This is a little guy that he has been paying attention to since the day after tomorrow when he was refining his soul. It can be said that he has witnessed his growth all the way.

Even Sang Lao can't do it.

After all, Sang Lao missed the second half of Xu Xiaoshou's journey.

The young eagle will always spread its wings high into the sky. No matter how close someone else kisses or cares for it, it cannot fly for it.

Just like the Nine-Death Thunder Tribulation, the Holy Tribulation, and the Ancestral Emperor Tribulation, outsiders cannot help. They are all catastrophes in the spiritual refiner's self-growth.

Whether you can get through it or not depends entirely on you.

Whether it is amazing or not, we will never know later.

This is the only hurdle that genius must pass through. Bazun has passed it, but it can also be said that he has not passed it.

Storyteller, Hei Yezi, Bai Yezi...

These people are so weak that it is difficult to understand them in this life.

In the Flower and Grass Pavilion, several people fell into silence, not knowing what they were thinking.

After a long time, Hei Yezi put aside the matter and paid attention to Bazun himself:

"Brother, your cultivation..."

There was worry in her eyes, after all, even her realm was looking at the eight acquaintances at this moment.

The latter doesn't even have the cultivation level of a first-level soul refining.

"There's still half a step left."

"So, it's hard for me to take action."

Bazun smiled wisely and picked up the wine glass.

Bai Yezi's eyes moved, but his thoughts were elsewhere: "Brother, the ruins of the God-killing Officer seem to cover the five realms, but I don't know if the Holy Emperor's secret realm has been covered?"

Bazun's fingertips trembled, and the wine glass settled on his lips.

Bai Yezi laughed and said teasingly: "Don't you miss us and Sister Yue? Have you ever planned to visit the ruins of the God-killing Officer? Maybe you can meet each other."

"Xiao Bai!" Hei Yezi turned his eyes and scolded coldly. When he looked back, there was a low flame burning in his eyes.

Ho ho ho!

Go, go, go!

Ba Zunzun put down his wine glass, lowered his head and smiled bitterly.

He spread his hands and looked at his eight fingers, feeling slightly absent-minded.

Sealing the sword to the old age, I will become a saint... After muttering silently, Ba Zunzun raised his head and said seriously:

"I'm afraid that if I go and actually see her... my hidden sword skills will fall short."

Buzz!

The plants and trees in the Flower and Grass Pavilion were all frightened, and the spiritual sword trembled.

Click, click, click!

The wooden floor on the third floor was cracked with sword marks.

"boom!"

Suddenly, the pavilion protection formation exploded and shattered into pieces.

"Brother! Calm down!"

Hei Yezi was startled: "Calm down! Calm down! Take a deep breath, come, follow me, inhale...hiss, exhale...sigh..."

Ba Zunzhen took a deep breath and suppressed the sword energy in his chest that was about to burst out of his body. He felt pain all over his body and couldn't help but glare at Bai Yezi.

"Sure, I didn't mean it..." Bai Yezi shrank his head in fear and hid behind his sister.

Ba Zunzun once again picked up the wine glass and raised it to his lips.

At this moment, a faint sound of swords flashed across the sky.

The spiritual sword in the Flower and Grass Pavilion flew into the sky with a buzzing sound, and bowed in the direction of the distant Central Territory.

In the Sinful Land of the Southern Territory, countless spiritual swords flew up to the sky in shock, and followed them to bow in the distance.

All those who wore swords in the five regions felt this, watching the spiritual swords in their hands strangely flying into the sky, and bowed in a certain direction.

Everyone saw this scene.

However, after a moment, this scene was forgotten again, as if it were an illusion.

"Um?"

The storyteller, Hei Yezi and Bai Yezi, were startled. They looked at the spiritual sword on the third floor of the Flower and Grass Pavilion that seemed to have been moved, but also seemed to be untouched. They didn't know why and glanced at the eldest brother.

"What happened just now?"

Knowing that a glass of wine would never go down his throat, the Eight Lords stood up and looked at the Queen in the distance, murmuring silently:

"He took another step faster."
Chapter completed!