"Come back, hurry to Moluo Lake now, don't get involved in those things"

After Qin Feng saw the changes in the battlefield, he decisively gave up beating the water dogs, let the demon cultivators and the divine cultivators fight fiercely, shouted a word, and went straight to Moluo Lake with Juniper

The chaotic battle between the demon cultivator and the divine cultivator is still continuing, the dragon blood knight and the Mai swordsman are gradually getting closer, and the original attacker has now become the defender, but obviously in the face of the fierce impact of the demon clan, the defense of the divine cultivator seems to be a little fragile.

So all kinds of magic runes came out one after another, just to delay the speed of the three demons to annihilate them as much as possible, and wait for the arrival of reinforcements.

No matter what the battle situation was over there, it had nothing to do with Qin Feng and Juniper, because they had already boarded the pontoon boat where the snails were gathering at this moment, driving the flames to lead the snails straight to the Xué Tomb in the center of Moluo Lake.

When driving the flames to travel on the surface of Moluo Lake, Qin Feng couldn't help but look at the colorful water waves all over the lake, watching the wisps of clouds fall from the sky into the water waves, while these little monsters under his feet could float freely in the lake, and couldn't help but think of the purpose of the demon cultivator's trip, to collect the depraved glow.

"There are so many magical things about the Spiritual Void Realm, but what kind of depraved glow can indeed be done. ”

Juniper naturally didn't know Qin Feng's thoughts, but he was also very interested in the water of Moluo Lake, but the two of them had different ideas, and slowly drove towards the Xué Tomb in the middle of the lake relatively speechlessly.

At first, it was the size of a baby, but when it reached adulthood, it was almost the size of a full-grown sheep. But after his death, he left only a one-foot-long skeleton, which is really unimaginable.

In particular, this foot-long skeleton has been confronted by a skeleton cemetery with a radius of dozens of zhang for many years, floating quietly on Moluo Lake, like a small island. I don't know how many generations this has passed, how many snail beasts have alternated life and death, and generations have changed.

But after many years, there is more to this place than just a dead silence of piles of bones. Because of the dust and sand scattered in the clouds, some tenacious plants and trees have embellished this place very beautifully, accompanied by the surrounding colorful lake, as if there are signs of a pure land outside the world.

However, the immortals and monsters that came one after another only made this trip for the green cloth coffin, and they would not cherish this resting place of the dead at all.

After Qin Feng and Juniper boarded one after another, Juniper immediately glanced around, only to see that a cyan light curtain had already stretched out not far away, as if a jìn area had been drawn in the center of the island.

Behind the cyan light curtain, there were faintly flashes of various streamers, and Juniper suddenly said a little anxiously

"Hurry up, the coffin tomb (xué) of Qingbu has already been climbed first"

After hearing this, Qin Feng suddenly covered his stomach and said with an ugly face

"No, no, I seem to have eaten the wrong thing, a little upset"

"Isn't it?At your level, it seems that you have only eaten once in a long time, and even if you don't enter the Gathering Spirit Realm, you won't have a stomach trouble because you eat the wrong thing, right?"

Juniper's words instantly punctured Qin Feng's lies, and even the little loach couldn't help but sneer

"You're really good enough, and you're not an ordinary man, how can you have a bad stomach?

Qin Feng is so depressed, it turns out that when he wants to retreat from the battlefield in battle, this reason (tǐng) works, why is it not effective when he reaches the immortal cultivation realm

"Immortal cultivators are also human, they can also get sick, right? I can't make a stomach, I just have a stomachache, I need to find a place to make it convenient." ”

"This reason is so novel, can Hu Daoyou stop making trouble?"

Juniper wouldn't believe Qin Feng's nonsense at all, after cultivating for so many years, his physique had long been invasive, and he was sick? It was pure nonsense, he had never seen a monk who died of illness at all. It's just that Juniper vaguely feels that Qin Feng seems to have some kind of secret that he doesn't want to be discovered by himself, but the more this happens, the more curious Juniper becomes.

"Speechless, is it so hard to tell a lie?"

Qin Feng scratched his ears and cheeks a little, and wanted to casually panic and let that juniper take the first step, but he didn't expect him to be a little unreliable in this panic, and the little loach was still talking about the wind and cold

"Xiao Fengzi, is there something wrong with Xiuxian Xiu's brain, take the time to take your pulse, the ancestral old Chinese medicine specializes in treating all kinds of incurable diseases and infertility. ”

"On the side of death, can you not make trouble, hurry up and think of a reason to let this guy Juniper get out of the way early, let's find a way to collect the depraved glow that the demon cultivator said, it always feels like it can be of great use." ”

"Cut, you said it earlier, as for making up such a nonsense lie, is it embarrassing? You might as well do it~~"

After Qin Feng heard the little loach's idea, he couldn't help but be dumbfounded

"Why do I think your is even more unreliable?"

Juniper looked at Qin Feng, whose face was uncertain, and he was also wondering what the hell this guy was doing?

At this moment, Qin Feng's body suddenly shook, and it seemed that his stomach didn't hurt for some reason, I saw him take two deep breaths, his eyes closed slightly, and he said as if he was drunk

"I can feel the uneasiness of those undead in the air, especially the beautiful scenery, so I want to make a poem to comfort the undead here, I hope our arrival here (rì) does not disturb them~~"

"What are you doing? Poetry, Hu Daoyou, are you okay?"

Juniper saw that Qin Feng was still making a fuss in his clumsy performance just now, and now he began to play with the poet (qíng) again, and the rhythm of the change before and after simply made Juniper feel like a cloud, and he always felt that he was drunk, and now all he sees is an illusion.

"An island in the colorful water, white bones are piled up and floating on the lake, and they come to help people in a daze, and they are shaving for a while. At first glance, it looks very noisy, but why are the undead disturbed and coming to rob it? There is a bird in the coffin?"

Listening to Qin Feng's self-proclaimed poetry, Juniper suddenly felt the black lines in his head

"There's a bird in the coffin?What the hell are you doing here?What the hell are you talking about~~"

Just as Juniper was completely shocked and speechless by Qin Feng's extremely vulgar limerick poem, Qin Feng peeked at Juniper, and then said with a smile

"Sure enough, it's a spring of thought, it's really a good poem, a good poem, why don't you have a poem?"

When Juniper heard this, he immediately felt nauseous and wanted to vomit, especially looking at Qin Feng's unremitting strength to meet friends with his words, Juniper really couldn't hold on

"Hu Daoyou, you can just let me go, don't bring such a disgusting person, say goodbye!"

After Juniper finished speaking, he went straight to the land of Qingguang (jìn).

"I'll go, that's okay?"

Looking at the disgusted juniper, Qin Feng smiled helplessly, but as soon as he finished laughing, he suddenly scolded loudly

"Little loaches, little butterflies, little bastards, you have to spit out and spit out, don't mess around in Lao Tzu (shēn)?"

The little loach felt that he was a little self-inflicted, and originally just wanted Qin Feng to put some elegant poetry and shame Juniper, so that he felt that he had no place to leave on his own.

Who knew that Qin Feng, an uneducated bastard, didn't listen to the exquisite Tang poems he provided to him at all, and he improvised a broken (bī) limerick poem that made people extremely disgusting, and the little loach felt a burst of egg pain when he heard it, and he was also sick to his stomach

Qin Feng saw that his goal had been achieved, and he didn't dwell on the process, but smug that he was now a cultural person, and he had his own original works.

I saw him summon his own ghost spirit (shēn) again

"Erfengzi hurried out to work, maybe there will be a fight in a while, don't be lazy"

After finishing speaking, Er Fengzi flashed a little lazily, but his face was full of unwillingness (qíng), and he always felt that Qin Feng was too uncle, and he summoned himself when he had something big, which was no different from calling a minion.

I saw that the pot was empty, and took out the two treasures Kun Miao bowl and purple fish pot seized from the demon cultivator from the Qiankun bracelet.

Qin Feng casually threw the black Kun Miao bowl and the purple fish pot with purple scales to Er Fengzi

"You have absorbed so much demonic energy, just enough to drive these two treasures, according to the method that the little loach searched, try to collect some fallen magic light!"

After Qin Feng finished speaking, he attached his hands behind his back, waiting for Er Fengzi's performance to start like an uncle watching a play.

At the moment when Kun Miao's bowl and purple fish pot landed in Er Fengzi's palm, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he seemed to be very happy with these two magic cultivation treasures, and after hearing Qin Feng's words, he just nodded, and then began to drive the two magic weapons.

The black flame between Erfengzi's palms slowly rose, which contained a lot of demonic energy, and as the demonic energy rolled into the two demonic cultivation weapons, Erfengzi began to refine the two demonic weapons, so as to turn them into his own paste (shēn) magic weapons.

"Erfengzi is really getting fatter and fatter, fusing the blood Luonu, and collecting the Rakshasa fire and black fire beads, and having the black blazing fire. Now with these two magic weapons, it is even richer than Benhou, and it is indeed time to restrain it properly. ”

Qin Feng quietly watched as Er Fengzi slowly erased the original imprint of the two magic weapons, and then relied on the black blazing fire to integrate into his own imprint. After the time of a stick of incense, Kun Miao's bowl and purple fish pot have become Erfengzi's magic weapons.

"Alright, let's start your show. Qin Feng gave an order, and Er Fengzi began to urge the two magic weapons to rise slowly

Just as Kun Miao's bowl and purple fish pot rose above the water of Moluo Lake, the two magic weapons shook at the same time, as if they had been subjected to some special force and suddenly fell down at a rapid speed

Qin Feng saw that the two magic weapons that were finally obtained fell into the lake of decline so silently, and couldn't help tiptoeing and wanted to scold Er Fengzi, but fortunately, the little loach reminded him at the critical moment

"Calm must be calm, you can't be too harsh on Erfengzi, otherwise (bī) will make him resentful, but it won't be fun. ”

Qin Feng forcibly suppressed the fire, and after seeing Er Fengzi turn around in place a few times in a hurry, he immediately bent down suddenly, and the black blazing fire between his palms suddenly turned into a heavy fist and smashed on the pile of beast bones of the snail beast.

It didn't matter if he smashed it, he only heard a burst of "whooping" screams coming from inside the pile of beast bones, and Qin Feng felt dizzy and his limbs weak as soon as he heard it

"What (qíng) situation, so dizzy!"

Qin Feng hurriedly raised his hand, and the Phantom Dragon Halberd flashed immediately, so that he was able to hold on to the Phantom Dragon Halberd and not fall down

"Huh!

The little loach suddenly sighed in surprise, but Qin Feng didn't bother to pay attention to him, just held the Phantom Dragon Halberd to watch Dao Erfengzi picked out the two snail horns on the head of the snail beast from the pile of beast bones that had been smashed open.

As Erfengzi's black flame burned the two snail horns, a slight crack began to appear, and there were bursts of "whoop" screams, but at this moment Qin Feng was ready, although there were still bursts of dizziness, but it was not as strong as it was at the beginning.

Erfengzi calmly (cāo) indulged in the black blazing fire, and did not seem to react at all, only to see the two snail horns finally turned into pieces under the barbecue of the black blazing fire

Erfengzi lifted all the fragments of the snail horn high in his hand, and those fragments floated with the wind to the sky above Moluo Lake, which happened to be the place where the two magic weapons fell.

I saw that the glow in mid-air immediately intertwined carefully around all the fragments, and then silently merged into all the fragments of the snail horn.