As a genius, I am the weakest in my family?

However, he transferred all of An Lan's injuries to himself.

Therefore, An Lan, whose Taoism should have collapsed, turned dead and came back to life, carrying the immortal coffin and aiming to kill the golden-winged Dapeng.

However, Chen A'man, who was originally filled with demonic flames, suddenly collapsed physically.

But he died quietly in the mountains...

Not long after An Lan left.

Suddenly, ripples appeared in the wild mountains, and Tamala, the chief lecturer on Mount Xumi, walked out of nothingness.

Tamara was wearing a grey monk's robe and a pair of straw sandals. He had an old face and a hunched back, like an old monk who was about to die.

Beside him, the evil monk Futu had a pale face and followed him like a servant.

Looking at the corpses scattered all over the ground, Domo Luo said calmly: "We are a step too late. King Dapeng and Chen Aman have already fallen, and An Lan has carried the coffin into the mountains."

Fu Tu's face changed slightly: "There are Dao fragments everywhere in the wild mountains, and there are many cracks. If you are not careful, you will fall. An Lan hid in the mountains. If you want to hunt her down, I'm afraid..."

"The battle for supremacy is about to begin, and all the saints in the Great Wilderness will become nourishment. God knows, she has nowhere to escape."

Domoro looked into the depths of the wild mountains. His eyes, which were like a pool of stagnant water, gradually brightened, and finally turned into two real rays of light that fell into the mountains, as if he saw An Lan staggering forward through the fragments of the Tao.

After a moment, the light in his eyes faded, and they turned back into a pool of stagnant water. He walked towards the depths of the mountains.

Every step was taken on the place where An Lan had stepped before, without any error.

When Fu Tu saw this, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and he followed closely behind him towards the mountains.

Even if he were to live another life with the Taotie magic power and his cultivation level returned to the peak and he could be called a Saint King, he still didn't dare to be disrespectful in front of this old monk.

Because this chief lecturer in the world of Xumi may have already stepped half a foot into that threshold.

Not long after they left.

A Taoist priest riding a green bull descended from the sky.

The Taoist priest was holding a tattered long sword in his hand, his eyes swept across the battlefield, and although he still had a nonchalant smile on his face, his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

The Taoist priest waved his sleeves to destroy all traces left by An Lan and rode his cow into the mountains.

Every step.

He will erase the mark behind him.

As he disappeared, the wild mountains became silent again, as if nothing had happened.

......

"Brother Wang Dao, you said you had a friend..."

On the vast snowy plain, Chen Zhian rode the nine-headed lion slowly towards the north, while Bai Anpin followed beside him, half a step behind with his head lowered and his eyes submissive, just like a lackey following a dandy boy.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally couldn't hold back the curiosity and desire in his heart, and asked about the friend Chen Zhian mentioned yesterday.

He was really curious.

Who exactly is the friend that Wang Liu mentioned who could allow him to meet Chen A'man and An Lan?

He vaguely guessed it was someone, but he didn't dare to believe it.

It is almost no secret now that God is targeting Dahuang. Everyone knows that in order to end the battlefield, either half of Dahuang’s people will be killed or injured, or Dahuang will be reborn from despair and a bloodbath will break out.

Since Wang Liu had ascended from the battlefield of the Void God Realm and caused such a big commotion, it must be that the King of Chenliu in the Great Wilderness, who was said to be extremely evil, was most likely dead.

Thinking of Chen Zhian.

Bai Anpin couldn't help but think of Chen Aman and An Lan again.

The Taoist tradition in the world of immortal martial arts is strict. The Kunlun Immortal Mountain, which has been passed down from 400,000 years ago to the present, cares a lot about the inheritance of master and disciple. It is rumored that Chen A'man and An Lan were recognized by the Yuanxian and the ancient demons at the Great Wall of the human race, and performed the ceremony of becoming apprentices, and only then did they realize the complete immortal and demon creation skills.

If the rumors are true, then the fallen immortal An Lan is the oldest ancestor of Kunlun Immortal Mountain, and he is not an outsider after all.

The reason why Bai Anpin has never taken action against the cultivators in the Great Wilderness is actually due to this reason. He wants to leave them a way out so that if they go to the Great Wilderness in the future, at least they will still have some friendship with him.

"My friend is the one you guessed."

Chen Zhian looked up at the snow that had fallen again and said with a smile, "My friend is now a taboo in this battlefield. God wants to strike him to death with a thunderbolt. I dare not call him by his name."

"It really is him. He actually survived..."

Bai Anpin's face was slightly happy, but he immediately suppressed his smile and asked in a low voice: "What happened in the battlefield of the Void God Realm? Did you really kill Fairy Tan Tai and the Little Demon King?"

Chen Zhian said: "How can that be possible? I am not a murderer, and I can't kill them all."

Bai An said sourly: "That's true. They all have the potential to be emperors. They are blessed by heaven and can expect great success. How can they be killed so easily?"

Chen Zhian said with regret, "The main reason is that there were too many people. When they saw that the situation was not good, many of them fled the battlefield. I only killed about three out of ten of Xumi and Shenmo Tianxia. The top ten were killed cleanly, and I think I also killed a few of the top ten Xianwu. It's a pity."

"It's quite nice..."

Bai Anpin agreed casually, then reacted and looked up at Chen Zhian in shock: "You...you killed three out of ten, and you killed the first ten completely?"

Chen Zhian said as if it was a matter of course: "Yes, they wanted to kill me, so I had to kill them all. Do you think I shouldn't kill them?"

"Deserve to die...Deserve to die..."

Bai Anpin wanted to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, but found that it was so cold that the sweat had turned into ice chips when it came out. He could only smile awkwardly and remain silent.

He knew that the young man in front of him was incredibly strong, but he didn't expect him to be so outrageous that he could kill all of Xumi and the top ten gods and demons.

You should know that the top ten in every world of Xushen Realm are at most forty years old. They are praised as the golden generation that emerged in the era of great contention after the ancient emperor, and they are full of evildoers.

From Tongxuan to Huaxu, none of them are as numerous as the monsters in Xushen realm.

And the young man in front of him with a sword hanging on his waist actually killed two layers of the world directly. If he had not witnessed with his own eyes that he killed seven hundred Tongxuan with his sword and killed Xuan Bei with strange means, he would not have dared to believe it.

After a long silence, he suddenly seemed to remember something, raised his head and said with a complicated expression: "So what you said about going to Shaodi Mountain to kill Ji Wudao is also true?"

"Of course!"

Chen Zhian looked into the distance and said as a matter of course: "If he wants to kill me, I will kill him. This is only natural."

“But he is the destiny of the Tongxuan Realm battlefield...He is favored by the heavens and has reached the end of the Tongxuan Realm. It is said that he has killed more than one Dongtian Grandmaster before entering the battlefield. It is as difficult as ascending to heaven to kill him!”

Bai Anpin was a little worried. After all, Wang Liu had worked so hard to plant the sword in Tianhe and paved a way for him. It would be a pity if he just died like this.

Unexpectedly, Chen Zhian seemed to not care at all. He looked at the pouring snow in the distance and said quietly, "It's not like I haven't killed Tianming before, and it's not like I haven't ascended to heaven before..."

After saying that, Chen Zhian patted the nine-headed lion under him and said, "Old Nine, let's go. The wind and snow are getting stronger."

"Roar!"

The nine-headed lion howled flatteringly, then looked at Bai Anpin with contempt, raised its nine heads, and ran towards Shaodi Mountain in the wind and snow.

The Nine-Headed Lion, whose real name was changed from Cangwu to Laojiu by Chen Zhian, has much more discerning eyesight than Bai Anpin.

He didn't care at all whether Chen Zhian could kill Ji Wudao.

After all, as an ancient ferocious beast, it has figured out that as long as it kneels fast enough and licks sincerely enough, no one will be willing to kill it.

Of course everyone will be happy if the new master wins.

If I lose, it's just a matter of changing my master and my name...