This time the protagonist doesn't obey, I quit

He came from the secular world, so how could he have anything to do with their Xianmen Bai family.

These are not in the same channel, if you want to make a relationship, you can't get involved!

Bai Chenshan raised his hand, a blue-purple lightning appeared in his palm, he smiled and said: "This is the evidence!"

Between heaven and earth, the colors of the nine spiritual power elements are also different.

Gold spirit power is gold, wood spirit power is green, water spirit power is blue, fire spirit power is red, earth spirit power is yellow, wind spirit power is cyan, thunder spirit power is purple, dark spirit power is black, and light spirit power is black. White.

But the thunder spirit power of their Bai family is different from the usual purple, but blue-purple!

This is unique existence!

Bai Xiu raised his eyebrows and said, "It seems that there is no way to prove it."

Bai Chenshan took out a double-edged spear similar to Bai Xiu's: "There are weapons!"

Seeing this, Bai Xiu was a little suspicious. His gun was a reward from the system... Not to mention, it looks a bit like it.

Click!

Bai Chenshan unscrewed the double-edged gun in his hand, and the long gun became two short guns, showing it to Bai Xiu.

Bai Xiu: "..."

How can this be reasonable!

"I really have nothing to do with you."

Bai Xiu didn't know how to explain for a while.

The reason for the Lei Lingmai was that when he was in Hongtian Secret Realm, he took the source of Lei Ling orally, and the gun was given as a gift by the system. It is too nonsensical to determine the blood relationship based on this.

"It's no coincidence. I, Bai Chenshan, have lived for more than 70 years, and I have never seen other families with blue-purple thunder veins. Moreover, you have the double-edged spear inherited from the Bai family. The most important thing is that your surname is Bai!"

Bai Chenshan stared into Bai Xiu's eyes, and said solemnly.

Ning Er on the side also nodded and said: "Brother, it seems that you are indeed from the Bai family."

This old man's name is Bai Chenshan...

Bai Xiu raised his eyebrows slightly, sensed something was wrong, and asked: "Then have you ever heard of the name Bai Chenxiang?"

Mentioning this name, Bai Chenshan's eyes dimmed, and his voice said sadly: "She is my sister, but she passed away 60 years ago..."

Sixty years ago, Bai Chenxiang broke into the forbidden area by mistake, and there was no news about it.

And then, the news of death came from the Heavenly Palace!

The matter was very strange. Bai Chenshan's parents kept silent about his sister's death at that time.

But Bai Chenshan knew that it must be related to Tiangong!

At that time, the young Bai Chenshan was full of hatred for Tiangong.

Bai Xiuming realized a little bit, and said seriously: "Bai Chenxiang, it's my grandma!"

"You are my sister's grandson!"

Bai Chenshan was stunned, and looked at Bai Xiu excitedly: "Then my sister, she..."

Bai Xiu said leisurely: "However, the current her is in another world!"

Bai Chenshan's eyes were full of sadness, and he slowly closed his eyes.

Already in another world!

……

The fairy world.

The howling wind swept across the barren land at the northern end.

Desolate and lonely, looking around, a piece of golden yellow sand, boundless.

"Awei, it's really hard to find your place here."

An Yi wore a helmet, looked at the yellow sand outside, and said with emotion.

"Well, my name is Weah..." Weah whispered.

Looking at the barren desert, An Yi asked curiously: "Awei, the ghost hands of your clan were made from the holy spring you mentioned?"

Seeing that he couldn't correct it, Weah had no choice but to acquiesce in the name of Awei: "No, the holy spring is too rich in spiritual power, and our bodies can't take it in, so we can only use it to wipe it."

As he said that, Weah raised his thick arm and showed a proud smile: "Strengthening the hand is the most useful for us. Most of the people in the clan can only strengthen the wrist, and I am the only one in the clan who can strengthen it to the wrist." Arm man!"

"Sodersne!"

An Yi nodded slightly.

After what Weah said, An Yi suddenly understood the reason.

This spring water is rich in dark spiritual power, but the human body can't bear it at all, so I have to use part of my body to slowly adapt to this dark spiritual power.

Following Weah through the desert, the two came to an oasis.

"Here we are, this is the residence of our Ghost Hand Clan..."

Weah looked at the scene in front of him, his voice became a little choked, and his eyes were red.

His so-called residence is already a barren ruins, weeds grow wildly, and birds and beasts haunt the dilapidated houses from time to time.

An Yi sighed slightly: "My condolences will change."

He also listened to Weah.

The entire tribe seemed to have evaporated, leaving no trace behind.

Even An Yi felt that it was very strange, vaguely, he seemed to feel that something was not quite right.

"It's been so many years."

Wei Aqiang said with a smile, and led An Yi to a mountain spring: "Boss, the holy spring is ahead."

A stream flows along the rocks, gurgling.

The difference from ordinary spring water is that this spring water is black.

Like ink.

An Yi pondered for a long time, staring at Weah's thick arm, raised his eyebrows and said: "Awei, your arm is really because of soaking in the holy spring? Quick, you swear!"

Weah nodded, and said solemnly: "The people of the Xianmen don't lie to the people of the Xianmen!"

"I can rest assured that!"

An Shiliu showed a meaningful smile, took out the canned water bucket from the storage space, pressed it into the spring, and poured it up.

What Tianxingcao, Huyang Pills, they are so weak, they are so weak!

Next, please call him An Thirty!

Cheerful An Yi was filling the spring with joy. At this moment, his face suddenly became serious, and he said in a deep voice, "There is something wrong with this spring water!"

Weah asked puzzled, "What's wrong?"

"Stay away!"

An Yi stretched his hand into the spring water, his eyes were a little cold, and the corners of his mouth were lightly raised, and he said lightly: "Swallow!"

Suddenly.

The crazy dark spiritual power, centered on An Yi, formed a vortex, and began to swallow the dark spiritual power in the holy spring.

"Boss, this..."

Weah was shocked, not knowing what An Yi was doing.

An Yi's eyes were cold.

At the beginning, he was still wondering why the holy spring appeared, but only now did he realize that it was tricky.

This is simply a spirit-gathering formation!And it's been around for a long time!

Suddenly, night fell.

The sky that had just been cleared was covered by night.

The world fell into darkness.

It seems that the oasis and Weah just now are all illusions... In this world, there is only An Yi!

An Yi threw away the bucket, shook off the water stains on his hands, and said coldly: "Don't be such a fool, come out."

It is unforgivable to fool him with a gross illusion!

Do you really think he came all the way to this barren land just for this? !

shallow!

He already felt that there was a problem here!

"Devil, I have been waiting for you for 1000 years!"

An old and distant voice sounded slowly.

Chapter 485 Seventh Form of Dragon Slaying Nine Swords - Kunyu

"who are you?"

An Yi showed an awe-inspiring look, the black ring on his finger turned into a dragon tooth magic sword, and he held it in his hand: "If you play tricks again, I will chop you up!"

In the dark nothingness.

An old man with immortal demeanor walked out slowly.

This old man, whose body is half-illusioned, turned out to be only in the state of a soul.

An Yi was shocked, soul body!

After living for 20 years, this was the first time he encountered such a strange existence.

"It's been 1000 years, and it's finally you."

The illusory old man stared at him coldly, and said quietly: "Old man, Immortal Jinguang!"

Although it is not a physical body, the old man possesses an indescribable murderous aura!

Golden Immortal?

An Yi had some vague impressions, and after thinking about it, his eyes became murderous: "Old Miscellaneous Hair, you are the one who predicted that the Heavenly Yin Spirit Vein would be a catastrophe?"

He remembered clearly that Grandma Bai Xiu had told him when he was in the Bai family.

Thousands of years ago in Xianmen, an old man named Jin Guang said that the spirit veins of Tianyin were unlucky and would bring disaster.

"The Heavenly Yin Spirit Vein is not a catastrophe, but you are!"

Immortal Jin Guang said leisurely, looking at An Yi with sharp and cold eyes.

He single-handedly created the Tiangong.

Despite several twists and turns, Tiangong finally stabilized after thousands of years.

Using prophecy, Immortal Jinguang knew that Tiangong was facing an unprecedented crisis.

And the intrusion of An Yi and others will eventually end the era of Tiangong ruling the fairy gate!

These intruders are naked demons!

An Yi raised his eyebrows, is he a catastrophe?

"Interesting, old miscellaneous hair, then what's the point of you setting up this broken formation?"

An Yi looked around, calmly, as if the old god was there.

"Trap you here until you die!"

The illusion of the Golden Light Immortal evoked a cold smile.

This formation is not as simple as the superficial spirit gathering formation.

An Yi looked at him in surprise: "After a long time, you want to trap me! Are you serious?"

Immortal Jin Guang smiled sarcastically: "The old man gave up a hundred years of life and built a large formation here just to trap you, a demon, here forever until you die."