"It's coming soon. As long as you can catch the goddess, you can support my sect!" The only man who can use flying skills is the head of a declining sect. He said he is the head of the sect, and this sect has only a dozen disciples.
If it weren't for the fact that this "unique skill" was still supported, it might have been destroyed in this world long ago.
This time he tried his best and wanted to give it a try. However, as far as he could see, God was still on his way to him. He was the first to arrive at the goddess and had not met a powerful enemy yet. No matter how he thought it was, he was all his.
The era is coming!
"I don't understand when I see this person's slutty smile. Is it really fun to see others being struck by lightning? Some people are rushing to find lightning, but they are really tired of being struck."
Dou was still in Yang Xuan's arms, looking at someone below who was constantly smiling lewdly with a lewd smile on his face as if he was looking at a lunatic.
"This is what is called whimsical?" Yang Xuan looked at the person below him with compassion. He could guess what the person was thinking, but because he knew what he was thinking, he felt more and more.
He became pitiful.
"I want to say that I don't like this person, please help me solve him, otherwise it will affect the initial formation of Xing'er's divine body." Doudou glanced at the cultivator who was about to catch up with them again.
He said to Yang Xuan, as if he was talking about something ordinary.
Yang Xuan shook his head helplessly, but he still obeyed Doudou's words. After all, what he cares more about now is whether Duanmu Xinger can really become a god. This is a very important thing for him.
The master and his wife are still waiting, not to mention that the medicine Duanmu Xinger took was made by herself. It is reasonable and reasonable. She should ensure her safety and must not let external forces affect her.
"There is still a little bit, I'm about to grab the goddess's clothes." The cultivator was about to grab Duanmu Xinger's clothes, and an expression of ecstasy appeared on his face, but he found that he seemed to have discovered something.
The thing is that no matter how hard you put, you cannot touch the hem of the goddess's clothes, as if you were blocked by a magical power.
"What's wrong?!" The cultivator was disorganized for a moment and almost fell from it.
"Master! What's wrong with you?!" The disciple below, who had been panicked, was so scared that he was so scared that he shouted loudly at the cultivator above.
"What are you shouting?! I'm not dead yet! You're just shouting here. Do you want me to die?!" I was angry because I couldn't catch Duanmu Xinger's clothes, and heard his disciples shouting.
I became even more angry. "You are just afraid that others don't know that we are here, right?! You shout so loudly, be careful that someone will come, and I will leave by myself and leave you here!"
"What a fool. Even if he didn't shout so loudly and flew so high, are those people all fools? Can't you see his mother?" Doudou listened to what the cultivator said to his disciple with some disdain.
When you get to such a leader, please hide it quickly. Why do you still follow me?!
"Look. Those guys outside are not fools, how could they not see him?" Doudou looked up and could see those guys outside who had been hiding in the mountains. They were already ready to move. She had said it a long time ago
, people cannot get up early without profit. Not to mention that it is almost impossible to meet a god on this small planet. How could they not be moved when they see Duanmu Xinger's existence as suspected to be a god?
"Hmph! That old guy is really brave, but his luck is not as brave as his."
"Do you think you can only fly? When you land, aren't we going to hold it in our hands?"
The forces on the outside began to gradually surround the middle, but the cultivator in the sky now completely focused his energy on the barrier above him, and he had no idea that there were even more terrible things slowly approaching.
"It seems that we don't need to do anything anymore. They will solve these problems themselves." Doudou said seriously.
Yang Xuan looked down and saw at least a dozen forces surrounding them at the same time. There was no way that the noise just now was too big. Even if he didn't want to attract attention, it was unlikely.
"I think the following drama should be good." Doudou came to this conclusion.
The disciple below who was waiting to inform the news was very nervous at this moment, because the ominous feeling became more and more intense. He looked around with some fear, and always felt that there was murderous intent behind the seemingly ordinary rocks.
I have to say that he is much more alert than his master, but his strength is too low and he has no idea what the danger he will face next.
He looked around carefully, afraid that he would miss any details. But no matter where he looked, he would feel that there was no problem, but it seemed that there was another problem, which made him feel like a frightened bird.
"Bah, I just found such a useless thing to put it wherever I wanted to guard against us. It really gave us a face!" The word behind a piece of gravel obviously looked down on the boy who was on guard.
Full of disdain.
"You are saying this freshly, as if there is something amazing in their lineage. Just picking generals from the slut, relatively speaking, this child is still good." Someone joked that he didn't agree with it.
Everyone present had contemptuous smiles on their faces.
"Who!" Although the laughter was very small, it was still discovered by the alert boy. He looked around alertly, his face was pale, and large amounts of sweat slid down his cheeks, and his face was full of expressions.
"What are you calling me again? Didn't you see me thinking of a solution?" When the head of the upper sect heard his disciple screaming loudly, he subconsciously wanted to curse. The moment he lowered his head, he forgot about it.
What do you want to say?
There were many people gathered below. From his perspective, they could see clearly, but it was not a happy thing. He just felt that he was about to faint. Is his good luck almost useless?!
"Oh, it seems that I have discovered all of us." A man in white appeared on a small hill, with more than a dozen men in black behind him, and the folding fan in his hand was slowly slapping, looking relaxed and freehand.
"You! You! Why did you come?!" Since one person appeared, many people also appeared.
"Master Sun, you're sure you can swallow such a big piece of fat?" The man in white slapped the folding fan, and a recliner appeared behind him. He sat down. He wasn't it.
How can ordinary cultivators and royal bloodlines be like those wild men? (To be continued...)