Chapter 451

"Zhao Wudi is really thoughtful." this man is Xu Xian. The statue just now was also created by him with the art of creation. This time, he used the ten thousand mile sea, which is the original art of the holy Kunpeng.

In the era when Tianting has not yet developed with the way of heaven, the demon family has the same profound heritage. There are many saints sitting in the town. The strength of the saints can be comparable to that of the emperor. The vast power is unstoppable. From beginning to end, Xu Xian will basically reveal his secret as long as he takes the shot. Fortunately, Zhao Wudi cherishes his life very much and handed over the magic weapon without testing it once.

It is no wonder that the majesty of Kunpeng saint is not said to be invincible Zhao. Even the Huanglong immortal outside dare not take his life to test.

The fox pretended to be the tiger's power. In fact, it was not easy. Xu Xian almost tried her best to control such power. If she was careless, she would be badly hurt.

Moreover, Zhao Wudi really had an extraordinary mind. If Xu Xian hadn't prepared many times, I'm afraid he would really reveal his stuffing. The sword Qi just existed in Xu Xian's body. The mystery of the sword meaning didn't know when Xu Xian came to him.

The power of that sword is extremely powerful, not weaker than anyone Xu Xian has ever seen.

It was the sword spirit that successfully beat back all Zhao Wudi's thoughts. Xu Xian went over and looked at the pipe.

This pipe is nine feet high, which is higher than most people. It's not good. Zhao Wudi took that one just now, which is almost like holding a chimney.

Xu Xian can't see the material of this thing, but in terms of hardness, it may not be weaker than the small stone, but the most important thing is the cut tobacco. There is still half a bag left. Xu Xian grabbed one and pondered it slowly. This thing

Extremely strong force, just with a strong poison!

If the poison is swallowed directly, even the dust will be paralyzed for a few days. After taking it through this pipe, almost 90% of the toxicity is eliminated, and the sequelae can be almost ignored.

If it's used as a mace, it's really cruel.

The moment Xu Xian touched the pipe, a flash of light flashed across the edge of the pipe. This is the soul mark!

Xu Xian immediately took out the sky net, and the sound of thunder sounded in an instant. The sky net was covered and directly shrouded, so that there was nowhere to escape.

"His grandmother's, I knew there was fraud. The soul mark on the pipe was naturally Zhao Wudi's and his last backhand. But before he could see the face in front of him, he was trapped by Tianwang.

"It's no use. I've written down your breath. I can find you wherever I dare to cheat grandpa Zhao!"

"Noisy."

As soon as Xu Xian waved her hand, a dark shadow roared out of the net. The strange bird shuttled through the net and killed it directly. What remained here was only a trace of Zhao Wudi's soul brand. Naturally, it was torn and swallowed by the strange bird.

Several floors apart, Zhao Wudi sat cross legged. At the moment, his face changed, he suddenly stood up and scolded: "what a despicable person. At the end of the world, only Zhao Wudi robbed others, and no one can steal my things."

He changed a pair of trousers and said, "Tianwang ancestors, the younger generation Zhao Wudi, was calculated by a bastard today. Please deduce this person's identity!"

Zhao Wudi obviously wouldn't say much about quality. His underpants suddenly lit up. Looking from a distance, he thought his crotch was haunted. Suddenly, Zhao Wudi looked strange.

According to the meaning of our ancestors, we can lock this person's breath, but this person's breath has just disappeared. There is no way to explore it.

This is really beyond Zhao Wudi's expectation. Skynet's lock Skynet is a treasure from ancient Tianting. It is said that it is compiled by a high-ranking immortal in ancient Tianting.

Left so far, the word "lock the sky net" can trap the way of locking the sky. It's easier to deduce a person's breath, but this person

What immortal Dharma have you practiced, or are you equipped with a treasure that is no less than Suo Tianwang to cover up your breath? Zhao Wudi thinks about it. There won't be many people who can have this treasure, and these people won't be so bored to pit him.

In Zhao Wudi's mind, he patted his thigh: "is it the little B cub of his grandmother?"

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Xu Xian has carried his pipe and waved it a few times. He feels really good. He doesn't worry about Zhao Wudi coming back to find him now. After zhetian.com is entangled again, don't say it's him. Even the real way of heaven can't find him.

The problem now is... Xu Xian looks at the road ahead. He can't move forward anymore. He is afraid that he can forcibly grab the fog beast with the sky net for his own use, so he simply won't let Xu Xian continue to participate.

Xu Xian was very sorry, but he thought of the pillow given by the old man. After turning for a moment, Xu Xian was really bored. Suddenly he remembered something and raised his feet out of the Tongtian tower.

Xu Xian's front foot had just left. In the Tongtian tower, the old man's eyes also came back. He had a panoramic view of everything just now.

"The ten thousand mile sea of Kunpeng Saint..." the old man continued to make tea and said slowly, "people have gone. Don't hide."

"Passing by." the man came out again and smiled at the old man.

"That pillow, with his soul power, can control?"

It was the old man who asked this. He didn't want to send the yellow beam pillow, but the smiling man in front of him.

"His character is somewhat similar to yours. I even doubt whether he is your fourth life."

The man continued to laugh and didn't answer.

The old man continued: "the third old man has lived for nearly ten thousand years in each life. On the longevity yuan, it is even longer than the great many emperors. You are still like this in thirty thousand years. Did you cut out the fourth life?"

The man drank tea himself, but his eyes turned on Xu Xian's back when he left the Tongtian Tower: "the same flower withered this year and reborn in the seed next year is still the original one."

"Flowers are not human, don't you know." the old man drank tea, stood up and pruned in the flower bed not far behind him: "since you don't want to say, I don't ask much at my age."

"His last name is Xu?"

The old man suddenly asked questions and then stared at the man.

"There are many surnamed Xu. What's the fuss?"

The man drank tea without fluctuation at all.

"There are many people surnamed Xu, but the blood of the Bai family. When did they have a different surname?"

"Now that you have seen it, why give him the pillow?" the man smiled.

"I only ask if the ancient Tianting is still there!"

The old man's tone gradually increased, but he asked himself more.

The man's smile also converged. After a moment, he drank the tea in his hand and said, "good tea."

After all, the man has disappeared here.

Just a seed was left on the seat.

The old man went to pick up the seeds.

Thousands of rivers and mountains look for a flower, the flower blooms and withers, and whether the seed is the flower.