Dao: Journey to the Top of the Universe

"Wen Daozi, Daoyou, came here in accordance with the agreement with the elders, and will certainly help the Daoyou to win the final victory. (August? > W].) C] O] M>"

The lonely Taoist looks very beautiful, but a pair of eyes through the vicissitudes, full of wisdom, at the moment faintly spoke, quite a master style.

Wen Daozi chuckled his hand and said, "In the second war, some friends from Lao Dao took the shot. This case was thanked in advance."

"You do n’t have to be polite about the matter," said the lonely Taoist, turning to look at Li Yongtian, hesitating slightly, arching his hand: "Tiantian Dayou, today ’s affairs are absolutely unreasonable, please do n’t blame Taoists."

"If Daoyou listens to me, it is better to admit defeat immediately, and may ask Wen Daozi Daoyou to intercede for you Wan Mozong to protect your foundation."

Li Yantian's face was sinking like water, and his eyes were full of anger, but he did not reveal it after all. At this moment, anger cannot solve the problem.

"Why do lonely friends say so much? Today's situation only complains to me that Li Zhitian knows no one and cannot complain to others."

"It's just that I'm curious. You and I have been in a relationship for more than two hundred years. My Wan Mo Zong and your Ji Mo De Hall belong to the Demon Gate and are close to each other. Why do Daoyou make a difference today, and even help Zi Xiao Zong."

"I don't know the lonely friend, may I be confused?"

The lonely Taoist heard silence, and then arched his hand. "This is the end of the matter, and I don't want to say a word. If you believe in defeat, there will still be room for discussion. Otherwise, this case will never show mercy."

"This matter, Ji Tiandao friends think twice."

Words fizzle, the body's breath is obscure, and there is a hint of Mori cold breath.

Li Yantian sneered, "Admit defeat? Why do lonely Taoists say so, really thinking that the child is inferior?"

"If this case really admits defeat and protects me from the magic of the demon, your two cases are not afraid of the old man seeking revenge in the future, and will uproot you to wait for the case."

"As for today's battle, even if I fight to the last person, I will never give up. You have to wait and say more."

The lonely Taoist heard a slight change in his expression, and then became gloomy. He sighed coldly: "Since this, the friends of Tiantian Dao are ignorant of their past friendship and are ruthless."

"My Ji Demon Temple and the Zixiao Sect form an alliance, and this second battle will be fought by this Sect. I don't know who the Tiantian friends want to send to fight me?"

The lonely sneer sneered, his voice agitated.

Li Yantian was silent, and the lonely Taoist cultivation was profound. He knew in his heart that even compared with him, he was still in the middle of the middle.

Although Wan Mozong was strong, in addition to him, a monk in the late Yuanying period barely reached it, but this man was definitely not a lonely Taoist opponent, and rushed to kill him.

"This second war is still fought by this sect."

Li Yantian's eyes flashed fiercely. Although his strength is now greatly damaged, in Wanzongzong, only other people can stalemate with the lonely Taoist for a while, but in the end, they still cannot escape.

Even if you fight desperately and let go, the hope of winning is still slim.

But even so, Li Yantian will not give up! ,

Demon tyrants are unrestrained, and even if they die, they do not hold hands.

The situation reversed, and monk Wan Mozong was secretly angry, and then a little horrified.

If Zongmen loses, they will be extremely miserable in the end.

Li Xiaoyi's face was pale, and her eyes were panic-stricken. She already knew that the cooperation between Wan Mozong and Ji Mo Dian was so confident that today's situation could not pose a threat to Wan Mozong. But at this moment, she could not help but worry.

Li Yantian has already been hit hard, and he must fight very hard. It must be extremely dangerous.

Since Li Xiaoyi was born, she has been the great lady of Wan Mozong. Everyone cares for her, and she never knows what to worry about.

Because the father is there, no danger will come to her.

But at this moment, Li Yantian went into battle with an injury, and it is very likely that he would fall to the scene. Such a change of life made Li Xiaoyi be confused.

But at this moment, from within the 10,000 Devil Mountains, a horrifying weather burst into the sky, plunging into the sky, agitating the discoloration of the storm, causing countless monks to turn around, revealing endless horror.

An old man appeared in vain. He looked about 50 years old, tall and ruddy, and his silver wire moved with the wind.

Taking a step forward, the figure suddenly disappeared, and then appeared again, already in front of Li Yitian.

Teleport.

Countless monks stared at the old man's eyes, and instantly became extremely awed.

This person is actually a non-falling realm!

"Too elder." Li Yantian looked slightly surprised when he saw the visitors, and then respectfully saluted.

"Confused, with your injuries now, if you fight this monk monk again, wouldn't you really kill yourself?"

"It should be noted that Qingshan is not afraid of no wood burning. You are arrogant and arrogant. Although you are a good person to cultivate magic, you also need to know that there is always a loss to be tough."

The old man spoke without hesitation.

Li Yongtian nodded, respectfully said yes.

The old man turned, his eyes fell on the lonely Taoist, his frown slightly, and said lightly: "Old man Shuizi, the old ancestor of the Extreme Demon Temple was a life-changing friend."

"You and I have always been in harmony, but this situation today is really unexpected to my husband."

A tone of indifference is indifferent.

The lonely Taoist's clothes were soaked by cold sweat instantly. Under the gaze of this ink painting, this man's mind was under heavy pressure and he wanted to collapse.

"Shuimozi Daoyou also asks for your own respect. If Daoyou intervenes in this matter, the old man will never stand idly by."

The voice did not fall, a figure of a black robe monk suddenly appeared in the field, the obscure breath was scattered from his body, and the robe sleeve waved, blocking the ink ink sublimely.

An understatement is enough to show the identity of the coming person-don't fall into a monk!

This person is the predecessor of Zixiao Zongmu.

Shu Mozi frowned, his eyes flashing with fear, "Mu Daoyou, I do n’t want to be driven by others, please forgive me."

"I don't know if it was so uncovered today. The old man is grateful."

The monk in the black robe laughed and said, "Wan" sneered, "Wan Mozong did not want to, but the other gates were scrambling for want."

"Today's affairs are a foregone conclusion. Since we do not return, we can only cut it out and support the obedient forces."

"Of course, if the ink and ink Taoist friends change their minds, things will not be unturned."

Shu Mozi was silent, his brows frowned, and the atmosphere was extremely rigid for a moment.

"Too elder, how can I be a walking dog under the feet of others. Even if Li Yantian died in battle today, he will never be allowed to live, otherwise I will wait to see the ancestor in future."

Li Yantian opened his mouth and cut his nails, leaving no room for turning.

The monk in a black robe turned abruptly, and two cold eyes fell on the man, "OK! OK!"

"Sure enough, it's very strong. In this case, the old man no longer wastes his tongue!"

"Lonely Taoist, in the second war you shot with all your strength, there is no need to worry about it, there is no one here who dares to treat you!"

Having said that, he paused slightly and said in a cold tone, "Shui Mo Zi Dao You, in today's battle, you and I have reached an agreement, and we must never sell."

"If Daoyou intervenes, don't blame the old man for tearing up the agreement and destroying your million monsters!"

Shui Mozi's face became extremely ugly when he heard his words, and his eyes became completely gloomy.

The lonely Taoist saluted politely, got up, and said coldly: "In this case, Wan Mozong also invited a monk to send a monk to fight this sect!"

Shui Mo Zi can't shoot, no one in Wan Mo Zong is his opponent!

This lonely Taoist is full of confidence!

Li Zhitian was silent. Except for him, Wan Mozong had no monk to rival the lonely Taoist.

"Do you really want to admit defeat today?"

The monks of Wan Mozong were all silent, unwilling in his heart, but helpless.

Li Xiaoyi's eyes were red, and his hands were twisted together. Today Wan Mozong lost, and I am afraid he will inevitably end up in the future. Thinking of this, the little girl was even more flustered.

Xiao Chen looked in his eyes, shook his head slightly, and chuckled, "Li Xiaoyi, how many years have you known me?"

Li Xiaoyi raised his eyes, but he didn't know why, but still subconsciously answered, "Seven years."

Xiao Chen nodded, "But you remember, when you were taken away by Mo Yan and Mo Lao's predecessors, you gave Xiao Chen an identity jade, and you didn't take me into your eyes because of your identity."

"From that day on, Xiao Chen thought of you as a friend."

"In my life, I don't have many friends, but I see you as one of them."

"So Xiao Chen is here today, and no one will be allowed to hurt you in the slightest."

Li Xiaoyi was bewildered, Xiao Chen suddenly said, what he meant to express.

Xiao Chen smiled slightly, reached out and pointed, pointed at the lonely Taoist, and laughed: "This person, let me handle it."

"You are here, wait for me to cook this person, and I will return."

Taking a step forward, walking in the void, his eyes calm, although there is no trace of breath revealing, he has his own style and pervaded the space.