In the Middle Land world, outside the sky, the most violent and raging place in the vital energy and wind.

Here, the turbidity of heaven and earth is almost a recurrence of the chaotic scene before the heaven and earth are opened. Even the natal witch treasure forged by the powerful witch emperor will gradually be ground into pieces by the wind. Ordinary creatures, even if they have the ability to cross the void, will never dare to approach this raging eye of the wind.

In the dark and dark eyes, a little clear air circling around, and a handful of light green Ruyi floated on the clear air. A very thin clear light in the middle of Ruyi's cloud head rushed hundreds of feet high. The top of the clear light bloomed and turned into a ball of Ganoderma-shaped cloud holding a small cushion.

On the cushion, a young man in red robe sat cross-legged on his face, with a clear sneer on his lips, and looked at the two peaks facing each other far away in the gale. He held his hands in front of his chest, and his clear air rolled around his body. There was an infinite amount of purple air rising up at the edge of the clear air, and it turned into a huge purple flame dome thousands of miles around him.

The strange light shines on the purple flame dome condensed by purple air. Every ray of light flashes, as if there are endless changes in the universe and the earth, mysterious and mysterious, exuding an inexplicable ancient aura.

The young man in red robe was extremely handsome. Compared with Zhurong, who is also famous for his handsomeness, he did not have the unique evil and charming feeling of Zhurong, but he had a hint of majesty and dignity that was as high as the faraway place of heaven and earth.

Seeing Zhu Tu appear to challenge the human witch king, the young man in red robe laughed, took out a purple gourd and shook it, pulled out the gourd stopper and drank two sips of the strong and elegant wine.

After drinking two sips, the wine gourd could not be poured out of the wine gourd. The young man in red robe couldn't help but frowned and cursed in a low voice: "The eldest brother is too lazy. Over the years, he has only brewed such a little wine. He has refined elixirs all day and has never accepted his disciples. The elixirs he refined will be broken."

"If you have the time to refine elixirs, it is better to brew more good wine of 30,000 to 50,000 gourds. This is the serious thing." After shaking the empty gourd, the young red robe sighed and threw the gourd casually. A finger wind hit the wind, and a loud and sharp sword sound came from the finger wind. The purple gourd exploded into a ball of shattered shattering, and the debris quickly disintegrated, turning into a large innate mist and the air of creation drifted all over the world.

He reached into his sleeve and took out a purple gourd. He was about to pull out the wine plug and drink it. The young man in red robe suddenly sighed and slowly stuffed the gourd back into his sleeve: "No more, not much, save a little, save a little. Well, I wonder if my Abao disciple went to the Southern Wilderness to rob a few nests of monkeys and get me a few tanks of monkey wine back?"

The palm gently patted his knees. The young red robe laughed and said, "I was worried about the ancestors who taught those monkey heads to make wine. The way of heaven is so great, I spent so much effort. Should they pass on the secret method of making wine? Then there will be good wine to drink."

Thinking of the pride, the young man in red robe took out the purple gourd, pulled out the gourd plug, drank three big mouthfuls with pleasure, then twitched his handsome face, and shook the wine gourd in great pain: "Oh, there are three more missing. Senior brother is so lazy. Why don't you brew a few more tanks of good wine?"

After whispering a few words, the young man in red robe flipped his palm and slowly pulled out a long sword from his sleeve, and gestured towards the depths of the gale wind in the distance.

He hesitated for a while. The young man in red robe whispered to himself: "Do not chop or not? With one sword, his head falls to the ground and the world will be purified. Just bullying the small by bullying the small, and if this is said to be... I don't care about the things like skin, but the elder brother and the second brother are very shameless."

After hesitating for a while, the young man in red sighed and reluctantly stuffed the sword back into his sleeve. He sighed and drank three sips of fine wine. Then he felt heartache, a burst of self-moaning and self-repentance, and a burst of complaints and curses towards the senior brother.

Just now, the direction in which the young man in red robe was gestured with his sword was less than three hundred miles away from the young man in red robe. In the depths of the strong wind, two young men wearing coarse cloth, long hair, barefoot, and straw ropes tied around their waists stood side by side. A faint white light was emitted from their bodies, and within a hundred feet of their bodies, the strong winds turned into the most docile puppies, flowing slowly by their side obediently.

The two of them drooped their faces, their eyes and mouths drooped, and they looked at the two peaks facing each other in the distance with a sad face. Suddenly one of them sighed quietly.

"Everyone is suffering... and suffering is also... Kumu is an extremely outstanding family member under my sect. I didn't expect that I was inexplicably killed, but I couldn't even figure out who the enemy was. Poor Kumu, but I didn't even have the chance to reincarnate."

"It's really painful... It's really painful... It's certainly a sad thing for the fall of my senior brother. I have a disciple named Kuquan here. I used to preach well and never cause trouble, but I was actually injured by the evil deed of Turtle Spirit."

"Turt Spirit? That disciple? That big turtle who has attained enlightenment?"

"It was her senior brother who knew that the disciple of that disciple was the most domineering, but Kuquan was also in a miserable life, so why did he provoke her?"

After a while of silence, the senior brother sighed: "Since that evil man has been around Puyang, we will avoid the edge of the situation these days. Senior brother has a good merit to do, and he still needs the help of his junior brother."

"Oh? Brother, what good merits do you have?"

The senior brother smiled with a frown, his whole face frowned, and said dryly: "There is a human tribe at the northern foot of Akasaka Mountain, with a territory of tens of thousands of miles and a population of hundreds of millions of people. In recent years, several disciples under the senior brother have preached there, but few believers."

"There are few believers, so they have not felt the pain of life. Senior brother, we should use great means to lead them into our door."

The senior brother nodded solemnly and said with great compassion: "So, please help my disciples and help them, and lead a large army of aliens to their territory. Some people who hate our doctrines will have to let those aliens save them."

"Senior brother is merciful, this is exactly what it should be. It is best for us who practice hard to clean our hands and not stain blood."

The senior brother nodded slowly and waved his hand gently: "Only by letting them understand the extreme suffering of life, the great terror between life and death, and the great despair between reincarnation, can they..."

Not far away, the young man in red robe listened to the questions and answers of the two. At the end, the young man in red robe frowned, pulled out the long sword just now, and waved it gently. The invisible and colorless sword intent came across the sky. The two men's bodies suddenly stiffened, and then disappeared without a trace.

There was no trace left, as if these two people had never appeared in the world.

"Guanji" the young man in red robe cursed in a low voice: "I haven't figured out what the truth of the Great Way of Silence is, so I accepted a group of disciples who were scattering. These two bastards are really not things."
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