Saint Son of Dayan, this is a heaven-defying evildoer. Even the successors of great religions are extremely dim in front of him.

At the beginning of the great era, he appeared out of nowhere, like a young emperor who suddenly descended on the northern border, bringing boundless consternation. No one could compete with him, and he was enough to be hailed as the Young Supreme.

Many monks of the older generation were unable to defeat him. He was so dazzling, like a shining god, walking towards Shanhe City, seeming to cause the earth and the earth to tremble, and his brilliance illuminated half of the sky.

"When Wang Daju became famous, he was competing with the Holy Son of Dayan."

In Shanhe City, all the monks were unable to remain calm, their hearts were in turmoil, and their muscles were almost weak. Speaking of Holy Son Dayan, he was definitely the most dazzling young creature in the great era.

He is like a living myth!

"I really want to see a real battle between Wang Daju and Holy Son Dayan. Who is the invincible creature among the younger generation?"

Many monks lamented that if there was such a battle, it would definitely shake the world and leave a mark in history.

The Holy Son flew across the sky, and the Holy Lady came into the world. They were extremely gorgeous, and their eyes were deep. They looked at the man walking towards them, and even further away, just a glance of light came, and the world would be shocked.

"It's coming, it's coming, everyone is coming, Shanhe City is no longer calm, the monsters are attacking, in the end, who can surpass his peers, break through the limits, and achieve sublimation."

Dao Qinghe was filled with emotions. Finally, he asked for a pot of fine wine and drank it with his head raised. His long hair fell like a star river, and his roots were crystal clear. He was like an immortal in the world of mortals, free and easy.

"In addition to the Holy Son of Dayan, the Holy Body of the Yang family has also arrived." Yuechan Yunyan's bright eyebrows and white teeth, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, sitting in the middle of the moon, extremely hazy, with an amazing seductive beauty.

"Yang Family Holy Body." Dao Qinghe smiled peacefully, his body glowed with precious light, but he had to admire it.

"The physique generated by the Yang family's holy veins, this man is very strong, comparable to the ancient evil. He just walked out of the Yang family now. Some people say that he is the undefeated holy god of this generation."

This is a very high evaluation. The Yang family's undefeated Holy God has been promoted all the way.

Meow Jiu transformed into a ruthless orange cat named Ganfan. It seemed that nothing had anything to do with him. He concentrated on Ganfan with a pair of round blue eyes.

Outside Shanhe City, Holy Son Dayan stopped, his eyes easygoing, waiting for someone further away.

This is a young man with a handsome appearance. There is light in his eyes, embracing the sky, and his expression is solemn. He is like an innate god. He is dressed in a platinum robe, with stars shining down, and his spirit is high.

"Are you waiting for me?" He approached, like a heavenly being, with a cold voice, looking at the Holy Son of Dayan in front of him.

"Brother Yang." Saint Son of Dayan said with a smile, which made people feel like taking a breath of spring breeze. There seemed to be Taoist charm in his words.

"You, I know." The Yang family's holy body is extremely handsome and majestic, and his brilliance is not weaker than that of the Holy Son of Dayan.

Under the night sky, it seemed as if two bright moons were meeting each other. A huge wave rolled up between them, rolling up thousands of times and hitting the sky.

Outside Shanhe City, their exchanges aroused countless heated discussions and conjectures. Just watching from a distance made countless monks so excited that they lost their voices.

"Damn it, it would be great if there was Wang Daju at this time." Pang Bai was trembling with excitement. He was writing with a brush and the photo album was floating in the air. He was following Miao Jiu all the way. He was very interested in Miao Jiu.

The obsession is deep.

All the saints and saints in the city appeared, but Wang Daju didn't come out, and the Queen of Gods, well... plus Dao Qinghe.

"Meow..." At this time, Miaojiu opened his mouth and yawned. He was full and in a happy mood. He lay on the table and squinted his eyes. He looked so happy that he felt so happy in his heart.

Yuechan's slender jade fingers, dyed like water and green onions, brushed against his back, feeling very soft.

"Saint Son of Dayan and the Holy Body of the Yang Family, will they have a fight?" Meow

Jiu's expectations were similar to those of many monks, but unfortunately, there was no fight.

The two of them walked into Shanhe City, and the monks were extremely excited.

At this time, the majestic Heavenly Palace, which had been sold to the human world, seemed to have existed forever. The chanting sounds of gods and Buddhas came out, and countless rays of light bloomed, illuminating the mountains and rivers like daylight.

In the night sky, the stars are splendid, the heavenly palaces are flowing, there are thousands of floating clouds, and the light is shining, as if the heavens are floating in the sky, making people wonder if they are in a dream.

A ray of fairy light appeared, and a person covered in light stood there and spoke softly, but it spread throughout Shanhe City, inviting all the saints and saints to come.

The Holy Son of Dayan soared into the sky, leaving behind a ray of holy light, faint and pure.

The Yang family's holy body walked calmly, its body slender and strong.

The Holy Son of Dayu, the Golden Jade... In an instant, a series of divine rainbows flew towards the heavenly palace, and the figure disappeared into the fairy light.

Ji Wushen started searching in Shanhe City. He did not want to enter so early and was looking for Dao Qinghe.

"He's looking for you." Just after Miao Jiu finished speaking, he saw the Holy Son of Qiankun flying towards this side. He moved quickly, coming like a flower in the wind. His eyes were full of resentment, as if he was here to collect debts. Very quickly

Obviously it's not directed at myself.

Miao Jiu looked at Dao Qinghe, a little surprised: "Is this coming to you too?"

Dao Qinghe was not surprised. His eyes sparkled like a river of stars. He looked at the Holy Son of Heaven and Earth. He stood up, opened his arms, and said with a kind smile: "My dear Master... Brother, long time no see, come here.

, let senior brother give me a hug."

Holy Son Qiankun quickened his pace, Dao Yun surging all over his body, like a divine wind blowing, his delicate face was cold, and he was obviously angry.

"You still know how to come back?"

The Holy Son of Heaven and Earth clapped his hand, and in an instant, the bright moon was turbulent, the lake was trembling, a wave of water came out, and the space seemed to be squeezed out.

But it did not disturb Miao Jiu and Yue Chan Yunran. The Daoqing River broke through the waves and hung in the air, and their hair was wet.

"Junior brother, we haven't seen you for a long time, don't you need to be so enthusiastic?"

Without saying a word, the Holy Son of Heaven and Earth turned into a phantom of mountains and seas and shot toward Daoqing River. The mountains were like ancient mountains and the sea was like a vast ocean, like a real projection of the world.

Dao Qinghe did not fight back. He seemed to have transformed into the Tao. He was like the light of the gods. His steps were very mysterious, revealing the charm of the Tao. He avoided the past and came close to the Holy Son of Qiankun. He stretched out his hand and touched the head and face of the Holy Son of Qiankun.

Deep, as if he wanted to say something sensational.

"Junior brother, I haven't been home for a long time. I miss you very much."

"But... I won't go back! Just feel free to be your master, hahaha..."

But the next moment, Dao Qinghe didn't care about his image at all, and flew into the distant sky, leaving behind an endless wisp of green smoke.

"Damn it..." Holy Son Qiankun's face turned red with anger, he clenched his silver teeth, and his body couldn't stop trembling. He had no time to reminisce with Miaojiu, so he glanced at Yuechan Yunran and left through the air.

"You bastard!" The supreme elder of Qiankun Taoist Palace cursed angrily from the sky. The old Taoist soldier puffed his beard and glared. He grabbed the simple Taoist temple where he stood and threw it very roughly.

Boom~!

The Taoist temple had a lingering charm and became as big as a celestial palace, intertwined with laws and runes as numerous as stars, disrupting the stars and rivers and causing the sky to tremble.

Everyone in Shanhe City saw this scene. The Supreme Elder of Qiankun Dao Palace has always been a representative figure with a peaceful heart. Why is he suddenly so angry?

Sure enough, one thing comes down to another.

Soon, the Taoist temple hit Dao Qinghe, and a force of confinement broke out. Dao Qinghe's body stagnated, and he looked like he was about to be captured, but he turned into countless lotus flowers and scattered away.

"It's just an illusion!" The old Taoist was so angry that he stomped his feet, and the space was almost broken. He turned around with a roar, and shot out two eyes.

The divine light pierces the void.

At the same time, just ahead, Dao Qinghe appeared, his back was hazy, already in the distance, and his swaying back actually exuded pride.

"I am a carefree person, I am free and carefree... don't come looking for me anymore." He is empty and peaceful, and the sound of the clear sky fills the night under the moon. There is an inexplicable Taoist rhythm, the mystery of nature.

"Chase me!" The old Taoist priest was still very sensible and endured without slapping him to death.

At this time, a group of young and middle-aged Taoist priests sacrificed magical talismans, which immediately turned into lightning, stared at Dao Qinghe, and flew away.

The Holy Son of Qiankun controls the light of the mountains and seas, and has a natural Taoism. His figure is ethereal, his clothes are fluttering, and he cannot remain calm, and he also chases Daoqing River.

"Dao Qinghe!" At this time, Ji Wushen shouted, the dragon energy around him surged into the sky, his precious clothes shone, he jumped into the air, used extreme speed, and chased away.

Such a turn of events stunned the monks in Shanhe City. This... what is this situation?

Dao Qinghe and the others knew that this young man who was like a banished immortal left a deep impression on them.

Looking at the moon and Huaiyuanli, the environment is quiet, and the lake surface soon becomes calm, reflecting the moon, Miao Jiu and Yue Chan Yunran.

"Unexpectedly, this person is actually the senior brother of Holy Son Qiankun. He is really an interesting person."

Meow Jiu loves to watch lively dramas like this!

"Okay, Yun Ran, good night, I'm going back to sleep." Miao Jiu stood up, pulled herself up and was about to go back.

After taking two steps of the moonwalk, he felt himself being lifted up. Miaojiu drooped his limbs, stopped struggling, and resigned himself to his fate.

"Where are you going, little cutie?" Yuechan Yunran carried him, like thin clouds covering flowers, her smile was bright and touching, and her laughter had an intoxicating sweetness.

"Go back...sleep?" Miaojiu was at a loss, but looked at the beautiful face in front of her with a puzzled look.

However, I clearly told you to go back to sleep, why do you have to ask me again? And this smile, although it is very plain and natural, has a hidden murderous intention!

Therefore, this question is not important at all. No matter what I answer, it is a wrong answer and a proposition. What is important is the tone in which I say it, and the smile that hides murderous intent.

"I won't leave tomorrow." Yuechan Yunran smiled, a charming smile with charming cunning, and she put down Miao Jiu.

At the same time, Miao Jiu's little head was running rapidly.

Why should we emphasize that she will not leave tomorrow?

What is this reminding me of?

Start brainstorming and memory searching.

Keywords, tomorrow, leaving... Luoshan City!

That's right, it's Luoshan City.

Ah, so that’s it!

Miaojiu figured it out.

"How about I sleep here?" Miao Jiu hugged her little nest, opened her big innocent eyes, pointed at the table, and asked uncertainly.

As long as there is a small nest, it will be the same wherever I sleep.

So, he was taken to Yuechan Yunran's palace, deep in the peach blossom forest.

After a night's rest, Miaojiu was full of energy, her eyes were bright, and she was suffused with the light and elegant peach blossom fragrance.

Yuechan Yunran stretched out and walked out, with her moving curves, proud body, graceful and graceful, and her voluptuous waist like a beautiful snake, sexy and touching, with a hint of lazy charm.

At this time, Miaojiu combed her hair and inevitably glanced at it, and then it turned into a little color.

She looks like a divine lotus in bloom, with her jade body shining with holy brilliance. She is half fairy, half witch, with flowing silver hair like a waterfall, picturesque black eyebrows, and expectantly beautiful eyes. At a glance, she has thousands of charms.

The Meow Nine Monsters are confused.
Chapter completed!