Xiaobao condensed the immortal power and poured it into the evil-fighting sword.

But his cultivation was too low, and he had already consumed seven or eighty-eight percent of the immortal energy in [Guanyuan] just by running all the way.

At this time, he was desperate to overdraw his immortal power, and suddenly he felt a burning pain in his muscles, veins, and bones all over his body.

His face was pale and his body was shaky.

Bixie felt something strange about Xiaobao, and immediately stopped playing tricks and shouted nervously: "Little master, how are you?"

At this moment, the giant ghost seemed to feel the weakness on their side.

He let out a strange cry and his speed suddenly increased several times.

The huge palms were raised at the same time, and they volleyed in the direction of Xiaobao.

Wow!!

Xiaobao couldn't help himself, his small body was pulled by a huge force and flew into the air, quickly crashing into the palm of the giant ghost.

"Little Master!!"

The evil-fighting sword roared and turned into a stream of light that rushed towards the ghost.

But all this was a step too slow.

In the blink of an eye, Xiaobao has arrived in front of the giant ghost.

A strong fishy smell came from the open palm.

The turbid liquid dripped down, and a drop splashed on Xiaobao's face.

Even though Xiaobao was calm and collected, his whole body was stiff at this moment.

His little face turned pale, and his mind was filled with the confusion and panic of impending death.

Dad, Mom!!

He recited something in his mind and closed his eyes in despair.

But at this moment, his body was grabbed by something and flew up into the air.

There is no smelly liquid splashing on the body, and there is no pain of being eaten.

Some are just strange but warm embraces.

Xiaobao carefully opened his eyes and saw an unfamiliar face.

Clear, charming, handsome, and exuding a cold and sinister aura that makes people shy away from him.

Xiaobao stared blankly at the face so close to him, as if he was out of danger before he realized it.

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something and turned around to look.

He saw the giant ghost that had just frightened him and made him feel powerless.

At this time, it fell to the ground like a puddle of mud, and gradually turned into blood and evaporated.

The evil-proofing sword flew unsteadily in front of Xiaobao and crashed into his arms.

After confirming that he was fine, she almost cried: "My little ancestor, you are trying to scare me to death! Damn it, I thought my sword was finished..."

When it came to the last two words, I only realized it later.

His little master was held in someone's arms.

The little master is only six years old, and it is not unusual at all to be held in someone's arms.

But what made Jixie fall silent in shock was the man holding his little master. The aura around him was so terrifying.

The sword to ward off evil has been trapped in Fuxi's secret realm for decades, and it has never been exposed to any evil or vicious aura.

But that fierce and vicious aura, facing the man in front of me, was like a cricket facing a big tree, water droplets blending into the sea, and I was embarrassed to even mention it.

This...who is this man?

What does he want to do to the little master?

Xiaobao hugged the buzzing and trembling evil-proofing sword, then turned to look at the man hugging him, and said with a crisp voice: "Thank you for saving me."

The man put him down with a cold expression. He didn't look at him. Instead, he looked at the sky and frowned slightly.

Xiaobao looked around.

But he found that the scenery around him was unfamiliar.

He has never been out of the small world, he doesn't know what the Immortal Continent is like, and he doesn't know where to go to find his father.
Chapter completed!