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"What evil did I do in my previous life, and I have to suffer like this in this life!"

The child was leaning on the fence, peeking into the yard with wide-eyed eyes.

The uncle with a withered face was lying on top of an old cow, and the sound of howling was earth-shattering.

The cow lay sideways in a pool of blood, with a big gash in its stomach, but there were no intestines or internal organs inside, only lumps of bloody meat, which had been gnawed badly.

People in the village will not kill cattle even if they have no meat to eat. They are used for work and half life of farmers.

The cow was obviously bitten to death by a very hungry beast. It was torn from the tender belly, and the internal organs were eaten up. When it turned to eat something else, the owner found it.

Relatives and neighbors surrounded him in the yard, comforting him in a few words in local dialect.

But consolation is useless, the cattle are gone, and I can only rely on the hand plow if I don’t buy a new one, it will be exhausting.

The owner of the cow was so sad that he even cried three times.

The next day, when the child passed by here again, he suddenly smelled a strange fragrance.

He searched for the smell and found that it was the house where the cow died.

The cow's body was no longer where it was, and the blood on the ground was washed away and covered with new soil.

The kitchen door was open, broth was gurgling in the cauldron, and the owner of the cow, who was crying heart-rendingly for the death of the cow yesterday, was currently stirring with a spatula.

The crispy boiled beef and blanched beef bones swirl in the muddy soup, rolling out bursts of rich meat aroma.

"Uncle," the child yelled from the top of the wall, "Is the stew in the pot your cow that died yesterday?"

Although the owner of the cow was puzzled, he responded.

"Yesterday you were crying so sadly, why did you eat it again today?"

The owner of the cow said inexplicably: "The animal is raised. Besides doing work, of course it is for people to eat. Should I put it in the ground for peace?"

Children at this age do not yet understand this complex emotional transformation.

The owner of the cow is really sad when he cries, and he doesn't hesitate to eat meat, there is no contradiction between this.

Before leaving that day, the child was rewarded with half a cow bone by the cow owner like a puppy.

He sucked the oily bone marrow, and only remembered what the other party said, "Animals are raised to be eaten by humans."

Later, the child grew up, worshiped in the fairy gate, and became a monk.

At that time, the spiritual energy in the world was thin and natural disasters were rampant, so the young people simply went out to help the world.

The southern region is mountainous, rainy and torrents, the young man flew over with the imperial weapon and rescued a family from the thatched hut that was about to collapse.

The flood was too urgent this time, and before he had time to fish out the gold and silver in the house, the flood with yellow mud washed away the house.

The young man was very sorry, but the family was still grateful and shouted for the grace of the immortal. It is good enough to save their family's life, and nothing is more important than human life.

The young people kneel and worship, thoughtful.

In the days that followed, he was still helping the world, but he was only saving people, and he no longer helped to fish for things.

Later, there was heavy rain and torrent again, and the young man rescued a pair of grandparents.

Among them, the grandson was only as old as a child back then, and asked the young man in a tone similar to that of the past, obviously he could save the sheep in the pen, why not?

Before the grandson could finish his sentence, his grandfather lifted the muddy sole of his shoe and pulled him up.

"It's a great kindness and great virtue for the immortal to save our lives, don't go overboard and still think about your sheep!"

The grandson was whipped and ran all over the ground, feeling aggrieved in words.

At that time, the water hadn't entered the yard at all, and fishing for sheep was a matter of convenience. If the immortal didn't do it, he was going to fish for it himself, but was suddenly taken away from the sheep pen by an invisible force.

Amidst the childish cries, the young people seemed to recall the small fenced courtyard with the smell of meat.

In his hand was half a beef bone wrapped in thick soup, and the bone marrow inside was very sweet to drink.

Animals are animals, and only animals.

…………

……

Taitan Beach leaned on the large stone seat with his forehead, and slowly opened his eyes.

The aroma of beef lingering in the dream is like a steamed morning mist, quietly dissipating when the morning sun rises.

He is no longer a confused child outside the fenced courtyard, nor is he a fairy with a sword, but he still sits in this dark and spooky palace, the seat of turmoil.

Perhaps because of the quiet and deep underground, he occasionally takes a nap like the residents here, and occasionally dreams.

When people get older, they always remember some old things.

But looking back at the past at the critical moment of container replacement, it seems that there is always something unlucky.

someone is coming.

Only a few people can enter this hall floating above the underground palace.

And the one who is so silent can only be Moloko.

As if seeing the master's displeasure, the next moment, the low black figure stopped beside the throne, and Tai Tun's fingers casually resting on the armrest were wrapped in a soft wetness.

The latter didn't move, it seemed that for the two of them, it was just a normal waking and napping activity.

Perhaps it was because he had just dreamed about the past and compared his heart with his heart, so Jiao Tai Tun couldn't help but think of some past events about the people around him.

Thousands of years ago, this underground city was just in its infancy, and the various rules were still chaotic.

Either out of pity, or some kind of superficial compassion, Taituntan successively adopted several demon orphans who were hit by the New Deal and became homeless.

Mo Fengzhi was the first, but Mo Luoke shouldn't have been the last.

However, hundreds of years have passed, but there is no new orphan who can call Tai Tu Tan "father".

The slightly stretched belly made Tai Tutan stop to recall, and the hostility hidden between his brows also dissipated a lot.

He pulled out his wet fingers, and said softly, "Luo Ke, come here."

There was a soft rustling noise in the darkness, and then Moloko came up to him with ease, and silently untied Taishuitan's belt.

He leaned between the man's knees and looked up docilely. He removed the leather mask, revealing an unexpectedly handsome face.

It's just that the neckline is still tied to the tip of the chin, completely covering the number tattooed on the neck.

Tai Tutan sat back in the spacious and honorable seat, squinting his eyes, stroking the top of Moloko's hair with his palm.

So it got hot quickly.

The shadow guard dexterously climbed onto the seat, he didn't bring all the cumbersome fabrics, and what kneeled on the edge of the seat was a pair of knees that were rubbed reddish.

Following his movements, the iron cage between the crotch was fiddled with from the inside, making a crisp sound of "wow".

At this time, the sharpest knife under Taitun's command slightly pressed the sheath mouth, and swallowed the master's fierce blade into the sheath.

The sword was stuck into the mouth of the sheath, and it was closed tightly.

The short hair was wet with sweat on his forehead, Moloko's eyes were misty, his lips bitten by himself were like the buds of early cherry blossoms, it was a whitish light pink, but it would turn red soon.

The iron cage rings every once in a while, as if a caged beast is struggling unwillingly.

But Moloko didn't seem to be aware of this, he just frowned slightly and was very quiet, and his unbearable appearance also looked very beautiful and delicious.

Tai Tun patted his head as if rewarding him, with a kind of indulgence for obedient children in his tone: "How long have you not done it?"

Morocco stopped.

He calmed down for a while, and instead of answering Taishang's words, he called out, "Master—"

The voice was muffled and hoarse, with a kind of strength that would overwhelm the boat.

"After tomorrow's ceremony...can you untie this subordinate...?"

There was a moment of silence in the empty hall.

Only the ferocious cage swayed slightly as if trembling.

It seems too bold to ask such a question about the relationship between the shadow guard and the master.

But Morocco has never been one to follow the rules.

If you use one word to describe it, then "be pampered and proud" is actually somewhat appropriate.

Just like those half-breed orphans who died silently at his hands in the early years, Tai Tutan never asked.

Another example...

"Have you been here?" Tai Tutan asked abruptly.

Moloko was silent for a while, and took out an unremarkable stone from the only sleeve pocket that was still intact.

The inside is still tight and the body is still hot.

The two of them, in this tightest posture, performed the most upright business.

After listening to the report, Tai Tutan didn't say anything, but took the spirit stone offered by Moloke slowly, and probed inside.

Mo Fengzhi only had time to intercept the last batch of stones with illusions.

The fourth story tells that during the ceremony, someone will take them to the ground, to the "Taoyuan Township" they had dreamed about earnestly.

"Small tricks." Tai Tutan smiled contemptuously, and shattered the spirit stone casually.

Taituntan believes that his destiny belongs to him, and he is really not afraid of this.

As long as the container is replaced properly this time, he can also re-brainwash like a thousand years ago, and control these tens of thousands of people in the palm of his hand.

Moloke knelt on the edge of the stone chair, the two were clearly connected so closely, but Moloke seemed to feel that there was something dirty on his body, except for that place, he did not dare to touch the person on the throne.

Tai Tutan looked at the subordinate with his head hanging in front of him for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand to push aside his bare knee, and put his palm on the iron cage.

Moloko hurriedly called softly: "Master!"

Amidst the tense breathing of the man under his palm, rough fingers hooked in through the gaps in the fence, and touched the bony beast inside that was sluggish due to restraint and pain.

Tai Tutan said pitifully: "This deity has never asked you to punish yourself like this."

He just didn't stop it, didn't participate, and just accepted the only key presented by Malok.

The iron cage suddenly made a "cracking" sound.

Moloko understood the other party's metaphor.

He put his hands lightly on his knees, and said angrily, "Thank you...Master."

Tai Tun touched his drooping head in a comforting manner.

The atmosphere then heated up again.

In the coma, Moloke's head locked in the cage was still awake.

If Tai Tun asked a few more questions, Mo Luoke would of course be willing to tell him that he might have found a way to get rid of the fate of the human-devil hybrid becoming permanently transformed into a demon body after losing Yuanyang.

But if he didn't ask too much, he wouldn't mention it. He just worked hard and longed for it alone.

The relationship between them is often like this.

For a moment, no one spoke to Lingbi, only the last message remained on the interface.

"I seem to have heard of this name before." Wu Hongyan said.

Tian Xingzi hit the nail on the head: "Hongwu Palace."

"Thousands of years ago, Taitan was the pride of Hongwu Palace, three generations older than the current master of Hongwu Palace."

Tian Xingzi remembered who this person was, and things became much easier.

There are many legends and records of the great powers who fell back then in the cultivation world. If Xue Yu's course on the history of major events in the cultivation world hadn't been well listened to, it wouldn't be the case that he hasn't realized who it is now.

The parts that sing praises are similar, such as extraordinary aptitude, good cultivation, and natural disasters when spiritual energy is lacking, and Tai Teng left the sect to help the world. The legends of immortals circulating in many places have the shadow of Tai Thang.

Wu Hongyan: "Hearing what you said, he seemed to be really dedicated to serving the people back then, and he was a good person, why now..."

Tian Xingzi: "Now he is also wholeheartedly for the people, no, he is wholeheartedly for the human race."

...It seems that there is nothing wrong with saying that.

In fact, at this point, it doesn't matter who Taituntan was back then.

However, if it is Hongwu Palace, it seems to be very reasonable.

Only martial arts are the only ones, advocating military power to the point of almost abandoning the three views, naturally they can do whatever it takes to improve themselves.

The most important thing now is, does the Master of Hongwu Palace, also Wu Hongyan's father, know about this matter?

The master of the underground is the elder of Hongwu Palace, and the underground palaces are being built under the forest of steles, does the palace master really know nothing about it?

"My father...is he a bad guy?" Wu Hongyan couldn't believe it.

"Uh, that's not what I said." Xue Yu said, "It is undoubtedly bad for the demons to be too sloppy, but without him, the cultivation world would not have such a strong spiritual energy for thousands of years."

No one spoke for a while, and everyone's mood was probably very complicated.

How do you say that sentence, the so-called "I stole the battery car to support you".

The owner of the battery car is so innocent, but to be raised is to be raised. Those with vested interests who accuse him are white-eyed, but not condemning is an accomplice.

It is also meaningless to define "good" and "bad" now. The only thing that can be done is to compensate other people's battery cars.

So now the entire comprehension world is paying for the battery cars of the demons.

When the matter involved such a huge group, Xue Yu couldn't help feeling a little worried.Even if a hundred or ten people in their underground operation team can be divided into three factions, how many different voices will there be in the entire cultivation world?

There must be some people who hold the same idea as Taituntan, and self-interest has never been lacking throughout the ages.

And what they relied on to rescue the demons with great fanfare this time was just the word "morality", and what restrained those strong human beings was also the shackles of morality.

This barrier is the strongest and the most fragile, but there is nothing else.

There are very few strong people among the demons, and even the number cannot be compared with the human race running around.

In this fierce and unequal confrontation, the threats that the demons can make are very limited. The most fearful thing for the human race is the suicide of the whole clan, and everyone will die together.

So what their teams are doing now, is to help the demons escape from birth, or to lead them out of the dragon pool first and then into the tiger's den?

Xue Yu didn't know either, and could only leave this multiple-choice question to Human Nature.

It's as if he hasn't decided yet whether he wants to stick to the closed-loop guesswork of time and destroy the replacement of old and new containers; or follow his heart and gamble on a bright future.

He didn't know, he just jumped into the river of time and drifted with the flow.

The underground bell only rings once a day. Half an hour after the bell rings, all affairs in the underground palace are suspended. Except for the patrolling demon guards, all the demons go to bed, and get up four hours later to go to work.

Xue Yu estimated the meal time for a few days, and felt that the sleep bell should ring at ten o'clock, and the demons would go to bed at eleven o'clock, sleep for eight hours, and get up at seven o'clock in the morning.

Life is very healthy and regular.

Xue Yu originally wanted to practice all night to ensure that his meridians were full, but maybe because he stayed underground for a long time, if there was any substantial darkness, it would soak into him together with the turbid air, which would bring him irresistible fatigue.

In the middle of the night, he fell asleep unknowingly.

Even if humans don't have chloroplasts and don't need to carry out photosynthesis, the impact of light on the creatures on the ground is undoubtedly very huge.

He couldn't count how many days he hadn't seen the sun, he only knew that this kind of dark life was going to drive people crazy.

When he was woken up by the Demon Heart Prison the next day, Xue Yu still didn't know what was going on.

His mother was dressed in a priestly attire, which set off those frivolous phoenix eyes with a bit of solemnity.

The maids carrying sacrificial robes filed in, and hurriedly wrapped the ribbons on Xue Yu's clothes that he didn't know where to buckle.

Mo Xin Prison Zhi Yi looked at him unfocused, and said abruptly, "It's about to end."

Xue Yu was stunned for a moment, then let out a long breath: "Yes."

"It's finally over."

Same as the last ceremony, the priest team needs to start from the inner city, first walk half a circle around the inner city street, then walk half a circle around the middle city street, and finally turn into the altar of the column of fascination with the long tails of believers behind .

The double-limit festival was unusual. At that time, all the demons would gather around the altar, so the teleportation formation drawn by Tianshu's disciples in advance was also arranged around the altar.

This time the sacrificial team was led by Xue Yu, the new priest.

The guard of honor holding bells, long flags, and night pearls spread out at the head of the team, floating horizontally like carp banners hanging on pole heads.

On both sides of the street as wide as the moat, demon civilians knelt on the ground in black, extending into the invisible darkness ahead.

The thick bells have extraordinary penetrating power in this pot-like underground, which seems to indicate some kind of guidance to the believers on both sides of the road, or render a kind of ethereal divinity.

This kind of emperor, Laozi, and Wanmin didn't feel any pleasure in paying homage to him, only the echo lingered in his ears, making Xue Yu's head hurt.

The process of parading the streets was very peaceful, until the kneeling demons on both sides of the street slowly disappeared, and the long procession turned into the altar of the Pillar of Desire, and there was nothing to say a few words along the way.

Xue Yu observed along the road calmly, but after all, he was not very good at learning art, whether it was the little friends hiding in the dark waiting for an opportunity, or the formation that had been laid in advance, he didn't notice it at all.

The platform where the Charming Pillar is located is multi-layered, and the layers are raised high, so that the place where the sacrificial ceremony is performed on the top is several feet higher than the ground.

This probably also represents some kind of respect, because if the demons below want to watch the ceremony, they have to raise their necks.

A group of priests are on it, like plastic figurines placed on the top of a multi-layered cake, mainly for viewing purposes.

They had checked the process of the festival long ago, but Xue Yu acted as a middleman and seemed to know the plan most clearly, but in fact both sides had reservations.

Xue Yu felt as if he was sitting on an ice floe on the surface of the sea.

The ice body around him can be seen at a glance, but he has no idea how huge the part is below the sea level.

This fear of the unknown future pressed on Xue Yu as if it had substance.

He stood on the high platform, lined up with the priests who couldn't remember their faces, listening to the gurgling sound of falling water on the longing pillar, and listening to his mother's singing prayers, he suddenly felt very tired.

It's like a scumbag's college entrance examination is at the end, what he thinks in his heart is not "I must get a good grade", but "this suffering will end soon".

Xue Yu understood that all of this was due to his lack of ability.

He is obviously much stronger than before, but looking at the ignorant faces below, he recalls the heads that landed outside Suian City, and the blood gushing from the neck like a broken fire hydrant. .

Not everyone can be a superhero, but he is obviously just one person's hero.

Xue Yu thought of the Sleeping Beauty in the distance, when could he go back and kiss him awake.

There was a sudden commotion in the crowd, and someone sternly said, "Saint, be careful!"

Xue Yu came back to his senses suddenly, and saw that Moxin Prison had stopped praying at some point, and stood in front of the stage with an expression of indifference, and the one who yelled just now was the head of the guard standing on the side with his sword crossed.

Mo Fengzhi took a step forward, forming a faint confrontation with his mother.

Under the high platform, the discussion among the crowd became louder.

It was like two hundred disobedient students crammed into a classroom, and the teacher on the podium said that we would go on a spring outing next week, and the buzzing sound seemed to be filled with emotions of surprise, hesitation, and anticipation.

Moxin Prison said flatly: "Everything just said is true, I don't know how the Lord Military Guard told me to be careful?"

Mo Fengzhi responded tit for tat: "The so-called Taoyuan Township is just nonsense, every word is based on deceit, it doesn't matter if you don't listen to it."

"Oh?" Moxin Prison smiled instead of anger, "Sunshine and dew are true, fallen grass and trees are true, and tall mansions are true. Please tell me, Lord Military Guard, where is my deception?"

Mo Fengzhi said indifferently: "Sunshine and dew, fallen flowers and trees, tall halls and mansions are not enjoyed by our demons, of course it is nonsense."

"The benefits are naturally obtained by fighting for them. If they are all confined in place like the Chief of Military Guards, they will naturally not be able to enjoy them."

The Demon Heart Prison stands proudly, its phoenix eyes staring at the dark crowd of demons under the high platform, suddenly filled with great pride: "My people are willing to follow me to grab it!"

"willing!"

A shout came from not far away.

The little radishheads who had been listed as reserve priests were standing on the next step of the stone platform, jumping up and shouting: "I am willing to follow Da Si Li!"

"Yes! It's going to rain!"

"There are still big trees!"

Everyone excitedly said in unison: "Little Snow Leopard!!!"

This group of cubs wanted to beg for wives before they were weaned!

Xue Yu was almost turned over by the children's high-pitched voices, and the snow leopard in question quickly burrowed into his skirt.

Fortunately, his priest's dress today is layer upon layer, quite thick, and there is nothing to be seen if a piece is bulged.

"I... I wish too!"

A timid cry came from somewhere in the crowd below.

"Willing, willing!"

"My lord, take us there!"

Mo Fengzhi tilted his head slightly, frowning and looking at the crowd.

Faces looked up to them like sunflowers catching up with the sun, with very earnest expectations.

"So why don't you do it?" Moxin Prison lazily said, "Wait for the magic guards to surround you all?"

Everyone was stunned, not knowing what the words meant.

In the next moment, a dazzling white light shot up into the sky, covering the entire ring around the altar in a blink of an eye.

The sudden bright light reflected the entire underground palace as if it were daytime, and the crowd immediately went into a commotion.

Tens of thousands of people screamed in unison, the sound was incomparable to the screams of the little carrot heads just now, as if it could overturn the dome above their heads.

Xue Yu squinted his eyes and looked down the stage with difficulty, only to see lines of light coming out of complicated lines on the ground, forming a pattern of a teleportation circle.

The bright light dispelled all the darkness. With the light of the magic circle, Xue Yu saw that the outer circle of the crowd had quietly surrounded a circle of magic guards at some point, as if he had already prepared for this attack.

But they didn't expect that the attack would come directly from the bottom of their feet, and even if the magic guards surrounded them, they would be sent away by the magic circle.

What the Demon Heart Prison said just now was just urging the righteous monks to act quickly.

That is to say, the effort of exhaling and inhaling, the magic circle gradually disappeared, but the screams rang out again.

"Someone is missing!"

These words were not shouted by the priests on the high platform, nor were they shouted by the brats on the next-level platform, but by the demon civilians at the bottom!

"Why are so many people missing!" they said in horror.

Xue Yu frowned. He knew that it wasn't that many people had disappeared, but that this part of the demons in front of him hadn't been teleported away!

He quickly looked around, the altar was octagonal, and there was no distinction between the front and the back. Originally, there were people surrounding each side, but now about one-third of the demons were left behind!

The small group of people stood alone in a pile, looking in horror at the empty ground to the left and right.

During the previous discussion, the disciples of Tianshu had introduced that this time the teleportation array is nested with large and small arrays, and consists of eight small arrays to form a large array. Only a part is damaged and does not affect the whole.

At this time, it is obvious that part of the teleportation formation failed.

While talking, there was another burst of screams from the crowd, and they all scattered out an open space more than ten feet wide.

Xue Yu watched from a distance, and there was a man with his throat cut lying in a pool of blood.

He was dressed in light green, dressed as a disciple of Tianshu.

"one left!"

On the other side, another piece of hula came out.

Xue Yu's heart sank, and the royalists among them still made a move.

But fortunately, most of the demons have been passed on, leaving only this small half.

"Da Sili! Where are those people? Did you send them to 'Taoyuan Township'!"

The ones who were left happened to be those little brats, they were chattering.

"Why don't you send us there too?"

"Stupid! Da Si Li left us, he must be telling stories alone!"

Xue Yu looked towards Moxin Prison, his mother's face was gloomy, as if she also disliked these temporary collaborators for their unreliable work.

She suddenly shouted: "Where will I be!"

A black shadow suddenly appeared from the crowd, and wherever it passed by, the demon guard's neck burst into blood, and he fell to the ground.

This must be the undercover agent his mother planted in the shadow guard!

The snow leopard in the skirt hurriedly took out the Lingbi, poured in the spiritual energy, and howled in the large group where no one spoke: "Send it again! Pass it again!"

As soon as he sent the message, two groups of hazy bright streaks lit up on the ground not far away.

But it was only on for half a second, and then went out quickly.

"That's all?"

An erratic chuckle slowly fell from the top of his head.

Only two "bang" and "bang" were heard, something fell on the altar and landed in Xue Yu's eyes, making a dull sound.

Those were two Tianshu disciples who couldn't die any more, their heads hung on their shoulders at a strange angle, and the throat and neck bones were pinched and broken.

The string of blood that kept bursting out did not know when it stopped.

The short-haired killer exposed half of his body from the darkness. He wiped the dagger indifferently, and held the head of his former colleague in his hand. His blood-soaked appearance looked like Shura climbing out of hell.

Xue Yu raised his head unconsciously, and looked in the direction of the voice just now.

A group of mysterious shadows descended from the sky and landed on the towering altar.

The shining white light of the longing column outlined his body, making the gold thread embroidered on the robe sparkle.

The man stood with his hands behind his back, and he looked at the Demon Heart Prison standing in the middle, his compassionate expression was in stark contrast to the latter's appearance as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

Mo Fengzhi knelt on one knee, lowered his head and said respectfully, "Your Majesty."

The strong aura came overwhelmingly with the person's landing, and waves of air blew out in the center of the altar, rushing the priests down.

Not to mention that under this kind of spiritual pressure, the spiritual power of Taituntan was even solidified like a column of fascination, making the already unbearable demons flushed as if they were drowning, and their limbs twitched.

In this way, it seems that people who can still stand at this time are very eye-catching.

Tai Tutan looked at Xue Yu, smiled and nodded at him.

Xue Yu's feeling was actually not very good, he covered his mouth, and the dizzy feeling of almost suffocation made him a little nauseous.

Sweat dripped out involuntarily, Xue Yu looked at the person in front of him with dilated pupils, and only one thought in his mind——

He is too strong.

Xue Yu couldn't help feeling terrified. He could withstand the body-protecting sword energy of the natural sword body and the hostile energy in Cen Shuling's mansion, but he had a feeling that he couldn't withstand Tai Tun's full blow.

This person was an inexhaustible power thousands of years ago, and he was only a step away from breaking the world and ascending.

Now that he has cultivated for thousands of years at the source of spiritual energy in the world, is it true that he could have ascended long ago?

"Bold madman—! How dare you hurt the life of my Tianshu disciple!"

There was a sudden shout of anger in the distance, and the brilliance of the formation flashed in midair one after another.

A figure formed a formation in the air with strides, and a half-arc-shaped golden net was wrapped around it, and it was firmly covered by the muddy beach.

The latter snorted softly, and his sleeves trembled slightly, and the big golden net instantly shattered into golden splendor, falling down one after another.

The silhouette drank again, and the falling golden lights gathered together, and in an instant, they condensed into countless fist-sized balls of light, all flying towards the beach with scorching heat!

Taitun didn't even move, he still stood with his hands behind his back to meet the countless meteor-like golden balls.

"Boom boom-"

The explosion was deafening.

When the golden ball hit a foot-wide area around the Taitun Beach, it exploded on its own as if hitting some invisible barrier, and the people in it didn't even shake their hair.

Without a hit, the balls of light scattered on the barrier one after another, and golden fragments dripped all over the ground at the foot of Taitun Beach.

The moment the light ball finished smashing, the gathered gold powder suddenly rose from the ground, covering the Taitun Beach like a huge golden cocoon.

So fast!

From the golden net to the golden ball to the golden cocoon, it only takes one or two breaths. The speed of the two's fighting skills is dizzying.

By the time everyone reacted, Taituntan had already been wrapped in that huge golden cocoon.

There was an extremely tacit silence, as if everyone held their breath together.

Someone in the darkness asked softly, "Successful?"

As soon as the voice fell, only a very light muffled sound was heard.

"puff"

The unbreakable golden cocoon shattered away like fine sand blown by the wind, revealing the two people inside.

Tai Tutan's figure was still the same, but he held one person's neck and lifted it up.

"Tianshu?" He snorted, "I've improved a lot over the years, not only can I paint."

The person held in the hands of the Taitan Beach looked to be five or sixty years old. Although the robe was in the shape of Tianshu, it was dark green, and he was probably an elder.

His feet were hanging in mid-air, and his hands were weakly picking at his fingers, but the former remained motionless.

The man's lips were bleeding, and his pupils were as thin as the tip of a needle. Looking at Taishui's face, he seemed extremely shocked: "You are... are..."

"But you can't, you've already reached the end," Tai Tutan said regretfully, "It's not as good as those two on the ground."

Elder Tianshu rolled his eyes and said with a hoot: "Too...too..."

"It's too sloppy—!"

A red shadow suddenly shot from a distance, hitting Tai Tu Tan's raised wrist.

The veins all over Elder Tianshu's body lit up, and suddenly disappeared from the shackles!

A look of surprise flashed in Taitun Tan's eyes, and his claws turned into fists collided with the red shadow in front of him in the blink of an eye.

There was only a sound of "boom", and the wind of the fist shook the robes of the two of them to the ground.

Hong Ying walked away with one blow, and retreated several feet in the altar.

Tai Tu Tan squinted his eyes, and said in an inexplicable tone, "Hongwu?"

Wu Hongyan felt resentful and wronged, and shouted: "You really belong to our Hongwu Palace!"

"So it's my nephew, not bad!" Tai Tutan suddenly said, "Who are you from?"

Wu Hongyan didn't answer, but said bitterly: "The demons are so innocent, why would you do such a thing!"

Taituntan said in surprise: "The place you live in now is my Forest of Steles."

"Oh? Have you ever asked me what the senior said?"

Before the words fell, a "ding" sound was heard, and the three scorpion thorns were blocked by the body barrier of Taitun Beach and fell to the ground.

The man looked sideways slightly, and said with great interest, "Gui Zangzong is here too? It's really lively today."

His figure flashed, and in the next instant he appeared in front of Tian Xingzi.

Taituntan used a sword in his early years, but now he has returned to his innocence. If he no longer wears a sword, his finger is full of sword intent.

At this time, he stretched his fingers forward together, and the piercing sword energy directly hit Tian Xingzi's face.

Tian Xingzi's pupils constricted, and the spider thorns on his back burst out instantly and intertwined in front of his body, trying to block the penetrating sword energy.

Tai Tun said lightly "tsk": "It's still a trick after 1000 years, it's not as good as Tianshu."

In just this moment, the twelve spider legs split inch by inch and shattered, and Tian Xingzi spat out a mouthful of blood.

Without the cover of the spider legs, the cold sword energy cut off a section of her forehead hair.

At the very moment, the same blue meridian veins appeared on her cheeks as the elder Tianshu before, and they disappeared out of thin air under the lock of Taitun beach energy!

Once the blow was released, he didn't intend to take it back.

The sword aura of the fingertips pierced the air in front of him, and slashed straight at the void in front of him. It was so powerful that it sent out ear-piercing screams wherever it went.

If this sword hits a person, the consequences will be disastrous!

The human cultivator hiding in that direction only felt that the majestic sword light was coming, and he was sweating in cold sweat, and he couldn't even dodge it!

There was a flash of snow in the distance, but there was another Ling Ran sword slashing towards him!

The two sword qi collided forcefully, and with a "boom", the altar was almost split into two, leaving a deep ravine more than ten feet wide!

"Natural Sword Body!"

As soon as the sword rested, the sword came again!

The bright-eyed sword light slashed out one slash, but it turned into thousands of slashes and slashed on the body-protecting aura of Taituntan!

One sword can cut off vitality, but one sword can give birth to everything!

I saw that the sword energy suddenly disappeared without a trace, but it turned into a little bit of greenery, condensing into countless vines.

I don't know how many vines are thick at the mouth of the bowl, coiled together like a dragon like a pillar, rumbling, and swallowed up the Taishang beach in an instant.

This move is even faster than before!

Therefore, it is also faster to get out of the shoal!

The vine cage exploded, and the fragments turned into dots of fluorescent light and scattered away.

"Pure spiritual body, good! Good!"

Tai Tun laughed loudly and said: "My human race has gone through thousands of years, and it is true that there are many heroes!"

Before he finished speaking, he was no longer where he was.

"Since the beginning, you have been making trouble, right?"

Tantai Jue, who was hidden in the darkness, only felt his throat go numb, and he had been lifted up.

"That's right, much better than that old man just now." Tai Tutan praised cordially, rubbed his thumb against Tantai Jue's throat, and suddenly said, "Oh, it's still a little—"

There was a sudden pause in his voice, as if he lost his mind for a very short moment.

The golden crown on the head split for some reason, and fell silently to the ground, with the long gray hair hanging down from Tai Tu Tan's cheeks.

As soon as he let go of his hand, Tantai Jue took this opportunity to disappear out of thin air for the third time from Taituntan's hands