The starting point is 900 million. What’s wrong if I drag it a little bit?

Green mountains and green waters, it is the rainy season again.

The light rain was pattering, and the air was full of water vapor.

After taking a breath, I felt wet between my mouth and nose.

Between the mountains and rivers, two oil-paper umbrellas bloom on the mountain path.

Ouyang, who was sitting in a wheelchair, held an oil-paper umbrella and looked at the landscape like an ink painting. Although it was not as fairy-like as the Qingyun Sect, it was as beautiful as fireworks on earth.

The wheelchair does not need anyone to push it, it is slightly off the ground, and slowly floats forward.

Behind him, Bai Feiyu had a measuring ruler pinned to his waist, and followed behind Ouyang with a smile on his face. Although he didn't know what the country the elder brother was going to look like, who cares?

The two walked very slowly, so slowly that when they looked at the scenery carefully, they could still notice the obviously different flowers and plants on both sides.

But as a practitioner after all, one mountain after another has been climbed without even realizing it.

It's rainy in the south of the Yangtze River, and the rain hasn't stopped since I went down the mountain.

The little fox in Ouyang's arms turned over occasionally when sleeping, and there was no sign of waking up, so Ouyang carefully put it into his arms.

Xiaobai also carefully examined Hu Tutu's body, and what surprised him was that in the little fox's body, the two forces were slowly merging.

And the little fox's soul cannot withstand such two powerful forces, so it will be consumed by deep sleep.

What Bai Feiyu can be sure of is that if the little fox can completely digest these two forces, when she wakes up, there will be one more great demon cultivator in this world.

Although Bai Feiyu said this, Ouyang, who had always been heartbroken by his old father, was still worried. He had already made a decision in his heart. After Xiaobai's incident was over, he would go to the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Monsters.

When Bai Feiyu thought of what Ouyang said, the smile on his originally smiling mouth slowly disappeared.

Are there a little more people on the small mountain?

Why do you have to worry about the big brother?

Xiaobai, who gave up the name of Li Taibai and was reborn as Bai Feiyu, was now as sincere as a young man.

When they got off the mountain road, a small town appeared in front of the two of them.

Before reaching the small town, several shadowy figures were already standing in the rain, quietly standing on both sides of the official road, waiting quietly.

The aura coming from several phantoms is strong with spirit.

And the breath from the phantom is clearly the unique breath of the monster race, but the appearance of each phantom is similar with minor differences.

A white mask, completely hidden in a black cloak, stood in the rain curtain like a lonely ghost in the miserable rain.

If ordinary people saw it, they would be seriously ill!

A wry smile appeared on the corner of Bai Feiyu's mouth, how many times is this the first time?

During the past ten days, whenever passing by a city with people, there will be a few spirits waiting outside the city.

As if he knew that the two of them would come, every time he was about to go outside the city, he would go out of the city to meet them.

But it's not to block, but...to please?

Every time they pass by a city, there will be phantoms respectfully saluting the two of them, ready to eat, and finally sending them away in awe.

In the beginning, the big brother would politely ask the other party's name, but after getting used to it, he didn't bother to remember the names that he didn't even bother to remember.

But every time those phantoms see their senior brother, their frightened attitude almost makes them cut themselves into pieces to cheer up his senior brother.

It seems that when he attained enlightenment, his senior brother really had a good relationship with the 18,000 immortals in this world.

"Xiaobai, have you seen that the rivers and lakes are not fighting and killing, but the world is full of sophistication!" Ouyang looked at the phantom who warmly entertained the two of them, and couldn't help being complacent every time.

After politely rejecting the warm hospitality of several phantoms, the two skipped over the small town here and continued to walk towards the capital of the Qing Dynasty.

Several phantoms standing in the rain watched the two disappear into the rain again, and then breathed a sigh of relief as if they had been granted amnesty.

"Brother, they are just two human brats, and the one in the wheelchair is only at the foundation stage. Why did we stand here a few days ago? Are you still so polite to them?" One of the slightly smaller phantoms raised the smiley mask on its face suspiciously, and asked the phantom who was still respectfully bowing towards the two leaving figures.

Hearing Xiao Xiaoxuying's doubts, the big Xuying wearing a crying mask shuddered, and first hurriedly glanced at the direction in which the two left.

Then he turned around, raised a gray arm and slammed it on the smiling face mask.

"I don't want to live anymore! Didn't I tell you? Are these two scary?" The phantom of the crying mask reprimanded viciously the phantom of the smiling mask.

The phantom of the smiling mask touched his head. Because he couldn't see his expression with the mask on, he could still feel that the phantom of the smiling mask felt a little aggrieved.

In his field of vision, what is there to be afraid of these two human monks?

A disabled monk in the foundation building period, and a boy in white clothes who looks like an ordinary person.

This combination is not enough to eat by myself.

Why is the eldest brother afraid of being like this?

The crying mask seemed to feel the grievances of the smiling mask, and sighed softly and said:

"That day, my lord led hundreds of thousands of people to arrest the two murderers who had just left. There were more than 12,000 Zhongxian officials like me! The scene was extremely grand, at least for me. In my memory, my Lord has never summoned so many immortals!" The Crying Mask recalled that day, and a thin layer of cold sweat appeared on the mask.

Not only myself, but also the immortals who have been there cannot forget the scene of that day!

Under the leadership of the fairy master, they strangled and killed the two monks who trespassed in the world like the sky.

Among the hundreds of thousands, the sky was almost hidden in endless black clouds.

But in front of them, there was only one person standing.

Standing in mid-air wearing a green shirt, holding a long sword in his hand, he looked as lonely as a piece of duckweed.

In the boundless black cloud, it seems that it will be swallowed up in the next second.

But it was also from the green shirt that endless primordial energy rose up, stirring up the black clouds almost instantly.

Only one sword, common and even crude.

The black clouds in the sky were struck by the sword, creating a huge crack, as if the billowing black clouds were cut into two pieces in the sky.

He didn't use any sword intent, and couldn't feel any power of law.

Just relying on brute force, we did it:

Open the sky with one sword!

The black cloud gathered by hundreds of thousands of immortals was as fragile as a piece of paper in front of the green shirt.

It was like raging waves hitting a small board, but that small board completely blocked all the waves, not allowing even a drop of water to rush behind the board.

Thinking of the scene that day, the crying face mask felt cold all over, couldn't help shivering, slightly raised his head to look at the sky, and reprimanded in a low voice:

"Have you ever seen someone who dared to ride on my lord and slap my lord in the face?"