Stunning beauty

"jingle."

In the polar night world, when the battle between the demon gods and Qingqing reached its peak, at the end of the night, the faintly visible silver bells sounded, crisp and sweet.

When everyone present heard the strange ringtone, they all looked over subconsciously.

But in the depths of the night, four figures surrounded by black came carrying the sedan chair. They seemed to be in no hurry, but within a few breaths, they had already come into the sight of everyone from a very far distance.

The sudden appearance of a group of people was so strange that everyone present felt puzzled. They didn't understand who they were, what they came here for, and what they were doing.

"Amitabha, who are those people, do you know the regular benefactor?"

Behind the demons, Sanzang looked at the four people coming from a distance, with a puzzled expression on his face, and asked.

"do not know."

Chang Yu shook his head lightly, and replied, "But I can be sure, it's all Netherland."

"Why did so many Netherlands suddenly come here?"

Sanzang said suspiciously, "I haven't heard from Brother Li that he still has such an arrangement."

"Maybe it's Prince Wen."

Chang Yuning said, "I heard from Li Jiaoxi before that he and Prince Wen both left behind. Presumably, this is the reinforcement that Prince Wen invited."

Speaking of this, Chang Yu paused, and continued, "Looking at the clothes of those four people, it seems that they are old, and they don't look like people from this era."

"Amitabha, isn't it another person from thousands of years ago?" Sanzang said with some uncertainty.

"Not sure." Chang Yu replied softly.

As the saying goes, people flock together, and things are divided into groups. People who can be admired by Li Jiaoxi are not mediocre. Even if they do something amazing, it is not surprising.

While the two were talking, in the distance, four five-level Netherlands carried sedan chairs to the front of the battlefield, and then stopped together.

With a thud, the wooden sedan chair fell to the ground, and it hit everyone's hearts hard like a heavy hammer.

"What a big style!"

During the battle, the demon god shook his opponent away with a palm, looked at the wooden sedan chair ahead, and snorted coldly.

On the contrary, it was Qingqing, a look of surprise flashed in her eyes looking into the distance, and she always felt that such a scene seemed familiar.

The next moment, under the attention of everyone, a young man in a colorful robe stepped out of the wooden sedan chair. His face was feminine, not handsome, but rather delicate.

This kind of young man who is not so outstanding in appearance is not even qualified to let people take a look at him on weekdays. However, at this moment, under such an atmosphere, the appearance of the young man seems so strange, attracting All eyes.

The demon god looked at the person, and frowned first, then suddenly, as if thinking of something, his eyes shrank fiercely.

It's him!

"Long time no see, God of Light, and Goddess of the Monster Race!"

In front of the wooden sedan chair, the young man took out a folding fan from his sleeve, half-hid his face, and greeted the two of them.

"Less [àn]!"

Qingqing looked at the man in front of her and whispered two words.

"That's right, the Goddess actually still remembers me."

Shao An responded with a smile, looked at the God of Light on the other side, and said with a smile, "God of Light, don't you say hello to your old friend?"

"Old friend?"

A coldness flashed in the demon god's eyes, and he responded, "Is this seat so familiar with you?"

"It seems that they are not very familiar."

Shao An put down the folding fan in his hand, gently closed it, his expression turned cold, and he said indifferently, "I haven't seen you for a thousand years, and you old guy is still alive. It really makes me unhappy."

Not far away, Sanzang had heard the conversation between the three of them, and he asked with a pensive look on his fair face, "Young An? Why does this little monk think this name is so familiar to you?"

"Is it familiar, this is a big shot."

On the side, Chang Yu condensedly said, "If it's not a coincidence, I remember that the Taoist leader Tai Yuan and the son of Xi He are called Shao An!"

"Ami, lie down!"

Hearing the former's reminder, Sanzang was startled, and finally remembered. He couldn't help swearing, and said in surprise, "The legendary second generation ancestor who once caused chaos in the Taoist sect?"

If the sons of princes and generals who only know how to eat, drink, play and bully men and women in this world are dudes, then Shao Yan, the son of the leader of the Taoist sect, is the ancestor of dudes.

In the most prosperous era of the Taoist sect, it can be said that the realm of the gods is everywhere, and the five realms are as numerous as dogs. It is not only the status of the son of the leader of the Taoist sect who can disrupt such a glorious Taoist sect.

Two words, strength!

Legend has it that Shao An's martial arts talent is rare in a thousand years, and he is the fastest person in the history of Taoism to break through the five realms. However, it is because of his high martial arts talent that he breeds arrogance and arrogance, and he starts to look at no one and make trouble everywhere.

It is said that at that time, Taiyuan was at the critical moment of hitting the third Dao flower, and he had been in seclusion for a long time, while other sages of the Taiyuan generation, either because of Taiyuan's face, chose to turn a blind eye or close one eye, or wandered away for a long time. Outside, regardless of world affairs, for a long time, no one in the Taoist sect could suppress this arrogant second-generation ancestor.

So, Shao An relied on his own strength to stir up the entire Taoist sect into a miasma.

It wasn't until Taiyuan came out of the customs and broke Shaoan's legs with his own hands that this dark history of Taoism came to an end.

Generally speaking, such black history is rarely recorded in history books, but Shao An, the second generation ancestor, is too amazing and brilliant, and people from the Taoist school have never deliberately shy away from their own stains. History has just been handed down.

Therefore, for thousands of years, in the eyes of the world, Shao An has basically been a negative teaching material, even a villain.

"Whether this person's appearance is a blessing or a curse is still unknown."

Chang Yu said solemnly, "This is a master who doesn't play cards according to common sense."

In front of the wooden sedan chair, Shao An seemed to sense two strange gazes not far away, and looked sideways, and when he saw the little monk surrounded by black air, he showed interest and asked, "Goddess, what's the matter?" What does the little bald donkey have to do with you, his evil spirit seems to be very similar to yours."

"Don't worry about your Excellency."

Qingqing responded in a cold voice, and asked, "Shao An, what are you here for today? If you want to help, I welcome you. If not, I will take a short break and entertain you after I solve the troubles in front of me." .”

"You guys beat you, I came from a long way, I'm a little tired, let's rest for a while, and I won't get involved."

Shao An smiled slightly, stood quietly in front of the wooden sedan chair, turned the folding fan in his hand, showing no intention of helping.

Seeing this, Qingqing didn't say anything, she looked away, stepped forward, and started fighting again.

The demon god made a move to block the move, but from the corner of his eye, he looked at the young figure outside the battle from time to time, not daring to be careless.

In front of the wooden sedan chair, Shao An saw the God of Light's timid look, and the smile grew stronger on his feminine face.

The old guy didn't seem to believe his words.

Young master, is he such a person who doesn't count his words?

"boom!"

In the battle, after another dozen or so moves, the blood spear and the divine power of light collided violently, and the aftermath was turbulent, and the two retreated together.

Unexpectedly.

The moment Xuelang covered his eyes.

In front of the demon god, a young figure swept over silently.

But in front of the wooden sedan chair, at some point, Shao An's figure had disappeared.