Chapter 133 (1/2)

After the snow Lord blew himself up, Jiang Hao also took Zhanlan xuangui and Qingling Eagle back to wanshouzhai directly, and then went to wanjian.

Around has already become a ruins, countless bodies scattered everywhere, even a lot of blood dyed the earth.

”Lord, are you ok?” Jiang Hao looked at Wan Jian and asked slowly.

Wan Jian shook his head, looked at Jiang Hao and said: ”he just blew himself up when the energy impact on me, no big problem.”

Jiang Hao nodded. Wanjian is in the period of Yuanying. As long as the Yuanying in the body is not destroyed, it is difficult to hurt the root. However, the Snow Demon King is only a friar in the early days of the purple mansion. Even if he explodes himself, it is very difficult to hurt Wan Jian.

”Jiang Hao, the tortoise you just summoned is a king level fierce beast?” Wan Jian looks at Jiang Hao and asks.

Only the king level fierce beast can speak. Just now, Wan Jian saw Zhanlan xuangui speak, and the power of Zhanlan xuangui is not comparable to that of Shi level fierce beast. This is why wanjian thinks that Zhanlan xuangui is a king level fierce beast.

Jiang Hao was silent for a moment, shook his head, and said slowly: ”it just got a chance encounter, so it can speak. Moreover, it is just a scholar level five grade fierce beast, but it is rough and fleshy, so it can resist the attack of snow Lord.”

Wan Jian doesn't want to say more when he sees Jiang Hao. He doesn't ask much. Instead, he looks at the ruins, and his eyes show a trace of sadness.

These people died because of the battle, so Wan Jian felt a bit worthless for them. They practiced hard and finally died here.

”This is the land of Southern barbarians. No matter who the monks are, they are all evil people. It is not surprising that they will die. As long as they leave the land of Nanman, they are likely to become bullies and kill wantonly.” Jiang Hao looked at Wan Jian and said slowly.

Wan Jian took a deep breath, then looked at the land of Nanman and chopped down the ancient and simple sword in his hand.

Crash!

All of a sudden, a sword fell down, and the sword spirit of the southern man was everywhere. Originally, the ruins became more chaotic. Jiang Hao did not say anything, but looked at the scene calmly.

”Such places should not exist.” Wan Jian's voice is indifferent, and his eyes are full of killing intention.

”Where there is light, there is darkness; where there is justice, there is evil. I have never understood what is good, what is evil, what is right, what is evil!” Jiang Hao looked at Wan Jian's appearance, his eyes showed a trace of confusion, and his tone should be filled with thick anger.

In his previous life, he was called the old devil of Jiang. He was famous for the eight wastelands and six harmonies, killing countless people. He was called the big devil by countless friars. Countless friars pursued him in the name of defending the way and eliminating demons. He wanted to plunder his magic weapons and skills, but he protected one side and let those monks and nuns bully him. They called him the Lord. He didn't know what was right and what was evil!

”In all people's minds, there is no difference between right and evil, but who can guarantee that all demons are killing? Who dares to guarantee the truth Jiang Hao's momentum suddenly soared, and his eyes showed a strong sense of war. He pointed his knife to the sky and roared angrily, ”what's right? What is the devil? ”

Boom!

Suddenly, there was a roar in the air, which seemed to be in response to Jiang Hao's roar. Wan Jian looked at Jiang Hao who had suddenly changed a lot. His face was full of worry.

”Jiang Hao, wake up!” Wan Jian suddenly drinks, his voice with rolling spiritual power, shattering the eardrum.

Jiang Hao heard Wan Jian's drinking cry, and the whole person was even more crazy. He pointed the immortal sword in his hand directly at the sky, and his body was furious. Then he continued to shout angrily: ”the way of heaven, tell me, what is right? What is the devil