"Mr. Si Ren..."

Xiao Wanfeng hurriedly helped the old gentleman.

This is really life-threatening. Let alone catching the sword, Mr. Siren will fall down even if Hua Changdeng blows his breath, and then he won't wake up!

"Ho...ho..."

Mei Siren took a deep breath and slowly shook out the paper fan. On the fan was "It's not a big problem" and he said weakly:

"Of course I can go back to Gujin Wangyou Tower."

"But the old man also said that the eight masters are the key to enlightenment. Two hours are two hours."

"When the time comes, I will go back. If the time is not up, even if you kill me, you will not be able to enter the ancient and modern Wangyou Tower without being invited."

He stroked his beard, but his hand was filled with sticky and dark blood. He didn't care and smiled: "Young man, haste makes waste, let's strike again."

absurd!

Hua Changdeng really didn't want to kill the Meisi people, but now he couldn't restrain his murderous intention at all.

An hour passed before, and Mei Siren came forward to take the sword, daring to use "Mr. Siren's" reputation in the five regions as a guarantee:

He could go back to Gujin Wangyou Tower, but the Eight Masters were enlightening, and it would take half an hour to go back. It was already a great honor to come out of Xiao Kongtong's body before, and he didn't want to bother him by going back early.

Enlightenment?

OK! I can understand!

Hua Changdeng knew that the Eight Masters could not come out of seclusion, so they must be enlightening a great Tao. He also expected to face the stronger Eight Masters, his "Sword Self", and the concept of Sword Self.

He took the initiative to wait for an hour.

After receiving the sword, the Meisi people did not die, but it took an hour and a half.

Now when the hour comes, you change your words to "two hours". Are there still two hours after two hours?

"Mr. Siren's reputation..."

Hua Changdeng's eyes flashed with cold light.

This would not show that the reputation of Meisi people is worthless.

This old guy might not even be able to go back to Gujin Wangyou Tower. He was just performing the "drag" technique throughout the whole journey. He Hua Changdeng could really pull out his sword and kill himself.

"In order to wait for him, I have broken trust over and over again."

"I might as well tell you that you are short of time and I am also in a hurry. One and a half hours is already my biggest concession."

Hua Changdeng slowly raised the copper lamp in his hand, with a cold expression on his face: "Since Mr. Siren can't return to the ancient and modern Wangyou Tower by himself, and it's so difficult to invite the eight acquaintances, I will lend you your soul and I will take the initiative to go to the building.

I met him in the past."

laugh!

The copper lamp candle flickered.

The atmosphere in Lingyu Mountain seemed to be ignited. Everyone was looking forward to it. Mei Siren's pupils were shocked and he managed to lift the Taicheng Sword in his hand...

"Keng——"

At this moment, the sound of swords sounded.

Stuck between Huachangdeng and the Meisi people, he was thrown heavily by a blue and white three-foot long sword from the mountain with a dragon and a phoenix carved on it.

Divine Sword Xuan Cang!

With a flick of the brush, thousands of people in the mountain were stunned for a moment, then they all showed different expressions and turned their gazes.

And as the scenes of each Zhang Xing preaching came into focus again, spectators from all over the five regions saw a slightly immature face appearing on the screen, looking like he was only sixteen or seventeen years old.

"Xuancang Divine Sword? Rao Jianxian's sword?"

"Who is this young man? How come he has the Xuan Cang Divine Sword?"

"I have told you more than thirty times to pay attention to the young man next to Mr. Si Ren. I just said that this sword looks like Xuan Cang. You don't believe it..."

"How dare he come out?"

"Young hero, you are so brave!"

"I would like to call you the strongest young man besides Shou Ye!"

"..."

The moment he threw Xuan Cang, Xiao Wanfeng admitted that he was impulsive.

It wasn't Xuan Cang's guidance, it was just that as soon as the blood went to his head, he couldn't see Mr. Siren working hard at the front alone, so he did so without thinking too much.

And when the eyes of the whole mountain turned around, there were those from the Sword Tomb, those from Shenyue Immortal City, those from the Feng Family in the Southern Region, and even the Sword Immortal like Gou Wuyue who emerged from the mortal world...

He also knew that there were many people watching the battle in the Five Realms at this moment, and they were even more attracted by his actions. It would be a lie to say that for just a moment, Xiao Wanfeng felt a surge of pride in his heart.

"Woo..."

But as his mind moved, he heard Xuan Cang's mournful cry again.

This sword, which usually always provokes myself and others to cause some trouble, now clearly wants me to draw the sword and leave quickly, don't try to steal the limelight!

Go?

Xiao Wanfeng is not someone who likes to show off his strength.

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But when he saw the weeds and gravel on the mountain from Mr. Siren's back through the blood hole, he took a deep breath and stepped forward to stop Mr. Siren back.

He placed himself directly in front of Hua Chang Deng.

"Xiao Wanfeng..." Gu Qing'er's face was shocked. He was embarrassed, excited, unwilling to be robbed of the first place, but more importantly, he was filled with admiration.

"Xiao Wanfeng..." Lei Shuangxing unconsciously took half a step forward. Before that, he had never known this person in his mind. He only knew that this person named Xiao was the tea-server on the first floor in the sky.

"Xiao Wanfeng..." In Fusang City, everyone in the wine shop who had seen Xiao Wanfeng slash Taixu with his sword, even the semi-saints, now had expressions of disbelief on their eyes. The person surnamed Hua was not Taixu!

"Xiao Wanfeng!"

When the preachers of each family pronounced this name, people from all over the five regions truly knew this young man.

They watched the young man stop the old man with one hand, and with his own strength, he held all the night haze that overwhelmed the five realms on his thin and immature shoulders.

They looked at the young man lowering his head, his whole body trembling, his fists clenched, but he was fighting stubbornly, his neck was red and his veins were bulging, like a bright flower blooming with full vitality.

"Master Xu, if you were me, what would you do at this time?" Xiao Wanfeng's mind was filled with thoughts, and he tried hard to raise his head, raise his head, raise his head...

Lift your head, Xiao Wanfeng!

It’s just a Huachangdeng, it’s just the Holy Emperor. He raised his head and looked directly at the swordsman gods and Buddhas in his eyes!

"drink!"

Xiao Wanfeng shouted angrily, raised his head suddenly, and looked straight ahead.

The pupils dilated in an instant.

…

"Woo——"

The whole world became dark.

Around Lingyu Mountain and in the distance, everyone's figures disappeared.

The scream of a fierce ghost in the distance penetrated into my mind, the invisible shadow scratched my ears and my heart, and the noise became even more harsh.

The sky and earth are covered by night.

Above Qing Ming, a pair of strange and cold ghost eyes opened, and when the cracks were opened, the face of a fierce ghost that was one foot long or even thousands of feet wide was revealed.

There were fallen gods and Buddhas with three heads and six arms, green faces and fangs, and the spirits of evil beasts from outside the realm emerged. They roared from the heavens, and in an instant, the stars withered.

"Boom boom boom boom..."

The heaven and earth collapsed, and the Tao collapsed.

Thunder disasters and storms continued throughout the world, as if the end of the world was coming, and all the unknown creatures that were watching with eager eyes fell into Fengdu.

"Buzz!"

As his mind was shaken, Xiao Wanfeng's face turned pale and he finally got a clear look at the person in front of him.

The Huachang lantern stood quietly in place.

The entire scenery of Lingyu Mountain collapsed as he looked at it, and gradually rose up into the scene of eighteen layers of hell.

The Lords of Hell in the ten palaces are hidden around them, each holding a weapon, their huge size covers the sky, and their faces are playful.

The turbid yellow Wangchuan River rolled down from the merciless waterfall above Jiutian, easily submerging the former Jade Capital, submerging the Zhongyuan Realm, and flooding the Southern Territory.

The river water covered the feet, half of the body, chest, chin...

"Hmm."

asphyxia!
To be continued...