The immortal's eyes rolled and said: "It is also your Penglai immortal, who was originally a descendant of Yuyang Xishan, and later went to Penglai to practice." Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info a fairy surnamed Di. ”

When Di Moyu heard it, she couldn't help but be overjoyed and said, "My name is Di Moyu." There are indeed a few disciples from Yuyang Xishan who come to Penglai to practice, but as far as I know, I am the only one with the surname Di. "It's a pity that this originally clever young man, the road he took was originally in the direction of Yuyang West Mountain. And when he started to clean up those little devils, he had already reported his home, but he was designed by this villain with ulterior motives.

The immortal also happily exclaimed: "I see, no wonder I felt very kind when I saw the little immortal envoy you." After saying that, he stood up and bent down and bowed, handed over the jade flute with both hands and said, "Please accept it from the little immortal envoy, after I return to Tianlun Fairyland, I will report to my family Xingjun in detail." ”

Di Moyu was already sick, and now she was even more excited and dizzy. I immediately accepted it. The immortal envoy couldn't help but smile when he looked at Di Moyu's demeanor. He also said a mental method for Di Moyu to write down, and also told him that the first time he used it, it was the most critical. You must find a place with great spiritual power to practice, so that you can use this magic weapon in the future. If you only absorb a little spiritual power the first time, this jade flute will not be able to be used by you to exert more power.

Those words were really nonsense, but the poor young self still remembered them one by one, and he didn't dare to slack off in the slightest. I didn't care about going home to visit relatives, and after the two said goodbye, Di Moyu endured the headache that was still buzzing and went back.

The excitement along the way finally returned to Penglai, thinking that this time the spiritual power has increased greatly, and he will definitely be able to get his wish and worship under the door of Cheying Immortal Monarch. My heart was pounding, and the sky was about to get dark.

But he could no longer hold back the restlessness of his heart. Fang Cai was thinking about where the spiritual power was strongest all the way. The words "Eleventh Heaven" popped up back and forth in my head. But I still remember the fairy rules of Penglai in my heart, if I don't worship at the sacrifice, I can't fly to the eleventh heaven without permission. Maybe it was the buzzing headache that upset him, or the desire to get ahead, hey...... It must have been the flute that had occupied his entire mind at this time.

A turned-over Di Moyu walked out of the disciple's room and flew to the eleventh heaven alone. But it seemed to be dragged by spiritual power all the way to the depths of the thick fog. The scorching air made Di Moyu soaked with sweat, but her body gradually relaxed. Then he sat on the spot, took out his flute, and recited the mental method word for word. When the lightning flashed and thundered, Di Moyu seemed to be grabbed by someone's hand, raised the flute high, emitted bursts of black gas, and began to absorb the spiritual power all over the ground.

This spiritual power seemed to disappear after being inhaled by the flute, and it did not enter the body of Di Moyu at all. Di Moyu suddenly panicked, and wanted to withdraw, but he was indeed unable to move. When I was wondering, I suddenly felt that the sky trembled, and a sword "poof" stabbed head-on. The sword wind was magnificent, and it actually dispersed several feet of dense fog around it.

Di Moyu couldn't move at all, and if he died right now, he would also die in the clouds.

I can only hear "Stay alive!" The two words were accompanied by a powerful fairy spirit gushing out, rushing forward. At that moment of a thousand even shots, hitting the sharp blade of the sword, another flying body lifted Di Moyu into the air.

After all, it was too late, and there were a few people who could shake the blade of the Xuanhuang Sword. I only felt a tingling sensation in my back, and then a hot pain instantly spread throughout my body. Although he didn't touch the blade of the sword, he was burned on his back by the sword qi.

Cheying Immortal Jun put down Di Moyu, kowtowed to the ground, and only said: "Penglai Cheying, take the disciple to thank the Divine Venerable Sword for mercy." ”

"Such wicked people who steal spiritual power cannot be kept." I could only hear a sharp reproach from the depths of the mist.

"Shenzun, the erector is young, and I hope that Shenzun will be gracious." Cheying Immortal Jun kowtowed a few more times and said, "Why don't you leave him alive and send him to the hell of the Immortal Family, and let him fend for himself." At this time, Di Moyu could only vaguely hear some conversations, but they were not real. It's just that the words "self-fend for themselves" burst into my ears, as if I fell into the ice cave in an instant, and I could never go ashore again. The panic in his stomach seems to have forgotten even the pain around him.

There was a sense of indifference in the clouds, and then the words came out: "He has broken through this disaster today, and he has left a catastrophe for future generations, and it is useless to punish him again." That's it, that's it! ”

Poor Di Moyu saved his life, but he was expelled from Penglai the next day, and he was beaten into the nightmare ghost realm with an injury.

Even though he knelt in front of the temple all night with a wound in tow, no one dared to plead. It was only in the morning that he understood everything, and the so-called immortal he met was indeed the holy envoy in front of the Wild Demon Domain, Taixuzi. He put away his demonic energy, transformed his appearance, and covered himself with a faint immortal qi, which was only enough to last for an hour. After the hour passed, the demonic qi could not be stopped, and it was naturally exposed. I didn't expect that Di Moyu to be so easy to deceive. However, that jade flute is really the magic weapon of Taibai Xingjun, and it was indeed obtained by that Taixuzi. He had already practiced and wrapped his demonic nature on the jade flute, as long as he recited the heart method, he could manipulate the jade flute in the air to suck out the fairy spirits and send them to the demon lord Xieyi's spirit pot for him to use in his Taoist practice.

The little bird watched as Di Moyu pulled the flute out of his arms, but stopped making a sound. A pair of eyebrows twisted together, bowing his head in contemplation. She suddenly felt a little inexplicable distress in her heart, unconsciously stretched out her hand to caress Di Moyu's shoulder, raised her face and asked, "Moyu, what's wrong with you?" ”

A soft "Moyu" pulled Di Moyu back from his memories, and raised his eyes to see the face of the little bird raised high, the soft light in his eyes, is it the spring water that melts from the height of the snow-capped mountain, or the gentleness boiled out of time? It's so heart-wrenching. can be watched like this at this time, why care about the past. His heart rippled slightly, and a pair of eyebrows gradually relaxed. Stretched out his hand and patted the little hand on his left shoulder and said, "It's nothing, I'm thinking that it would be nice if I could go out, I want to take you to see outside." The little bird was stunned and said, "Yes! It would be nice if Xiao Han could go out. Bian withdrew his hand.

Xiao Han stood up and let the little bird sit down on the wooden bench and said, "Sister Xiao Yu, don't worry, it's just a little ball of demonic energy, it's been so long, it's okay!" ”

Qu Lingfeng picked up the fruit tea and said, "Ziyao and I have already figured out a way to get out, but there is still one thing missing. As he spoke, he looked at Bai Xuyu and continued: "The cosmic desolate bag that Xiao Bai has seen. ”

"The Flood Desolate Chaos Bag is in the hands of the Demon Emperor of the outside world, won't we be able to get out?" Bai Xuyu just said the word Demon Emperor, and he felt that the hatred in his heart was rushing to the top of his head, and one more word would smash the wooden table in front of him.

"Naturally, I know, so Lao Qu and I have been trying to practice the magic weapon we want, but we haven't succeeded yet." Zhang Ziyao said.

Everyone was silent, only Xiao Han stood up, stood on the white snow, stretched out his hands and stretched out a long lazy waist. Said leisurely: "It's very good here, and it doesn't make much difference if you can't get out." ”