Chapter 1812 Water God

boom! boom!

Yunyou Valley is particularly lively tonight.

Listening outside the valley, there was a lot of noise.

Those with good eyesight can still see the mountains collapsing one after another. Louder than the roar are loud curses, from Mr. Zhao and from the little old man. There is an old saying: , they start fighting when they don't agree, it describes the two of them, one doesn't say anything when asked, the other doesn't listen to anything said, but they get into it.

The sound of rumbling disappeared without knowing when.

Looking deeper, the picture is a bit embarrassing.

The little old man was tied up and hung on a crooked tree by Mr. Zhao. At this moment, he was swaying back and forth with the gusts of wind. Look, he was covered with footprints all over his body, especially his little face. I don’t know how many big mouths I’ve received, and my whole body is crooked.

"As I said, this junior has a bad temper."

Zhao Yunzi was also there, standing under the tree, dusting himself off.

So what if you are a god? This is the mortal world, and the highest level of cultivation is no more than a quasi-immortal.

They are of the same level and realm, so they can be hit without fail, even if the Emperor God comes.

Well...!

The little old man's eyes were full of stars and his head was buzzing.

He was knocked unconscious. By the way, he is still doubting life. Has he been asleep for too long? He didn't know anything about the world, but when he faced a small Taixu state, he was beaten to the point of not being able to tell the difference between east, west, north and south.

"Hmm...comfortable."

Zhukong was a spectator, and when he saw a certain god being blasted, he felt indescribably sad.

I kept you up most of the night, and made you go out for a walk in the middle of the night. Look, you were beaten!

"Which one is it from?"

Zhao Yun held a stick and poked at the little old man.

He didn't want to hit anyone, he just wanted to know the origin of this guy. If he was really his enemy, he wouldn't keep him here to celebrate the New Year. However, this guy was dishonest, so he had to be cruel?

"What do you want me to ask you?"

"If you have the guts, let me down and fight another eight hundred rounds."

Snapped!

"I...am the water god."

Even though he was tied up, when the little old man signed up for the number, he was still sonorous and powerful.

This is the god. At the critical moment, he will not give up even if he gives in.

"It's quite watery." Mr. Zhao couldn't help but touch his chin.

He has fought against many gods, especially this one, who has the lowest combat power.

He was not surprised at all after searching in Shence but did not find the Water God. Shence was broken, and there were so many gods in history. It was not surprising that one or two were missing.

"You have something to do with the Moon God."

Zhao Yun closed the magic strategy and looked at the little old man again.

For a long time, the little old man didn't say anything, but his eyes were rolling around.

Buzz!

Zhao Yun didn't talk nonsense and picked up a kitchen knife.

"Are you the Moon God's enemy?" the little old man asked tentatively.

"Yes." Zhao Yun wiped the kitchen knife, and the knife surface was polished until it was shiny.

"What a coincidence, so am I."

"That bitch is not a good thing."

"I have a sworn feud with him."

The little old man was quite excited and cursed endlessly.

"If I say that I am a disciple of the Moon God, do you have another excuse?" Mr. Zhao still put down the knife, as if he had identified something based on the little old man's curse. This guy, obviously He is a master who talks about people and talks about ghosts.

"So it's my junior uncle!" The little old man chuckled.

"It's not unreasonable for you to survive in troubled times for so long."

Zhao Yun was heartbroken after hearing this, picked up the kitchen knife, and casually untied the rope.

There is no need to distinguish, this old man is not an enemy, and enemies are not so funny.

Such a god is definitely a talent brought out by Xiu'er.

"Are you really a disciple of the Moon God?" the little old man asked tentatively, his eyes wide.

"If it's fake, it will be replaced." Zhao Yun sacrificed a ray of reincarnation power, which was a gift from the Moon God.

The little old man looked at it with sparkling eyes. He still recognized the master's power of reincarnation.

Because he recognized him, he looked at Zhao Yun and wondered when his master had accepted another disciple.

"Criticize the Moon God often!" Zhao Yun looked at the Water God with a smile.

"This is the life-saving method my master taught me back then."

The little old man said seriously, what he said was the truth, there was nothing we could do! Who gives Moon God so many enemies? He could bump into him wherever he went, and he would become like his enemy by scolding him. With this unique skill, he had escaped many pursuits.

Zhao Yun was amused and confirmed again that this product was the inheritance of the Moon God.

He smiled, but the little old man couldn't help but sigh, feeling horrified in his heart.

He is truly worthy of being the disciple of his master. He is indeed a monster that defies the will of heaven. Regardless of his bloodline or fighting mentality, he is the strongest among all. Even an old god like him was beaten to the point of blooming.

"Why are you hiding in the mortal world?" Zhao Yun asked again.

"I am self-proclaimed." The little old man coughed dryly.

Zhao Yun didn't get to the bottom of it, so he said he was claiming to be a self-proclaimed person, so there must be something else hidden.

From ancient times to the present, the Moon God lineage has been dying and dying. It is difficult to establish a foothold in the fairy world. There is nothing wrong with taking refuge in the mortal world. Looking at the birth rings of the little old man, he probably entered the mortal world a long, long time ago. Maybe it was a backup plan left by the moon god in a certain life.

What a coincidence that he bumped into her.

Although he is a scumbag, he is still a god.

To be Xiuer's disciple, you must have special skills.

"Uncle Junior, are you here looking for me?" The Water God moved a jar of wine.

"That's right!" Zhao Yun took it and asked casually, "How long have you been in Yunyou Valley?"

"Three days." The little old man sat down cross-legged:

"Before this, I was sleeping in the Western Heaven and only woke up a few months ago."

"Xitian?" Zhao Yun became interested.

"The westernmost point in the world." The little old man said.

Saying this, Zhao Yun understood.

Since it is the westernmost point in the world, it is the two extremes from the East China Sea.

Well...that is, at the end of the world, there is also the road of mortals over there.

"There has been something strange in Yunyou Valley these days." Zhao Yun took a sip of wine.

"Yes." The little old man pointed to the distance, "There is a shadow mark over there."

"The brand is still there." Zhao Yun looked around and saw that the little old man was pointing to the arch bridge.

"It has been defeated by me." The Water God pinched his beard.

Zhao Yun closed his eyes and glanced at this guy seriously.

No wonder I couldn't find it. It turned out to be this old boy's fault.

"This place is very extraordinary, involving time and space." The Water God said again.

Buzz!

What responded to him was a thunderous roar.

It was Zhao Yun who opened the door to eternity. It was rare for a god to be here, and it was the right time to refine Hongmeng.

"Hongmeng Qi?"

When the little old man saw this, he couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise, and his eyes brightened.

It was not that he had never seen the most original Qi, but it was the first time he had seen such a quantity.

"Don't look at it, help." Zhao Yun pressed the Hongmeng Sea tightly.

"Okay!" The Water God immediately rolled up his sleeves and used the Soul Fire.

If the gods intervene, it will be easy, and the energy of Hongmeng will not make any big waves.

"When this thing is refined, I will take you to a good place." The Water God smiled.

"What a good place." Zhao Yun's soul fire was also surging like the sea.

"It's definitely a blessing for you." The little old man pretended, and his smile was very mysterious.