Haoran's sword intent was abundant in heaven and earth, and the figures of the two demon disciples who trespassed into the Futu Temple were astringent. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info this heroic righteousness is even more poisonous to the two. It was like nine heavens and ten earths, and an invisible force was attacking in all directions. It's like your hands and feet are chained and soaked in ice water. Even the normal breathing has become extremely difficult.

Meng Haoran's expression was overwhelming, and he was angry, and Ding Feng could sense the anger hidden in the righteousness of heaven and earth when he stood outside the house. Then Ding Feng noticed the head in Meng Haoran's hand, this head was disheveled, and his face was extremely frightened, he grew a mouth, his eyes kept rolling, and finally he stared at Meng Haoran with slanted eyes. This skull is still alive! It's a living head!

A Liuyang Leader can still survive after leaving the body, and those who have such magical powers are either demonic giants or have fallen into the outer realm. Ding Feng has fought with the Outer Dao, and naturally it can be seen that this head belongs to the latter, Meng Haoran's intention is self-evident, his face is upright, and he is holding a sword: "Where is the disciple of the Outer Dao." ”

The two Demon Dao juniors were shocked and angry, they were the disciples of the Soul Detention Ancestor, and no one dared to treat them like this in the Western Pole! I don't know where a Confucian swordsman dared to be so cruel to them: "The family master detains the Soul Ancestor! If you know each other, let us go quickly! Otherwise, the master will draw the soul and refine the bones, turn them into ghost soldiers, and enslave the generations!"

The two of them are used to being rampant and domineering in the West Pole, and they come and go in the West Pole, and no one is in control at all. They were trapped in a corner, how could they know how powerful Meng Haoran was! Meng Haoran's elbow shook, and a white jade sword light that was like a waterfall flashed in front of the two of them. Then a person felt a burst of warmth on his face, wet and sticky, he didn't dare to brush it off with his hands, but listening to the wailing of his fellow doormen around him, and when he looked at it again, he even had one arm missing, and he suddenly shuddered, how could he dare to say cruel words?

Meng Haoran, as a true disciple of the older generation of the Tongtian Sword Sect, was the last of the four to form a high-grade golden pill, and his method of Confucianism and Taoism was unified, and he formed a 'Haoran Golden Pill'. Although he has the least qualifications, Luo Zhenjun sent him to manage the sect. He also lived up to expectations and managed the Tongtian Sword up and down in an orderly manner. is not sour and corrupt, and his style of action is upright, which has been unanimously praised by the disciples in the door, and even the children of the family have to be convinced.

Meng Haoran has a square temperament, has his own way of doing things, and rarely gets angry. But now he is really angry, this anger shocked Ding Feng, and he didn't know how to go up and talk. Meng Haoran's angry scene has not been seen by many people, Ding Feng is thoughtful, the reason should be from this outsider.

Foreigners and Confucianism are mortal enemies, bitter and bitter. Confucianism takes the eradication of foreign Taoism as its own responsibility, and Meng Haoran got a trace of Haoran righteousness after the death of Confucianism, so he naturally devoted himself to Confucianism and Taoism, chose the right Taoism, and entered the country for thousands of miles. After hearing the news of the outside world in the sect, he gave up all the things of the sect, and resolutely came to the West Pole under the premise of Luo Zhenjun's consent.

Meng Haoran was furious, but his voice was unfazed: "Where is the disciple of the outer way." The words fell on the ears of the two disciples of the Soul Detention Ancestor, and the two of them were terrified when they heard this, trembling, their mouths trembling slightly, and they just wanted to say something. The two of them turned pale together, and their eyes were empty, as if their souls had fallen from mid-air.

The face of the Zen master who practiced closed-mouth meditation tightened, and the voice of the Zen master sounded in Ding Feng's heart: "Be careful, that person is coming!"

Whose voice? What voice?

In an instant, Ding Feng hadn't had any ideas. The abundant Haoran righteousness between heaven and earth dispersed, and the qi of the yin ghost condensed, with a thick and black face, four hooves and ghosts, a single horn bent backwards on the head, and two eyes as big as copper bells. As soon as this strange beast appeared, the heavens and the earth changed color, becoming dim and gloomy, the ghost was whistling, the yin wind was blowing, and Ding Feng even gave birth to the illusion that someone was whispering in his ear.

"Unbeatable!"

"Run, run, run!"

"Go, go, go!"

At that time, Ding Feng had only the thought of escaping in his heart, and at this moment, there was another manifestation of the big demon, and Ding Feng couldn't even think of coping with it, so he reflexively wanted to escape, but when he took root, Ding Feng couldn't take a step.

Ding Feng raised his head slightly, his eyes flashed, and he actually took a step forward: "Have I practiced all these years to the body of a dog?

Thinking about it for a lifetime, the three of God and Qi broke through the shackles of ghosts and ghosts between heaven and earth!

In the midst of the sea of knowledge, the Xuanpao Daoist stepped forward, swiped with one hand, and a sword qi slashed away! The sword qi gourd that had not moved for a long time shook Kailuo Zhenjun's 'Heaven and Earth Treasure Sword Qi' with brute force, and it leaped forward and rose from the back of Ding Feng's head!

The sword intent draws out a side of heaven and earth, and this small world is not allowed to enter the ghost qi and yin qi, among which there is only the sword qi that reaches the sky. Ding Feng was alone with a single sword, and forced a mental barrier. From birth to the present, Ding Feng has experienced all kinds of things. Some things have passed, and they have become mental obstacles silently, and even Ding Feng himself does not know. Guanghan used to be Ding Feng's mental barrier, but now that he is enlightened, Ding Feng understands that the gluttonous demon planted a seed of fear in his heart, as long as he encounters the demon giant, he will unconsciously avoid it.

Meng Haoran was not afraid, and said lightly: "Soul detaining old ghost, are you really not afraid of Luo Zhenjun?"

The ninth layer of the Demon Dao has many supernatural powers, and this Soul Arrest is just one of the ghost bodies of the Soul Arrest Ancestor. At his level, he has incarnated tens of millions, but this ghost path clone alone has six layers of the demon path, which is similar to Meng Haoran's cultivation. Coupled with the gap in the realm, which of the two wins or loses is also the lettering.

The roar of the Soul Detention Ancestor shook the sky, obviously it was an incarnation, but his voice was terrifying: "You little ghost, don't use Luo Lao Ghost to press me! If he wants to come, if this seat doesn't make a move, someone will come to deal with him!" After all, he is not the opponent of Daomen Yuan God like Luo Zhenjun, but he swears that it seems that there is really someone who can be comparable to Luo Zhenjun.

Meng Haoran was about to slash it with a sword, and first broke the doppelganger of the Soul Detention Ancestor. The matter of the outer way has to be solved first, anyway, there is nothing to say from the mouth of this soul-detaining old demon. At this moment, the monks below gathered more and more, and a Zen sound echoed from the depths of the temple. Ding Feng looked back, a hundred zhang Buddha golden body manifested, the treasure was solemn, the golden light was swaying, and the ghosts of heaven and earth were empty.

This golden body wears the crown of the five Buddhas, and sits on the eight-leaf lotus platform! The light of the Buddha is open, and many monks are calming their minds, sitting cross-legged on the ground, and listening to it with their hearts. Ding Feng is the same, his heart is ethereal, a little Buddha light is born from the darkness, and the monks of the Futu Temple recite the "Mantra of the Vajra Realm", and the golden light is covered from the clouds!