From the depths of tens of thousands of miles away, the white clouds are lingering, and two beautiful figures are exposed.

When the ghost and Suzaku have been here for a long time, the eyes of the two, through the clouds, through the clouds, through countless black shadows, watching the middle of the sanctuary, a man with a beast tied by towering giant pillars.

"Is it him?" Suzaku asked loanly.

She is a ghost, and her body can change at will. In terms of stealth, she is much higher than the ghost.

But on the combat power, she is far away.

The ghost eyes were gone, and his eyes stared at the execution ground over there, and replied: "The old fox of Mo Yuan, seal his breath all of his breath.

"What should we do, do we want to rob the French field?" Suzaku asked.

"Wait, if you can't be sure, even if you are dangerous, you have to do it." The ghost said firmly.

The two were discussing, and the ghost suddenly found that the vitality on his body was shaking, and Bailitu was communicating with him.

She took out the water mirror and said lightly: "If you have something to say, if you want to stop me, you can hang the water mirror now."

"I found Ye Xiong, he didn't die, and he was alive ..."

On the other side of the water mirror, Bailitu was very excited. He pointed at another water mirror around him and said: "This is an image from the monk who is lurking in the Baili Fairy Realm. Do you see, is it him?"

Ghost's eyes looked at the image next to Bailitu. Although she was across two water mirrors, she still saw at a glance that this man who was suspended in the air and standing back was his husband.

Although he couldn't see his face, his body shape, his temperament, and his body exuding the kind of faint domineering.

In addition to him, who else has this temperament.

The ghost has always been indifferent, not good at expressing his emotions, and the anger is not available in the table.

But at this moment, she found that her eyes were moist, and for a long time, she couldn't help but let the tears flow down.

He really didn't die.

The Suzaku next to it was also trembling gently, and the small fist clenched tightly.

"Is it him?" Bailitu asked.

Because it was too far away, when his subordinates were recorded with water mirrors, he did not dare to rely on too close, so he didn't dare to determine.

"I can be sure ... it is him." The sound of the ghost changed a little, but soon, she controlled it and continued to ask, "Where is he now?"

"Baihua City."

"Is he crazy, what do you go to Baihua City?" Ghostly asked shocked.

Now the demons have occupied the immortal world. Among the Baihua City, there must be the army of the Demon clan. It is likely that one of the two magic dresses will be in Baihua City. What do he want to do now?

Between the two of them, in the water mirror, countless magic repair has surrounded the Yexiong group, and a layer of inside, one layer outside.

"I guess that he learned that Mo Yuan set up a trap in the Daqin Empire, but he couldn't tell us, so he announced in this way." Bailitu said his guess.

"Is he crazy, and there is no such way to find us!" The ghost said urgent.

"The two of you still leave there, Mo Yuan is likely to find you, come back soon, let's discuss it slowly."

The ghost nodded, with Suzaku, quietly left, and walked away.

Nympho

On the other side, in the clouds and mist, a group of people also quietly left.

After escaping thousands of kilometers, it fell on a mountain, and Bingling asked anxiously: "Old man, if you dare to lie to me, I have no end to you."

"Look at it yourself, is your owner?" Yan Beishu communicated with water mirrors, above the water mirror, a familiar figure appeared in front of her.

"Master, he must be the owner. This faint style of pretending, except for no owner." Jian Ling looked at the back of the suspended in the air, excitement.

"What pretend, the owner is elegant or not, do you think the owner likes to pretend to be forced, he stands there, it is a king." Fire Lingdao.

"I also think he is my master." Mu Ling nodded, and his fist clenched tightly.

A group of group of joy and weeping, standing tightly in front of the water mirror, all excited.

Nympho

In addition, the rest came from various places to see the beheading of ‘Ye Xiong’, and they also retreated.

Mo Yuan stood on the stage and noticed that it was inappropriate. At this time, a man suddenly came over in a hurry, and in his ears.

"What, Ye Xiong didn't die, and still appeared in Baihua Xianyu?" Mo Yuan's face changed greatly, very ugly.

He originally set up a game, and invited the Mo Xian King to come to ensure that he could attract a lot of power. Now Ye Xiong appeared suddenly. Isn't this a lifetime?

His joke.

"Master of the palace, His Royal Highness invite you to see him, he seems very angry." The subordinates said timidly.

Mo Yuan's face was a little ugly, and he strode away from the stage.

"Master, do you want to continue his sentence?" The supervisor asked.

"Ask me again, the first one cuts you." Mo Yuan scolded and went away.

He has to think about how to explain to Lord Magic King.

Nympho

Over the flowers of Baihua Fairy Realm.

One person, one strike the green robe, stands back, suspended in the air.

The man's sword eyebrows are stunned, the face is like water, and the placket fluttering.

He stood in it, as if the entire Baihua Fairy Realm, and even the entire sky, the entire universe was the center of him.

He was surrounded by thousands of magic repair around him, and surrounded him with one layer, one layer outside, but he was unmoved at all, just like it was just ants in front of him.

He is just the peak of Yuan Ying. Among the magic repair around him, there are many semi -stereotypes of magic cultivation.

However, in front of the man, the monks who were flat or even in the first -level level with him were all like the enemy and did not dare to approach.

In the past few decades, Ye Xiong's name, the name of the fairy and the magic world, everyone has been legendary, it is best not to let Ye Xiong disappear. As long as he disappeared once, he returned again, and he must be reborn.

For a hundred years of cultivation, he has been practicing for ten years.

I haven't seen it for five years. What kind of changes have he has?

The audience, tens of thousands of eyes stared at him.

"You didn't guess wrong, it's me, it's back."

One hundred and eight thousand -eyed Bodhi came out of his body, suspended in the air, and condensed into a long sword of golden light.

The long sword has no front, the Buddha's light is shining, not sharp, but with a lustrous coercion.

The surrounding demons monks were retreated under this pressure, and the vacuum zone in the middle expanded again.
Chapter completed!