My brother is so stable

He was really afraid that his senses would be wrong, and the group of top saint disciples of the Taoist sect behind him would fall into a trap.

These sage disciples are all the treasures of the three religions, if there is any trouble, Bai Ze must be skinned and cramped by the sage master!

But Bai Ze felt left and right, and tried his best to feel the big city three thousand miles away...

"There is really no sense of danger."

Bai Ze said: "At this time, I sense myself, the water god and fellow Taoists, there is no good or bad ahead...it's very plain."

Li Changshou crossed his arms and thought for a while, then said: "This is not right, it is totally unreasonable.

Why did those masters on the other side expose their tracks with such great fanfare, and wait for us to go over... Could it be that there is a way to trap us? "

"Water God," Bai Ze asked, "is it possible that the Shura clan has been plotting this matter from the beginning to the end.

They want to fight to the death, but for the Daoist sect, they are just overwhelmed, so the poor Taoist feels that the road ahead is not dangerous? "

"Is it possible that the saint can affect your supernatural power?"

"At least there should be traces of a saint's action," Bai Ze looked down at himself suspiciously, and for a while, he became a little uncertain.

Has he been affected?

Li Changshou thought about it, and he was always a little unsafe.

If the Western Sect really "retires after facing difficulties", there will probably be some powerful masters ahead of them who will make the Western Sect give up Honglian.

Even the fragments of the ancient killing gun appeared, so there is no need to make a fuss about the remnant soul of the demon ancestor popping out later.

Li Changshou naturally knew that the prehistoric people he had come into contact with had always been somewhat 'one-sided'.

After ancient times, with the great prosperity of the Taoist sect, the great prosperity of the human race, and the evolution of the law of heaven, many vicious figures have disappeared from the world;

Just like most of the primordial ferocious beasts flee away from the sea of ​​chaos, the demon master Kunpeng is also wandering in the sea of ​​chaos now. Those creatures with more ferocious nature will either be obliterated by the way of heaven, or fly away.

The prehistoric masters are by no means only disciples of saints, but now disciples of saints occupy the 'absolute dominance'.

This sea of ​​blood and this red lotus are likely to attract all kinds of ghosts and ghosts and ancient evils.

[The missing third red lotus seed...

The owner of the small killing gun who was able to escape from the hands of the archmage and knocked out the golden-winged roc almost to half his life...

Now the blood-colored beam of light is swaggeringly shining...]

Hold on tight.

Li Changshou turned around and asked, "Brother, are you sure that the twelve-grade red lotus is here?"

"determine."

The first answer to Li Changshou was the spiritual thought of the Taiji diagram.

The archmage also said: "Brother Wei has fought against the ancestor Minghe, and he has also blasted the twelve-pink red lotus with magic power, this is certain.

The red lotus should be not far ahead. Although the aura of Patriarch Styx is faint, it does exist. "

Li Changshou pondered a few times, then said slowly:

"Mr. Bai can't sense any definite good or bad. Let's all stay closer to Mr. Bai later, so as not to be tricked... The magic weapons we each need to use are also prepared in advance, and we try our best to be as safe as possible."

"good."

Master Xuandu agreed, and put the Tai Chi diagram on his back, and pulled out a three-foot Qingfeng sword from his sleeve, the blade was already rusty.

Fairy Yunxiao took out the Hunyuan Jindou, turned it into the size of a palm, held it in her palm, and blinked lightly at Li Changshou.

A glance of autumn water cuts shallow shadows, which disturbs my mind and increases my worries.

The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit holds the Dragon Tiger Jade Ruyi, the Holy Mother of Wudang holds a short green staff, and a certain 'Mother Killer' Guang Chengzi holds the Pantian Seal in the palm of her hand...

Zhao Gongming just took out the golden wooden whip, and Dinghai Shenzhu has become proficient in the "prehistoric social experiment" called "Lie Down" again and again, so that he can control it as he pleases.

Daoist Yuding is the simplest, a small tripod appears on top of his head, and the small tripod emits Taoist aura to protect himself.

And Daoist Taiyi, who was dressed in a red robe, stood beside him, writhing in his sleeves for a while.

What he is most comfortable with is the gold brick, the Nine Dragons God Fire Cover, or the Fire Pointed Spear, Qiankun Circle, Huntian Ribbon... etc. The treasures are all of the same level, and they are all rare 'good things'.

At this moment, Master Taiyi heard the murmur from the side, but Taoist Duobao muttered there:

"Hey, it's really a question whether to favor this side or this side today."

Daoist Taiyi couldn't help but leaned over, and said with a smile: "Brother Duobao, I can't think of which treasure to use?"

"Ok?"

Duobao raised his head and smiled, continued to search in his sleeves, and replied casually:

"It's a mistake to talk about it. My brother is thinking about whether to use the treasures in this library or the treasures in this library when we meet the enemy today.

On average, there are only one or two thousand pieces in a library, and they are all unbelievable spirit treasures, haha. "

Daoist Taiyi's forehead was covered with black lines, he stood there for a while and couldn't take it easy, until Daoist Yuding greeted him, then followed him dejectedly.

A distance of three thousand miles is nothing more than a snap of the fingers for this group of masters.

However, when he was about to arrive at the big city, the great mage Xuandu who was flying in the front raised his hand and made a gesture, and the immortals immediately stopped and looked at the position where Xuandu was looking.

The sea of ​​blood surged, breaking a path, and streams of light flew towards them, enveloping hundreds of men and women of the Shura tribe, with different levels of cultivation.

Just when Li Changshou and the others thought that these men, women and children of the Shura tribe should come here for reinforcements, these hundreds of figures crashed into the blood-colored beam of light piercing the sea of ​​blood without looking back or any hesitation.

It almost melted away in the blink of an eye...

The disappearance of hundreds of souls was so easy and without disturbance.

"This!"

Zhao Gongming cursed: "Is this ancestor Minghe so cruel?"

Taoist Duobao took out a bronze mirror with his backhand, and his carrot-shaped fingers quickly touched the bronze mirror everywhere, showing the situation within a radius of [-] li.

A wave of bloody waves shuttled through the sea of ​​blood, and countless Shuras were rushing towards this place!

Bai Ze said: "It seems that Patriarch Minghe has fully prepared for his resurrection.

The red lotus is his soul, and the Shura clan fills his mana, so that he can directly recover to the peak. "