Old state

This fight lasted for three days and three nights. The green blood and the golden blood mixed together, but they were incompatible, and only dyed the whole island in a strange color.

Hanba's complexion is like iron.

There is no one else on this island, all of them are his believers, or in other words, his blood.

Everything was broken, and he didn't feel distressed.

As long as it can stop the footsteps of these people.

Hanba holds a sword made of gold and jade in his hand. The whole body is full of emerald green, very warm and moist. It looks like good jade.Jade can't even match ordinary iron, but his sword and fine iron can't do anything against it.

His fire-like mana runs through it, which is extraordinarily radiant.

Most of the questers in purple clothes are dead, and there are not many questers in black clothes left. The crescent white questers may be fighting around him because of their own strength.

He was dressed in white, and he looked the same color as those people, but because he was wearing it, he had a unique elegance.

Hanba fought all the way to the entrance of the dungeon, which was not far from his house, but when he got here, it was time to leave.

Zhao Hui is in his prison. If he wants to leave, he must take him with him.

Although Zhao Hui had no good looks towards him, he still listened to him and followed him out of the dungeon.

He was still in red.

He is obviously the most gentle person, he is suitable for wearing white and blue, but he only loves the bright red which is not very suitable for him.The hem of the red clothes was flying like fire in the wind, as if the enthusiasm and temper he had lost for many years were making loud noises in this battlefield under the blue sky and white sun.

Zhao Hui knew that Feng Lian was in this battlefield, but Han Yan didn't give him a chance to find him, so he took him to pinch the formula and left on the cloud.

At this time, Yang Zigui was struggling in the cave.

Ping Yi is Ping Yi after all, how can he be able to suppress it with his superficial kung fu?Seeing that his success was about to fall short, green light waves flowed out from his body at this moment, walking towards his dantian.There is a black ball of light in the dantian, which is spinning slowly. This is Pingyi's memory. As long as he accepts this memory, he can change back to Pingyi.

But Pingyi is different from Yang Zigui.

He himself believed so firmly.

So hold on even more.

The green light waves gently entangled the black light group, and the light group gradually slowed down.Yang Zigui gradually let go of his heart.

He knew the origin of these light waves, it was the tangible internal force he got from eating that nameless herbal medicine, all of which was dissolved in his flesh and blood, but now it turned into this green light wave, which solved his urgent need.

But what he didn't know was that the black light cluster was dissipating bit by bit, and the black smoke wafting out was like a smoky wind, gently and seamlessly blending into his blood.

This hidden crisis will detonate at some point.

But this is his fate.He can't completely abandon the identity of Ping Yi, no matter how much he misses the past 50 years, one day, he will return to the identity of the demon god and rectify the name of heaven.

After a long time, the light waves finally dissipated, and the black light group also fell silent and did not move.

Yang Zigui stood up with a calm expression.

The first thing to be solved now is the Peerless Hall.

Just before he went to Taihang Mountain, he was thinking of developing the Wushuang Hall and handing it over to the Patriarch as the predecessor of the Demon Cult.

But when he really saw the Patriarch, he realized that he thought too simply. What kind of person the Patriarch is, not to mention whether he will be useful for the Wushuang Temple he built, but only his character. In terms of the character of the patriarch in the teaching history, he would never accept such a gift from him.

But at the beginning of the establishment of the Wushuang Hall, all he wanted was to leave something for the Patriarch.He came to this old state strangely. One day he was still living comfortably, and the next day he was hundreds of years ago. I don't know why such a strange thing happened?He has always been content with whatever happens and never thinks about it, but he also feels that he can't tell when he will go back again, so he wants to do something for that little patriarch.

Or maybe the patriarch was just too cute back then.

However, it has only been three years, but it seems like ten thousand years have passed between Patriarch and him. Both of them clearly know that they miss each other, but they always refuse to say it.

He knew that it was strange that he lost his temper. He was not a little girl who was so frustrated, but he couldn't help himself when he saw the patriarch wearing that black dress.

Yang Zigui took out his fan and sighed, but in the end it was his own fault for not protecting him well in the first place.

That's all, let's have a good talk with him next time.

When he made up his mind, he never thought that the next time would come so soon.

Yang Zigui hurried on his way, wanting to return to Shengjing Wushuang Hall as soon as possible, but limited to lightness kung fu, he could only hurry on his way slowly.What he pays attention to is skillful, not speed. It is definitely not three to five days' work to travel thousands of miles.

Ten days later, he arrived outside Shengjing City.

But outside the city, he saw Guixu who had changed into black clothes.

Or grandpa.

Shengjing City is just a peaceful and luxurious city that steals leisure and wealth. Although the battle ahead is fierce, there is an endless stream of people coming and going at the gate of the city.

It's just that it's a bit strange to see Guixu here.