Deep in the Demon Realm of the Eastern Wasteland in the Radiant World, a divine palace falls on the nine-layer sea of clouds, hidden in the mist, but its power is felt but its shape is not visible.
Qinglong, the divine wood beast from the Four Wastes and Five Continents, has been kneeling at the door for two years.
At this moment, when his mind was on the verge of breaking, he suddenly saw the sun breaking through the clouds, auspiciousness falling from the sky, and the shrine slowly emerging from the sea of clouds.
After a while, inside the palace.
The clouds fall into the mysterious position, and the energy travels through the universe.
A tall figure stood bowed, with hair as golden as silk, luxurious clothes, and a majestic look on his angular face.
"What a waste."
A strange voice rolled down like thunder, echoing in waves, which scared Qinglong's hands and feet outside the door to tremble, but the speaker was nowhere to be seen.
"As long as the mission fails, it actually made him doubt Qinglong's identity. What else can you do?"
The blond man in the temple immediately knelt down on one knee and said respectfully: "Holy Ancestor, calm down, I will deal with this matter as soon as possible."
"Hmph, the matter is over. You don't have to worry about it anymore. Exile Qinglong to Burial Dragon Valley. Go down."
This emotionless voice destroyed the repression in the palace with just one sentence. It also shocked Qinglong who was kneeling outside the palace. His eyes widened and his shoulders drooped. He was so scared that his liver and gallbladder were split apart. He completely lost his former strength.
The demeanor of a mythical beast, half of an old life has been lost.
"Yes, disciple, resign."
The man in golden clothes left the hall with a stern expression, and with a wave of his hand, he scattered the Qinglong who collapsed at the door.
Not long after this, in the south of Yinghuobuzhou, under the Yinma Mountain, the boundless Netherworld Divine Fire burned the sky and the earth purple.
There is a colorful world hidden under the sea of fire, with rolling mountains and trees, quiet rivers, and a beautiful valley hidden in this unparalleled place in the world.
At the end of the valley, on top of the mountains.
Suzaku had just walked out of the temple. His face was as pale as wax and his red pupils were blurred. He was obviously frightened by something.
However, it is much luckier than Qinglong. It is just that its thousand years of cultivation have been abolished, so it is not worse than death.
Not long after, on top of the cloud top of the shrine in the Eastern Wasteland Demon Realm.
Two figures, one gray and one red, stood side by side, looking at the great mountains and rivers in the valley, their eyes as indifferent as stone.
"The spirit of the underworld has awakened, and our opportunity has come."
The speaker was dressed plainly in ocher clothes, with gray hair, and an ordinary face with two eyes that were brighter than the stars on a summer day!
And listening to his voice, he was very similar to the mysterious man in the Eastern Wasteland Demon Realm's palace.
"It's also the last chance."
The man in red next to him has an old face but kind eyes, and his voice is very kind, but the strange thing is that he has a pair of colorful eyes!
The man in gray said: "It seems that Zu Hai should take action. Let's wait and see what happens."
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dusk.
The astonishing black is smeared on the lost Jinluan Daze, and the colorful mountains and rivers of thousands of miles are "painted" into ink-colored "withered vines, old trees and dim crows".
The sunset is red.
Only a little bit of green remains among all the darkness.
The door of the small bamboo house in the Purple Bamboo Forest was ajar, and there was a man lying in the crack of the door. His white hair was disheveled and his clothes were disheveled. There were crooked jugs and wine glasses on and under the table, and the smell of alcohol lingered for a long time.
"Forehead···"
After a while, the drunken man on the ground made a human sound.
He slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were cloudy and empty, and his black beard had covered half of his face, but he could still recognize Bai Yunsheng's appearance.
He chirped, then stretched stiffly.
The sunset outside the window filtered in slowly. Bai Yunsheng stood up with a shake of his head, picked up a wine bottle and walked towards the back room.
After a while, he drank another bottle of wine and walked out while drinking.
If you are not drunk with wine, everyone will get drunk.
If a person insists on getting drunk, no one can wake him up.
Drink, get drunk, drink again, get drunk again.
Bai Yunsheng lived like this for eight days at a time.
There is a stone tablet on the south wall of the house, "Grandfather Bailuzhou's Tomb". The stone tablet is incomplete. Fortunately, there is always Bai Yunsheng's karma seal on the tablet, so he survived the devouring.
"Gudong, gudong."
The pot of wine was about to bottom out again. Bai Yunsheng bowed his head at his desk, as if he was drunk to death, or he was deep in thought.
However, this pot of wine seems to be drunk uneasily.
Before he could get up from the table.
"Bang!"
A loud noise suddenly came from outside the house, and a black hole suddenly opened in the sky above Daze. "Whoosh!" Black shadows like a pack of wolves descended from the mountain and rushed towards the small island, surrounding the bamboo house in the blink of an eye.
The last man in black flew out of the cave. His blond hair was like a lion, and his clothes were embroidered with five drops of orange rain. He walked step by step through the void to the door of the bamboo house.
The leader of Yanyulou's ground group smiled coldly and said loudly:
"Bai Yunsheng, come out!"
There was no reply from inside the house.
The leader of the Earth Group said with disdain and indifference: "Bai Yunsheng, the phoenix flower barrier has been broken, you have no way to escape!"
There was still no reply from the house.
"Boy, don't think that I don't dare to kill you!"
This first-class killer from the late stage of the camp was obviously not a good-tempered guy. As he spoke, he glanced to the left and right, and two killers from the ground team were ready to rush into the bamboo house.
At this moment, "Ah..." a long yawn suddenly came from the room, followed by a lazy voice:
"Who is coming?"
The leader was stunned for a moment, then sneered:
"This seat is composed of golden teeth."
"Ha." A casual and lazy laughter floated out of the room, "You have been looking for me for so long, and you sent a small group leader, are you worthy of arresting me?"
Golden Teeth lived up to its name, and after listening to Bai Yunsheng's words, his molars were already clenching.
In his opinion, Bai Yunsheng is at best a little demon in the Green Soul Realm, which is completely different from his own in the later stage of the camp.
Unfortunately, proud people often do not have a noble ending.
Jin Teeth gritted his teeth and ordered: "Come in, life or death!"
"Huhuhu."
Shadows move with the wind.
Hundreds of assassins of the Earthly Group instantly rose into the air, their hundreds of weapons flashing with cold light, and the entire outside of the bamboo house was completely sealed.
However, at this moment, behind the bamboo house, a gust of wind as fast as lightning suddenly struck. The wind weaved into a net and suddenly froze the figures of the hundreds of killers.
Jin Teeth's breath just fell.
"Puff puff puff..."
The sound of falling to the ground continued one after another, like rain and drums.
The elites of the Earth Group who had just shown their murderous intent were lying on the dark ground in the blink of an eye, turning into dead bodies without breathing.
"This... this..."
The sudden change made Jin Teeth's confident expression pale in horror. He looked at the men around him hemming and hawing, unable to form a sentence that he could understand.
At this time, three feet away in front of him, ten men in black stood like knives, their faces covered and their eyes exposed, as if they were ten sharp blades ready to be unsheathed and drink blood at any time, hiding a murderous intent that was ready to move.
"Squeak."
The half-closed door of the bamboo house was opened, and Bai Yunsheng, with white hair floating around, walked out. His confused eyes stared at Jin Teeth indifferently, and said with a ghost smile:
"I said, you are not worthy of coming to arrest me."
"hiss!"
The silver saddle shines on the white horse, and it rides like a shooting star.
I saw a flash of blood, and Jin Teeth's body fell straight down. His golden eyes were round and he refused to close his eyes.
The Eternal Life Sword passed through the back of his neck, leaving a fine sword mark on his throat, which was silent and bloodless.
At that moment, Bai Yunsheng's "camp position" and "po position" came out together. With the blessing of his life-long murderous intention and the bone-corroding curse, he actually sealed the throat of the leader of Yanyu Tower in the camp with a sword!
At this time, ten strange men in black knelt down on one knee and respectfully said: "Greetings, Young Master!"
I saw that they all wore black scaled cloth armor, which did not reflect light day and night, and was invulnerable to swords and guns. There was a bloody long sword embroidered on the left arm, and the cold edge of the sword passed through a bloody word painted with mountains and rivers: Spirit.
The Soul-Slaying Guards are bloodthirsty killers selected from thousands of mountains in the Southern Wilderness Monster Realm. Each one of them is a powerful demon cultivator in the Blue Soul Realm. After more than two years of training, these people have forgotten their hometown and have become disowned.
Serving a master has become the sharpest weapon for killing ghosts.
In front of the Spirit Killing Guards, these elites from the Yanyu Tower who came to show off their ferocity were not even considered as food.
"Pack up and get ready to leave."
As Bai Yunsheng's voice lingered, he had already walked back to the bamboo house, and the ten killers began to clean up the battlefield neatly.