The demon-holding sword in Xia Ji's hand was interrupted, and one-third of the sword tip fell on the deck.

The Ghost Crow looked down at the boy, pointed at him, and said lightly: "Save your strength to deal with demons, not against your own people."

Xia Ji:...

The ghost crow raised his hand and the Black Crow Sword returned to his hand. He shook it, and said casually: "There are many famous swords on the boat, let's pick another one."

After saying that, he turned around and left with his hands behind his back.

It is OK to have a fight on the airship, but if it is a fight, it should be punished and prohibited. This is his rule.

As for Zhurong, he couldn't rule, so he could only rule the swordsman on earth, which was that simple.

The young man bowed his head and picked up the tip of the sword silently, put it into the sheath, and then put the broken sword back. He did not change the famous sword again, nor did he do anything. He walked to the side of the boat and looked at the vast sea under his feet. This was the West Sea.

Zhu Rong looked at him angrily, thinking about it, he didn't go over and blame him. Just now, the boy just wanted to push her away and concentrate on dealing with the sword... but he didn't expect to push the wrong place.

The blue bird, the cultivator of the nuclear array, and the young girls who thought they were following the immortals to practice immortality even further away... all saw the scene just now, with different expressions, shock, emotion, disdain, and envy.

However, the young man walked around the stern of the boat. The Bagua cloak was just burning and destroyed. Soon another little Taoist nun from the Kunlun Dao Sect got him a new one.

He smiled politely to express his gratitude, and the nun whispered: "Senior Brother Bai Qi, this airship is full of strong men from all sides and immortals. It is better not to argue with them."

The boy nodded slightly with apologies again.

The nun said, "We were all worried about you just now. After all, Senior Brother Bai Qi is our team leader now. If we want to go to a foreign country together, we will encounter terrible demons... Only Senior Brother Bai Qi will help us at critical moments, right?"

She wanted to get affirmation with expectations to relieve her tension.

Xia Ji did not disappoint her, and nodded with a smile. The little Taoist nun smiled and the freckles stretched out. "Senior Brother Bai Qi calls me if you have something to do, and my name is Mingyue."

The black Taoist robe with Tai Chi background was flying fiercely, and the boy wrapped it tightly, as if he was in the clouds, afraid of the severe cold of the changing weather. As for what happened just now, he didn't keep it in his heart.

Zhu Rong watched from a distance.

The blue bird smiled and said, "He pushed it to you."

Zhurong:...

"Did you say he was angry? He also ran to a place where no one was angry."

Bluebird: "I don't think it looks like it, he looks very cold."

Zhu Rong: "That's a ball of ice wrapped in lava? You look calm, but it's..."

The bluebird wondered, "But what?"

Zhurong: "Nothing."

——The immortals will never understand that in the world, swords are the life of swordsmen. Swords are in people, swords are hurt, swords are hurt, swords are dead, swords are like this, not to mention that the young man is still wearing the crown of the Sword Emperor.

She sighed softly, "What a little monster... I'm curious about what kind of person his dead wife is?"

...

Meng Po threw a pair of small boots in the dead grass, gently fiddled with the cold water in the lake with bare snow feet, picked dead tree branches to make forks, and was alone looking for the fish at the bottom of the water with interest, wanting to poke up a few and make a barbecue...

She no longer likes barbecue.

But this reminded her of the scene when she and Xia Ji returned to Jiangnan many years ago. She caught fish and Xia Ji grilled fish. Then she gathered by the bonfire. Although there were terrible candle dragons hidden in the dark and there were enemies that could attack at any time in the distance, she still looked at the flames happily, like a cat greedy for fish.

She doesn't like grilled fish.

She doesn't like to watch the flames either.

It was just because it was him who was grilling fish by the bonfire.

Thinking of him, Meng Po’s eyes became gentle.

She let out a sip of cold breath, as if she was saying, "It's another person."

The moonlight swept into the distance with the lake waves.

This is the Moonlight Lake a hundred miles away from Kunlun.

And a big thing happened to Kunlun a hundred miles away:

The barbarian seemed to know that the sword immortal was seriously injured, and the sword emperor left again. For some reason, the Mulu King turned back again and carried out a retaliatory raid.

This raid forced Kunlun to completely open the mountain sealing formation. Once it was opened, it would be isolated from the outside for twenty years. Once it was opened, the position of Kunlun Dao Sect as the world's number one sect would be equivalent to giving up someone.

And this time... Kunlun Dao Sect suffered heavy casualties and no one knew the real battle process. The old Taoist and the sword immortal seemed to be suppressed by a mysterious powerful man, and were almost killed by Meng Mulu.

The female neighbor who had been with Xia Ji for a long time, Bai Shuiyun, the second-place "Midnight Epiphyllum" on the 100 Flowers List, also died young and was killed by an ordinary knife in the chaos.

At this time, the matter was settled, Kunlun was closed, and the morale of the rivers and lakes and the morale of the Great Zhou Dynasty was reduced.

Thoughts turn back.

Meng Po's eyes suddenly lit up, and the wooden branches clamped with her fingertips poked down like lightning. The tip of the branches penetrated through a swim-by-wild black fish. She lifted the branch, picked up the fish in her hand, and threw it into the bamboo basket aside.

Suddenly, she was stunned because she saw the redness of her hands covered in blood...

That red is the blood of the fish.

It also reminded her of the blood of the midnight cereal that she killed a few days ago. The nun did nothing wrong...

But she is too close to her husband, and she is so charming and damn it.

Suddenly, her eyebrows were a little painful. Meng Po's right hand suddenly tightened, and the blood turned into fine beads and squirted away. In an instant, her fingers quickly rose up, and the dead cold air wrapped around her fingers, slowly between her eyebrows outside the Niwan Palace.

She slowly regulated her breath, and the dead breath penetrated into her pores.

It took a long time.

Maybe it's still today, maybe it's already tomorrow.

After a long time, she didn't know that the sky was in the water and the galaxy was under her feet. Meng Po slowly opened her eyes. At this moment, she looked at the lake filled with moonlight. A beautiful face reflected in the lake, and the most prominent one was the ruthless eyes...

There are no pupils at all, but countless stars are rotating, as if the evil ghosts falling into the underworld are looking up at the sky.

Silently, she had already broken through a new realm.

But there was no happiness at all.

Dada dada...

The sound of footsteps came from afar.

A black shadow was drawn by the moonlight. The person who came was two meters tall and was very powerful. He wore a pale deer bone crown, which was obviously the Southern Barbarian mythology Mengmu deer.

A rough voice sounded: "Hey, woman, our Nanman King wants to see you."

Just finished speaking.

Meng Mulu suddenly felt that her heart was being grabbed, and he saw a dead figure slowly emerging behind the woman.

Wearing a mysterious Meng Po mask on her face, her eyes closed, and the phantom was as high as a hundred feet...

Her arms were hanging down with black sleeves, and her sleeves covered the sky, blocking the light of the sky, and the moonlight and starry light disappeared. A turbid river could be seen in her sleeves, and colorful "jewels" stared at him from time to time.

No!

That's not a gem.

But the eyes of evil ghosts.

Meng Mulu felt a chill in her heart and instinctively wanted to resist, but as soon as she tried, she showed a look of horror.

——How is it possible? Why did I forget my own martial arts?

——Damn it, I can’t remember it?

A few thoughts flashed by, and the Southern Barbarian Myth was so scared that he sat down on the ground, supported his hands with his blood, and his blood was frozen, looking at the one who looked down at him...

He no longer knows how to describe it.

Meng Po?

Hell of the Yellow Springs?

Or something else?

He forgot his power and became a mortal?!

This...how is this possible?!!

At this moment, a gentle voice drifted from afar with the wind:

"Call the King of Nanman to see me."

The Mulu King's mind was blank. He could not suppress his emotions and said respectfully: "Yes!" Then he quickly got up and ran away.
Chapter completed!