On the east side of the Wind Valley, it is customarily called the East Valley, and the clansmen living in the side line of the Feng Clan, because of the mediocre qualifications of the side lineage, have always relied on the support of the lineage for cultivation, but they are not satisfied with their share, and they think very highly of themselves. Since the disappearance of Feng Shu, the young master of Wind Valley, Feng Mo is weak and vulnerable, the old man Feng can only open and close his eyes to the side system, and the tails of Donggu and others are about to rise to the sky, almost holding Yuan Yao like the future valley master.

Today's East Valley is silent, no longer as bustling as in the past, and even the bellflowers on the side of the road hang their heads, revealing a strange dead silence.

"Stop!" Feng Mo motioned to a few elders, "Wait for the illusion to collapse, the demons will definitely stand on their backs, Feng Jian listens to the order, and the disciples of the Imperial Valley Division form a sword formation, and the other elders, protect Feng Shun, if I have an accident, Feng Shun will temporarily replace the valley master!"

The wind sword quickly gathered the disciples together, forming a sword array, and the immortal qi wrapped everyone, like a dark iron armor, Feng Mo rose into the air, urging the three spars into mist, and shrouded the entire Donggu with immortal energy, the side of the Donggu emitted a black light, and a huge illusion was highlighted, and the figures inside were swaying, "Break!" Feng Mo roared, and the black enchantment instantly collapsed, and there were black and suppressed demons standing opposite, although they occupied the body of the Wind Valley Medicine Boy, but now they unabashedly released their magic power, black gas surged above their heads, and their pupils also emitted blood-colored light.

"Bang lala......" I saw the scarlet demonic qi spit out from the mouth of the demons, and there was a faint flash of golden light inside, "Puff puff puff ......" A fishy demonic qi spewed out from the opposite side, straight to the door in front of Feng Mo and others, "Out of the sword!" Feng Mo roared, only to see the overwhelming air sword penetrate the black fog, collide with the golden light inside, and make a terrible sound, Feng Mo saw this, twisted his fingers and sealed, "Ride the wind and waves!" urged the sword array to approach the demons, and soon the demons in the front row fell to the ground one after another, and the black fog gradually retreated.

A black figure rose into the air, and the black and smelly wind rushed straight to Feng Mo, pressing Feng Mo's scalp numb, Feng Mo hurriedly turned sideways, twisted his fingers, popped out blood beads, and formed a sword formation, "Wind sword, sword formation!" Feng Mo roared, a new wave of sword formations, led by Feng Mo's blood sword, penetrated the black figure, and rushed towards the demons behind him, and a large piece of black figure fell down, the black figure, changing shape, dodging the knife formation, and actually arrived in front of Feng Mo, Feng Mo hurriedly formed a sword formation, pounced, and found that the person opposite had the same face as Mo Qianchen, and the movements on his hands slowed down.

"It's not good! It's an illusion!" Feng Mo remembered that Huoyu Mountain had used tartary buckwheat flower dew for everyone in the small courtyard in the middle of the mountain, and there was clearly no bitter buckwheat flower smell on this person's body! The sword formation behind Feng Mo also slowed down, and the disciples of the Migu Division became hesitant, and their divine consciousness was chaotic, "Be careful of the illusion, the demons on the other side, don't be deceived!" Several elders hurriedly formed a knot of pure hearts, and the disciples of the Migu Division who were in a trance woke up like a dream, and hurriedly urged the sword array to cooperate with Feng Mo.

"Who gave you the spar!" The black body affected the hoarse and ugly voice, "Feng Mo, today is either you dead or I live!"

"Immortal Demon Divergent Path, you have mutilated my Wind Valley Clan, and today you will definitely be paid for with blood!" Feng Mo urged the immortal power, twisted his fingers and popped out a few essence blood, "Immortal Demon Path, Twist Your Fingers, and pop a few essence blood, "Immortal Demon Path, ......Twisted Blood, Twisted into a Bloodm, The cloak of the man in black was eroded by the blood mist, revealing a hidden face, full of scars, twisted into a ball, very terrifying.

A mouthful of black blood spurted out of the black-clothed mouth, "The sky is going to kill me!"

Feng Mo looked at him lightly, "You are not worthy, I will hand you over to Ji Qiyan, so that you can't survive or die!"

The black-clothed man's face turned cold, the fanatical look in his eyes instantly faded, and he collapsed to the ground, his mouth still cursed strongly, "You won't be so lucky forever! Your so-called immortal cultivators, as long as there is a trace of greed, will definitely be doomed, hahahahaha! You will die in their hands sooner or later, just like a thousand years ago, ahhahahaha!" Spit out another mouthful of black blood, panting, skeleton-like fingers, pointing at Feng Mo, and then put it down.

"Elder Wind Sword, arrange to clean up the East Valley and seal it forever! this person has tied him up, I will return to the Demon Realm and let them clean up the portal by themselves!" Feng Mo arranged.

"It's three days coming!" "Ji Qi Yan sat on the ancient pine tree, the breeze blew the pine waves, it was very beautiful, Ji Qi Yan looked at the wind valley, "Yue'er, you will not be gone, I can't wait!"

"I'm here!" Feng Mo wore a crimson Tencel robe, his face became more and more ruddy, his plump arms, white as jade, only a single screw bun was simply knotted, and a white jade bead was inserted to fly into the sky, and two white jade fell on his ears, swaying and swaying, his face was as bright as a full moon, and he was radiant.

Ji Qi Yan narrowed his eyes, leaned lazily against Gu Song, stretched out his hand, and Feng Mo sat beside him, "I brought a gift for Brother Qi!"

Feng Mo pointed to the black shadow under the tree, "Thank you Yue'er!" Ji Qiyan smiled, waved his hand heartily, and the black figure disappeared instantly, "Then please Yue'er hurry up and invite me to a big meal!"

With a wave of his hand, the two of them were already in the illusion of a small courtyard in the middle of the mountain, the waterfall outside the window of the tea room was pouring down, and the pottery stove on the tea table was still boiling black plum soup, Feng Mo took out the Qiankun bag prepared by Aunt Ling, and took out the food from it, "This is the wine I brewed myself when I was recuperating!" Feng Mo took out a few bottles of wine.

"I know, Peach Blossom Brew!" said in a low voice, picking up a bottle and pouring it into his mouth, "It still tastes like that!"

"When have you ever drunk it?" Feng Mo looked at Ji Qiyan curiously, watched his throat move, and poured a mouth full of peach blossom brew into his stomach, which was extremely hearty.

Ji Qiyan put down the wine bottle and touched Feng Mo's head, "In the previous small courtyard in the middle of the mountain, I didn't do a lot of coolies, peach blossoms, pear blossoms, and apricot blossoms, which ones were not planted by me, and even your winemaking was done by me, oops, pity me!"

Feng Mo sneered, "The dignified young master of the Demon Realm, how can you pretend to be pitiful?"

Ji Qiyan took the bean roll, stuffed it in his mouth and ate it, "Although it wasn't made by you, but after passing through your hands, it was indeed delicious!"

Feng Mo looked at the hearty and clean man opposite, the strings in his heart seemed to be plucked, his chest beat violently, and he quickly poured a cup of black plum soup and poured it down.

Ji Qiyan ate the bean rolls, the corners of his mouth rose, pretending not to see Feng Mo's embarrassment, and opened a bottle of peach blossom brew and drank it, just as a gust of wind blew outside the window, and a good smell of bitter orange blossoms came to his nose, Feng Mo greedily smelled the bitter orange blossoms, "It smells so good!"

Killing Qi Qi pulled his own clothes, "Well, it smells good, this is the bitter orange blossom dew you made for me, I can use it sparingly!"

Feng Mo didn't expect it to be the smell of Qi Yan's body, his face suddenly surged up with blood, turned red, grabbed the cup on the table indiscriminately, and poured it into his mouth, "Oops, it's wine!" Feng Mo realized it later, but as a result, his body that was drunk with sticky wine immediately fell to the ground without fighting.