My brother is so stable

"This time is different from the past, the ancestor is dead, and this king now has a backer.

Don't you really think that I don't kill you because I'm afraid of your supernatural powers?

Forget it, I have nothing to say to you, where is the Rakshasa girl you chose? "

A tired old voice came from the corner:

"Wang Lingshan kept its promise and returned the Yuantu Sword to our clan, and the princess of our clan will be in charge."

As the voice fell, a slender figure appeared from the corner, wearing a silver cloak, exuding a faint and peaceful aura, which was somewhat incompatible with the atmosphere of this place.

Seeing this, Wen Jing chuckled lightly, and said sarcastically:

"You are willing to spend your money, and you actually gave away all the blood of your ancestors."

The girl in the cloak took off the cloak hat, revealing a beautiful face and long silver-white hair...

She bowed her head to Wen Jing, and said softly: "Tie Fan pays respects to senior."

4 zero... five minus one chapter!

The sea of ​​blood, in that palace.

The ghostly figure of Taoist Wenjing floated forward, turning half a circle around the girl of the Shura tribe, and then slightly parted her red lips, blowing a breath of breath in her ear.

Although the girl tried her best to endure it, a little blush still appeared on her cheeks, and her long silver-white hair fluttered gently.

Wen Jing smiled and said: "He is really a good seedling. It's a pity to send him to Lingshan. Few of the old Taoists there will understand this style."

"Wen Jing, the ancestor's sword is a vital token of my clan."

In the corner, the hoarse voice continued: "We have returned to Lingshan, and the Yuantu sword has been handed over to His Highness, and there is no loss in Lingshan."

"Your words, I will take them back intact," Daoist Wenjing smiled lightly, brushing the silver-haired girl's face with his fingertips, "But whether it is useful or not, that is beyond my control."

Jingle Bell

In another corner, a burly figure of Youdao seemed to rush out of the darkness, his rough voice suppressed the thick anger.

"Mosquito King, what do you mean?"

"On the surface," Taoist Wenjing flicked his fingertips lightly, with a smile on his lips, and glanced at the figure from the corner of his phoenix eyes, "Not convinced?"

The burly figure fell silent.

"Trash," Taoist Wenjing snorted softly, then turned around suddenly, and the bloody gauze skirt fluttered, illuminating the entire hall.

In every corner, the figures of Shura who were sitting, standing or lying down, from old to young, from weak to strong, most of them showed angry expressions.

"Blood Sea Shura is no longer what he used to be, but he still holds a sword and fantasizes about his dreams all day long.

Forgot how your ancestors died?So what if you have a sword, what if Yuantu Abi is found by you?

Such a sea of ​​blood, it would be better to just wither, so why struggle?

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! "

Amidst the ear-piercing laughter, Taoist Wenjing and the silver-haired girl had disappeared without a trace.

boom!

A wall was smashed by an iron fist, and the repressed roar echoed in the dilapidated palace, but in the end, it gradually calmed down.

In a flash of blood flying towards the border of the Netherworld, Taoist Wenjing looked at the girl in his hand, pondered a little, and smiled faintly at the corner of his mouth.

Forget it, there is no way to contact Lord Sea God now, it is better to finish the errands given by Lingshan first, so as not to cause extra problems.

"I wanted to train a maid for Lord Sea God. After all, the blood of the ancestor Styx is quite rare nowadays. '

Ok?

Taoist Wenjing twitched the corners of his eyes, and his immortal consciousness swept towards Fengdu City.

Seeing that the group of war witches carrying coffins and playing music had already walked out of the Xiongguan Pass outside the city, they seemed to be heading towards the border of the Netherworld.

The underworld marshal wearing a hood was sitting on the sarcophagus at the moment, constantly twisting his strong body following the rhythm of drums and gongs beating behind him.

The corner of Taoist Wenjing's mouth twitched a few times, and he suddenly felt that he had worked so hard to be an undercover agent in the Western Sect, but it was always better to be loyal to Lord Sea God...

happy.

……

At this time, in the northwest of Nanfang Buzhou, near a large human city.

Old Taoist Lu Ya carried a big gourd on his back and slowly descended from the clouds. His immortal consciousness carefully searched the situation in various parts of the city.

Maybe it was because he was too focused, but when he was about to fall to the ground, his feet suddenly slipped, and the majestic prince of the monster race, owner of the Immortal Slaying Flying Knife, and No. 1 hunted by the heavens fell forward inexplicably.

Lu Ya was taken aback, but his reaction was also swift. His figure flickered slightly, and he directly cast the teleportation technique, appearing ten feet away, and stood firmly.

Taoist Lu Ya frowned:

This kind of feeling, this kind of disaster situation for no reason, I... have experienced...

what happened?

Why are you here again?

Does this bad luck run on a weekly basis?Or is it caused by the lack of luck of the monster clan?

"Humph!"

How could he be trapped by such bad luck? !

At that moment, Taoist Lu Ya closed his eyes and carefully searched the situation in the nearby big city. After finding the adult he was looking for, he used the method of transformation and turned into a middle-aged woman.

Just as he was about to rush to the big city, Taoist Lu Ya couldn't help but have black lines on his forehead.

The soft touch of the soles of the feet, the slight stickiness, the faint 'fragrance' from the tip of the nose...

Lu Ya gritted his teeth, cursed a certain rude beast, and walked out of the woods.

Along the way, Lu Ya inexplicably bumped into two wild wolves fighting each other. As he walked, he inexplicably walked into a group of mortal robbers' dens.

Although there was no threat to him, these encounters did make him feel bad.

'I feel that this bad luck is much easier than last time. '