Wen's sect's scumbag junior brother is back

The residual wind blows the dead leaves on the ground, the silver boots step on the gravel road, and the black tail walks through the flower garden.

Wen Zhaoxi's eyelids drooped, he tried his best to smile, but the veins on the back of his hands tightened.

"Xiao Yao..." he softly shouted in the fairy palace, the only response to him was a gust of wind that lifted the dead leaves and fell on the stone bench that Xu Chaoqi used to sit on.

He stepped forward to touch the half-drunk fish porridge, the bowl was already cold.

Wen Zhaoxi stood here, the setting sun fell on him, leaving a reflection on the ground.

His pupils drooped lower and lower, and the fundus of his eyes was dark.

Wen Zhaoxi laughed softly, and raised his hand to touch the ghostly aura in the air.The ghostly air lifted up, wrapping around his fingertips, very intimately.

How similar is this scene to the one that was blamed back then?

He turned around and left, his ink tail fluttering lightly, and the coercion in the sky became more and more dignified.

Xu Chaoqi woke up leisurely and found him in a familiar yet strange place.

The fairy mist is lingering, the golden hall is reflected in the eyes, the spring water flows in the jade white pool, and the fairy lotus of various colors is swaying vigorously. There are golden fish in the pool jumping up and then re-drilling into the water.

This is the Immortal Mansion of the Lord Siming.

The cool wind was blowing through the hall along with the clouds, Xu Chaoqi supported the long couch and sat up, his black hair fell from his shoulders, he rubbed the center of his brows, and a pair of sharp phoenix eyes swept forward.

Siming Shenjun was waiting for someone to wake up. He turned around when he heard the sound, but met Shang Xu's raised eyes, which made him shudder.

He lowered his eyes and smiled lightly, and said politely: "Just now, some creatures from the land broke into the residence of the little fellow daoist..."

Xu Chaoqi said lightly: "The land is sealed, where can there be any souls coming up?"

Siming Shenjun's smile gradually stiffened, he pursed his lips, and said in a hoarse voice: "Where did you hear about it, little fellow Taoist?"

Xu Chao got out of bed, patted his clothes and sneered: "Instead of asking me, why don't you tell me the reason why your heavenly realms let me ascend to the heaven?"

Lord Siming did not expect a little monk to know so many things!

He turned his back and looked at Xu Chaoqi intriguingly: "Who are you?"

Xu Chaoqi didn't say a word, but his eyes and smile made Shenjun Siming more and more familiar, and Shenjun Siming gradually felt a chill in his heart.

Cold sweat broke out from the sideburns of Lord Siming, and his fingertips trembled with fear. A figure appeared in his mind, making his eyes widen, staring at Xu Chao's upturned face, trying to see something in the other's eyes .

After a while, he pulled the corner of his lips and laughed: "You are not him."

Xu Chao raised his eyes and moved, staring quietly at Siming Shenjun.

Siming Shenjun raised his hand to the corner of his lips: "If you were him, if you wanted to come out, you would lose your position, and it would be impossible to live peacefully with a man as soon as you came out.

Because he is an unforgiving, selfish, power-hungry god, it is impossible to do this! "

Siming Shenjun exhaled, and immediately relaxed.

Xu Chaoqi had been staring at the expression of God Si Ming, raised his eyebrows and said: "You seem to think that some people are born with good and evil, so are you really kind?"

He smiled and lay back on the couch, and put his legs aside casually: "Why do I feel that you have a lot of bad breath?"

Lord Siming's eyes froze, without saying a word, he looked straight at Xu Chaoqi.

Xu Chaoqi rubbed his temples, and said quietly: "I think your Immortal Mansion has been around for some time, why are you just an ordinary god now?"

These words made Siming Shenjun more silent, a faint killing intent hovered around his body, and the killing intent permeated the white clothes, he suddenly woke up, turned his back and hurried to the side hall.

Xu looked up at the ground and clenched his palms tightly.

I hope my brother hasn't come back yet.

After a while, God Siming came out and stood by the pool to feed the fish for a while. His tone became much better: "I hope that my little fellow Daoist understands the beauty of the heavens. This kind of opportunity is something that no number of monks in the middle world can ask for."

Xu Chaoqi: "

Since it's so good, why do you still want to kidnap me? "

Siming Shenjun pursed his lips, his temples throbbed violently, and finally walked away.

Xu Chaoqi leaned on the couch alone and dozed off, suddenly he frowned slightly, and slowly opened his eyes.

The kindness in the air seems to be strong?

He sensed something was wrong, got off the couch, and walked towards the pool with the most aura.

As soon as the fish saw him, they shrank in the corner, as if they knew that he loved fish very much.

Xu Chaoqi stretched out his hand and shook it in the water, the water was just an ordinary spiritual spring, there was nothing special about it.

His palms were slightly curled up, and a wet feeling came suddenly. He lowered his head, and saw that there seemed to be something sticking to the edge of the pool.

Xu got up and squatted down, facing the pool wall

He raised his finger, and a touch of kindness lingered, making people comfortable and happy, and his heart warmed up.

His eyes were deep and his eyelashes fluttered slightly.

Not long after the Siming Shenjun left the Golden Palace, he met the Great Shenjun.

The great god is full of divine light, his eyes are indifferent, and his face is full of pity.He is one of the best figures in the heavens, well known as benevolent and fair, and also a god with the highest right to speak.

He caught a glimpse of Siming Shenjun and said distantly: "Did you sneak up Wen Zhaoxi's Taoist companion?"

Siming Shenjun was flustered, and quickly bowed: "It's my fault, and I also want to let Wen rise up day and night as soon as possible to fight against the evil god."

The great god raised his eyes: "Absurd! Even if the evil gods attack, you can't use innocent people to persecute others."

Siming Shenjun lowered his head lower and lower.

Da Shenjun walked forward: "Si Ming, you mainly need to reflect on yourself. Forget it, send the child to my palace in a while."

Commander Shenjun bent down: "Yes."

With a straight waist and a swaying white robe, the great god gradually walked away in the clouds.

Wen Zhaoxi used his sword to push away the clouds and approached the sky.

Outside the gate of heaven, two immortals are guarding.

Wen Chaoxi's ink tail floated on the clouds, and strode in.

Seeing a monk coming up, the Immortal was stunned, and hurriedly tried to stop him, but his companion hurriedly pulled him aside, and led him to bow to bow: "I have seen the master!"

The immortal blinked, at a loss, and just watched Wen Chaoxi break into the heaven.

When the ink tail went away, the companion hurriedly patted his chest and gasped: "It's okay, it's okay!"

"What are you doing?" The immortal was puzzled.

The companion patted him on the head: "You also know that I was a member of Yingtianzong before I ascended."

"So what? Aren't there many monks of the Yingtian Sect in the heavenly world?"

"That's the head of my Yingtian sect, I want to call him master!"

"Afraid of him?" The immortal smiled: "You are all immortals now, he is just a monk..."

Before he finished speaking, the immortal was shocked by his companion.

"How? At the beginning, there were people from the same clan who were thinking about what to do, but they were almost beaten to death by the head of the sect before they went down!"

The immortal took a breath: "He's just a monk."

"But this cultivator has not ascended for nearly ten thousand years, and all of us juniors combined cannot beat him. Not to mention that he is my ancestor, even if I ascend, I am still a member of the Yingtian sect. Obey by order!"

The immortal asked him back when he heard the words: "But what if the gods ordered you to be his enemy?"

The companion was startled, and said in a low voice: "He is my master..."

Knowing the answer, the immortal sighed.

The companion looked into the gate and whispered: "And I think this heaven is different from what I imagined."

"Ok?"

Wherever Wen Zhaoxi went, all Yingtianzong disciples saluted him.

He is tall and tall, wearing a thick Taoist robe through the clouds, his calm momentum is

Introverted, but extremely oppressive.

When he really stepped into the heaven, a god finally got the news and came to see him in a hurry.

"Wen Xianren, don't come here without any problems. I don't know if you are here because you want to ascend, so let us pick you up?"

Although the god had a polite face, but his eyes were looking at him, he was very guilty.

Wen Zhaoxi's voice was low and hoarse, and he raised his eyes like an abyss: "Return the Taoist companion."

The god froze, cold sweat broke out on his head, as if an abyss was swallowing him vaguely.

He bent down and said hoarsely: "I'm waiting... I really haven't seen it, maybe it's the evil god who did evil. The evil god always likes..."

Before he finished speaking, a strong blow came over him, causing a sharp pain in his chest. He was lying on the ground, and golden blood flowed from his chest.

"You..." He pointed at Wen Zhaoxi in disbelief.

Holding the Ice Soul Sword in his hand, Wen Zhaoxi turned around and walked inward.

"Converting right and wrong, is it also worthy of being a good god?"

For tens of thousands of years, since the evil gods made trouble, the heavens have been peaceful, but today someone is beating the heavens again!

The gods rushed forward and hurried to stop him.

"Wen Xianren is too much! How can he shoot at will without distinction?!"

Dozens of little gods made moves at the same time. In their subconscious minds, Wen Zhaoxi was just a stronger monk. Although he had passed the threshold of a god, there was still a huge gap between him and the god.

Wen Zhaoxi's eyes were indifferent, and with a twist of his wrist, he slashed into the air——

There was a piercing whistling sound, and the sky and the earth were split, revealing a black abyss.

The clouds and mist were sucked into the abyss, the sun and the moon turned pale, and the entire heaven was shaken by the sword energy.

"Boom—" The dozen or so little gods rolled to the ground, knelt and crawled on the ground at the same time, blood flowed all over the ground, their hair was disheveled, and they were dying.

Their pupils constricted, watching the bloody sword blade slipping on the ground getting closer and closer to them, and kept retreating, their lips were pale and full of fear.

"Don't! Don't come here!" They were frightened, they were cold and shivering.

Wen Zhaoxi approached step by step, her tone softened.

He squatted down, his eyes were still cold, but he said with a smile on his lips: "I am really indiscriminate, arrogant and unreasonable, how about using some of you sacrificial swords today?"

"No, Immortal Wen! It's our fault..." They shook their heads in fright.

At this time, they also saw that the evil god wanted to be reasonable, and Wen Zhaoxi dared to kill them!

"What's wrong with you?" Wen Zhaoxi stood up and stepped on Yishen's hand, looking down condescendingly, causing that god to kneel down in pain.

"It's my fault! I shouldn't have poured dirty water on Wen Xianren at will, it was because of my quick tongue!"

Wen Zhaoxi withdrew his gaze and stepped on the god, wiped the uppers of his shoes, and continued to walk forward.

"Noisy." His voice was low and hoarse.

Immediately afterwards, many magical weapons flew over. Wen Zhaoxi pierced the sky with his sword, and the whole heaven seemed to be cut in half.

The divine spring shattered into pieces, and the icy cold sword pierced into the flesh, and when it was pulled out, it slashed at the arm of another god. The blood of the god soaked the white clouds, and flowed down from the tip of the sword.

The heavens were quiet, Wen Zhaoxi drew his sword across the ground, the blood soaked his white clothes, and blood drops fell from the side of his face.

His smile was still soft, but the gods were scared when they saw him, and backed away in fright.