What is it like before?

Forehead…

It sounds like it is indeed true.

A companion who practices together.

During that year, we were indeed companions who practiced together...

No, the meaning is different!

Yan Nuxia held the Qingshuang Sword and squinted:

"In all these years in the Bahuang Youjie... I never knew there was such a powerful girl here..."

"I'm Yan Qingwu, girl, what's your name?"

It can frighten countless foreign kings with one sword.

Such strength.

It's not clear from the outside.

But in this place, she is no less impressive than this immortal.

With such strength...

"The Eight Wilderness Realm?" Ying asked doubtfully, "This is a dark place...um...my name is Ying."

"Shadow?" Yan Nuxia was startled.

There are many ethnic groups in Jiuzhou, and it is really rare to have a single surname like this.

Wouldn't it be better to say it's a code name?

Can it also be used as a name?

strangeness.

Too strange.

Thousands of years of experience are enough for Yan Nuxia to conclude that this person...is not a monk from Jiuzhou.

"Yeah..." the voice muttered a few times, "It sounds very good. Dongfang Mu picked it up for me."

"Don't you think it sounds good?"

The simple sound seems to have no unnecessary meaning.

"..." Yan Nuxia.

"..." Wang Mu.

Yan Nuxia holds the Qingshuang Sword tightly.

The names were all given.

"It sounds good." Yan Nuxia looked at Wang Mu and said, "It sounds good."

"You think so?" the voice laughed.

Wang Mu looked into the distance and reminded:

"That seal..."

"What seal?" Yan Nuxia asked calmly.

The seal of the Eight Wilderness Realm!

Although Ying has appeared, there are so many dark alien races now, and she can't defend them alone, right?

If you run out, there will always be some trouble.

Don't give that misty cat the slightest chance.

"If it's broken, let's break it."

Yan Nuxia said coldly, looking into the distance, "Miss Ying, you know him, can you tell me what happened between you two before?"

Wang Mutong shrank.

Can this be said?

Wang Mu was startled. Suddenly, the evil spirit entering his body seemed to be catalyzed, boiling, and rushed straight into the sea of ​​consciousness.

The soul, which was originally as bright as glass, was washed away by this evil aura, as if thrown into an ink pool, and turned black.

Feeling dizzy, Wang Mu thought for a while and shouted angrily:

"Piao Miao Xu, you despicable villain!"

Then he fainted and went to...

Vaguely, only two shouts were heard:

"Dongfang Mu..."

"You...what's wrong with you?"

At the last moment when he fainted, Wang Mu thought to himself, OK!

——

"This bitch..."

outside world.

Piaomiao Xu escaped, and a remnant soul stood in the void, looking at the Eight Desolate Realms behind her.

"Holy Lord..."

Next to him, Demon Lord Shuo Wuji whispered, "Did you...fail?"

According to the plan, after they used the flesh and blood of the demon disciples to break the seal of Yijia, the remaining elite demon disciples headed by him were outside Yijiao.

Respond and wait for Holy Lord Piaomiao to come out.

Then swept across Kyushu.

The plan is perfect.

However…

It seems like, I don't know, something went wrong.

When the Holy Lord entered, his momentum was unparalleled. It felt like he had gone back thousands of years to the domineering spirit that led the Piaomiao Palace to sweep the world.

For a moment, Shuo Wuji felt that the palace master would really succeed this time.

Although it was destroyed by the strong and unreasonable Dongfang Mu.

But this time…

Then Dongfang Mu’s realm is low, so it should be difficult to stop the palace master, right?

"fail?"

Hearing this, Pian Miao Xu was like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and her voice was extremely sharp, "Will I fail? How could I lose to that bitch Dongfang Mu?"

"No, never!"

Shuo Wuji was stunned and then fell silent.

Holy Lord, I haven’t said that you were defeated by Dongfang Mu.

Wait... is it Dongfang Mu again?

"That bitch..."

"A scumbag who only relies on women..."

Pian Miao Xu sneered, "Without those women, he is nothing..."

Shuo Wuji was silent.

I just thought, even though this is what I said.

However, now his confidantes are among the top immortals.

An existence that is one step away from ascending...

Holy Lord, you were no match for him back then, but now you may not even be able to defeat his women...

Moreover, could there be a confidante of his in this eight desolate worlds?

Thinking of this, Shuo Wuji's scalp was slightly numb.

If that's the case...

In all the nine continents, I am afraid there is no room for the Holy Lord to survive.

"But the Holy Lord..." Shuo Wuji whispered, "The Yan Sword Immortal of the Sword Sect, the Supreme Lord of the Fengyue Sect, the Biyou Great Immortal of the Fengshen Mountain, the Alchemy Saint Ancestor of the Alchemy King Sect... these days, the Eight Desolate Netherworlds still have

There are...plus there are some invisible ones..."
To be continued...