"Dare to poke my chrysanthemum, Lao Tzu ate you!"

Yang Ling only heard a voice pass by his ears, and as soon as he turned around, he saw that the stick suddenly opened an incomparably huge mouth, and swallowed a flying sword seven or eight meters long with a whimper.

Yang Ling was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but twitch his face a few times.

The brave ** act of the stick has been far beyond his bearing.

After swallowing the flying sword, the stick closed its mouth tightly, and its body began to deform, and soon turned into an oval light egg more than ten meters high, with the red light constantly flickering, bursts of energy fluctuations erupted from the light egg.

"Boss, I can't bear it, give me Yuanneng ore~!"

The stick's anxious voice came from the bare egg.

Yang Ling didn't have time to think about it, so he turned over and took out a large handful of Yuan Energy Crystals and threw them out

The light egg shot out a few rays of light and quickly dragged the Yuan Energy Crystal in the air into the light egg, and then burst out with a more intense red light, a few minutes later, the light egg shook violently, and a sword light pierced the light egg, cutting a deep ditch dozens of meters long on the ground, which frightened Yang Ling a trembling, and his body shook and stood a few hundred meters away.

If he wanted to flee at this time, it was estimated that the flying sword would not be able to catch up with him even if he killed the stick, but he had a faint expectation.

"****, I'm going to die together~!"

There was a very aggrieved roar of the stick from the light egg, and then the light egg began to shrink violently, and a few seconds later, a gray egg fell to the ground with a "snap".

Barren mountains and mountains, lonely and cold, Yang Ling stood on the messy mountainside and couldn't help but shiver, he stared at the egg tightly, and after more than ten minutes, he slowly walked to the egg and kicked it with his foot.

Bones!

The gray egg rolled dozens of meters and fell into a pit before stopping.

"Stick~!, brother is sorry for you!"

Yang Lingbei came from it, holding the gray egg and wanting to cry without tears, the heroic stick avenged his chrysanthemum, it seems that this time it was really hanging.

Yang Ling stayed for a long time before throwing the gray egg into the small stone house of the system, and then walked in front of the big stone, he looked at the stone quietly, but his heart was ruthless: Now that there is no flying sword, Lao Tzu see how you can still block me!

He had a hand in his hand, and a small gray-white sword flew from a distance and landed in his hand.

"Give me a dead shot~!"

With his roar, a violent vitality rushed into Gou Chen's flying sword, and the flying sword spun in the air and slashed at the big stone.

A wave of energy erupted from the stone, resisting the flying sword.

Yang Ling's eyes flashed with a fierce momentum, this momentum became stronger and stronger, and the energy of the flying sword erupted more and more, in the continuous impact, a radius of thousands of meters was vibrating, and on the distant mountains, thick snow rolled down, and large pieces collapsed down, like a flood rushing to burst the embankment, converging into a roar like thousands of horses.

Somewhere in the Kunlun Mountains, which had been silent for a long time, a large area of avalanche occurred.

After three full days and three nights, Yang Ling, whose face was pale and his hair was scattered, had already exhausted his vitality at this time, but he was still chopping with his own body will, and with a sword split, his eyes were dark, and when he saw the surrounding environment clearly, he was so frightened that he couldn't help but take seven or eight steps back and sit on the ground.

This is a hall with brilliant lights, spacious and bright, a few poles of bamboo, a few bushes of orchid chrysanthemum, two plum trees, an ancient pine, a strange stone clear spring, Qionghua Turui, a few wisps of piano sound, as if coming from the sky, Ding Ding Dong Dong refreshing people's hearts.

Several pearls hang high all around, exuding a misty glow, illuminating the hall in detail.

Many men and women with high crowns and jade belts, with strange faces wearing ancient clothes, are sitting on both sides of the hall, and on the stone table are placed treasured spirit fruits, jade liquid elixir, one by one, or whiskers, or smiles, or listen, or drink, or talk, or whisper, all of them are incomprehensible fairy ways, incomprehensible mysteries.

In the center of the hall, three women in wide-sleeved colorful clothes, with skin better than snow and bright eyes, were dancing to the sound of music.

~!Did Lao Tzu cross over?

Suddenly, Yang Ling felt that what he saw in front of him was so unreal, if it was illusory, it seemed to be close in front of him, and it seemed to be hundreds of millions of years away from the light and shadow.

He sat on the ground and watched for a long time, but these people still went their own way, listening to songs and dancing, drinking and chatting, and they didn't seem to see that there was suddenly such a person as him in the hall.

"I ...... Is my sense of saving zài so low?"

Yang Ling looked at it for a long time and found that these people did not reveal any malicious intent, so he got up indignantly.

"Hey~!, big brother, do you see me?"

Yang Ling rushed to a stone table and asked loudly with a person who looked honest and dignified.

This person glanced back at him slightly, turned his head and still chatted with the person next to him, however, with such an understatement, Yang Ling felt that his internal organs were suddenly transparent, and even the bones and bloodlines were annihilated in an instant.

"Brother Ziyang, I heard that the Penglai Pavilion Zixia Fairy had a big battle with a master from across the realm in the extreme north a few months ago, how do you ?...... the details?"

Yang Ling stood beside him blankly, he had no memory of what others said, he felt that indescribable eyes at this time, as if imprinted into his soul, no matter how to reject it, it was there, not increasing or decreasing, looking at him indifferently, without any feelings.

"Hey~!, this beautiful sister, have you seen me?"

After a while, Yang Ling finally came back to his senses, but he didn't give up, he jumped to a table next to him, and asked a beautiful woman with a beautiful face and a graceful body.

The beauty just glanced at him lightly, her eyes were not as terrifying as just now, but they were still indifferent, as insignificant as autumn water, without a trace of fireworks, her hand was lightly opened, and a crystal transparent jade appeared in her hand.

"Reward you~!"

As soon as the beautiful woman's hand was released, the jade floated in front of him, and then she ignored him.

Do I look so like a beggar for food? Yang Ling couldn't laugh or cry, but look at the dirt all over his body, his clothes were dirty, and he was really no different from a beggar.

He grabbed the jade, said in his heart, don't be in vain, turned around and walked forward, and saw an old Taoist priest with a crane-haired face and a ruddy face who was drinking stuffy wine alone, so he jumped over vigorously.

"Uncle, uh, uncle, are you alone?"

The old man looked up at him sullenly, continued to drink his stuffy wine, and muttered in his mouth: "Senior Sister Xiaoxue, Senior Brother will definitely avenge you!"

You uncle! You melons, you have all seen me, you must have seen me, but why do you ignore me? Yang Ling jumped up angrily, but he didn't dare to pull the bench and lift the table, these people all seemed to be hidden outside the world, especially the first man, and his eyes had already frightened him. (To be continued.) )