Erlang Shen Yang Jian, three-pointed and two-edged sword.

There is a strong force in every move, and in this heaven, he is playing with his own sword.

Domineering, strong, fierce.

I am the most godly general in heaven and the spear of heaven.

Kill everything and destroy everything, and the power is invincible.

Kill all those who are threatening the rule of heaven.

If I went to Shushan that day, I would definitely not let Buddhism return and kill all the so-called sword immortals.

But why...

Jade Emperor, you don’t let me go... You said that this is the responsibility of King Tota Li Tianwang.

The old guy who only knows how to control the pagoda, but if he loses the pagoda, he will do nothing.

Let him go, it's a failure...

It's defeat!

It is okay to defend the heavenly court, but he cannot.

But you said that this is destiny, this is the appearance of heaven, and this is destiny.

Destiny is destined...

hehe...

Erlang waved the three-pointed two-edged sword in his hand, and his movements were full of unparalleled power, tearing the mountains and rivers and shavings.

After waving, sit down.

After the power in the huge body was vented, he looked down at the clouds and said.

"Let's see if 'you' are qualified to take things from this broken heaven..."

...

It is far away from the southern sea.

A strong and two meters tall young man was practicing boxing. The tiger was full of wind, and there was a roar of a tiger in every move.

Looking closely, it was a human body and tiger skull.

Overall, it is like a tiger in the mountain, not like a human, but like a tiger!

The one who fought with him was a lion and tiger demon of the same size, taller, bigger, stronger and stronger than him.

"Wow!"

Bai Shanjun was punched by Wang Shihu. The shock of his fist power was unbearable. He took a few steps before he could stop.

"The adoptive father... is so powerful, much better than Uncle Dapeng and Uncle Baixiang."

"Now, you are not weak either."

Wang Shihu smiled and said, "Although Mingche's cultivation is powerful, what I teach you is always worse than what I teach you."

"After all, we are both monsters."

Bai Shanjun was also very happy. After coming here, his cultivation level improved by leaps and bounds.

It is not the martial arts of Jie Sect, but Wang Shihu does know how to teach.

They are both demons and cat families, and they have many common things in common.

In terms of fierceness, Bai Shanjun felt that Wang Shihu might be the best in the world.

Strong, brave and enthusiastic.

This is the way of fighting for Wang Shihu, and it is also the way of fighting for Bai Shanjun.

"The realm of cultivation is not equal to lethality...or rather, it is not completely equal to the point."

"Immortals, gods, and Buddhas are more like a state of understanding of nature and life."

"What you need is this state of death, but what you want to kill and harm."

"Do you know that in ancient times, Wei Zheng killed the Dragon King in his dream?"

"The realm of the Dragon King is 'God', but Wei Zheng is only 'Only'. Even with the protection of the emperor's dragon energy, he is 'Only', but he can dream of killing the Dragon King."

"Will, murderous aura, determination, skills."

Bai Shanjun heard that he was selfless, but Wang Shihu in front of him was punching a set of fists.

The extremely brave fist, one punch and one blow is like a blade.

Bai Shanjun also started playing.

Fist, martial arts.

"Let's take a break, practice also requires a combination of work and rest."

Wang Shihu smiled and threw a bottle of iced Coke to Baishanjun.

In the hot summer, Wang Shihu and Baishanjun sat on the bluestone.

"Did you miss your time on Mingche Zhenren Mountain?"

"Something." Bai Shanjun did not deny it. After swallowing the iced coke, he said: "I miss the days when I played games on the mountain, Ah Hei, and my friends, Miss Mei's secret hotpot, and the water that gushed out of the spiritual spring."

“It’s leisurely and beautiful.”

"Who hasn't experienced such a wonderful time..."

Wang Shihu looked into the distance, but his eyes were floating and distant.

It seems that I miss the beautiful years and the beautiful past.

At this time, Bai Shanjun looked at Wang Shihu.

The body is so majestic, with scars and an old body containing huge energy.

He is Wang Shihu, his adopted father.

A leader with strength.

The leader of the demons of the Jie Cult.

So old, but with such a great responsibility.

"Entertainment Father, why do you bear these responsibilities?" Bai Shanjun suddenly said.

After coming here, Wang Shihu accepted him as his adopted son.

Give him everything.

Basically, it is taught by the heirs.

Not only are the races similar, they are all transformed into the cat family, but also the causal entanglement between Baishanjun and Taixu Temple and the causality of Taoist sect...

For Wang Shihu, this seems to be too co-star.

At this time, Wang Shihu looked at Bai Shanjun and said.

"Do you think I have such responsibility and such belief because of what do you think?"

"The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility?"

"The inheritance of the will of the fathers?"

"Hey..."

Wang Shihu didn't admit it, but just pulled Bai Shanjun and said, "You follow me..."

The entire mountain here is full of monsters.

In the deep mountains and forests, demons hide here.

Deformed, undeformed.

All.

Some are practicing, some are thinking, and some are turning into prototypes to hunt for their own martial arts.

However, when.

Wang Shihu took Baishanjun with him.

When standing here.

These demons stopped their movements.

His eyes focused on Wang Shihu, and the mountains and forests were silent.

Bai Shanjun, who was standing next to him, felt an invisible pressure.

Those eyes focus and their silence.

Then, Wang Shihu said.
To be continued...