by watching the transcendence of the gods.
Yuan Qi followed the direction where the thunderclouds gathered all the way to Feipeng Peak, stopped next to Xiao Zhao, and asked incredulously: "Uncle Beilu... just like this is going through the thunder catastrophe of the Huashen monk?"
The transformation of the God of Thunder is so dangerous, and many monks are eager to prepare for it hundreds of years ago, with various formation spells and magical treasures piled up.
However, there was nothing in the Beilu, only Shi Zhongyu opened part of the mountain protection formation for him regardless of previous complaints.
"My master is a poor cultivator," Guan Xiaozhao explained sincerely: "He still can't help but sabotage everywhere. He can't even pay the indemnity every day. Where is the extra spiritual stone used to overcome the disaster."
From Yuan: "..."
He knew that the true monarch of Beilu was poor.
But this is too poor!
The physical body resists thunder and catastrophe, even body repair can't be done!
Yuan Qi said weakly: "In fact, you can borrow some from my master..."
He didn't finish his sentence, because even he knew that True Monarch Yujing would never lend anything to True Monarch Beilu, and they would pinch as soon as they met.
In other words, as soon as the two of them meet, the true monarch of Beilu will show the essence of the dual spirit roots of thunder and fire, and the true monarch of Yujing will completely forget that he is an agency head.
Yuan Qi, as the heir of the default head, feels sad whenever he thinks of these things.
The disciple hall feasted on the true monarch of Changge, the master of Qinghua Peak, the true master of Meng, the master of Yaoguang Peak, the master of Lici, and the master of Baiwu Peak, the master of Changning, rushed to the vicinity of Feipeng Peak and spontaneously gathered around Guan Xiaozhao and Yuan Qi.
Guan Xiaozhao felt a little stressed when he accidentally became a road sign.
At this time, the first thunder robbery had already been smashed down.
The mountain protection formation was fully activated, and Thunder Tribulation had already weakened a lot when passing through the mountain protection formation. The real monarch of Beilulu raised his hand, hitting a thunder ball and colliding with the sky thunder, and then disappeared.
Then came the second sky thunder, the third sky thunder... all the way to the forty-ninth thunder calamity.
The sky thunder is still slashing down, one line is stronger than one line, but the thunder ball in the monument is already hard supporting.
"The Seven or Seven Tribulations are not over yet... Is it the Eight or Eight Tribulations?" True Monarch Li Ci said thoughtfully.
"I think it's the Nine and Nine Tribulations."
Changning Shenjun said with a sneer: "The silly and bold man in Beilu, eighty-one sky thunders can't kill him."
The words of Changning God Lord caused a sympathy among the peak masters. Guan Xiaozhao mourned in his heart for the true monarch of Beilulu. It seems that Master's usual image of spring weather can only deceive young disciples, and these old friends can see the essence through the phenomenon.
Although the Lord of Changning was merciless on his lips, he spared no effort to increase protection over the piece of monument Ludu Jie. The other gods were not good at the formation, so they took advantage of the gap between the thunder and threw the storage bags containing the magical tools that did not need to recognize the master to the side of the monument. The monument is not picked up or used, as if it has been fixed.
Gu Meng Zhenjun said with a cold face: "Senior brother, he is still so stubborn! What if he has received the kindness of others? Why do you have to rely on yourself for everything!"
The true monarchs were also embarrassed, and the god of Changning sighed: "Beijing Lu is so tenacious in heart, I really can't wait."
It is strange that Guan Xiaozhao, who has always been stingy, refuses to accept the things that come to his door. After hearing Gu Meng's words, he suddenly blessed his soul.
I slapped a loudspeaker on my body, and shouted in full aura: "Master! This is a gift from the gods who feel that you are cute and amiable, Master! You don’t need to pay the spirit stone or accept humanity, so you can rest assured. Use it!"
The crowd hadn't reacted to the bizarre words and actions of the apprentice in Beilu, but they saw... The Beilu in the thunder picked up the storage bag with extremely fast hand speed.
Changning Shenjun: "..."
The expression of the flower of Gumeng Gaoling was slightly broken.
Didi Zhenjun: "I remember that Beilu Lu was not like this before..."
Yan Changge licked the corner of his mouth and said: "That's because you haven't seen the Stele House for too long. Since Xiaoyao's uncle retreats, and the acting head of the rain mirror, the ticket for the Stele House is not 100,000 high-grade spirit stones and 80,000. Also. There are various groups to ask for fines, and there are a lot of favors that are credited for the spirit stone. If it weren't for all these things, based on the aptitude and the level of cultivation of the monument, how can it be promoted to the gods at this time."
Guan Xiaozhao lowered his head silently.
After consuming a bunch of array flag talisman seal magic weapons sent in, the sky thunder had already struck the 72nd path. At the most dangerous stage, there was nothing that could help Beilu. At this time, he had to lean back on himself again.
There is no wind and no movement in the mountains.
The people of Takeshita have no joys and no worries.
Seventy-fourth sky thunder, the thunder light with both hands in the stele house soared into the sky, knocking out a dazzling white light. Changning God Sovereign staggered, the enchantment he supported for the Stele House was already broken.
The Stele House glanced at this place, Changning understood, and no longer clothed the boundary.
With the seventy-eighth sky thunder, the Stele Lu suddenly stood up, offering a broad sword weighing more than a thousand catties and more than eight feet high—that was his magic weapon, the Sulou sword. The blade was extremely blunt, but it opened the mountain and split the sea. the power of.
For the eightieth sky thunder, he slashed the thunder robbery until it ruptured the gap in the mountain protection formation. Sulou sword became dim and dull, and the Stele House put it away.
The last sky thunder.
He has nothing, and his spiritual power is exhausted.
I saw the Monument Lu flying up and hitting the sky thunder!
"Master!!" Guan Xiaozhao finally couldn't help but exclaimed, God is ruthless, how sad!