This Big Brother is Inappropriate

　　"..."

　　"..."

　　Ye Zhiqiu silently took out his weapon.

　　At this moment, he has only one idea - there is a chance to level the ancestral hall of Qingyun.

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Chapter 143

　　Strong mana fluctuations erupted over Qingyunmen.

　　As soon as the blood river mana belonging to the Demon Dao appeared, the headmaster and the head of Sanfeng instantly opened their eyes.

　　They came to the sky and looked down from afar.

　　Shenren Xiao was secretly frightened by the evil magic power of the God Transformation Realm. After his expression changed, he shouted: "Which master of the devil is here? Xiao is not well entertained, please come and see!"

　　The majestic voice spread throughout the Qingyun Mountains.

　　Vigorous echoes rolled by, echoing and wandering throughout the entire Qingyun Mountains.

　　But no one responded.

　　Shenren Xiao's face became more and more ugly.

　　But the next moment, he looked at his Luoyan Peak, Qingyun Hall with his eyes like electricity!

　　Above the hall that symbolizes the belief of Qingyunmen.

　　Suddenly, a figure filled with demonic energy appeared.

　　"That person is..."

　　Ge Xuan's breathing was stagnant, and he murmured almost absentmindedly: "Blood River Gate Master Ye Zhiqiu..."

　　The next moment, Ye Zhiqiu disappeared.

　　When he reappeared, his feet had already landed on a danding on the Laurel Peak.

　　Then he disappeared again.

　　Every time he appeared, it seemed that he could only stay for a moment.

　　He didn't even have time to observe his surroundings, so he had to run for his life again.

　　The Qingyun Taoist robe that was stolen at random was stained with blood. The handsome old man's face was very pale, his hair was messy, and the blood in his eyes was almost dripping.

　　have to say.

　　Although Mr. Ye Zhiqiu was very embarrassed.

　　But his escape gesture is really handsome.

　　If it wasn't for the sky-covering effect of the Qingyunmen Mountain Protection Formation to move the void, Ye Zhiqiu would have run away long ago.

　　But the mountain protection formation here has the function of isolating space.

　　The ones who are guarded against are those who come and go without a trace!

　　Therefore, Ye Zhiqiu can only hop around like a flea in this Qingyun Mountain.

　　He can't stop yet!

　　Because, there is a faint moonlight chasing him all the time.

　　Every time he stopped to take a breath, the icy moonlight that was as cold as a sword would follow.

　　A sword had already been hit in his chest.

　　The unimaginably icy sword intent almost froze his primordial spirit!

　　If it weren't for the fact that he had the Blood River Secret Technique to save his life.

　　At this moment, most of them have been nailed to the gate of Qingyun Mountain.

　　He is one of the most powerful group of people in the magic way. He has long been promoted to the realm of gods, and he can tear open the void at will, and the distance of thousands of miles is only one step away.

　　But unfortunately.

　　Not to mention the spirituality of Wang Shu's sword intent, he also has the magical ability to move the void in the god-transforming realm.

　　Is this the Mahayana realm?

　　Mahayana is so terrifying?

　　After a moment of doubt, Ye Zhiqiu's complexion became as pale as moonlight again.

　　His figure gradually faded away.

　　Absolutely can't stop!

　　As long as he persists, he is confident that he can still find a chance to leave - as for kneeling and begging for mercy?

　　Not to mention that he actually eats standing up all the time, the key is that people may not give him the chance of allegiance to break his crutches.

　　The black-haired, dancing giant of the Demonic Dao flickered.

　　When he appeared again, he returned to the foot of the Divine Sword Peak and looked at the little girl who was not far away, looking at the little girl who was very relaxed, with a complicated expression and was silent for a long time.

　　Twilight falls.

　　The beginning of the moon.

　　The pure and cold lunar moonlight sprinkled lightly.

　　Those gentle moonlight strands, at this time, turned into extremely thin swords, falling from the sky, all over the void, and there was no place to hide at all.

　　"The Mahayana Venerable is only one line away from the Dragon Gate."

　　Ye Zhiqiu's voice sounded tired.

　　He didn't know what he thought: "I know you, the first seat of Wangshu in Qingyunmen, I'm afraid that few people in the world know that it took you two hundred years to fly to Dragonmen."

　　"There has never been a person like you in a hundred thousand years!"

　　"Dare to ask! Who are you...?!"

　　Wang Shu was speechless.

　　Two hundred years ago, she was knocked out of good fortune and fell to the throne of emperor.

　　She relied on the last sword intent to find a ray of life, and the remnant soul was reincarnated into this world.

　　She has no parents.

　　Instead, it directly condenses the body with a powerful soul.

　　One day in that year, the former Headmaster Qingyun, who was deeply moved, saw a little girl outside Hongyang City.

　　The little girl was carved in pink and jade, and she was extremely cute.

　　But there is no childishness in his eyes, only an extremely calm indifference.

　　At that time, Wang Shu was very weak and did not have the ability to protect himself.

　　She herself didn't know how to survive in such a strange world.

　　But she didn't ask for help.

　　Because she has her pride.

　　The former head teacher didn't wait for her to speak, and said first: "Come back to Qingyun with me."

　　"..."

　　"When you grow up, it shouldn't be difficult for you to shelter a Qingyunmen, right?"

　　"……it is good!"

　　From that day onwards, Shen Xiao, Wu Yue and others had an extra cute little junior sister.

　　Not long after, the former headmaster passed away.

　　Qingyunmen has a lazy head who is drunk and wine.

　　When she sleeps and gets drunk in the world, more than two hundred years have passed.

　　She doesn't ask about world affairs, and she doesn't practice much. She has no name on the Wordless Book of Heaven and Primordial Spirit List, and was once ridiculed as the shame of Qingyun.

　　"who am I?"

　　Wang Shu asked indifferently.

　　The tender and delicate face was covered with a veil-like moonlight, which seemed so mysterious.

　　She raised her head and took a sip of wine.

　　He was clearly looking up at Ye Zhiqiu's tall figure, but it seemed like he was looking down at an ant.

　　The disgust on his face was serious and helpless.

　　Although the spiritual transformation practitioners are indeed ants to her, they are rather special ants.

　　Because this ant can fly...

　　Her cultivation base has already reached the upper limit, which is comparable to the Mahayana realm in this world, and is much stronger than ordinary scattered immortals.

　　But that's just the realm.

　　It does not mean that the powerhouse of the Mahayana Transcends Tribulation Realm can easily kill the God Transformation Realm.

　　When they reach the spirit transformation, the cultivator will gradually comprehend the space.

　　Basically, they will spontaneously learn to teleport, the magical means of moving the void.

　　Learning this means that it is not easy to die.

　　Even if Mahayana and Du Jie make their own shots, the powerhouse of the God Transformation Realm can run to the ends of the earth in a single thought.

　　It's easy to get hurt.

　　But to kill, it's a little harder.