Uncle Nine placed the statue of another god in front of him.

Seeing this scene, Han Meimei's face suddenly changed, and she said fiercely: "At the end of the strong crossbow, you dare to ask God, stinky Taoist priest, you don't want to die?!"

"It is incumbent upon my generation to eliminate the demon and defend the Dao! The poor and old body is not a pity to die!" Uncle Jiu's face was awe-inspiring, and he lit a stick of incense on the seven-star lamp, holding it in the palm of his hand.

"Look for death!" Han Meimei screamed, stepped out of her slender snow-white jade legs, and rushed towards Uncle Jiu.

"Smack!"

Pu Jia dodged in front of her, and slapped her, and the two of them took half a step back at the same time.

The long hair on her sideburns fluttered slightly in the wind, stained with blood on her face, and stuck to her beautiful and fair cheeks, with an indescribable style.

"Get out of here!" Han Mimei was furious and rushed up like a madman and fought with her.

And Uncle Nine took this opportunity to start asking God for the second time.

His mana was severely depleted, so he had to bite his tongue, endure the pain, and spit out a mouthful of blood with a "poof".

For the descendants of Maoshan, the blood on the tip of the tongue is the blood of the heart, which is the so-called essence blood.

The loss of the original essence and blood will definitely damage the cultivation and longevity, which is also the reason why Han Meimei said that he would not die.

But at this moment, Uncle Nine has no choice.

Sword Immortal Lu Zu, Quanzhen Sect Ancestor Lu Dongbin, Donghua Emperor, and one of the Eight Immortals, this is the god that Uncle Nine wants to invite this time!

"The incense burner leads to the three altars, one Dharma drum shakes the heavens, and the second Dharma shakes the ground agitatedly;

Drums and gongs are played, the heavens and the earth move, incense is burned, candles are lit to invite the mage;

Invite the mage Lu Dongbin to swing his sword and slash the demon to the altar.

The Divine Soldier is as urgent as the law!"

While reciting the incantation, Uncle Jiu's skin aged at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it was full of wrinkles, like the bark of a dry old tree. When the mantra was finished, his head was full of gray hair, wrinkles, and age spots, like an old man in the twilight.

In this process, Chu Feng was also like a previous literary talent, his body swayed from side to side like a tumbler, and his expression was in a trance, as if he was waking up from a dream.

"Huh!" Uncle Nine gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and pulled out the cold and sharp long sword on the side, and wiped the blade with two fingers stained with essence and blood, "The sword is open!"

As soon as the words fell, he threw the long sword with the sword spike at Chu Feng with his backhand.

Chu Feng only felt that he was in a mysterious state, as if he was integrated with this heaven and earth, there was a kind of majestic meaning of sitting high in the clouds and overlooking the vastness of heaven and earth, and there was a majestic and vast divine power in his body.

He didn't even need to look at the path of the sword, he just stretched out his hand and calmly held the sword in his hand.

Faintly, Chu Feng even heard an ethereal voice: "Human Emperor Plane... Diversity and Harmony... Luck Resonance... Last Hope ......"

In the haze, he couldn't really hear it, and he could only barely catch such few words.

Chu Feng was like hallucinating, everything in front of him was no longer visible, and then a white-clothed immortal with a long sword on his back appeared, with a solemn expression on his face, pinching his fingers to measure something.

Then there was a purple divine thunder condensation, and it exploded violently, making the white-clothed sword fairy's face change, and when he looked up, the illusion also disappeared.

Chu Feng regained his sight, and what he saw in front of him was the Great Marshal's Mansion where the war had not ended, and there was nothing unusual.

Han Meimei and Pu Jia were scored, and Michelin's legs were already bleeding, revealing a terrifying and hideous ghost baby head.

Uncle Nine spat out a mouthful of blood with a "poof", staggered backwards, slumped in his chair, and said sadly: "Qiusheng, I'll leave it to you!"

Chu Feng moved a little under his feet, and suddenly came to Michelin.

"Evil animal, why don't you hurry up?" His face was cold and solemn, just like the previous literary talent, he accepted divine power and was also affected by the god's heart.

Chu Feng lifted Michelin's clothes, bit his fingers, and quickly wrote an exorcism charm on her stomach with blood.

"Smack!"

He slapped his palm on Michelin's stomach, then curled his palm into a claw, and raised his hand up as if he were holding something in the air.

"Ahh

Its hope of reincarnation was shattered again, and the resentment of the Ninth Emperor was even more boiling and furious, and he screamed hysterically: "If you don't let me reincarnate, I will die with you!"

The ghost baby opened his mouth and sucked it, and it swallowed the blood cloud in the sky like a whale swallowing a cow's drink, and his whole body exuded a tragic evil aura, which made people's scalp numb.

"Smack!"

It slapped Chu Feng with each other, and its figure quickly retreated, steaming with a purified purple-red flame, as if a purgatory Shura had descended.

"It's not good, it's burning the soul, Qiusheng be careful!" Uncle Nine reminded with a shocked face.

Chu Feng, who felt that there was no hope of reincarnation and was about to be possessed by the gods, naturally had to fight to the death.

The ghost baby held it in the air, and the red tassel gun that Wen Cai used before flew into the air, and he "snapped" and held it in the palm of his hand.

Wearing a red belly pocket, holding a red tassel gun, and with a violent and murderous face, it looks like a child, but it looks like a red child who has never taken refuge in Guanyin.

Chu Feng held a long sword in his hand and fought with it to one place.

"Dangdangdang—"

For a while, the momentum swept in the field, the wind howled, and the sound of gold and iron intersecting was endless, and the body of the gun collided with the blade of the sword, blooming a brilliant spark.

But even though the ghost baby's strength is extraordinary, it has gradually fallen into a disadvantage, and it seems to be weak and unsustainable.

On the other hand, Chu Feng's figure was as agile and chic as a clear wind and clouds, and the sword momentum was endless, turning into a silver afterimage. The shadows of the sword crisscrossed and turned into a web of death.

Each sword slashed at the ghost baby, dimming its purple-red flames by two points.

Chu Feng's expression was calm, and he was not surprised at all by such a situation.

After all, Lu Zu was a generation of heavenly masters before he became an immortal, and he was the best at killing demons and eliminating demons, and his divine power had the power to destroy evil, and he innate restrained all demons and monsters. And as one of the most prestigious sword immortals in China, how can this kind of swordsmanship that fits the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth be comparable to that of a ghost baby?

But Wencai was dumbfounded, and muttered: "It's also to ask God to possess the body, why is the senior brother so powerful, but I'm not handsome for three minutes?"

Seeing that the flames of the ghost infant dissipated and staggered backwards, Chu Feng even recited a mysterious incantation, erected the sword in front of him, and wiped the sword body with two fingers: "The fairy sword is out of the sheath!"

"Qiang—"

In the sound of Qing Yue's sword, the long sword in his hand was actually divided into nine, unfolding like a screen like a fan, and it was brilliant.

Chu Feng was full of righteousness, as if the Heavenly Master had descended to earth, he let go and pinched his sword finger, pointed in front of him, and shouted with a solemn face: "Go!"

The nine long swords spun into brilliant wheels of light in an instant, emitting a sharp sonic boom that pierced the eardrums, sweeping towards the ghost baby......