Yaozu, your vest is off

The first step into the fairy gate, the surrounding snow has turned into clouds, misty clouds, and clear cranes are heard in the distance. It seems that there is also fairy music, and the warm wind makes the fairy drunk. The feeling of the twelfth floor of Beijing.

Someone noticed his return, and the vast bell rang, and then a row of flying cranes came over, flying around the place where the boy was.

He cupped his hands far ahead, then followed the guidance of the crane, and slowly climbed up the ladder.

The sky ladder is [-] feet high. For ordinary people, it takes a lifetime to climb this height, but for immortals, this is nothing more than a simple matter.The boy looked young, but his steps were steady, he walked up step by step, surrounded by fairy spirits and cranes, he was really a fairy boy in the sky.

At the end of the ladder is a golden arch, tall and majestic, seemingly unguarded, only it has stood here silently for thousands of years, watching the silent wind and frost.

The moment he just walked into the gate, the empty and transparent gate suddenly seemed like ripples on the surface of the water, spreading layer by layer from where his feet were. He walked straight in without squinting, and then two Lingguan, who was wearing golden armor, bowed to him.

The boy nodded: "Where is Patriarch Hongjun?"

The guard replied: "I don't know, but Xianjun can follow the sound of the piano to find it."

He has been thinking about whether this fairy music was played by the protoss who had the leisure and leisure, but he didn't think it was the ancestor Hongjun whom he respected so much.

"Okay, thank you." He nodded slightly towards the two of them.

"Please." The two made gestures, and then disappeared in front of the fairy gate, and the place returned to tranquility.

There was no embellishment on the young man's white clothes, and his waist was tied with a dark blue belt, but the sleeves seemed a bit loose. His hands were drooping, and the sleeves fell directly to the ground, but it didn't matter, there was no dust to speak of in the fairyland.

Following Xianle, he stepped on the vast sea of ​​clouds, but the next step he strayed into a bamboo forest.

The surrounding bamboos are verdant, the temperature cools down in an instant, and there is only a small road in front of them.Walking along the road, it seems that Xianle's voice is getting louder.

"Master?" he called softly.

Xianle stopped.The young man took a few steps forward, and suddenly he could see the clear pool, and a man with silver-white hair and a very young face was sitting by the pool and playing the piano. When he saw him coming in, he raised his head and smiled at the young man: "I'm back!" ? Is Kunlun Mountain fun?"

The young man's face was cold: "It's okay."

Ancestor Hongjun smiled, then fiddled with his hands, and poured out another song, "I wasn't that cold back then, how did I become such a person after pulling you up?"

When the pearl landed on the ground, he blinked: "This is still the fault of the cauldron, the problem is not with me."

The young man stared at him for a long time, then suddenly asked: "Master, why did you keep me?"

"Oh? You said you came out of the cauldron?" Ancestor Hongjun turned his gaze back to the cold pool in front of him, "Why didn't you stay? You are not dirty, you are the essence of the sun and the moon, and the brilliance of all things. If so, Then why don't I leave you behind?"

At this moment, the young man suddenly took a small step forward, and his momentum changed slightly: "Is there something unique about this pool of water that makes you so fond of Master?"

Seeing the suddenly aggressive child, Patriarch Hongjun raised his eyebrows unexpectedly: "Lao Yi, are you acting like a baby with me?"

What answered him was a cold light that suddenly appeared.

Patriarch Hongjun retreated suddenly, and the quiet bamboo around him also rotted and turned black in an instant, indicating that this was not a coincidence at all, the person in front of him was not Patriarch Hongjun at all!

"Ancestor Hongjun" smiled: "Is he so alert?"

Lao Yi didn't answer him, and pointed at him with a sword in one hand, her face frosty: "Take off your face, you don't deserve it."

Brahma grinned, but didn't care, he returned to his original appearance with a wave of his right hand, and smiled evilly at him: "I have always heard that there is a child in the fairy world, Lai Yi, who is like a little adult, with a temper carved in powder and jade. But it’s not small, and I really saw it today.”

Lao Yi didn't answer him, tapped the tip of the sword lightly on the ground, and disappeared in place in an instant, and the two collided and fought instantly.

Brahma's cultivation level is higher than his, so he can easily suppress him, but as if just to amuse him, he puts his hands behind his back but doesn't attack, just dodges calmly and unhurriedly.

But Lao Yi was not afraid at all, and hit forward with a cold face, the more he hit, the more calm he became, and he didn't lose his footsteps because of his contempt.

In other words, he didn't know what fear was at all.

The spiritual power and demonic energy of the two collided together, and the huge roar tore the small world of the ten directions into pieces, and the two were forced to separate, while Brahma only retreated three steps, and Lao Yi retreated dozens of steps in a row. Can stand still.

"The child is not bad." Brahma stuck out the tip of his tongue, and the scarlet tip of his tongue licked his upper lip, "I heard that you are a natural born spirit body, a fairy fetus bestowed by the earth?"

Lao Yi supported his hand holding the sword, and felt a severe pain in the tiger's mouth, so he slapped it with his palm forcefully, and then stabilized the sword. He let out a long breath: "What's your purpose?"

Brahma: "Of course I'm looking for you, little friend." He licked his upper lip and smiled evilly: "I can't wait to imagine what it will be like to make you into a ghost weapon."

"You can't do it." Lao Yi said blankly, "I will kill myself first."

Brahma wanted to say something more.At this time, a black hand suddenly appeared around him. He was startled, and looked down, and found that it was a ghost with terrifying strength, dragging him into the black hole.

However, if he could be moved in this way, it would be in vain for him to call himself the Demon Lord.

With a twist of the wrist, the black hand was torn to pieces.But then thousands of hands appeared, white bones and dry bones, white skin and black skin, attacking him as if they were summoned.

"It turns out there are some little things mixed in." He clicked his tongue, raised his head and smiled at the cold child in front of him, "I can't find out where he is, do you know?"

The one who answered him was Lao Yi who took the opportunity to raise the sword, with overwhelming momentum, it was bound to split this demon clan in half!

So Brahma had no choice but to go first, the ghost hands around him exploded one after another, Lao Yi's blow didn't hit the ground, and Brahma's laughing voice still echoed in his ears: "Forget it this time, just be careful next time."

Lao Yi raised her head coldly.Divide?It's a pity that he can still tell who is the real master and who is the fake master.

After the black hole gradually disappeared, the serious child behind him was revealed, his palm-sized face was wrinkled together, and the golden light of the mantra was still in his hands. Seeing that the people had been chased away, he lit up his eyes excitedly, and rushed over: "How are you?" ? Are you okay?"

Lao Yi dodged him lightly, and the child fell to the ground and fell flat on his back.