In the dark sky, an old figure suddenly appeared, and the cold voice echoed like a bell, instantly shattering all the killing arrows rushing towards the man in purple, causing Jiang Xiaofan to suffer a considerable backlash.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

All the energy magic arrows were shattered, and the nine magic arrows of creation were bounced away and scattered around.

"Who!"

Viagra anger.

He was about to successfully kill the man in purple clothes, and he was about to avenge his fellow clans, but suddenly such a person appeared, disrupting all rhythms. How could he not be angry?

In the killing formation, the man in purple breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's finally here."

He smiled colder.

In front of the man in purple, an old figure with a head full of brown hair appeared, and owed his body slightly to the man in purple, saying, "Sorry, young master, I'm late."

"It's okay, it's time to come."

The man in purple clothes said.

The sky sword in his hand shook, turned into a folding fan again, swaying gently.

"Suppress them, remember, just suppress them, don't kill them, I must treat them well."

He smiled cruelly.

The old man nodded, turned around and looked at Jiang Xiaofan and Wei Xu. With a wave of his right hand, he instantly shattered all the killing formations surrounding him, allowing the world to restore Qingming again.

It looked at Jiang Xiaofan and Wei Xu with a expressionless face, like a machine, without any emotional fluctuations: "The two lower-level heavens attack and kill the superior heaven cultivators, and according to the Iron Rule of the Three Thousand Worlds, they should be killed."

It walked forward, and its entire body was covered with black clothes.

"You are from Shinto League!"

Wei Xie's face suddenly changed drastically.

The old figure's clothes were a bit special, with a horizontal bar on its chest, and three ancient seals were engraved with Taoist patterns, which were unique to members of the Shinto Alliance.

"Hey!"

In the distance, the man in purple sneered.

Looking at this scene, Jiang Xiaofan immediately understood why the man in purple was so calm and he was trapped in the killing formation. He also knew why he felt an unknown feeling before. It turned out that the man in purple had already notified the Shinto Alliance before coming to this world, and this old figure was the Shinto Alliance. Obviously, the Shinto Alliance member was beyond the level of the Dao Realm. The most important thing is that the man in purple seemed to have something to do with a big figure in the Shinto Alliance, which made the old monster respect it very much.

"Represents Shinto Union, suppressing you, etc."

Old Old took another step forward, and the whole world solidified in an instant.

Looking at this man, Jiang Xiaofan and Wei Xuqi trembled, their faces changed, and cold sweat on their foreheads could not stop.

This is not because they are afraid of the old man, but because the pressure from the other party makes their bodies react. This is an instinct.

"The superior heavenly monk can kill people at will, but the inferior heavenly monk can only be killed and cannot fight back. What are the bullshit rules? These are the rules that the old man has set!"

Jiang Xiaofan said in a cold voice.

The old figure was terrifying. The pressure naturally emanated made him unable to feel any resistance. However, even so, he was not afraid at all and questioned him bluntly.

"The Holy One was ordered by the three founders of the Shinto League. You are disobeying those three great masters and your sins will be higher than your sins."

The old figure said coldly.

He took a step forward, and the huge momentum turned into a hurricane that swept across the sky, shaking Jiang Xiaofan. The body of the heaven was covered with cracks, and the seven-colored blood flowed down unstoppably.

"Boy!"

Not far away, Wei Xie changed color and flashed over with difficulty, supporting Jiang Xiaofan's flying backward body.

"Is it okay?"

The fat man asked.

Jiang Xiaofan wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth and shook his head barely.

Wei Xie's face looked a little ugly: "Sorry, brother, the fat man has dragged you down. Unexpectedly, the bastard actually notified the Shinto Alliance directly. He attracted such an old monster and could compare with many Taoist guardians."

"You think I am a brother, and you are sorry or dragging me down."

Jiang Xiaofan said.

Wei Xie's face looked very bad and he stared at the front.

The old figure of Shinto League had no expression on his face, his cheeks were full of wrinkles, his body seemed a little dry, and his eyes were almost sunken, like a mummy.

It raised its right hand, covered the universe, and pressed towards Jiang Xiaofan and Wei Xu.

"etc."

Suddenly, the man in purple spoke and stopped the old man.

The old man stopped, withdrew his outstretched right hand, and looked sideways at the man in purple.

The man in purple shirt has a respectful identity and his ancestors also have a great status in the Shinto Alliance. This old man is the war slave of the ancestor of the man in purple shirt, so he naturally respects the man in purple shirt very much.

The man in purple clothes looked at Jiang Xiaofan and smiled a bit on his lips: "I heard that there is another big figure in the darkness of this place, which seems to be beyond the level of Taoism. Now, don't you ask him to come out? Just in time, I want to see if this big figure behind you can block the war slaves of your ancestors."

"You are not worthy of seeing her."

Jiang Xiaofan said coldly.

He made up Ye Qingrou here just to shock the mysterious man. He knew that Ye Qingrou was not here at this moment. But what he said was the truth at this moment. In his opinion, the man in purple clothes did not have the qualifications to see Ye Qingrou.

The man in purple squinted his eyes and the sun was cold.

"It seems that the person behind you is not here." The man in purple sneered and said, "However, it is not ruled out that the person behind you is really here, but he dares not come out now. After all, not everyone will be as ignorant as you, trying to shake Gao Tian with the power of dust. Remember your identities, just the lower heaven."

Jiang Xiaofan's face turned cold.

"If someone is in the secret, get out and kowtow to apologize."

The old figure said coldly.

It is a member of the Shinto Alliance, and it is the war slave of the ancestor of the Zishi Man. Jiang Xiaofan and Wei Xu attacked the Zishi Man here. At this moment, he heard that the Zishi Man said that there was someone behind Jiang Xiaofan, so it naturally had to do something.

"Immortal thing, thank you mom for your sin!"

Jiang Xiaofan was angry.

After returning to the Heavenly Dao Realm, he had never scolded anyone so angrily.

Although he knew Ye Qingrou was not here, the old monster of Shinto League still made him angry, which was a blasphemy to the elegant girl.

"I'm here."

Suddenly, a voice rang in Jiang Xiaofan's ear.

A girl in white appeared silently beside Jiang Xiaofan. Her white dress swayed in the wind, swaying around with a faint fragrance, which made Jiang Xiaofan stunned.

"you……"

How could Ye Qingrou be here?

She is actually here?

Why is she here?

For a moment, Jiang Xiaofan was a little confused.

"I have a name."

Ye Qingrou looked at Jiang Xiaofan with a slight smile on her face, very gentle.

"Yaah!"

Ye Qingrou greeted Jiang Xiaofan happily on her shoulders, looking very happy.

Opposite the man in purple was also stunned, his eyes wide open, his eyes full of stunning, and his greed and desire were written. He was a romantic person, and he liked young and beautiful women the most. Over the years, he didn't know how many geniuses he had captured. However, when he saw Ye Qingrou, he felt that the women he had captured before were simply vulgar fans. Compared with Ye Qingrou, those women were just garbage, no, even garbage.

He shook the folding fan in his hand, showed a warm smile, looked at Ye Qingrou, and said, "This girl is in Xia Zi Sect, and her ancestors are the lord of the Fire Pavilion of the Shinto Alliance. I don't know the girl's name?"

Ye Qingrou looked at Jiang Xiaofan, reached out her hand, and a faint halo rushed towards Jiang Xiaofan.

In an instant, Jiang Xiaofan's injuries began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Thanks."

Jiang Xiaofan said.

Ye Qingrou smiled slightly and shook her head gently.

Opposite the man in purple clothes suddenly looked dark. He had already spoken and even reported his ancestor's name, but he received no response and was directly ignored, which made a cold light flash in his eyes.

He walked forward and said, "Girl, I'm asking you why not..."

He wanted to say something, but suddenly he felt someone pulling him.

He frowned and looked to his side: "War slave, what are you doing? How much are you doing?"
To be continued...