There are two things in the world that deserve eternal respect, one is the vast starry sky, and the other is your own heart.

The starry sky is cold and dark, and mortals cannot survive. Only practitioners who have reached the holy realm can fly in the sky, travel through it, and travel through the stars, secret realms, and ruins.

In the darkness, an old yellow cow was walking in the void, and a thin Taoist priest sat on his back.

The Taoist priest looked in his fifties, with tall cheekbones and narrow eyes, giving people a sense of ruthlessness. The black hair on his head was fixed by a snake-patterned iron hairpin with some silver thread, which was a trace of time that had been through vicissitudes of life.

He carried a sword on his back, but the sword was wrapped in a black cloth.

He was holding a sword in his hand, but this sword was no different from a stone, and it was extremely rough. He regarded it as a treasure, clasped his hands tightly, and closed his eyes to see something.

The old yellow cow stepped on the void with four hooves, and his speed was extremely fast, and every step was thousands of miles.

"Since the "Written-free Sword Book" has fallen into your hands, let me understand it, right? When I step into the divine realm, you will pass on me a divine sword, so that I can immediately become a strong man in the divine realm." The old yellow cow spoke and spit out someone's words.

The slimming Taoist priest on the cow's back closed his eyes leisurely and said, "With your talent, even if you practice swordsmanship, you will not do anything."

The old bull stopped, and a dissatisfied look appeared in the eyes of a bull with big fists, and said, "What's wrong with my talent? Is it because the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm is not strong enough, or is it because the Tianhe Divine Fist is not refined enough? When can Eye Da and Eye Er beat me?"

The slimming Taoist said, "You have received my initiation and directly raised your cultivation with the holy energy of heaven and earth. The realm has always been ahead of them, so you can defeat them. In the same realm, it is not easy for you to win any of them."

"Go away!"

The old yellow cow raised his head, his nostrils facing the sky, and said stubbornly: "Don't leave! If you don't say it clearly today, I won't leave! My talent is not high, how high is it to be considered high?"

Two tubes of white air spurted out from the nostrils.

The slimming Taoist priest opened his narrow eyes and frowned and said, "I was in the Hundred Shackle Realm, and I was able to practice into the divine step. You are at the peak of the demigod, but you have not yet practiced successfully. Is this considered a talent?"

"You are the space controller, and I am not." said the old yellow cow.

The slimming Taoist priest said, "Just because of this little thing, you want to argue with me again? If I had known it, I wouldn't have let you out."

"It's not just because of this little thing. I have tolerated you for a long time! You have to defeat Eddie and Eddie, but you are unwilling to convey my true skills. You said, if you don't let me practice sword, how can I inherit your magic sword in the future?" said the old yellow cow.

The slimming Taoist priest was stunned and said, "Your heart is quite big, and you still want to inherit my magic sword?"

"You didn't give me one, either!" said the old yellow cow.

"Do you still want the magic pill?"

"I am your disciple. You don't give it to me, but you give it to others. When I say this, I get angry. I regard you as my master, but you regard me as my mount. How unfair is this?" said the old yellow cow.

The slimming Taoist priest was so angry that he was getting more and more mischievous.

He jumped off the back of the cow, slapped it on the horn, and said, "If it weren't for me, you would have been slaughtered by the butcher long ago and turned into beef bone soup in the pot."

"Nonsense! It's clear that I'm talented and I stepped on the butcher to death. This is what you said, don't deny it! I remember it's true." The old ox's face was very long, and he looked very disliked when he looked at the slimming face.

The slimming Taoist priest was so angry that his intestines were knotted. His index finger pointed at the old yellow ox for a long time and said fiercely: "Sooner or later, I will stew you!"

"Stew it, just stew it, just like someone is scared." said the old yellow cow.

"If I had known it, I wouldn't have taught you to practice. You evil beast."

"Look, I just said, you didn't treat me as a disciple! Teaching me to practice is to let me deal with Goose Big Eye Er. Do you have any emotional investment in me? I have no intention of teaching at all. The most fundamental reason why I can defeat Goose Big Eye Er is that I work hard enough."

"I have to devote my feelings to you?"

"Of course! The cow also has feelings. I have devoted my feelings to you, regard you as a teacher and a father, but you just treat me as a tool cow. Is this fair? This is unfair!"

...

A cow argues in the starry sky.

The old yellow cow is very stubborn and always thinks that the face-slimming Taoist priest just treats it as a tool cow, hides it with it, and is not sincere enough, so he is very dissatisfied and stops in place and refuses to move forward.

However, the face-slimming Taoist priest believed that with its qualifications, he was not qualified to be his disciple.

Besides, in terms of love, we must pay attention to our feelings and we cannot force it.

The face-slimming Taoist lost his patience and said, "In short, if you cannot reach the level of the Yuanhui level representative, I will not admit that you are my disciple. Uh, it seems that you have to throw you into the starry battlefield and hone your skills so that you can recognize yourself."

The old yellow cow looked like he was not afraid of boiling water and said, "Go and go. I have long wanted to kill all the people and directly declare to the public that I am your disciple. As long as you gain reputation, it will be useless even if you don't admit it..."

"Shh! Don't talk."

The slimming Taoist priest noticed something, looked at a certain direction in the universe, and a layer of truth light like star fog appeared on his pupils.

Seeing that he looked very serious, the old yellow niu didn't dare to disturb him, and asked whispered: "What's wrong?"

"What a heavy corpse gas! How could this happen? This is behind the starry sky defense line. Is there a large army of corpse tribe quietly passing through the defense line? Let's go and take a look."

The slimming Taoist priest put away the stone sword and jumped onto the back of the old ox.

The old yellow cow said: "Okay, the important thing is important! We will exist here temporarily for the time being. Next time we have time, we will argue. I won't be a tool cow!"

Millions of miles away from here, gray corpse gas filled the starry sky.

The corpse energy is cold and cold, as vast as the ocean, spreading outward. Thousands of rotten corpses flew among them, besieging a group of human monks wearing Taoist robes.

These human monks have very high cultivation levels and have all reached the realm of the Great Saint. However, the number of corpse tribes is thousands of times that of theirs, like endless. From time to time, monks are injured or even fallen.

"ah……"

A scream rang out.

A great saint of the Immortal Realm was dug through the chest by a corpse tribe with black hair and her heart was pulled out.

In an instant, the great sage's body turned black and turned into pus and blood.

Feng Qianshu, who has the highest cultivation level, changed his face when he saw this scene and shouted: "It's Yin Shang's corpse poison. Be careful. Once the corpse poison enters the body, the gods will not be able to save it."

But it's too late!

Many great sages of the Wind Clan have been injured and corpse poison has entered their bodies.

However, it is not as serious as the Great Sage just now, so it can barely support it with its profound cultivation. However, the blood vessels under the skin have turned black and their combat power has been greatly affected.

"There are too many corpse tribes and I can't kill them at all. Why don't I explode the holy source and open a way for you?" A middle-aged Taoist nun has a strong personality and wants to burn both jade and stone.

Feng Qianshu looked down at the Qiankun Space Bag wrapped around his waist, untied it, swallowed it directly into his belly, and said, "Don't be impulsive, I have sent a message to Feng Xi Zhen Shen, she will be able to come and pick us up soon. Support it for a while!"

"Damn it, how did the Corpse Clan army bypass the starry sky defense line? Aren't they afraid of coming and going?" A great saint of the Wind Clan said angrily while slashing his sword.

Someone exclaimed: "Not good! There is also Yin Shang corpse poison in the corpse qi, which can penetrate the holy energy of protecting the body and invade the body. I feel that my blood is being corrupted and weaker."

There were more than 30 great saints of the Wind Clan present. They all became panicked when they looked at their gray-black skin.

Thinking that I would soon turn into pus and blood, and thinking that I might turn into a rotten corpse, no one can stay calm.

"Fight with them!"

"Even if you die, you will still need to bury these corpse tribes."

The middle-aged Taoist nun with a cultivation level of hundreds of shackles burned blood in her body, turning into a dazzling light, and rushed into the corpse group.

"don't want!"

"Yuan Qing!"

...

The great saints of the Feng Clan were all covered in bloodshot eyes and were full of resentment.

Even though they have been fighting in the starry battlefield for many years and have been accustomed to life and death, they still cannot control their emotions.

It takes a lot of courage to self-destruct the holy source.

"Bang!"

A feather-shaped lightning cut through the corpse gas, connecting thousands of miles to hit the middle-aged Taoist nun flying out.

Before she could explode her body, her body and the holy source were shattered, and her body exploded in the corpse gas and turned into sparks.

A low voice sounded in the gray corpse gas: "I still want to explode the holy source? You all have to die today, and no one can escape."

The great saints of the Wind Clan were all shocked, looking at the middle-aged Taoist nun like petrified, unable to accept this result. He could not even self-destruct the holy source?

A desperate feeling spread.

"Fight, fight!"

The great saints of the Wind Clan were angry and their revenge surged. The holy blood in their bodies burned and rushed into the corpse gas desperately.

Feng Qianshu also wanted to rush out, but was stopped by the two great saints of Qianwen Realm.

One of the great saints of Qianwen Realm said, "Don't forget that you have more important things to do. We can all die, you can't. You have to hand over the things to the true god with your own hands."

"kill!"

The two great saints of Qianwen Realm flew out, and their life span and holy blood burned at the same time. The holy technique was used, and the corpse clan monks fell in pieces and turned into broken corpses and bones.

However, the great sage of the Feng Clan also continued to fall in front of Feng Qianshu.

Even though Feng Qianshu had iron blood and ruthless, tears were still falling from his eyes at this moment, a long roar came out of his mouth, lifted up a heavy sword, and rushed towards the corpse army, wanting to break through.

"Moo!"

A shocking cow cries sounded at the same time as the roar of Feng Qianshu.

Above the rolling corpse gas, a cow's hooves as thick as a mountain fell down, trampling all the four great saints of the corpse tribe who intercepted the Feng Qianshu and exploded, turning them into four balls of rotten blood.

Feng Qianshu was also shocked by the energy burst out from the cow's hooves.
Chapter completed!