Zheng Mo supported the ground with his palms and stood up suddenly, as if he could shoot out the depression in his heart together. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Ah Mo, don't be impatient, you can only affect the aura in the surrounding environment like this, and you can't help Seventeen Lang in the slightest. ”

Lu Zhan opened his mouth to persuade him, and he also regretted it in his heart, but at this time, Wang Mei had already begun to expel the poison for a long time, and no matter what they said, it was already too late.

"I can feel the yin qi gathering around me, the lord should have started to expel the poison, don't move around, disturb the lord's cultivation. ”

The bewitching voice of the wind snake carried Wang Mei's unique condensation at this time, so cold that Zheng Mo's feet that were originally pacing in place could no longer step out.

He stared fiercely at the already condensed soul body of the wind python, but it was useless at all, the wind python still stood with his shoulders crossed and stood beside the tiger face who had been silent since he appeared, and did not respond to him with a single look. Only the slightly upturned corners of her lips revealed her good mood at this time.

Zheng Mo was extremely angry, but he was helpless. He glared at the wind python fiercely, as if he could vent his anger in this way, but no matter how he "sent autumn waves to anger", the wind python's expression did not change a little more.

Finally, just as the sunset color dyed the sky red again, Wang Mei exhaled slowly, and his closed eyes opened again.

"Ah Mei?"

"Seventeen?"

"Lord!"

"How are you?"

Looking at the nervous and concerned faces in front of him, Wang Mei smiled from the bottom of his heart:

"Fortunately, I was not dishonored. ”

As soon as the four words came out, Wang Mei felt that the air around him was relaxed, and Zheng Mo even looked up to the sky and laughed, "I know that Wang Seventeen is the material that has left a disaster for thousands of years! Haha!"

Wang Meifeng's eyes froze, and the eyes that looked at Zheng Mo were like knives that delayed the carried away Zheng Moling - if you can't say it, don't say it, the truth that comes out of her mouth is the truth, do you want her to teach him again?

was cut by Wang Mei's eye knife, Zheng Mo's expression that was still laughing wildly just now was frozen in place, and he stood in place embarrassedly, his face flushed.

His rare look of embarrassment immediately caused the rest of the crowd to laugh. Seeing that the nervousness and fatigue of the past few days had all dissipated in this smile, the embarrassed Zheng Mo also showed a hidden smile in his eyes.

In the following days, Wang Mei removed the yang poison from his body while absorbing the yang poison in Lu Zhan's body and the three of them. This process is much less laborious than her clearing her own yang poison.

There is no other reason, although the yang poison of Zheng Mo and the others is also attached to the meridians, Wang Mei can control the extreme yin qi to sweep over it, directly bring it back to his meridians, and then devour and transform.

In addition, the yang poison in several of them is not as complex as Wang Mei, and it does not have such a strong adsorption power, which also makes Wang Mei feel extremely relaxed in the process of sucking out the yang poison during their reign.

In this way, half a month passed like a white horse, and it disappeared in an instant.

On this day, when Wang Mei and the others had just finished breathing and were about to explore Chaos Island, a sharp voice like a birdsong came into the bushes:

"The thieves from outside! I would have known that you were hiding here! Those who knew each other should come out quickly and be killed! The people of the province would burn the forest and slaughter trees, and be killed indiscriminately!"

Several people glanced at each other, and they all knew in their hearts that they were still coming. Somehow, instead of being worried and afraid, Wang Mei faintly felt a sense of excitement in his heart—could this Chaos Island Lord finally be unable to hold back?

It's just that before Wang Mei got up, the red shadow around him flashed, and then he heard Zheng Mo's mocking voice sound outside:

"I thought it was a famous general, but it turned out to be just a flat-haired white eagle (Note 1, the same sound as "night"), no wonder it was so ugly. ”

With that, he rubbed his body and went up, and a giant sword danced so that the sand and gravel flew up, and he immediately fought with the other party.

The owner of the sharp voice was so angry by Zheng Mo's words that he vomited blood, and said, "Xiao Xiao dare!" and sent out a string of wind blades, vowing to take the head of this boy with wild words.

The battle was fierce in front, but Wang Mei in the rear calmed down a little. The one in front must be one of the thirteen officials of the Three Princes, Nine Secretaries, and Thirteen Officials in Shen Dark Cloud's exchange of information, right?

It seems that this Chaos Island is indeed a mixture of fish and dragons, and all kinds of cultivators gather, as if it is a copy of the world outside.

And the Three Princes and Nine Qings, from the Great Han, could it be that this island owner is also related to the Great Han? In the end, is the stunning woman that day the owner of Chaos Island? And what does she mean by saying that she is that variable?

While thinking about it, she was not slow in her hand, and the huge tiger-faced clock behind her had already appeared with the bell hammer in her hand.

Since absorbing those yang poisons, the yin and yang qi in her body has been filled again, and even those excess yang qi have been tempered into extreme yang qi by the extreme yin qi. Replenished all her previous losses.

This also makes the tiger face clock more and more clear and huge. The original tiger-faced clock was only one person tall, but today's tiger-faced clock has become a behemoth three zhang wide and two zhang high.

Today's tiger clock frames are becoming larger and more hideous, and the bronze clock faces glow with black and white. She waited with bated breath and was not in a hurry to make a move, Zheng Mo had her own pride, and Wang Mei would not rashly intervene in her battle before he asked for help.

The wind and sand in the field were filled, and the pure Jun sword was full of swords, and it was obvious that the two were fighting inseparably.

"Amo's swordsmanship has improved again. ”

Lu Zhan stood beside Wang Mei, looking at the intractable one person and one demon in front of him, and rarely appreciated Zheng Mo's cultivation.

"That's natural, he has now entered the late stage of foundation building, and it is more than enough to deal with such a demon cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building. ”

"You still have to beware of the means of demon cultivation, many big demons have natural skills, and I don't know what special talent the white eagle has. ”

Lu Zhan was obviously more aware of the differences between the cultivators of the various sects than Wang Mei. At this time, I can't help but worry.

"It can silence the voice. ”

The one who spoke was the wind python who had been paying attention to the battle situation. Her red lips were pursed at this time, and her snake eyes were red at the ends, with a sinister aura. She was originally the soul of the great demon Bai Zhen, even if she turned to a ghost cultivator now, it still did not affect her understanding of the various big demons.

The white eagle is also an ancient demon beast, and its natural skill is to make people hoarse, and the cultivator's talisman spell seal must be released by reciting the spell, and one of the syllables is wrong, which will make the spell invalid.

Zheng Mo's spell is a combination of a brief description and a spell seal, if Bai Yu breaks his spell, it is equivalent to breaking half of his cultivation, even if he is a small level higher than Bai Yu's cultivation, and has less than half of the means, it will inevitably be difficult to win.

Thinking of this, the red lips of the wind python pursed a little tighter.

"Don't worry, Amo will be fine. ”

Wang Mei's voice seemed to be assured, and the wind python was stunned when she heard this, and turned her head to look at Wang Mei, but the other party had already refocused her attention on the battlefield in front of her, as if what she had just said was just her auditory hallucination.