2040 Jin Wang Shizi

Several people saw that Lei Huang's intention had been resolved, and they no longer advised.

What's more, whether it is the funeral Yexian or Feng Ziyi's heart, it is clear that Lei Huang can only have a vitality if he leaves the realm of Shen Xiaoxian.

If you stay here, you will die!

Although Lei Huang had made up his mind, he did not leave immediately.

He just quietly looked at the funeral night fairy, the wind purple clothes, reluctantly.

He and Fengzi have only just recognized each other. If it is not for the situation, why would he relentlessly leave?

Funeral Night Zhenxian said: "I didn't expect that we are separated by more than 400,000 years, and just reunited, we have to separate again. You can rest assured, I will strive for a few more years to help you take care of some purple clothes.

"Good brother, thank you."

Lei Huang nodded.

Funeral Ye Zhenxian took out an altar of spirits from the storage bag, patted the mud seal, and prepared to pour a few bowls to say goodbye to Lei Huang.

"Drinking with a bowl is too preposterous."

With a big wave of Lei Huang, he said, "Take out four altars, and each of us four will be happy!"

"Row!"

Funeral Night Zhenxian said, "Except for you, in the future, no one will drink with me."

While talking, he scooped out three altar spirits and distributed them to Su Zimo and Feng Ziyi.

"Come, Brother Su!"

Lei Huang looked at Su Zimo, raised the jar, and said loudly.

"Senior Thunder King ..."

Su Zimo quickly picked up the altar, and Lei Huang's face was stern, and he said, "Brother Su, what kind of predecessor is it? It's too far-fetched! You and I have a passion for each other and have similar temperaments, just call me Big Brother!"

"How can this ..."

Su Zimo quickly resigned.

Regardless of whether it is in the world of heaven, the upper world, or the state of cultivation, no matter how you count, Lei Huang is his predecessor.

Feng Ziyi also frowned.

If Su Zimo had an argument with Lei Huang's peers, wouldn't she just bow her head for nothing.

Lei Huang laughed and patted Su Zimo's shoulder, and said, "The rules of the generations are shit, and I don't even look at Feng Cantian."

"If it is to my appetite, I will intersect it. If it is not pleasing to the eye, then what is the Emperor!"

"Brother Su, if you don't dislike it, drink this altar!"

Su Zimo listened to Lei Huang's arrogance, his heart swelled, his blood surged up, and he said loudly, "Okay, Brother Feng, I respect you!"

The funeral Ye Zhenxian and Feng Ziyi also raised the wine jar.

The four of them collided with each other, making a crisp noise and looking up.

All four knew in their hearts that after this spirit of alcohol, everyone would leave.

The sky is vast, the future is bright, and the crisis is endless. The four of them may not have a chance to see each other in the future.

The four did not rest until they drank the liquor.

Normally, with Su Zimo's cultivation, ordinary drinks will not make him feel drunk at all.

But after drinking this hard liquor, Su Zimo actually felt that his cheeks were slightly red, and his head was dizzy.

The wind purple dress on the side was already somewhat unsupportable, the cheeks were flushed and crumbling.

"Hahahaha!"

Lei Huang laughed loudly and praised Su Zimo: "It is not drunk to drink this altar wine, it is indeed the blood of Qinglian!"

You know, the spirits collected in the funeral night Zhenxian are not unusual drinks.

This kind of wine, even if their cultivation is drunk, they will feel a little stingy.

"Brother Su."

Lei Huang patted Su Zimo's shoulder heavily, and said with a smile: "We can talk about it in the same generation, but you can't take advantage of my granddaughter. There is still a difference between you."

Su Zimo always felt that there was something in Lei Huang's words, and there seemed to be some deep meaning in his eyes.

But he was a little dizzy and couldn't think too much. He just said subconsciously, "That's natural."

"gone."

Lei Huang took a deep breath, his eyes restored to clarity, standing on the top of the mountain, looking back at the river and mountains under his feet, and condensing: "One day, I will step on this land bright and windy!"

After all, Lei Huang flickered with a thunder, and flew away, disappearing at the end of the sky in an instant.

Su Zimo was standing on the top of the mountain, and Qinglian's blood was constantly surging. He was awakened by the breeze on the top of the mountain.

"what's your plan?"

Funeral Zhenxian asked: "Will you come with us?"

Su Zimo thought about it and shook his head: "Forget it, in the past year or so, I have experienced too much. I am looking for a place to retreat."

"That's fine."

Funeral Ye Zhenxian nodded, and exhorted: "You need to be careful not to reveal your identity. In addition, your dignity, try not to use it in the future."

"Thank you for reminding me."

Thank you Su Zimo.

Funeral Night Fairy handed over a two-finger wide black token with a dagger encircled by lightning.

"This is a token. If you see the same sign somewhere, you can find people in the night."

Su Zimo took the token and thanks again.

Funeral Night Zhenxian nodded, holding the wind purple clothes still drunk, and gradually disappeared into the void.

Su Zimo didn't stay on the top of the mountain either.

...

In the midst of the Dragon Mountain, a huge gap suddenly opened, revealing the dark tunnel inside.

A figure walked out step by step, with one hand behind him, looking calm, raising his hands and throwing his feet, showing a royal family spirit.

Those eyes, like gems in the deep sea, are deep and mysterious.

King Jinshizi, King Anshi!

Jin Wang Shizi came to the sky above Longteng Mountains and looked at the ruined battlefield of his subordinates. The body of the naked man looked cold.

"Yuanzuo, Jingyue."

Jin Wang Shizi suddenly opened his mouth and asked quietly, "Are you still alive?"

Jin Wang Shizi's voice is not loud, but it can stretch endlessly and spread for thousands of miles.

Both King Motosa Jun and Jingyue Zhenxian who fled were trembling, and at the same time, in their minds, they heard rumors of Jin Wang Shizi!

hiss!

Thousands of miles of sound!

The two trembled, hesitated, and quickly turned around and headed towards Longteng Mountain.

It didn't take long for the two to reach the mountains.

At the same time, on the other side of the air, a space tunnel was opened, and the King of Heavenly Punishment looked cold and cold, and came out aggressively.

"What about people?"

Shen Shengwang asked.

"What about people?"

King Jin Shizi was expressionless and could not see his emotions, but just looked at King Yuan Zuojun and Jingyue Zhenxian and asked softly.

Motosuke-gun and Jingyue Zhenxian could not bear the pressure, and made a plop and knelt down.

"Brother, brother atonement."

In front of the others, Yuan Zuojun can show his strength and strength, but in front of Jin Shishi, he looks like a child.

Motosuke-gun knows the means of this big brother!

"I had already calculated everything and could definitely suppress Feng Cantian, but who knows, a Su Zimo came up ..."

Before Genzo King explained it, he was interrupted by King Jin.

"What about people?"

Jin Wang Shizi said only two words, his voice became softer.

At this moment, King Motosa-gun's cold sweats came out!

(End of this chapter)