In the world of cultivating immortals, people can have a XNUMX/XNUMX relationship with anyone

After Soul Eye made up his mind, he revealed the aura of a fifth-grade Taoist saint, shaking the universe, shattering the void, and headed for the Central Continent.

After Soul Eye left.

The figures of the three Yuanhun Mountain elders, Soul Bone, Soul Blood, and Soul Flesh, gathered together.

"It seems like he wants to avenge his apprentice?" Hunxue, dressed in a blood-red robe, said with narrowed eyes.

Hunrou sneered, "Going to the Central Continent? He's the only fifth-rank Taoist saint?

Let alone him, even if we three fifth-rank Dao Saints, plus the Sect Master, went to the Central Continent together, we would be slapped to death by Qin Tian one by one!"

When they heard Soul Flesh mention Qin Tianyi, a name that was almost a taboo for the Taoist Saint, fear flashed in the eyes of Soul Bone and Soul Flesh.

They could still vividly remember the scene where Qin Tianyi slapped a high-level Taoist Saint to death with one palm. The Taoist Saint’s blood almost dyed the entire continent red. The laws were broken and there was darkness.

That was an era when the saints of Taoism cried out in sorrow.

"He wouldn't dare to set foot in the Central Continent. He would probably only be able to send some lousy fish and shrimp to the Central Continent to gather information for him."

Soul Bone said slowly at this time.

"What Elder Soul Bone said is absolutely right." Soul Blood and Soul Flesh both flattered him.

When Soul Bone disciples become the Holy Sons of Yuanhun Mountain, there is no doubt that the status of Soul Bone will also rise.

After all, as a disciple of Hun Gu, Bai Wuya will be cultivated with emphasis by Yuanhun Mountain in the future after he becomes the Holy Son of Yuanhun Mountain. As long as he does not die, he will definitely become the new master of Yuanhun Mountain, because the current master of Yuanhun Mountain, who is also the founder of Yuanhun Mountain, Yuanhun Ancient Sage, has already vaguely intended to abdicate.

Soul-blood and soul-flesh naturally want to curry favor with soul-bone at this moment.

Soul Bone also nodded with satisfaction at this time.

the other side.

In an unknown continent.

An incredibly handsome young man in white chopped off the head of a ninth-rank Taoist emperor with a wave of his hand. A vast amount of emperor blood gushed out, and wherever it fell, it became a blessing.

Just then, a stream of light flew towards him.

The young man in white reached out and grabbed Liu Guang.

A piece of information suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Mo Xuan is dead, and I, Bai Wuya, have been promoted to the Holy Son of Yuanhun Mountain?" The young man in white was surprised, and then he looked at the headless corpse of the Ninth Rank Dao Emperor with an apologetic look on his face, "It's a pity that I didn't receive the news earlier, and your death was in vain."

After saying this, the young man in white waved his sleeves, and the imperial envoy and his head turned into powder.

"How could the Central Continent allow Mo Xuan to fall?" Bai Wuya, who was dressed in white and extremely handsome, pondered at this moment, "Although this guy is arrogant, his strength is beyond doubt. Even I have to be careful to deal with his pupil technique. This Central Continent does not allow the emergence of Dao Saints. Anyone who can kill Mo Xuan must be a rare opponent."

Thinking of this, Bai Wuya looked towards the place where the Central Continent was located, grinned and said, "They say curiosity kills the cat, but I just want to see if this Central Continent without a Taoist Saint can do anything to me!"

The words fell.

Bai Wuya also rushed towards the Central Continent.

the other side.

After Mo Xuan was killed by the Qingmo Painting Saint.

The Blue Ink Painting Saint hurriedly said to Li Zhoujun: "I have already checked what the Blue Emperor told me to do."

"No need, I know everything." Li Zhoujun waved his hand, and then smiled at Qing Mo Huasheng and asked, "How long have you been here?"

Qing Mo Painting Saint looked embarrassed: "It's been a while, isn't it because I don't dare to disturb Qing Emperor from reminiscing about the past with his friends?

The kid who first came to Yuanhun Mountain actually dared to attack the Green Emperor. That’s why I couldn’t help but take action.

Besides, even if the old man didn't take action, the Green Emperor could easily kill this little Half-Step Dao Saint."

Li Zhoujun smiled but said nothing. How could he not see that the Qingmo Painting Saint deliberately showed up at the critical moment to increase his presence and favorability!

At this time, Emperor Beichen asked Li Zhoujun in confusion: "Emperor Qing, who is this senior..."

"I am the Qingmo Painting Saint, the master of Moshan Painting Fairy, and now a loyal follower of the Qing Emperor!" The Qingmo Painting Saint introduced his identity righteously.

"Old senior, although some things are difficult to ask, I still can't help but ask, were you really beaten to tears by the Green Emperor?" Mu Zhenhuang asked the Green Ink Painting Saint.

Upon hearing this, the Blue Ink Painting Saint smiled generously and said, "I did cry at that time, but I was crying because why did I meet the Blue Emperor only now? Why didn't I meet a wise master like the Blue Emperor earlier?"

Li Zhoujun: "..."

Upon hearing this, Mu Zhenhuang and Emperor Beichen both looked at Li Zhoujun thoughtfully.

As a person who could be followed by a second-rank Taoist Saint, the Green Emperor must be more extraordinary than they imagined.

"By the way, Emperor Qing, I have some things that I need to go back and take care of for some time." The Qingmo Painting Saint said to Li Zhoujun at this time.

"What's the matter?" Li Zhoujun asked.

Qing Mo Hua Sheng looked embarrassed: "I accidentally broke the body of Mo Shan Hua Xian, and I have to rebuild it. After the rebuilding, her previous memories will disappear, and I will cultivate her character again, but the materials are not available in the Central Continent, or I can't find them in a short time."

"Go ahead." Li Zhoujun nodded, "Moshan Huaxian's personality really needs to be improved."

"Thank you, Qing Emperor!" Qingmo Painting Saint was overjoyed.

After a conversation, the experienced Qingmo Painting Saint clearly felt that Li Zhoujun was treating him as his own.

After the Qingmo Painting Saint saluted Li Zhoujun with his fists, his figure disappeared from the spot.

Li Zhoujun smiled at Emperor Beichen and Mu Zhenhuang and said, "It's done, let's go."

After saying that, Li Zhoujun put his hands behind his back and walked towards the sunshine, leaving only a thin and tall back view to Emperor Beichen and Mu Zhenhuang, looking very tall.

the other side.

As the Painting Saint Qing Mo stepped out of the land of the Central Continent and flew over the sea, a figure appeared in front of him.

The person standing in front of the Qingmo Painting Saint was none other than the middle-aged man named Hunyan.

"Isn't this the Great Sage of Soul Eye?" Qingmo Painting Sage said with a smile after seeing Soul Eye.

"You killed my disciple?" Soul Eyes was filled with murderous intent when he sensed the remaining Mo Xuan's aura on the body of the Blue Ink Painting Saint. However, he suppressed his murderous intent and asked the question in his heart, "How did you end up on the Central Continent? Didn't Qin Tianyi kill you?"

The Blue Ink Painting Saint was slightly stunned, then he looked down at the few drops of blood on his body, and said with a smile, "I have been a little bit arrogant recently, and I didn't pay much attention to the blood stains on my body when your disciple died. Well, your disciple's blood is quite special. You must have done something to it, right? After all, I have already become a Taoist Saint, untainted by dust. Your disciple's blood is really dirtier than dust."

After saying this, the Blue Ink Painting Saint activated his magic power and first cleansed the bloodstains on his body, and they disappeared in an instant.

"Asshole!" Soul Eyes was furious at this time, "How dare you, a mere second-rank Dao Saint, kill my disciple?!"

The Qingmo Painting Saint sneered: "Do you know who your good disciple offended?

Even your mountain master cannot afford to offend this person. If I don't kill him and give him a quick death, he will only die a more miserable death!"

While speaking, the Blue Ink Painting Saint quietly stood on the land of the Central Continent again.