Eighty bronze men ascended into the sky, all rushing towards this side. One of them was the most eye-catching and terrifying.

I saw the bronze man's face looked like a cow's head, with wings on the back, eight feet, three heads and six arms, and a copper head and iron forehead.

Every step he takes can make the earth tremble, and every roar of his can surpass the sky and the earth. This power is awe-inspiring.

Their target is naturally Jiang Xiaohe, and Jiang Xiaohe can also understand the emotions in his voice.

It's revenge.

They wanted to seek revenge on Jiang Xiaohe, the man who killed their compatriots, and tore Jiang Xiaohe's body with sharp blades and power.

At this time, Jiang Xiaohe had already lay down, and he felt that he had done what he could do to the extreme.

"It seems that if I'm going to replace my life with this kind of monster alone... it's not a loss."

Just as Jiang Xiaohe closed his eyes and waited for death, a voice sounded, as if he was teasing: "Mr. Jiang, if he just waited for death like this, it would not be considered a warrior's way."

Jiang Xiaohe suddenly opened his eyes, turned around and saw a Taoist in green and a man with a naked upper body and a bronze-colored skin.

Jiang Xiaohe was a little startled when he looked at this man, especially the man with bronze skin, who looked strong like a giant bronze man flying up.

"You are..."

"Yunmeng Fude Dao Miao Sui is a disciple of the throne." Yongma Fan said with a smile.

"Let's stop them."

Yongmafan picked up two axes and waited for the enemy from afar.

Wang Hailie looked into the distance, and his naked eyes were sharper than the high-power telescope. He said with his eyes narrowed.

"These things are not demons, junior brother, do you know?"

"I...I should know." At this moment, Yongma Fan pondered: "I...recovered some memories of being 'over there' at that time, remembered some things. The things in front of us were from Jiuli tribesmen. They were exiled to the Demon Realm that year, and even became residents of that Demon Realm earlier than the Demons."

"They are not demons, but living creatures..."

Wang Hailie looked into the distance and looked at the three-headed, six-armed cow-faced guy in the lead and said, "According to the legend, he is Chiyou."

"Well." Yongmafan said: "He is the main god of the Jiuli tribe, the legendary Chiyou."

Facing the name of this ancient evil god, Wang Hailie did not look afraid at all and said with a bright look of eyes.

"I'm already excited to fight against such an ancient evil god."

At this moment, a flash of spiritual light flashed in Wang Hailie's hand, and a spear appeared. The spear flashed with spiritual light, like a spiritual dragon.

"Isn't this thing from the Antique Investigation Bureau?" Jiang Xiaohe stared at the spear. He was impressed by this thing because the gun left him so deep.

‘The magic gun has a spirit, it cannot be used’

However, this spear was playing with Wang Hailie's hands.

"This is given by Director Yang Botang." Wang Hailie gently stroked the spear in his hand, and his expression was more like he was stroking his lover: "I don't know why, but I always feel that he has been a partner for a long time ago, and it is very easy to use."

At this time, the spear also emitted a faint light, as if responding to Wang Hailie's expectations.

Wang Hailie thought about magic and a five-colored divine cow was born under his crotch. Wang Hailie carried a golden spear and bullied him up.

Yongma Fan also picked up the axe and shouted loudly, looking extremely majestic. Chi You led his seventy-nine brothers to attack here, while the ordinary Jiuli tribesmen over there were screaming loudly to cheer for Chi You.

The roar is like a wave, the waves are endless, and it is extremely terrifying.

Chi You came to Wang Hailie and Yong Ma Fan. In Wang Hailie's words, this ancient god was much larger than he thought.

He looked at Wang Hailie and Yongmafan condescendingly, and then focused his eyes on Yongmafan.

"You are, the demon."

Chiyou's voice was terrifying and deafening.

"I am the demon, I am Yongmafan." Yongmafan raised his head and looked at Chiyou, grinned at the corner of his mouth, and said with a crazy smile: "So, let's fight."

"madness..."

The weapon in Chiyou's hand was raised, while Yong Mafan picked up the axe and followed.

Yongmafan and Wang Hailie faced this group of Jiuli people.

......

At this moment, on Longhu Mountain, in the pavilion, an old man and a young man were sitting in the pavilion playing chess.

On the chessboard, black and white Gemini fight each other.

"I used to think that the immortal used to play a bad chess to make fun of me, but now I think I know what's going on." Yichen looked at Li Yun in front of him with a joking look on his face and said, "So you are not good at chess skills."

"Hahaha, I have always been a bad guy, but you never believe me if I said that."

Li Yun smiled slightly and fell down Bai Zi.

Yichen's blackstone fell down tremblingly, revealing his thin one-handed hand.

He was so old that he even felt a little difficult to hold the chess piece.

Today, Longhu Mountain is surrounded by incense, prosperous and clear air, and he has done it, allowing Longhu Mountain to exist as a pure Taoist mountain.

And Yichen has gradually escaped from the halo of the person favored by the immortals over the years and became famous as a pure Taoist person.

The dust of Longhu Mountain is a contemporary celestial master.

Yichen fell into another son and said softly: "Supreme Immortal, why don't you take action yourself and let these younger generations go? Those demons are not easy people, are our ancestors of Longhu Mountain all died because of these demons."

“That’s true.”

Li Yun casually dropped a white piece, and ate a black piece with the chessboard.

"Then why don't you take action yourself?" Yichen stared at Li Yun and said. Unlike in the past, he dared to look directly at Li Yun and ask his doubts.

"Because this is fate, this is their fate, it is also the fate of mankind, and it is also... the fate of me."

Li Yun said softly.

"Fate..." Yichen seemed to be inexplicably moved: "Even immortals can't go against their own destiny? How sad and so... not free."

"Isn't even an immortal able to resist fate?"

Li Yun smiled but said nothing, and fell down with one hand.

All dust is lost.

This time it was a real chess game, and Li Yun also won real victory. With the chess skills and skills accumulated over the years, he won.

It is the victory of the immortal.

"I lost."

"This is the most fun thing about the chessboard. Fighting with people and the sky, there is endless fun."

Li Yun didn't say much, stood up, looked back at Yichen and nodded and smiled.

Yichen seemed to understand what Li Yun said, and he paused and smiled, as if he felt a sudden realization.

So that's it...

In the afternoon sun, Yichen smiled and closed his eyes under the pavilion.
Chapter completed!