At the beginning of the game, you will live forever, and you will grow old forever

"Moo~~"

"Brother Niu, the visitor is not kind, what a strong aura."

Xiao Chi narrowed his eyes slightly, and hid under the big black cow's belly, "Brother Xun, they didn't come to catch us, did they?"

"Then their vision is too short-sighted, don't think too much."

Chen Xun looked indifferent, with one hand behind his back, the gangster's suit had faded, revealing his true face, "I don't know what's going on, fellow daoists?"

The vast sound spread throughout the world, and even resonated with the essence of the world, which shocked the faces of the iron-blooded monks on the warship, what a majestic power of blood!

But when they saw the black mountain, even though they had been on the battlefield, their scalps were still a little numb after seeing this scene again.

The foot of the mountain has become a sea of ​​blood, and Feishou's corpses are everywhere, as if they were all killed by a single blow, without even struggling.

All eyes were on Baili Zhonghu. Only the Marshal could hold back such a character.

The ten Zhanjie boats stagnated, docked far away in the sky, stopped moving forward, and then stepped out of a tall man from among them.

"Fellow Daoist, Baili Zhonghu is the current Marshal of the Zhanjie Battalion, so come here for a while."

He is wearing a black battle armor, one step is a shock in space, and his mana is extremely powerful, "I hope fellow Taoists don't mind."

Chen Xun frowned when he heard this, it turned out to be him.

The person the abbot mentioned had such a great background, but he was lucky to meet this person directly.

His eyes couldn't help being attracted by the black armor, which had an ancient and desolate atmosphere, as if there were countless stories, and blood spots could be seen vaguely.

This set of black armor is at least an earth-level middle-grade defensive magic weapon. I don't know if it can withstand the impact of the cultivator who transforms the spirit.

With solemn eyes, Chen Xun looked at Baili Zhonghu. At that moment, it seemed that thousands of troops were rushing towards him. He praised it from the bottom of his heart, it was so powerful!

This man is considered to be the most powerful one among the many monks he saw. He can control the lives and deaths of tens of thousands of monks with a single word, and no casual cultivator like him can compare.

"I'm Chen Xun."

He smiled and cupped his hands, not disturbed by the aura at all, "I have been waiting here for a long time, but I didn't expect the marshal to come."

Baili Zhonghu paused in the air, and was also observing Chen Xun. Neither of them used their spiritual sense to visit, but were just observing the external breath.

There was also solemnity in his eyes, the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood under their feet was full of dirty longevity, and the backbone of the black mountain turned out to be... the body of the god of transformation.

But there is no hostility on this person, as if he has practiced some kind of skill to expel evil spirits and hostility, so as not to be disturbed by the cold air in this realm.

And what impressed him the most was Chen Xun's dark and warm eyes, like the waves of stars in the night sky, peaceful, deep, and elusive.

"There's something wrong with this person, you can't be fooled by appearance."

Baili Zhonghu's heart was shocked suddenly, facing Chen Xun in all directions, for a moment, he felt as if he was being stared at by a peerless monster, "Dali...when did such a character appear?"

While thinking about it, he said with a serious expression: "Chen Daoyou, I wonder if we can go up to the mountain to talk."

Chen Xun nodded: "Of course, Marshal please."

The voice fell.

A wooden table and chair made of a crane spirit tree was moved out by the big black cow, and Chen Xun and Baili Zhonghu sat up facing each other on the top of the dirty birthday mountain.

Seeing this scene, everyone secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva. If ordinary monks climbed this mountain, they would have been so frightened that they lost their minds.

And these two were able to talk about things as if nothing had happened on the top of the sea of ​​corpses.

After Baili Zhonghu sat down, he nodded slightly towards Da Hei Niu and Xiao Chi. These are Dali's spirit beasts, and he seemed to have some kind of unusual favor in his eyes.

"Moo~"

"Wang! Wang Wang Wang!"

Big Hei Niu and Xiao Chi clasped their hands awkwardly, and then squatted beside Chen Xun, one left and one right.

Xiao Chi glanced wildly, not daring to look at the marshal, his heart was still pounding, only Brother Xun could give him a sense of security.

Da Hei Niu kept staring at Baili Zhonghu with an honest and honest look.

However, it thought to itself that if the matter collapsed, it would be difficult for anyone to just teleport it and run away, and then slowly figure it out.

At this time, the world was silent.

Chen Xun took out the health-preserving tea and it was steaming hot: "Marshal, to tell you the truth, the reason we killed Feishou here was to wait for you, but I didn't expect you to be Baili Zhonghu."

"Oh?"

"I don't know if Marshal knows Baili Fengyao."

Chen Xun focused his eyes slightly, spoke calmly, and added, "We are not enemies with him, but he once asked me to bring a word to the marshal."

As soon as these words came out, Baili Zhonghu's aura changed, and the tiger's eyes were a little fierce, and there was even a look of nostalgia.

He was very angry, and said in a deep voice: "Feng Yao is my ninth younger brother. With his talent and vision, he should be the next marshal."

Having said that, he felt a little disbelieving in his heart, and wanted to hear what they had to say next.

No one knew Jiudi better than him, and because of his high spirit, not everyone could get acquainted with him, and even let him ask for a word.

What the hell!

Chen Xun and the others were shocked, but their expressions were extremely calm, as if they had known it for a long time.

"He said, I missed the appointment."

Chen Xun coughed lightly, clasped his hands together, and imitated the abbot's appearance, "Marshal, that's all."

Quiet.

The top of the mountain suddenly became quiet, without the noise of the wind, not even the sound of breathing.

Baili Zhonghu put one hand on the stone table, clenched his fist slightly, frowned slightly, and believed Chen Xun.

This sentence was a secret between him and the ninth brother, and it was indeed what he said.

He looked at Chen Xun. The ninth younger brother could say a word to him, and this person seemed to have a very high opinion in his heart.

I also understood his other meaning, let myself take care of them on the battlefield.

"It seems that the ninth brother is still trapped by obsession, and he still can't get out."

"Yes, the abbot Shizhou lost his argument."

"Ninth brother thinks too much. I once advised him that it is better to cultivate his own body, kill all Dali Buddha cultivators, and then reopen this way. The ten states will be dominated by him."

Baili Zhonghu's voice was cold, with a look of hating iron but not steel, "With his aptitude, if he devotes himself to cultivating, no one in this world can stop him."

"Maybe it is because of this that he is Baili Fengyao. If he does this, the reputation of the Baili clan may be ruined, and he will be involved in the vortex of struggle."

Chen Xun sighed softly, the kind of big heart with the world in mind is not achieved by killing, "People are always different, the abbot is a person with great wisdom."

Baili Zhonghu's eyes darkened after hearing this, and a sigh echoed across the mountain.

Because of this, he admired his ninth brother so much. What the latter wants to change is people's hearts, not to cut off his life.

He looked at Chen Xun curiously. He didn't know what kind of story the ninth brother had with him. He always felt like they were old friends who had known each other for a long time.