Chapter 1687: There are no tigers in the sacred mountain, and the master breaks the laurel halberd and shovels the earth

"Brothers, it's time, I really have to leave the Holy Mountain."

Outside Guizhe Holy Mountain, I was shocked by Beibei's grimace in the wind.

The term "cute dog" pops up in the mouths of people from the Holy Mountain. No matter how many times I hear it, it still feels too outrageous.

He silently moved the mirror to the side and took some other shots, not wanting to embarrass Beibei.

Even after Beibei Dog came to his senses after barking, his face turned red with embarrassment and he wished he could hit his head against the mirror.

Why is Bei Jianxian acting like this again?

Why did I say such arrogant words just now?

Everything was predestined, because of contact with Master Shou and the Five Declines of Heaven and Man.

Of these two evils, one can directly control people.

On the other hand, as long as a person is alive, it is said that the power of decay and the power of the Blood World Pearl will remain, and then lead the person to death from a distance.

Previously, I was carrying a mirror drunk in the wind, preaching with passion, but I thought it was really new and fun to film some battles between swordsmen and immortals.

Now that the novelty had worn off, he began to think about the philosophical issues of life and death.

"Drunk in the wind, right? Come here."

But before he could say goodbye to Bei Jianxian and leave, Master Shou waved his hand from not far away, and Feng Zhongzui's steps that were about to lift froze.

A bad premonition flashed through his mind. After turning his head, he hurriedly said: "Master Shou, the next battle should not be a sword-immortal battle, and it involves many people. We, the Feng family, have no right to preach."

At this time, do you know that you are a Feng family member?

The five regions were amused. Ever since Master Shou went to the Holy Mountain, you have made various remarks. It seems that you have not considered the life and death of the Feng family, right?

Why, are you worried now?

It's not a big deal to watch the fun.

Even if they knew that Feng Zhongzui could not hear the voice on the other side of the preaching mirror, everyone was shouting from afar:

"Don't go, Feng Zhongzui, you've been hard for so long, why did you become soft at the critical moment?"

"Yes, you were so impassioned just now. That's you. It's you who is drunk in the wind. It's not you who's the dog, you've been guided!"

"The Great Emperor of Cangsheng will put it aside for now. The next place Mr. Shou is going to is the Dead Sea. Doesn't this also serve as an eye-opener for us to preach and preach?"

"The Dead Sea, I heard that it is the biggest secret of the Holy Mountain. Can this really be passed on..." Some people also expressed worry. It is obvious that sometimes one cannot know too much about secrets.

But after all, I am still not afraid of death.

To put it bluntly, the law does not blame everyone. It’s just that we don’t have the opportunity to have a glimpse of the scenery of the Dead Sea on weekdays, and no one is brave enough to dare to think about it.

Now Master Shou is leading the way, while Youfeng Zhongzui is holding a big mirror in front of him to take the damage, and the people watching behind are just passing by and accidentally taking a look.

Just take a look at it, and you won’t miss a piece of meat.

If you are afraid of this, what kind of spirit can you practice?

"Stop, please..."

Feng Zhongzui begged softly.

He didn't know what Master Shou meant by calling him to stop him, but he was an ancient sword cultivator and didn't practice spirit refining, so he was really scared!

The Dead Sea really can’t be broadcast!

Across the field and through the mirror, I received a stern voice message from the old master of the family, telling him repeatedly that he must reject Shou Ye and must not enter the Dead Sea.

Once you step into this pit, no matter whether the Feng family is active or passive, jumping into Mizao Spring will not be able to clean it up.

But looking at Master Shou's expression that was half-smiling but not smiling...

Feng Zhongzui looked so ugly that he was about to cry. Who can resist Shou Ye?

"Xu Xiaoshou, I'm going to kill you!"

Bei Jianxian stood on one side and felt ashamed that there was no place to hide. He couldn't help but burst out with anger in his heart. He raised the Emperor's Sword to his head and struck at him.

But to Xu Xiaoshou today, Beibei is really just a little Beibei, not worth mentioning.

He gently pushed his left hand to the side without turning his head back, leaving the handsome side face in the preacher's mirror.

Yuu Guo opened and closed the blade in seconds, and Beibei, who hit him angrily like a calf grinding its horns, said "Ouch" and floated up inexplicably.

"Is she challenging me?"

In the picture of the Preaching Mirror, Master Shou spread his hands helplessly, "She is the North Sword Immortal, and I am the First Sword Immortal. Does the Preaching Mirror not care about the battle that will happen next between us?"

Drunk in the wind, his face turned the color of pig liver.

Can Bei Jianxian defeat you? In that battle between you two, she even lost the entire Jade Capital City.

"Then it's still the same as before."

Xu Xiaoshou didn't want to embarrass Feng Zhongzui, so he waved his hand and said with a smile: "You were kidnapped by me."

Wuyu then saw that the preaching mirror was following Master Shou's butt, and lined up with Bei Jianxian again.

This picture seems a bit familiar.

When Shou Ye climbed to the top of the Holy Mountain before, he also held Feng Zhongzui and Beibei hostage.

Is everything still in his plan?

Daqing has gone through so much, and even the Emperor of the Commons has come forward, but he can't turn things around?

"No……"

Outside the Holy Mountain, the saints were terrified.

The world has been reversed, but it is the world that belongs to Guizhe Holy Mountain.

The sky is shattered!

The holy mountain has collapsed!

One word controlled Beibei, one word tied the Feng family to the pirate ship on the first floor of the sky... Xu Xiaoshou's current situation is different from the past.

At this moment, after the Great Emperor of Cangsheng goes south, who else can stop him?

"What should we do next?"

The Nine Sacrifice God Envoy in palace attire looked at Fang Wenxin with beautiful eyes hesitantly.

The saints of the foreign aid faction, Xi, the only remaining representative of the six tribes, also set their sights on Mr. Fang.

The Great Emperor is not here.

Zhong Yuanzi accompanied him to the south.

At this moment, the only person left in the Holy Temple who can fight is Fang Wenxin, the first-generation red-clothed person.

Fang Lao is very strong. During the previous battle in Yujing's defense, he, like Yu Lao, never used his full strength.

Mr. Fang mastered the White Shadow Copper Coin, one of the ten most powerful weapons, and also used the "Blood Shadow".

If his fighting power is at full strength, he can still make Master Shou drink a pot!

Everyone was comforted by thinking this way.

From the corner of his eye, he accidentally caught a glimpse of Master Shou's eyes with a subtle smile, and his heart sank.

Painted dragon halberd, broken Jun shield, four swords, Yan python...

Sword thought, sleeveless red scorched hands, giant transformation, the power of the Dragon Ancestor, the power of the Heavenly Ancestor, the power of devouring...

Mysterious meaning, mystical meaning, mystical meaning...

Countless!

It’s impossible to calculate it!

Fang Wenxin might be able to make Master Shou drink a cup of wine, but if Master Shou was at full strength, he could make all the saints present not even drink a cup of wine!

The preaching mirror looked over there.

The saints unconsciously moved closer to the center.

This scene made the five realms laugh so hard, because it seemed that the saints had revealed their true form - it turned out to be a group of little lambs being stared at by the big bad wolf, huddled together for warmth.

Fang Wenxin glanced at the preaching mirror, and then looked at the Nine Sacrifice Divine Envoy who was shrinking slightly behind him. His face turned pale and green.

"Why are you hiding behind it?"

He lowered his voice, but the old man obviously couldn't keep up with the times. He didn't know that just lowering his voice was useless. The missionary mirror could still read everything:

"You are the envoy of the Nine Sacrifice."

"You are the only member of the ten-member council on the Holy Mountain today, so you have to make the decision."

Jiuji Gui's spirit body was stunned when he heard the sound, and a look of panic flashed across his beautiful eyes.

Can I also make decisions?
To be continued...