The bright luster in the little boy's eyes gradually faded, his little mouth moved slightly, and he sobbed and called "Big Brother" and the sound was broken, and the breath of life gradually faded.

Dead!

The little boy died and was poisoned.

A little boy who cannot practice practice died of extreme poison and died before his eyes.

Even though Li Shaoyang is a cultivator, he is not the ancestor of creation and cannot change this cruel fate of life and death.

"Who are you?"

A weak voice came over.

Li Shaoyang turned around suddenly, his eyes turned red. Looking at the group of people who were robbed and killed in front of him, the murderous intent was so fierce that it actually made him feel the urge to destroy everything.

These people are not practitioners. They should be just soldiers from a secular country who are ordered to come and kill people.

Cultivators should have been used to life and death, and they have been killed every day.

Li Shaoyang himself killed a lot of people.

But today is different. Li Shaoyang saw the shadow of the original owner of the body being displaced in the little boy.

The little boy could have been saved, but because of his negligence, he saved one step late, and the little boy died in front of him.

This made him angry and furious!

"Are you a cultivator? We are soldiers from Jialan Kingdom. We came by the order of the national master. Our national master is also a cultivator. His name is Master Lingtian." A soldier plucked up his courage and said, and when he talked about the national master, he looked a little furious, as if he was supported by the national master, so he was not afraid of cultivators.

"You all die for me."

The angry Li Shaoyang paused word by word, gritting his teeth, and every word that came out of his mouth turned into a brilliant glory in the night sky.

The light was printed on the bodies of these soldiers, like a spell of death, falling down one by one.

"Hey, no, Li Shaoyang, look at this little boy." After killing these soldiers, Li Shaoyang was still unhappy. He was hesitating whether to kill the Lingtian Master of Jialan Kingdom. Suddenly, Mo Xiaoxian's voice with a strong horror suddenly sounded in his mind.

"The Body of Spiritual Book."

Li Shaoyang looked at the boy's body carefully and was even more shocked. His eyes shrank, and he said, "It is rumored that there is a family of scholars in the secular family that has been passed down from generation to generation. Descendants with spiritual books will be born because of the influence of generations of books. People with spiritual books are destined to have a fate with the book world. They are geniuses to practice and practice calligraphy in the book world, and have an unlimited future."

At this time, Li Shaoyang became even more angry.

A good genius of cultivation was scrapped, and he was poisoned at some point.

After thinking about it, it must be related to the Lingtian Master of Jialan Kingdom.

"I must use this shit mage."

"Wait, Li Shaoyang."

Mo Xiaoxian's voice became a little heavy and sad.

Li Shaoyang's heart moved and suddenly had an amazing guess.

"Mo Xiaoxian, don't you want it?"

"Li Shaoyang, this little boy's spiritual book body suddenly appeared in front of me. Don't you think this is a kind of will of heaven? If this little boy is still alive, I must help him practice. In the future, he will become another immortal king in the book world. However, now he is dead, I cannot let the spiritual book body appear in front of me and disappear in vain. If the Heavenly Book Fairy King is still there, I believe he will be this choice. So I think we should separate."

"Are you separated?" Li Shaoyang felt uncomfortable. Wan Biluo was missing. I don't know where he was. Now Mo Xiaoxian is leaving again, so why are they all here? He couldn't help but think of the scene when he first met Mo Xiaoxian, and he couldn't help but think of the various progress he had made with his help when he met Mo Zhixian.

Mo Xiaoxian is both his good mentor and friend and his brother

"Don't be stupid, Li Shaoyang, in fact, you knew that I would leave one day sooner or later. This day just arrived suddenly. Moreover, isn't it a merit to live as a little boy? You should be happy for me, and don't forget that I will come back in the future, and I will come to find you to open the treasure house of the Immortal King of Heavenly Books."

Li Shaoyang took a deep breath, a desolate smile appeared on his face, and said, "Maybe, there is a banquet that will end in the world, so I can only look forward to your and my reunion in the future."

Mo Xiaoxian's departure left Li Shaoyang with unwavering melancholy and sadness in his heart.

But in fact, Li Shaoyang expected that this day would be the first time to come, but it would be difficult to face for a while.

However, Li Shaoyang was also very happy and full of expectations for Mo Xiaoxian to be able to work hard in the form of "the body of spiritual books".

Mo Xiaoxian himself is an immortal king-level magic weapon forged by the Immortal Book King. The body of spiritual books has a close opportunity to the book world. He used his soul to merge the body of spiritual books after the little boy's death, and it was an unintentional combination of heaven.

In just three days, Mo Xiaoxian let the little boy's body grow into the teenager's body, and directly became a master of Nirvana Realm.

After a farewell, Mo Xiaoxian left completely.

Li Shaoyang did not stop him anymore. He knew that Mo Xiaoxian would still find the fragments of the past one by one. When we met again, Mo Xiaoxian might have been another terrifying super power.

Looking at the empty void, Li Shaoyang pinched his fists, smiled as if he was self-deprecating, and said, "It seems that I have to work hard too. If I haven't become an immortal when I see this old guy again, wouldn't I be laughed at by him?"

However, before this, Li Shaoyang decided to go to Jialan Kingdom to see the Lingtian Master. He wanted to see where the cat and dog came from, and played the tricks of peerless masters in the secular country.

If you look closely, this is the green grassland in the northern wilderness of the prehistoric continent.

There is a very vast ground here, and in terms of breadth, it must be three times the size of Xianlingzhou.

Unfortunately, the northern wilderness is barren and has no cultivation resources. Practitioners rarely come, but instead become fertile ground for secular mortals.

On the green grassland, there are thousands of countries like Jialan, and there are constant conquests between countries.

Often, the advanced practitioners have just passed the retreat period and a hundred years have passed. On this green grassland, the old dynasty has disappeared and the new dynasty has risen.

Judging from the rise and fall of dynasties every five hundred years on the Qingqing Grassland, Jialan Kingdom, a dynasty that had just been born for a hundred years, is still full of vitality. It is even more prosperous east of the Qingqing Grassland, with its overlord reputation and shocking spirit.

The Jialan Kingdom runs from east to west and runs from 100,000 miles across from north to south, and runs from north to south. The capital of Shengtian City is filled with fragrance for thousands of miles, which is worthy of its name.

When Li Shaoyang stepped into Shengtian City, he immediately felt surrounded by a special aroma of wine. This aroma seemed to contain the fragrance of flowers and milk. When he sucked the nose slightly, he felt his heart and lungs blooming, which was particularly fascinating.

"The world has the beauty of dust, and the fragrance of fine wine. Ordinary mortals also have the pleasure of ordinary mortals."

Li Shaoyang walked into the largest tavern in Shengtian City in a leisurely manner.

The tavern is seven floors and seven feet high, with tiles and glazed glass, and crystal pebbles at the door, which is very eye-catching.

Of course, the owner is not an ordinary person to be able to open the largest tavern in Shengtian City.

To the point of view of the people of Jialan, that is, the powerful wizard.

In fact, Li Shaoyang had a flash of thought and his strong consciousness penetrated the secret room ten feet deep underground of the tavern. The owner of this tavern is also a cultivator in the out-of-body realm.

Cultivators in the out-of-body realm are already trying their best to practice Dharma souls. Once the Dharma soul is complete, they can comprehend the Yuan technique.

For ordinary people, it is indeed powerful enough to destroy the world, and can easily destroy an army of hundreds of thousands of people.

However, for Li Shaoyang, the smallest one cannot be considered a small one, and even pediatrics cannot be considered a child.

“It’s really fun.”

Li Shaoyang pulled a playful smile on his lips. In a blink of an eye, he had already stole the memory of the tavern owner. This guy was actually Master Lingtian's third disciple, named Liu Zhen.

A young man with a flexible look, wearing a white towel on his shoulder, holding a kettle in his hand, and his legs were quite flexible, and said respectfully: "Young master, go up to the top floor. There is a private room on the top floor. Once the window opens, you can still see the beautiful scenery outside the capital. When the wind blows, smells the fragrance of wine, and it is not enough to relax a thousand miles."

This is a clever waiter. As soon as Li Shaoyang entered the door, he felt that Li Shaoyang was extraordinary. Such a person must be a great master.

"Okay, then let's go to the top floor."

Li Shaoyang smiled faintly and walked towards the stairs. Under the guidance of the waiter, he went up to the top floor and entered the private room.

The young man poured a pot of water for Li Shaoyang, pulled back, and said respectfully: This young master, please wait a moment, I will serve you wine now. Are you planning to?"

Li Shaoyang waved his hand and interrupted the waiter, "My surname is Li, just call me Li Shaoyang. I came in smelling the fragrance of your wine and gave me two pots of your best wine."

"Okay, Mr. Li, please wait."

The waiter did not call him his name directly, but instead called him Mr. Li. His smile became more respectful and walked out of the private room with a white towel.

As soon as he left the private room, Xiao Er's eyes suddenly changed, a little deep and a little confused. He walked towards the stairs and muttered: "Strange, this person is very handsome. The well-known big family in Shengtian City does not have the surname Li. Could it be from the outer city or a spy from the Tianying Kingdom?"

The waiter was startled by his thoughts, hurried downstairs, ordered someone to drink for the private room, and hurried to the ground floor, walked to the room at the deepest part of the winding corridor, knocked in and entered.

"Xiao Wu, what's wrong?" A burly middle-aged man sitting on a white jade cushion in the room regulating his breathing opened his eyes and said in a deep voice.

"Third Master, a stranger came from the No. 7 private room. He claimed his surname was Li, and he looked like he was a twentieth crown. He looked young and didn't look like an ordinary person."

"Submit Li?" The man called the third master moved slightly, and Wufeng automatically floated up in a cross-sitting position. He stood on the ground with his breath straight, "What did this young man named Li ask you?"

"I asked nothing, said nothing. I just asked me to put the best wine in two pots. It seemed that I was not short of money."
Chapter completed!