This is something most people don’t dare to think about!

If you really want to consider this direction, I'm afraid it will be a temptation...

The world outside is uncertain, and you and I are both like dead horses!

"eighth……"

"eight……"

Lin Ruohuan opened his mouth twice, and each time he felt that his title was not quite right.

You can't call the Eighth Sword Immortal, it's too humble.

He couldn't call out the Eight Masters, so I would like to ask the Eastern Region Sword Cultivator, which one would dare to stand in front of the Eight Masters and call him by his name?

"senior!"

Finally, he came up with the most smooth name in the spirit refining world and asked: "Senior, why did you call us here?"

Tong Feng was immediately alert, and his body tensed to the extreme, as if he was about to attack his prey.

Xu Xiaoshou chuckled lightly.

"Don't be nervous, I said before, I don't like killing people now."

In a word, the three of them were nervous.

Xu Xiaoji almost couldn't hold it in anymore and fell down.

How dare you speak!

Can you kill me?

If I, Xu Xiaoji, don’t accept anyone in this world, I will only accept your big heart, Demon King Xu!

"Brother Lin..."

Tong Feng's eyes wandered, he hesitated for a while, and then in a very low voice, he said through the voice: "It seems, something is wrong."

His attention was not entirely focused on the Eighth Sword Immortal in front of him.

Unlike Lin Ruohuan, he didn't want to die on what most sword cultivators called "glory", so he focused more on his surroundings, trying his best to find flaws in Hua Xiang's Hometown.

However, this realm...

It’s so natural!

There is no flaw at all!

Look at the flowers, the grass...

It's as if it was born here and no one has ever transplanted it.

Even if it is in full bloom, it will bloom again in the same way as before withered, although it is not as gorgeous and with so many flowers as in the pictures seen in Wuming Mountain.

but……

The control of this power is so perfect!

"What's wrong?"

Lin Ruohuan asked secretly.

Tong Feng secretly glanced at Begonia, who was leaning on the ancient tree.

The other party's eyes were so firm and profound.

Even from the time the two of them came here to this moment, they had not even blinked.

It was as if he was not injured at all.

Looking down, the scarlet red body all confirmed the fact that this guy had trapped all the white clothes in the eighth palace with his flower-scented hometown, and then Gou Wuyue broke through the boundary.

"Haitang'er's power is so perfect, so perfect that it's a bit unbelievable..."

Tong Feng hesitated for a moment, then said: "You should know better than me how strong Senior Wuyue is."

"Haitang'er was broken through the realm by Senior Wuyue. Generally speaking, at this point in time, he can barely recover. How is it possible that he can still condense such a flawless realm?"

"In this, I can't even detect half of the fluctuations of heaven."

"This realm is so open, it's like..."
Chapter completed!