Five Thousand Three Hundred and Forty Chapters? Little Girl

"Wandao Sword Sovereign ()"

The Black Armor Young Sect Master said coldly, "You go first!"

The sacrifice has already begun, and these red-robed deacons are useless. Staying here will expose their identities.

They are all strongmen of some sects, and this time the blood sacrifice was dispatched here, and they usually do not meet.

No one but him knows the true identities of these people.

"Yes!" Several red-robed deacons respectfully took orders.

A miniature small formation rose, and these deacons entered it and were instantly moved hundreds of millions of miles away, and their breath disappeared instantly.

In the valley today, there is only this young sect master left.

The altar is now in a mess, and only some bones are left.

From the altar, a weak source rose up, and it could not be said to be the source, but a force that had never been seen before, which contained all things in the world.

Too bad it's too few.

The power is also average, only comparable to the ordinary emperor origin.

After reaching out and grasping this source, a strange color leaked from the eyes of the young sect master in black armor.

He couldn't help but growl: "Old guy, you are not the last time, why is it not enough."

A surprising scene appeared, and a ghost flew out of the body of the young sect master in black armor and floated in the air.

"I can't blame me for this. The people who sacrificed this time are too weak. If it is a fourth-order emperor, one will do." Ghost said a little aggrieved.

The Black Armor Young Sect Master had a look of disgust, he pulled the weak source in his hand and threw it to the ghost.

"You really dare to say that the fourth-order emperor is here, and we are all finished."

Gloomy Soul leaked a smile, and quickly flattered: "How come, with your current strength, can't you escape if you can't beat it?"

"Hmph, it's easy to say!" The black armored young sect master ignored it lazily, and then said: "Come in quickly, someone is coming here, and the strength is not weak."

"Oh?" When the ghost heard this sentence, a meaningful expression leaked out.

If the strength is not weak, it means that you can fight or even kill.

After seeing what the other party was thinking, the black armored young sect master sighed: "It's not someone else, it's an acquaintance, let's go!"

After hearing this sentence, the ghost didn't dare to say anything, and re-entered the body of the black armored young sect master.

Swish!

The head of a black-clothed monk was extremely fast. After the young sect master of the black armor left, he arrived at this valley in an instant.

Looking at the bloody altar on the ground, the black-robed monk's face revealed anger.

The thick sleeve robe swayed, and a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl grabbed his thigh and did not dare to look at the bloody altar.

When looking down at the girl, the monk head leaked a smile.

Once upon a time, he also had such a situation, and that person also gave him a smile to make him feel at ease.

"Brother!" The little girl in ragged clothes, with clear and bright eyes, looked at the bloody altar, and felt uneasiness in her heart.

The surrounding aura ripped apart the world, and the mortals could not stay here for long.

The head of the monk shook his head and waved away the blood-colored aura of this world, leaving only a bare altar with coagulated blood above.

The two slowly landed, and as soon as they landed, the little girl rushed towards the ring.

She could feel that his brother seemed to have been here before.

thump.

Stumbled by something, the little girl propped herself up with her hands, stood up with difficulty, and looked at the bulge behind her.

The head of the monk stood on the side and did not stop him. With his identity and strength, he could see the past and future of the little girl at a glance.

Although he was poor, he was a shining light.

The future is cloudy, even if he will take in this little girl, her future is hard to predict.

Closing his eyes slightly, countless pairs of eyes stared at it for a moment.

The sacrifices here, destroying an unknown number of people, can cause such a great power of cause and effect, but he can't find out who sacrificed here.

When he reopened his eyes and looked at the little girl, there was pity in his eyes. The little girl was just the epitome of those countless eyes, and at the same time, there were many people in the same situation as the little girl.

Not afraid of cause and effect, it is obviously a magician monk.

At some point, there was a puppet in the little girl's hand, with crooked writing on it.

It was left by his brother before he died.

"Little sister, live well!"

This is what he left behind with all his might before he died, but for some reason it was not destroyed.

If the young sect master knew about it, he would definitely be surprised!

Maybe he's surprised now.

On the cliffs of the valley, a person in a gap in the void stared coldly at the puppet in the little girl's hand.

"Old guy, is it as serious as you said?"

"You and I are dead, how can I slap you? It seems that this is the evil result of the sacrifice. I have long felt a sense of unease in my heart. It seems that this is the thing, and even the sacrifice cannot be destroyed."

Hidden here is the Black Armor Young Sect Master.

"Forget it, as long as you recreate a source for you, you can get rid of it completely. I hate this kind of day."

The voice of the old man in the body sounded again, and he said in a low voice: "No matter what, kill this person first, he is just a Taoist, there is nothing to be afraid of!"

"You are teaching me to do things!" The voice of the young sect master in black armor was stern.

The one in the body was stunned.

How could the usually cold-blooded Young Sect Master hesitate?

"No no, I just suggest to get rid of that puppet, there are cause and effect of you and me above it, don't keep it!"

Young Sect Master Heijia ignored it, but kept his eyes on the monk, and finally shook his head.

on the altar.

The little girl knelt on the ground and sobbed, and the monk took a step forward, squatted down and patted the little girl's shoulder, and said, "Don't let your brother's long-cherished wish come true!"

"En!" The little girl raised her head, looked at the monk's head, and said, "Why did my brother die!"

The head of the monk was stunned for a moment, and for a moment he was a little stunned, because he found that the little girl's future changed, it was still cloudy, but now it has turned into darkness.

It seems that there will be another amazing person in this world.

Of course, this refers to the ancient country of Daxia.

"Let's go, I'll show you!" The head monk took the little girl's hand and rose into the air.

The two of them left in an instant.

It was not until he disappeared completely that the young Sect Master in black armor, who was hidden in the void, slowly appeared.

Looking at the place where the other party disappeared, there was a hint of yearning in his eyes.

"Huiqing, long time no see!" His voice was low and not as cold as before.

wow.

The black armor hid into the body, put on a black robe, and slowly took off the mask.

This Black Armor Young Sect Master is the "Jian Wushuang" who has disappeared for thousands of years

Her hair turned white at this moment.

"You're crazy, you're not afraid that someone will see it!" The voice in the body sounded again.

Jian Wushuang's eyes instantly turned sharp, and he shouted angrily, "Shut up for me."

That person is none other than the White King who stole him.