Chapter 223

The purple winged bat nodded his head, some of them clumsily stretched out their sharp feet, had nails as high as one person, but didn't come in.

Song Tianxuan in the three sharp tension in the spirit of the past, step by step, three back.

A drop of blood essence flashed from the brow of the ancestor of the holy ape. Nie Sifeng spread his wings and thundered. Yi Ziqi clenched the dripping sword in her right hand and held a golden seal in her left sleeve... Song Tianxuan finally came to the end of the ban, stretched out his finger and let go of the spirit. An arc suddenly appeared in his left hand, which was the leidan he had made in the cave.

Tiny fingers on a person's high gray fingernails mixed with flesh and blood.

All of a sudden, a strong wave came into song Tianxuan's mind, and a figure flew out of the contact point.

The white shadow is floating in the air, but it is full of smiles.

Seeing this man, even song Tianxuan was extremely shocked.

"It's you? How could you not be dead? " The ancestor of the great ape was startled and flashed aside, but his eyes were full of anger.

"Well? Do you know me? " The old man in white looked at the ancestor and said with a smile.

"Natural knowledge. Among the three ethnic groups, who is over a thousand years old doesn't know you? Mao... Mountain... "The ancestor of Saint ape said the identity of the old man in white robe word by word.

Yiziqi heard, but the heart is a rough sea, blood churning, dripping sword has been stabbed out.

The sword light was extremely sharp. She almost did not hesitate to stab out the strongest sword at present. With anger, bewilderment, and hatred of family and country, the eighth generation of Maoshan didn't evade. Seeing the sword light flying over her, she was undamaged.

"Boom"

Sword light mercilessly flew into the air, and a stone milk suddenly turned into a stone with water vapor, whistling and falling down.

"Purple sky ferret, ha ha, the little girl is not very old, and her peak cultivation is still hard work. If you want to be a warm girl for my apprentice, you can barely see it." The eighth generation of Maoshan touched the white beard and said with a smile.

"Along the way, there are many people who want me to be a warm foot girl, but now they are all dead." Yi Ziqi said and coldly looked at Song Tianxuan.

Song Tianxuan retreated in a hurry and sent out a wave of fear from the bottom of his heart.

Who wants to marry her, is really to eight blood mold, that every day can't be bullied to death?

A blow failed, Yi Ziqi knew that in impossible, in the heart does not feel disconsolate, the enemy meets, extremely jealous.

The eighth generation of Maoshan is standing there. She has nothing to do with the eighth generation of Maoshan, who has sealed the land of Tiannan and seriously injured her father.

Looking at Song Tianxuan, how did he become the descendant of Maoshan? Under the mixture of grief and anger, he suddenly burst out with a mouthful of blood.

Seeing this, song Tianxuan was helpless and asked, "we are just friends, master. Didn't you say you are dead? How... "

"I'm dead. It's just a spirit left in my little bat." The eighth generation of Maoshan looks around four people.

One of them is a half step God carving, the other is a saint ape of soul body, and the other is the royal purple sky ferret. His descendants are all the people that Tiannan can count on.

"I thought you were immortal." The old ancestor of the holy ape said angrily that when he was sealed in canglan, he also had this guy's share, but the old ancestor xuanhuang recognized song Tianxuan as the main one, and he was controlled by the old ancestor xuanhuang, so he didn't dare to do anything to song Tianxuan.

What's more, they are two generations. Each generation of Maoshan has its own code of conduct. It's unlikely that song Tianxuan will become the next eighth generation of Maoshan.

"Ha ha, little monkey, don't be too angry. It's not good for your soul to recover." The eighth generation of Maoshan laughs.

"Master, why did you seal Tiannan then?" Song Tianxuan asked directly that he should have made an appointment for ten years, but now the originator of this matter is right in front of him. Why do you ask? Who can be more clear about the reasons than him?

The eighth generation of Maoshan shakes its head and smiles: "ha ha, I'm just a ghost of a thousand years ago. Besides, in order to prevent the leakage of some things, do you think I will know now?"

With these words, Yi Ziqi's original expectations fell short, trying to suppress her anger. Now the purple winged bat is obviously a chess piece laid by Maoshan thousands of years ago. Looking at the silent and respectful appearance of the purple winged bat behind Maoshan, before she recovered, she could only bear it.

"What's good for you to seal Tiannan? Will you seal me in canglan land, the place where birds don't shit? " The ancestor of the holy ape finally saw the culprit and cried angrily.

However, the eighth generation of Maoshan's face sank. Looking at the ancestor of the holy ape, the ancestor of the holy ape was shocked, as if tens of thousands of talismans were lingering in his heart. He wanted to tie him up directly. The beany sweat on his head appeared in an instant, and the cold sweat on his back stimulated him to wet his clothes in an instant.

I can't help but feel shocked. The eighth generation of Maoshan is just a spirit. It can still have such power after a thousand years. If I were you, how would it exist before a thousand years?

"You little monkey, if you didn't see that you were my successor's servant, you just talked to me like that. I would have stewed you for a long time." The eighth generation of Maoshan gave a cold hum, which revealed the truth in his words.

"Attendant..." Yi Ziqi and Nie Sifeng glared angrily and looked at the ancestor of Saint ape in a twinkling of an eye.

Even though they have different identities and have a lot of knowledge, they would never have thought that the ancestor of Saint ape, who was a thousand years ago, would be the servant of song Tianxuan. The identity contrast is too big.

But looking back on this road, the ancestor of the great ape was obedient to song Tianxuan, and now he finally found the answer.

Saint ape's face is not good-looking, which means you know it. Why should you say it?

"Er... Yes, we have signed a contract for ten years, but ten years later, when our ancestors return to the peak, how can we recognize a human race as the master?" Saint ape ancestor extremely embarrassed want to find some face.

"Do you know how far my apprentice can grow up in ten years? At that time, you'll have to follow him when you cry and shout. Maybe, young man, it's easy to break your feet when you talk too much... "The eighth generation of Maoshan looks at the ancestor of Saint ape with a smile.

The first time he was called a young man, the ancestor of the great ape still couldn't accept it, but at that glance, he knew that he had no chance of winning, even at his peak.

"Master, alas, I have many masters..." Song Tianxuan suddenly said, a little disappointed.

However, the eighth generation of Maoshan took back their stern eyes and looked at Song Tianxuan as if he were bathing in the spring breeze: "it's OK. If you have more skills, you can't press yourself. If you want to learn more, you can live well. Don't be as simple as me. If you're sold, you can count the money."

People are as ashamed as the eighth generation of Maoshan. Who can deceive him is the devil in broad daylight.