God!

The spirit mustard grass, which was almost worthless in their eyes, actually had this effect.

So, everyone rushed to dig up the spirit mustard grass.

Chu Yunfeng, who had never been close to Qingqiao, couldn't help it, and hurriedly went up to grab it.

With the protection of the spirit mustard grass, everyone is no longer afraid that the Fuqing Lady will become a yin ghost woman. Look at each other, and there will be no more danger.

A quarter of an hour later, the old woman turned into a paper figure without accident.

The disciples of the three major sects pointed at the female venerable of Fuqing.

Soon, Zhu Baizhou used sharp means to kill Uncle Suzhi, and freed his hands to deal with Fuqing Nuzun together.

"Hahaha!

The Fuqing Female Venerable suddenly laughed, but the voice in her mouth had changed, and she was no longer the Fuqing Female Venerable before.

The hearts of the people sank.

The really tricky characters are coming!

"Who are you?"

Uncle Tai Jianchen held the spirit sword in his hand and was very vigilant.

This woman is so weird!

"Who am I?"

"Fuqing Female Venerable" asked herself, as if she had fallen into a distant memory.

"If you don't ask, I'll almost forget. ”

"Feng Yunni, have you heard of it? The daughter of the head of the Yushan Holy Land, Feng Yunni. ”

Feng Yunni hadn't spoken to anyone for tens of thousands of years, and as soon as she opened her mouth, she told amazing secrets.

She was the last daughter of the Yushan Holy Land, and she had been trapped here for 50,000 years.

More than 50,000 years ago, Feng Yunni was implanted with demon blood during an experience. When the demonic nature was in full swing, he accidentally killed Xuankang, the holy son of the Taiyi Holy Land, which led to the destruction of the Yushan Holy Land.

The Taiyi Holy Land strangled a large number of disciples of the Yushan Holy Land, and sealed their bodies in the Nisha Fort, which was the ancient castle in front of everyone.

Nisha Fort is a dormitory specially built for Feng Yunni during Feng Buzhou's lifetime, with a total of 9981 floors. Except for a small number of disciples and elders who escaped, the rest were all killed and sealed on all levels of the Nisha Castle.

After slaughtering the Yushan Holy Land, the Taiyi Holy Land sealed the entire Yushan Mountain. Let him appear once every 500 years for his disciples to experience or explore opportunities.

Not long after the Holy Land Ruins were opened, the Forgotten Land was sealed and abandoned by the Taiyi Holy Land.

For tens of thousands of years, the Holy Land of Yushan has been invaded by a wave of monks, and it has already been dug three feet into the ground and turned upside down, leaving only the Nisha Fort within the boundary river.

"It's all you outsiders, you who have emptied the Holy Land, you deserve to die!"

Feng Yunni was full of anger and resentment against the "invading" monks.

Almost all of the people present selectively ignored Feng Yunni's hatred and made a major discovery from her words. The bodies of the Holy Land monks were all sealed in the Neon Castle, which was a torture for Feng Yunni, but it was a great wealth for the Forgotten Lands where there was no immortal realm.

A holy land-level force, no matter how you say it, must have a few immortal realms. Not to mention whether they still have a reserve of life, even their corpses can also provide some information for the monks of the Forgotten Lands to break through the immortal realm.

Everyone's eyes are burning on this ancient castle, this is a huge treasure trove!

The greedy expressions of these people were very hateful in Feng Yunni's eyes.

"Greedy outsiders, stay!"

Feng Yun Ni turned his body, rose into the air, and sprinkled thousands of silk threads.

But when the monk was entangled in silk threads, she hooked them with threads, and the whole person was hollowed out of flesh and blood, leaving a shriveled skin in its place. The flesh and blood that were snatched away were pulled away by Feng Yunni, and when they reached her hands, they turned into paper figures at her mercy.

Hiss!

Everyone gasped.

This kind of tactic is appalling!

"Witches are rampant!"

Zhu Baizhou lit a few charms and put in the bow and crossbow.

Pull it up, loose strings!

Whoosh! Whoosh!

More than a dozen spells shot out, lined up in the air in the shape of an inverted umbrella, spiraling towards Feng Yunni.

Boom! Boom!

Many of the silk threads that were not put away in time were blown up by the charm in an instant, and many monks survived. However, there are still many people who have been stripped of their flesh and left behind a pair of skins.

The flesh and blood that was not caught by Feng Yunni fell from mid-air and fell into a puddle of mud, which was extremely bloody.

"Kill, babes!"

As soon as Feng Yunniyu's hand was raised, the paper figures fell to the ground like fairies scattering flowers, turning into their appearance again before their deaths, attacking and killing everyone.

Just now, he was his own comrade, but now he has become a killing tool for the enemy.

Everyone's hearts are not good, and they can only learn from the pain and draw their swords against each other.

Fortunately, the number of monks who were papered was not large, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable. Even so, Feng Yunni still killed a lot of people without any losses.

This kind of cannibalistic scene greatly satisfies her distorted psychology.

If Zhu Baizhou hadn't been pestering, more people would have died in her hands.

"Fellow Daoists, think of a way quickly, relying only on Zhu Daoyou alone, it's not a long-term solution!"

Xiao Jiu's words are good.

So far, Feng Yunni has only shown one method, and he has played everyone in the palm of his hand. Zhu Baizhou can fight with Feng Yunni by means of restraint. If the slightest carelessness is made, or if the injury affects the battle, the people who lack effective means will definitely suffer a great loss.

Judging from the current situation, the most direct way is to unite all forces and kill Feng Yunni as soon as possible. The second is to adopt conservative means and conduct defense. However, Feng Yunni's methods are strange, and if you want to find a better means of defense, it can't be solved in a short time.

Therefore, most people tend to use a simple and brutal way to kill them.

"The Fourth Form of the Heavenly Sword Technique: Chasing the Wind and Treading the Waves!"

Uncle Tai Jianchen expressed his decision with actions.

"Ruler like a mountain!"

"The blade is like the wind!"

Xiao Jiu and Xin Wujue shot together in response to Uncle Tai's sword dust.

They were so resolute, Taihang Sect naturally couldn't hold back.

"Kang Long!"

Jin Feilong sacrificed the dragon gong and followed closely.

"Who said that women are inferior to men, and the sword is like the sea!"

A woman's voice attracted the attention of many monks, but it was Yun Cuixian of the Biyuan Sect who also made a move.

Several genius disciples united with Zhu Baizhou to besiege Feng Yunni.

"What a handsome girl, stay here with my sister!"

Feng Yunni's spiritual power in his hand shook, shaking back several male cultivators, and a wisp of silk shot towards Yun Cuixian. Once entwined with silk threads, it is very likely that she will tear her flesh and blood and turn into a paper puppet.

Yun Cuixian didn't dare to be careless, and swung her sword and slashed.

To her surprise, the silk thread did not break as expected, but instead rubbed the spirit sword out of a gap, biting her chest. Before she could withdraw her spirit sword and take defensive measures, another silk thread swirled in.

Immediately after that, the third, fourth,...

More than a dozen silk threads, like a killing hand, had to entangle Yun Cuixian and force her to retreat.

Thinking about the miserable fate of many monks before, Yun Cuixian felt a chill in her heart.

In a moment of fear, Feng Yunni seized the opportunity, and several silk threads wrapped around her delicate body.

Finished!

Yun Cuixian fell into the abyss, imagining several possible ways for him to die, and all thoughts were lost.

Thinking about it, more than a dozen silk threads firmly entangled her, and as long as Feng Yunni pulled it gently, she could hook up her flesh and blood.

"Senior Sister Yun!"

The disciples of the Biyuan Sect cried out in worry, watching as blood oozed from Yun Cuixian's body.

At this time, the monks who were repelled by Feng Yunni finally slowed down.

"Condensation Spell!"

I wish Baizhou to quickly sacrifice a charm.

In the next second, the power of a spell enveloped Yun Cuixian, preventing the silk threads from pulling out her flesh.

The disciples of the Biyuan Sect were relieved to see that Zhu Baizhou's methods were effective.

It's just that they rejoiced too soon, and the silk thread immediately broke through the defensive power of the spell.

Some people couldn't bear to see Yun Cuixian screaming blood, so they quickly closed their eyes.

"Ahh

A terrible scream moved all the monks present.

Feng Yunni's methods are too weird to be guarded against. It's a pity that a stunning female cultivator fell like this.

After a few breaths, the bold monk finally opened his eyes, only to see an incredible scene. Originally, I thought that the fallen Yun Cuixian was not dead, but the silk thread that wrapped around her body had broken at some point.

It wasn't until a crash sounded that everyone came back to their senses and saw a corpse lying on the ground. The corpse was lying on its stomach with a black feathered arrow stuck in its back.

In the surprised eyes of everyone, the corpse slowly turned into a paper figure, but it was the dead Fuqing Female Venerable.

The black feather arrow stuck in the paper man's body, no one did not recognize, it was the arrow fired by the Shadow Sect's killing heavy weapon, the Dark Feather Bow.

Looking back, there was indeed a group of people from the Shadow Sect standing on the other side of the Boundary River.

Walking on the brink of death, Yun Cui Xian breathed in the air recklessly, and was a little puzzled by the Shadow Sect's action to save her. Whether it was her personally or the Biyuan Sect, she had nothing to do with the Shadow Sect.

It wasn't until she saw a familiar face next to the Shadow Sect that she understood what was going on.

Chu Yunfeng, the immature boy back then, saved himself again!

I haven't seen him for more than ten years, but he has grown a lot.

Xiuwei still hasn't surpassed herself, but his reputation and influence in the cultivation realm are far above her.

Thinking of the scene when she teased Chu Yunfeng back then, Yun Cuixian was slightly shy. I am still a "Taoist couple" with him, and even the love token is still in the storage ring and has been placed for many years.

Hum!

I heard that this guy kidnapped a little lady a few years ago, and she was still a little girl under the age of ten.

What a beast!

Different from Yun Cuixian's inner imagination, the other monks saw Chu Yunfeng standing next to the saltwater line, and finally determined one thing: they were really embarrassed, and the wind and arrow boat were afraid that they had already been sent out of the Yushan Holy Land.

However, there were still people who did not give up and threatened Chu Yunfeng: "Chu Yunfeng, you are in collusion with the Shadow Sect to steal the Wind Arrow Boat, which is despised by the world. If you know each other, hand over the arrow boat, don't make a mistake and be spurned by the world!"

Chu Yunfeng's eyes turned white, and he didn't even pay attention to it.

This man is so interesting!

If you have the ability, you can steal it back!

The monks seek opportunities, and there is only a difference between strength and means, and there is no such thing as "theft".