In those years, the cultivators we cut together

"I'm here."

Lin Xiaolu raised his wrist with some difficulty, and asked to the bracelet: "How is your side? Have the foreign monks been repelled?"

"not yet."

On the other end of the bracelet, Shangguan Shiliu's distressed voice came: "My father and head master Zhou Mo went to the base camp of foreign monks together. It has been several days and there is no news. Zen Master Wuxin is guarding in Kunlun. We are all here now." Waiting for news."

Lin Xiaolu was stunned for a moment when he heard the words. He didn't expect that the upright head of Kunlun and Uncle Shangguan would join forces. The two have been fighting for most of their lives, and now they have put aside their previous grievances?

While he was thinking, Shangguan Pomegranate suddenly smiled and asked again: "How is it with you, Deer?"

"I'm fine, I've met Wugou."

"Wugou?" Shangguan Pomegranate was obviously taken aback at the other end of the bracelet.

Seeing her surprised, Lin Xiaolu passed his wrist in front of Wugou, Wugou gave him a gentle smile, and then softly said to the bracelet:

"Pomegranate benefactor, long time no see~"

As soon as the words came out, a girl's scream came from the other end of the bracelet:

"Ah, ah, Wugou, you are back. Miss Ben misses you so much. I really want to go and play with you and the bastard. I was bored with my sister and I beat my brother every day in Kunlun, which made both of us tired. .”

After finishing speaking, Shangguan Pomegranate continued to ask: "Where are you now?"

"We are in a country called Jin Kingdom in Shenzhou." Lin Xiaolu said shamelessly: "I killed Yuan Ying with Wugou, and it was effortless. Now I am going to take Wugou to Emei, and then I will consider whether to go to Datang or Go to the truth, listen to the whole"

"I really can't go!"

Before Lin Xiaolu could finish speaking, Shangguan Pomegranate abruptly interrupted his words, the loud voice startled everyone present, even Liu Yuniang stopped moving forward.

Wugou was stunned for a moment, looked at the bracelet and asked, "Pomegranate benefactor, what happened to Quanzhen?"

Under the sun, the bracelet shone slightly, and Shangguan Pomegranate's crisp voice continued to sound:

"Little monk, I heard from your master that now Shushan, Longmen, Quanzhen, and Maoshan are all in Quanzhen to deal with the Ghost King Zong, and then news came from there yesterday that it seems that the ghost mother of all spirits that the Ghost King Zong made recently It has become more and more powerful, from the beginning of the ordinary Nascent Soul, it has become the peak of the Nascent Soul, and now it is only one step away from the Heavenly Human Realm, and until yesterday, the battle between the Ghost King Sect and several major sects broke out At the peak, Zheng Chuan, the head of Maoshan, is still in a coma, Liu Miaoxuan, the head of Quanzhen who participated in the battle, has fallen, and Luo Zhong, the head of Longmen, has his eyes destroyed, his soul is injured, and he also fell into a coma.

Later, Situ Zhong, the head of Mount Shu, had exhausted his vitality and pulled out the legendary Nanming Lihuo Sword from a space called Wuji Jianhai at the cost of exhausting his life force. "

On the other end of the bracelet, Shangguan Pomegranate solemnly warned:

"Now Quanzhen, the disciples of Longmen, Shushan, and Maoshan have all fled. The head of Shushan has sealed the ghost mother of all spirits and Taoist E in the "Sword Realm", waiting for rescue from Kunlun. If you go there now, you will die!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned.

Lin Xiaolu's head hurt even more from hearing it.

The real head is dead?The old woman with silver hair and kind face is dead?

In the arena, Wugou frowned and said in a deep voice:

"The ghost mother of all spirits is getting stronger and stronger. It should be that my brother has slaughtered countless people in the past few days, and let so many people's resentful spirits be swallowed by him, which made the ghost mother of all spirits grow all the way to the peak of Nascent Soul."

After finishing speaking, he looked up at Lin Xiaolu, his eyes revealed grief and said:

"Little Deer Benefactor, we... can only go to Datang."

Tang Long on the side looked at Wugou suspiciously:

"Little Master Wugou, can't you also deal with Yuanying? That Xiuye ​​Zongchun was killed by you."

Wugou bitterly shook his head:

"It's different. Brother was defeated by the little monk because he and the little monk are both Buddhist practitioners. The little monk can suppress him from the source of Buddhist cultivation, but for the other Nascent Souls, the little monk is...just a foundation building after all."

After the words were finished, several people fell silent for a while, only Lin Xiaolu, who was dazed, held the bracelet and whispered to Shangguan Shiliu.

While asking about Shangguan Pomegranate's situation in the past few days, he watched the buildings and buildings below pass quietly by, full of thoughts.

……

……

In the afternoon, when the sun was at its most golden, a group of people stepped into a city in Hunan and came to a golden street.

There are few pedestrians on the street, perhaps because the shadow of the Japanese disaster in the Kingdom of Jin is still there, everyone who passes by seems to be in a hurry, which makes people feel quite desolate.

Lin Xiaolu and everyone came to an inn, asked for some food and a room, and then sat in the lobby of the inn and drank tea.

Because of the news from Shangguan Pomegranate in the morning, the interest of everyone present was not too high, and everyone didn't talk much. Lin Xiaolu drank jasmine tea silently, and listened to Wugou babbling on the side. Kuuzai prayed for the blessings of those who died in the war.

After a while, the food was served on the table, drum oil chicken, fried three shredded, roasted sweet potatoes, several seasonal vegetarian dishes, etc. Lin Xiaolu was in a bad mood, but his appetite and appetite were still there, and he still ate good smell.

As for the warriors who have been trained with beast blood, Tang Long's food intake is not much worse than him. The two are evenly matched, and they secretly competed. Qin Congcong was taken aback.

Wugou looked at Lin Xiaolu, then at Tang Long, smiled, and slowly chewed and tasted the sweet roasted sweet potatoes, while Liu Yuniang held his chin at the side, picking up onions with chopsticks and chopsticks.

She likes eggs scrambled with onions but not onions.

Several people ate with each other and didn't speak for a while. After the meal, everyone continued to sit and chatted at the table.

"It's not even dark now, and there are only so few people on the street. The war of immortal cultivators has already spread to the mortal world." Tang Long smiled wryly, then poured a glass of wine, and clinked glasses with Lin Xiaolu, both of them sighed.

"The little deer benefactor's injury is still not healed, it's better to drink less."

"It's all right, drinking some wine can promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis." Lin Xiaolu boasted boldly.

Now he doesn't know why, and gradually began to like drinking. He likes the feeling of being spicy and fragrant. He probably got spoiled by Tang Long. This guy likes drinking very much. Although he doesn't drink as much as his boss, he still has A little drunk.

"Will you be smart?" Lin Xiaolu looked at Qin Congcong while holding the flagon.

"I don't drink." Qin Congcong shook his head, with a somewhat unnatural expression, "I'm here today."

"that?"

Lin Xiaolu was taken aback for a moment, then nodded in understanding, and poured her a glass.

"It's okay, drink some, you can also liven up your blood, get well soon."