With the idea of racing against time, everyone acted with great efficiency.

The old knife was mainly responsible for lifting the ban, the sergeants collected low-quality and unsealed materials, and the two women took advantage of the storage ring to sweep around.

Where a few people passed, there was no grass.

There are three main layers in the Scripture Pavilion, and the secret methods and Taoist techniques in the third layer need to be approved before they can be taken away.

In a hurry, only Wan'er picked one of the red spars, and the others found nothing.

But time is precious, and naturally it can't be wasted on these things.

The girl looked back at the six clusters of light that had remained in place, and without bothering to check what kind of spell she had obtained, she turned around and headed for the next location.

After a long time, the people who took advantage of the chaos to run into the fairy palace found that the rooms were clean and clean, and their faces were pale.

"Young master, we ......" The fingers of a certain clan trembled, and he pointed to the white land, and he was at a loss for a while.

"Idiot!" the annoyed black-shirted young man was worried that he had nowhere to vent his anger, and when he saw him jump out of his own initiative, he slapped him on the head casually, and said angrily, "Of course I caught up!"

"I don't know what the origin of this gang of robbers is, they are so greedy that they don't even leave us a bit of scum!"

"If we don't catch up, won't this trip be in vain?"

The young master gritted his teeth and stared ahead, thinking of the scripture pavilion that didn't even have a bookshelf left, and he actually had some heart palpitations.

This is a mistake against them, and it is really just for the convenience of transportation.

"Chase, chase me! Now they are the biggest opportunity in this fairy palace!"

The surging crowd rushed forward, and six clusters of light of different colors floated silently on the third floor of the attic, and no one cared.

......

The black-gray sword light carried a strong anger and curse, and swept away the people who were about to besiege them.

If Qianqian sees this scene, she will definitely feel familiar.

The peculiar charm contained in that sword light was actually seven points similar to Bai Junxian, the head of the Bai family, before his death!

This black-gray long sword was refined by Su Meng in Chushan Town with his posthumous resentment.

The method used came from the "Heavenly Sword Technique" that he received from Su Li before he was reincarnated in the yang world.

The sword is unparalleled, the Tao is boundless, the obsession is a soldier, the heaven and the earth are a sword, yes, the sword of heaven!

And because of this law, Su Li is also respected by the world as the "Heavenly Sword Immortal Monarch"!

The sword light is chilling, and it is also the power of the general trend of heaven and earth, majestic and vast.

With a sword in his hand, it takes four or five people to block it, and only one person is actually pressing a group of people to fight!

With such ferocity, the little fox crisscrossed the crowd, and his white robe was not stained with any variegation.

Everyone was secretly complaining in their hearts.

Everyone comes from different forces, and they share the consequences for the two "Yin people" who are plotting against each other, and they are already separated from each other, and they have a lot of grievances.

And the strongest tree elder on his side was actually distracted to shoot at them?

"Hey, youkai!" the man in Tsing Yi had a hot temper and couldn't help but ask, "Which side are you?

"Hey, didn't you also say that I was a monster?" the old man blinked, holding back his complaints.

As a generation of earth immortals, if it weren't for the weakness of the demon clan, how could they be so restrained.

With the connivance of the immortals, it is already a tacit secret that the demon clan has entered this realm.

But will they be kind enough to sit back and watch the demon clan become stronger?

The demon king weighed it again and again, and in the end, the only protector demon sent out was Shu Lao.

Only his life-saving means, which are incarnated, can be sure to escape from the hands of the immortals.

As for now, it is really an unexpected joy that the two of them have left the main force of the human race here, how can he take the initiative to break the situation?

Anyway, he didn't dare to fight for anything, so it was better for everyone to stop fighting.

The younger generation of the demon clan didn't come here at all, just scavenged some resources in the periphery and made steady progress.

Shu Lao has personally experienced the changes of many eras, and he understands these doors and doors better than anyone else.

Everyone was angry, but they had no choice but to take this terrifying monster that could turn into a fairy in one step, so they had to persuade Su Meng to take care of the overall situation and kill the demon clan first and then talk about the rest.

The overall situation? Shu Lao didn't panic at all, everyone was a demon clan, and if they didn't work together to slaughter these people, it was already to give face to the immortals. At this moment, he silently watched these young people bloom with lotus flowers and paddle leisurely.

Su Meng had a cold face and didn't say a word.

As he said before, there are two groups of ill-intentioned people hiding in the middle, and if they don't want to beat it well, they really want to fly into the sky and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun.

I saw that he was short enough to dodge the Xuanlei Seal from the little fat man of Chengtianguan, and forced the gray-clothed woman back with his fist, the sword floated in the air, his hands pinched the seal, and a flash of lightning suddenly crossed his silver-white pupils.

"Heavenly Sword: Thunderstorm Falls!"

The long sword travels through the sky, carrying the light of thunder and turning thousands of swords into a rain of swords!

Everyone's eyelids jumped, and each took out a secret treasure to protect his body.

The little fat man, who was slightly weaker, had already exhausted his hole cards, so he had to hold his head and roll all over the ground.

"Senior brother, I was wrong!

......

Look at the group of people in the fairy palace at this time, they have scavenged the fairy grass garden cleanly!

Under the leadership of a person who knew about the ban, everyone let go of themselves, and it can be said that they scraped the ground, and they didn't even let go of the soil that gave birth to fairy grass.

To quote the original words of the old knife, that is the fragrance everywhere in Xianjun's house.

Wan'er glanced at him, suspecting that when he met the Immortal Monarch's dormitory, he could go in and wash it with a cheeky face.

Suddenly remembering that her fox brother was also in the habit of plucking the feathers of this goose, the girl couldn't help covering her face and sighing, and also dug up the soil.

Not to mention, this soil is excellent, and if you are lucky enough to see the slightest fairy light, it is indeed a rare good thing in the world.

At this time, the people who had already looted half of the medicine garden finally heard a commotion in the distance.

"Let's go!" Murong casually put the things on the side into the storage ring, and didn't care whether the storage was proper or not, turned around and rushed towards the arsenal.

The officers and men of the Black Armor Army also knew the consequences of being entangled, and they ran away, and their excellent military qualities were undoubtedly revealed, without any delay.

"They're over there!"

The arrogance of all ethnic groups is in a hurry, but in the previous confrontation with Su Ming, the people with amazing strength have been "special care" by a certain black-hearted fox, that is, the others are also extremely consumed, even if they swallow pills all the way and take medicine, it is difficult to pose an effective threat to these "fat sheep" in front of them.

The arsenal is the place where the soldiers under the command of Xing Xianjun reserve their weapons, and the aura of slaughter is the strongest, and naturally it is also the most dangerous!

It is said that the fierce soldiers have spirits, and under the nourishment of thousands of years of aura, the blades that have fought with the Immortal Monarch in all directions and traveled to various states are not to be underestimated.

As soon as the old knife pushed open the door, he couldn't help but tighten the string in his heart to the extreme.

After years of ups and downs in the rivers and lakes, he has never felt so dangerous, and even the body that has been tempered by thunder has become extremely sluggish under that oppression!

"It's a soldier's soul!" Xuan Lie looked at the cold light in front of him and exclaimed.

"Big brother, there are pursuers behind. The bald head wants to cry without tears, "Think of a way!"

Relying on the advantage of memory inheritance, he was once full of a sense of superiority in this secret realm, but he didn't expect to let his guard down a little and bring everyone into the Jedi!

At this time, the chagrin in his heart can be imagined.

"Rush!" Xuan Lie said succinctly, without the slightest panic on Fang Zheng's face, "As long as they are also captured by the soldiers' souls, we still have hope of survival." ”

"Good. The old knife gritted his teeth and took a few steps forward under pressure, "It was my lack of thought that caused everyone to fall into such a situation, if there is danger, my palace!"

Anyway, he is also a dignified master, although he can't erase the inferiority complex of being born in the rivers and lakes, but his strength is actually not bad.

The voices of the pursuers drew closer, and the sense of oppression in the arsenal grew stronger as they advanced.

Are you going to die here?

Faintly, a sigh came from nowhere, as if the general trend had gone, and the destiny of heaven was difficult to violate.

Are you willing?