Snowflakes fell on Dongdao's face, and Dongdao shook his head and smiled.

This was the first time he smelled snowflakes and felt their temperature.

It turns out that snowflakes are cold and have a fishy smell.

He raised his hand and wanted to lift the long sword in his hand, but unfortunately he lifted it up suddenly. The long sword seemed to weigh a thousand catties. The long sword that was originally commanded like an arm could not move him at all.

He slowly fell back, keeping his hands on him.

Dongdao slowly turned his head, a smile appeared on his face, and then the smile immediately solidified and became cold like snowflakes in winter.

He didn't know what to say, what to remind, or even whether to persuade him to leave.

The one who supported him was a naughty boy who never grew taller and looked like a child.

"Leave it to me." The voice was childish, but extremely firm.

Dong Dao, who was gradually getting older, suddenly felt a little ashamed. He neither wanted the blood demon to be born, nor did he want his good friend Xi Naughty to be involved in danger.

But in this world, how can there be a way to have both?

Dongdao was helped to sit by the wall, holding the long sword.

The name of the sword is Xianyun, which is a perfect match for his wild crane.

The pale-haired Dongdao didn't say much, just said: "Be careful."

The naughty boy grinned as usual, nodded, and walked forward.

His body was even smaller than Nan Zhai's, but at this moment, he looked extremely tall.

"He has survived four heavenly tribulations, and you have survived three." Nan Zhao's face showed a hint of confusion.

"You should have seen my strength just now. I don't know why you came to die." Nan Zhai's scythe tilted forward slightly, bursts of cold light flashed on the scythe, and there was even a trace of red on the blade.

That was Dong Dao's blood just now.

"He told me that in the Holy Dynasty, there was a weak person who was bullied. He didn't just let it go, even though he couldn't win anyway."

Nan Zhao suddenly felt that these two demon clans were not like demon clans. Although he knew that they were stalling for time, he still cooperated and asked: "What should he do?"

"He can report it to the official."

Xi Naughty Boy looked at Nan Zhai who looked puzzled, and then said: "Because more people will come out to help him uphold justice."

Nan Zhai's brows furrowed.

"The truly strong will use the freedom of the weak as a boundary, which is the best proof in a place with laws. Because the human race has this kind of consciousness, they can be united as one when they suffer. It is precisely because they have this

With this understanding, the people at the bottom will feel free to hand over their backs to those managers."

"I don't understand, what does this have to do with me." Nan Zhao said coldly.

The urchin raised his head, with a trace of desolation in his eyes, then looked straight at Nan Zhai and sighed.

"We monsters have always been predators of the weak, and your lineage of blood monsters is even more so. Once you take action, you will eradicate the roots and pluck out the feathers of the geese. If this continues, this world will not be able to sustain it for long."

"You don't know how to respect the weak, let alone respect the power of the weak."

Nan Zhao turned his head and glanced at Yuan Batian, only to see that Yuan Batian and others were just as confused as him. But when he looked at Lin Haotian, he found that Lin Haotian nodded frequently, as if he understood.

He suddenly became angry and snorted coldly.

“What power does the weak have?”

Nan Zhao doesn't understand and doesn't bother to understand.

When he asked this question, his body was already moving.

He didn't want to delay it any longer. Although the Emperor had a backup plan, it didn't stop him.

He has been hiding his strength just for today!

The sickle looked huge, but it was extremely flexible in his hands. Taking advantage of Dong Dao's mistakes, the West Urchin did not confront Nan Zhao head-on. Instead, he ran around Pengshan with two rings in his hands.

A huge sound was heard, and the body of Pengshan was gradually losing weight. Even Manager Gray and others who had been staying halfway up the mountain felt that Pengshan had been shaking.

Except when hitting the back mountain, only white marks will appear, and ice chips will scatter everywhere else.

One of them hid and the other chased, and soon the Pengshan Mountain was nearly a circle smaller than before.

Nan Zhao, who was holding the sickle, stopped. If he continued to entangle with him like this, something might really change.

Nan Zhao no longer hesitated, turned into a bat, and chased Xi Naughty Boy.

Nan Zhai, who turned into a bat, was much faster and taller. Seeing that he was about to be caught up, Xi Naughty boy immediately rose into the sky and headed towards the clouds.

"I have survived six heavenly tribulations, why are you afraid of you who have survived three heavenly tribulations?" Nanzhai's voice came from behind. The naughty boy turned around and saw that Nanzhai was behind him. As long as he held his hand,

Just stretch out and you can catch yourself.

He gritted his teeth, waved the dragon and phoenix ring in his hand, and rushed towards Nan Zhai.

At the same time, thunderclouds gathered above his head, and purple light flashed.

The naughty boy in the west knew that he was no match for Nan Zhao, so he planned to cause a catastrophe and perish together with Nan Zhao!

Nan Zhao grabbed the naughty boy and dug his claws deeply into his body. Instead of begging for mercy, the naughty boy laughed wildly and bit him.

With a flick of Nan Zhai's paw, the West Urchin fell from the sky and landed directly in front of Dong Dao.

At this time, there was no trace of a powerful person in Xi Wan Tong's body, and the thunder calamity in the sky also let him go, and instead headed towards Nan Jie.

The urchin climbed up from the pit covered in blood. His face was covered in blood. He looked more like a porcelain doll in a New Year painting than before.

He saw Dong Dao, grinned, propped himself up, leaving a long line of red on the snow, climbed to Dong Dao's side, and sat with Dong Dao.

"Fortunately, you are not dead yet, we can go on the road together."

The west naughty boy said with a grin. As he spoke, he looked up at the dark clouds in the sky and raised his head towards the east road, as if to show off.

"I hope they can come back!"

Dong Dao's energy was as smooth as a thread, and his hair and beard were all white at this time, like an octogenarian.

"Anyway, I tried my best."

The naughty boy sighed.

"By the way, what did the fortune teller say to you back then?"

The naughty boy asked next, he was a little curious.

"And you?"

The host asked rhetorically.

"He!" The naughty boy fell into memories.

Back then, he held a dragon and phoenix ring in front of a madman wearing a sleeve with stars embroidered on it.

"Tell me, can I surpass the old man above me in the future?"

The naughty boy pursed his lips and pointed at Pengshan.

"It has exceeded, but it has not exceeded."

"What do you mean?" The naughty boy refused to give up and put the dragon and phoenix ring around the lunatic's neck.

The lunatic didn't say anything. He could only ask another question: "If I die in the future, will many people remember me? And will my death be ugly?"

Maybe this question touched the madman. The madman's voice suddenly became more sad and gentle, as if coaxing a child and said: "Yes, many people will remember you. People who do great things are not ugly."

After the naughty boy finished speaking, he bent down and wiped away the snow on the ground. The ice surface was like a mirror, reflecting his appearance in it.

Looking at his bloodied face in the ice, he sighed and grinned: "That madman really didn't lie to me, I still look good."

A smile broke out with difficulty on Dong Dao's old face.

…

"Taoist, are you really not going to know your fate?" The young Taoist carrying a long sword was stopped by a madman in black robes.

Not long ago, my good friends were searching for this madman all over the world because they all said that this madman's prophecies were very accurate.

The young Taoist carrying a long sword took a sip of wine.

"Forget it, it's useless to know about things that can't be changed; what's the use of knowing about things that can be changed?"

The young Taoist passed by the madman in black robe.

"But if you get the lower lot, you will be more cautious, and if you get the upper lot, you will be happier." The madman in black robe did not look like a madman at this time.

The young Taoist waved his hand back and said, "Then there is no reason to know."

At that time, it was snowing heavily.

The madman stared at the Taoist's back without saying a word until the young Taoist's back disappeared into the wind and snow. After a long time, he murmured: "This kid has a bit of the demeanor of the Qinglian Sword Sect's surnamed Li back then."
Chapter completed!