I have a passive skill.

As long as this thing doesn't come back.

It is only a matter of time before the small world collapses.

"First seat, that breath..."

In an unknown place, two figures stepped forward.

Cenchov, who was walking behind, looked back with some suspicion.

He actually smelled a very familiar force from the center of the explosion.

But when he turned his head to look at the masked man, there was no ripple in the other's cloudy eyes, and no fluctuations could be seen at all.

"not him."

The masked man shook his head slightly, and let out a laugh: "That guy, his way is different from mine... I guess if he doesn't think about it, he won't come back."

"Of course, I won't come to the White Grotto."

"Ugh."

Cenchov sighed, and suddenly there were more memories in his expression.

Among the "holy slaves", not many people dare to live with themselves as peers.

Even the storyteller is really too young.

Just dare to spend a few words on the mouth to disgust myself.

Therefore, once that guy left, no one could sit down and play chess with him at ease.

and……

Glancing at the head seat, Cenchov became even more helpless.

If I keep playing chess with this guy, I will never find the joy of playing chess!

These days are really getting worse and worse...

"Pity."

Cenchov shook his head, "If that guy can come back, he won't be so passive last time..."

He seemed to have thought of something, and his tone suddenly became a little angry:

"Also, it's fine to leave, but he still tried to stop..."

"Hey."

The masked man stretched out his hand, stopping Czenchov from continuing.

"There is no need to say such things."

He turned his head and said with a smile: "After all, didn't that guy send those two little things back in the end?"

"He couldn't do without 'Holy Slave.'"

The masked man said firmly.

His gaze became condensed and became incomparably deep.

"The path is different, but the direction is the same. It is only a matter of time before we come back."

Rush!

While talking, suddenly several strange lights shot into the sky from all over the White Grotto, and both of them looked back.

"The vision of heaven and earth."

Tzenchov lost his mind slightly.

"It seems that this bombing has released some of the treasures that were conceived in the bottom of the White Grotto."

"Now, I'm afraid these people will be even more chaotic."

There was a smile on Tzenchov's face.

"It's better to be messy."

The masked man nodded: "The more chaotic, the more busy the red clothes are, the greater our chances."

"Yes, then we..."

"continue."

The masked man stretched out his hand hidden in the black glove, pointed at the nothingness in the distance, and said, "I can only sense the direction from a distance. If there is a crack, I have to rely on your spirituality to find it."

He paused, spread his hands, and smiled.

"I'm useless. Now, I don't even have spiritual thoughts."

Tzenchov laughed and shook his head.

Cultivation the day after tomorrow.

If even the Yuan Mansion is closed, it must be that the spirit will be closed again.

"Don't worry, I can see it."

After saying a word, Tzenchov looked away from the crack in the void that was faintly calling for fluctuations in the extreme distance.

Turn around and look to the other side.

That was the direction of the red team.

"So, what about 'There Are Four Swords'?"

There was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, "Do you really want it?"

The masked man was taken aback.

"There are four swords..."

He was silent.

After a long time, he slowly raised his eyes.

"It depends on the situation, first go to the crack of the void island to see, if there are 'four swords'..."

"fate."

Pause.

"It's also possible, there is no fate."

……

Yuan Mansion.

"puff!"

Xu Xiaoshou spat out a mouthful of blood.

look up.

On the top is the treasure of elixir dug from the three-layer spirit melt.

Because there are no land resources, these treasures and soil can only be wronged temporarily, suspended in mid-air.

The pink elixir aroma has spread throughout the entire space of the Yuan Mansion.

Xu Xiaoshou frowned, looking at the unconscious Yu Zhiwen in his arms.

With a wave of his hand, the elixir above is isolated from the space below.

This Yuanfu small world is his.

Wanting space isolation is nothing more than a single thought.

"Take care of her."

"I might need to go out again."

Putting Yu Zhiwen in front of Mu Zixi, Xu Xiaoshou gave some instructions, but found that there was no response.

"What are you dazed about?"

He patted the little girl on the head, only to find that the girl was still looking straight behind him.

"how?"

Turning around, the tender little monk with nine ring scars on his head was also staring at Mu Zixi with the same attitude.

"You guys, know each other?"

Xu Xiaoshou was puzzled.

These two guys actually know each other?

Is it because of height?

I still remember the moment when the explosion exploded, not only did he drag Yu Zhiwen into the Yuan Mansion, but he was also dragged in with the little monk behind him who had met once.

Xu Xiaoshou didn't want to expose the Yuan Mansion either.

But if he wants to face this little life that may not yet be an adult, and fall under his own alchemy technique, he still has some minds in his heart.

But at this moment...

"Demon girl, so you are hiding here!"

Unhappily stood up angrily.

Yu Zhiwen couldn't bear it, and the explosion that passed out directly on the spot didn't mean that his "will power" couldn't resist it.

Same as Xu Xiaoshou.

Bule was only hurt by the scorching energy at the initial stage of the explosion.

But after entering the Yuan Mansion, it is not only the recovery of "willing power".

The surging vitality here made him recover his fighting power almost instantly.

"Xu Xiaoshou, why did you bring this guy in?"

Mu Zixi came back to his senses, pouted, "He wants to kill me!"

"Oh?"

Xu Xiaoshou raised his eyebrows and turned his head: "Why?"

"Grandpa, it's none of your business."

It is very clear to distinguish between right and wrong.

Under the explosion that he might not be able to stop, it was Xu Xiaoshou who pulled him into this life-saving space.

As soon as Fang came in, he could feel the magic of this space.

Being able to expose this space to outsiders, I am not afraid that I will have evil thoughts of stealing treasures.

Bu Le naturally feels admiration for the person in front of him.

But it's one thing.

This girl stole his "Prison Empty Magic Wand", as well as the devilish energy in her body, he was an alien that he was not happy to eliminate.

"This female benefactor has dealt with me before. She is sick and steals from me. I have to purify her." Bu Le clasped her hands together.

"You have the disease!"

Mu Zixi was furious on the spot, "You can't beat me, that Zen stick is your lost product, I just got the reward that the winner should get, what's wrong?"

Unhappy for a while, suddenly come back to God.

"That's not the case, witch, you're wrong."

"The poor monk didn't lose to you, but he lost to the evil energy of the poor monk's 'Prison Empty Wand'. This has nothing to do with your eyes."

"in addition."

He paused, and said: "You can't beat the poor monk, and the one who can fight the poor monk is another person!"

Unhappy turned around.

After a few glances, A Jie was not there.

"He didn't come in, dead?"