Say it.
The storyteller in a red dress floated down from the air.
He covered his red lips with one hand, and held the yin and yang of life and death with the other hand.
This place has suddenly become his replica of the small world of Tianqi Forest.
The three great Zhandao and Xu Xiaoshou were trapped in this small world at an unknown time.
"Saint slave?"
When the real Saint Slave fell, the three major slashers in the field felt their hearts tremble.
The hypothetical book is looking at the yin and yang life and death in the hands of the true storyteller, and the eyelids have started to beat wildly.
This method of recreating the world...
Tell the truth.
The three major slashing paths in the field have been heard for a long time. They are the power of the space rules of Yin and Yang, life and death.
What Jiang Chaotian didn't expect was that he accidentally entered this space because he was eager to save people.
He didn't even understand the situation, and he didn't even know who had taken the Sanyan Eyes, but he was already in this inexplicable whirlpool.
What the two kings of Hell never expected was that one moment they were pretending to be the slaves of the saint, and the next moment the saint slaves really sent high-level officials over.
The point is, for some reason...
After the two of them got half of Sanyan Pupils, they did not run away in advance.
Being imprisoned now, it is even more difficult to fly!
Zhan Dao is said to be a small realm in the third level of Throne, but in fact it is more like a large realm.
Between Zhan Dao and Taixu, there is a natural chasm - the Nine Deaths Thunder Tribulation.
Nine death thunder tribulations, totaling nine tribulations.
One calamity and one death, one death and one heaven.
Among the grades, the gap is huge.
Let’s just talk about cultivation and don’t talk about Leijiatong.
In the current situation, the two kings of hell, who are at the peak of the Dao of Killing, are naturally weaker than Jiang Chaotian, who has survived three tribulations of nine-death thunder tribulations.
But three tribulations are only three tribulations after all.
Storyteller, who survived the nine-death thunder catastrophe, who didn't know?
The other party doesn't know when it will appear, so everyone is involved in the situation first.
I am already weak in cultivation, but this time I was given the upper hand. How can I break the situation?
"The Seventh Leader of the Holy Slave..."
Jiang Chaotian looked at the storyteller falling gracefully, his eyes uncertain.
He didn't know the identities of the two people behind him, but the name of the Holy Slave was astonishing to his ears.
"Are you also involved in the action of taking away my Jiang family's three disgusting pupils?" Jiang Chaotian asked in a deep voice.
"No, no, no, old man, you have misunderstood~"
Hearing this, the storyteller just waved his hands gently: "The reason why I came here this time has nothing to do with you, Mrs. Jiang. I just saw someone throwing dirty water on my holy slave, and I couldn't stand it."
Jiang Chaotian narrowed his eyes: "In this way, the life and death of our clan's Young Master Jiang..."
"It has nothing to do with me!"
The storyteller smiled and took over the words: "I have no interest in Sanyan Tongmu at all. This thing is not in my hands, but the two behind you..."
As he spoke, he looked at the two kings of hell, shrugged and said: "One has flower fairy eyes, and the other has cross-shaped eyes. Think about it carefully, who would fall in love with your Young Master Jiang's three-disgusting eyes!"
Jiang Chaotian turned around abruptly.
The two kings of hell are a different person with flower fairy eyes and cherry pink eyes, they are really eye-catching.
The other one is hiding his ears and closing his eyes tightly, which is also very thought-provoking.
Jiang Chaotian is not stupid.
It was now clear who was more likely to be suspected.
But before he could ask the question, Yin Cao had already angrily accused the storyteller: "You didn't take Sanyan Tongmu, but Xu Xiaoshou did."
"Xu Xiaoshou?" The storyteller was startled and looked around. He couldn't see anyone else here, "What Xu Xiaoshou? Are you talking about people?"
Xu Xiaoshou: "..."
He is invisible.
But he's still here!
How old is this storyteller, and you still hurt him?
Jiang Chaotian also couldn't see anyone else here.
But now this place is the storyteller's space. Even if he hides something, it is understandable that others have not discovered it.
Expecting this, Jiang Chaotian hugged Jiang Xian, and his expression began to change.
If they are all enemies...
He was going to fight three people alone?
At this time, Yin Cao calmly took out one of the three eyes, and then looked at Jiang Chaotian.
"As you can see, I only took one of these things, and the other one is in the hands of Xu Xiaoshou, the Holy Slave." It is impossible for Yin Cao to take the blame for the Holy Slave.
"How can you accuse someone of innocence out of thin air?"
Who would have thought that the writer would be unhappy? He pointed at the underworld, his beautiful eyes slightly angry: "I told you that Xu Xiaoshou is not here."
Yin Cao: "Haha."
The two of them seemed to be starting to bicker under this turbulent scene.
But when Jiang Chaotian on one side saw the three-hate pupil on the hand of the King of Hell, he was so angry that he couldn't hold it back anymore.
He is from the Jiang clan.
Jiang family, a semi-saint family.
Now in this situation, the two forces in front of him actually treat the Jiang clan member as a fool, kicking the ball back and forth and throwing blame?
"Insult me, Mrs. Jiang..."
"You don't have to leave tonight!"
Never said a word.
Jiang Chaotian put the unconscious Jiang Xian on his back with his backhand, raised his hands, and the space here began to crack inch by inch.
Amidst the clicking sound, Jiang Chaotian's figure floated into the air, and white clouds rose from his hands.
"The clouds open the way to heaven!"
An angry shout.
The majestic spiritual energy exploded.
The regular Dao patterns that trapped the space here were like clouds and mist moving with the wind in the sky. A hole was opened under the force of Jiang Chaotian's palms.
Later.
There was an explosion in the night sky.
Qing Ming split into two halves.
It looks like a big hole has been opened in the sky above Tianqi Forest.
But everyone here understands that Jiang Chaotian's palm took the lead in splitting the storyteller's space.
"interesting……"
The storyteller raised his eyebrows.
To be continued...