The Buddha sat cross-legged in front of the fountain of fine sand, and everyone temporarily retreated to one place, but there was no melancholy, and the people with lively minds even had a little smile on their faces. 【Fengyun Reading Network. Even if the Buddha's career is not successful, Zhuo Junchen will inevitably make a difference.

Zhuo Junchen was alone, sticking to Shen Hanfeng's side, his face was quite ugly. Stretching out his hand and popping out a red light, Zhuo Junchen finally felt a trace of satisfaction on his face after bouncing away the white-haired fox that was secretly approaching Shen Hanfeng. Looking coldly at the young monk in the moon-white robe, he wanted to see how capable this Buddha cultivator was.

The tin staff is horizontal in front of him, and the Buddha's face is solemn, and the treasure is solemn. With a slight send, the tin rod with two strands of six rings made a crisp jingle sound, and after rising two feet, the golden light on the tin staff rose, and the thick and long staff body was elongated, almost piercing the darkness at both ends.

The Buddha's mouth has been chanting Sanskrit sound, with the operation of the spiritual power of the true element, the sound of his chanting is getting louder and louder, echoing in a piece of ruins, the slender Buddha mantra formula in the tin staff around the body after a circle, in the air suddenly appeared a swastika mantra, the magic rose into the air, pierced into the Buddha mantra, for a time the golden light was dazzling, like the sun in the sky, everyone raised their hands to cover it.

Zhuo Junchen had expected such a scene one step earlier, and even stretched out his hand to block Shen Hanfeng's sight when he was defenseless.

"The golden light is dazzling, don't hurt your eyes." When Zhuo Junchen turned sideways to say to Shen Hanfeng, the warm breath blew directly on Shen Hanfeng's neck, bringing a flush.

The wide palm of his hand covered his vision, and then although some faint golden light leaked out, Shen Hanfeng didn't feel burned. It's just that he was shocked in his heart. He is a very shrewd person, even if he gets close to others, he will always pay attention to the actions of the people around him. However, Zhuo Junchen made such an intimate move towards him, but he only noticed it when his vision suddenly dimmed.

If this person has any evil intentions towards him...... Shen Hanfeng pulled down Zhuo Junchen's hand, and he couldn't imagine what the consequences would be.

Zhuo Junchen probably saw Shen Hanfeng's thoughts, and opened his palm stupidly. Shen Hanfeng saw his unconcealed loss, and his heart softened a little inexplicably, but he stiffened his neck, not knowing how to show favor to him.

Fortunately, the speed of the Buddha's career was extremely fast, and where the swastika attacked, the black night was gradually engulfed in gold, slowly revealing a touch of light blue of the day. However, for this immediate effect, Buddha Ya obviously paid a lot of price, and his expression turned a little red because of the struggle.

Just when everyone was hesitating whether to help the Buddha, a sudden change occurred, and the quicksand fountain that had been quiet suddenly burst out, and the fine sand diverted into countless trickles, like a sharp cone, rushed towards everyone, and the thickest one of them pointed directly at the Buddha's career.

Zhuo Junchen snorted softly, and after a while, the torn notch of the swastika script was plated with a layer of red edges, and then it was like ice melting and snow melting, and the day replaced the long night. At the same time, the Eight Treasures Jin Chuan in the hands of Buddha Ya once again played a role, and the spreading golden light not only protected Buddha himself, but also protected everyone else.

A ray of golden light silently spread to Zhuo Junchen's palm. Zhuo Junchen frowned slightly and waved away. Shen Hanfeng happened to see this scene, although Zhuo Junchen followed suit, and calmly put his hand into his sleeve, he was still grabbed by Shen Hanfeng.

Zhuo Junchen was surprised, and watched Shizun push his sleeve up, revealing a pitch-black scar in the palm of his hand. This is a mark of burns, Shen Hanfeng's brows furrowed unconsciously, and his fingertips carefully landed on Zhuo Junchen's palm.

The feeling of the calloused fingertips sweeping over the palm of his hand was a little itchy, and Zhuo Junchen unconsciously struggled, but he received great attention from Shen Hanfeng.

"But it hurts?" Shen Hanfeng hurriedly asked.

Zhuo Junchen hooked his lips, saying that it didn't hurt, and it didn't hurt either, after thinking about it, he still took the first step to clasp Shen Hanfeng's hand in the palm of his hand, and held it firmly, so he said unhurriedly: "It won't hurt if you kiss me." ”

Shen Hanfeng: "......"

Seeing that Shizun didn't want to pay attention to him, and his face was so expressionless that he wanted to withdraw his hand, but he couldn't break away from him, Zhuo Junchen was in a good mood.

The Netherworld Whip reappeared, and with a flick of Zhuo Junchen's wrist, the long whip turned into a roaring dragon, tearing open the golden light of the Buddhist family, and then opened its bloody mouth at the quicksand that rushed towards them.

Immortal Qi Transformation!

The few people who recognized this hand were all amazed, but the Buddha who had secretly shot at Zhuo Junchen just now had a rare look in his face.

It was as if the endless stream of fine sand had been swallowed by the demon dragon, the magic circle that imprisoned everyone outside the golden light had also been melted away by Zhuo Junchen's power. The hungry dragon soul rubbed beside Zhuo Junchen, the golden dragon eyes seemed to recognize Shen Hanfeng, and the lowered dragon head spewed at Shen Hanfeng, naturally without any intention of attacking.

Shen Hanfeng's expression moved slightly when he saw this solid dragon soul, as if he had thought of something. Zhuo Junchen rarely didn't look at Shizun at this time, the long whip in his hand swayed like a snake, quietly waiting for the opportunity to attack.

Someone was watching them in the dark, hiding behind the phantom array, and it was very likely that they were the initiators of this trap. At the beginning, Zhuo Junchen had guessed that this Illusory Sea Star Palace was very likely to be the handiwork of Wei Sheng Ming, but once he counted the time, the Illusory Sea Star Palace had already spread sporadic news before he rescued Wei Sheng Ming. Although there is a wisp of remnant soul that escapes from the Demon Suppression Cave, it can't escape too far, and it is impossible to set up such a demonic barrier thousands of miles away.

Zhuo Junchen looked coldly at the quicksand fountain that had been destroyed and broken, this offensive reminded him of a person.

The formation had been broken, and the overwhelming yellow sand was blown up by the wind, covering the fairly clear sky. The Illusory Sea Star Palace disappeared completely due to Zhuo Junchen's move, and the monks who were originally waiting outside the Star Palace had disappeared without a trace at this time.

"I said why can't I find the Nether Whip, and it fell into your hands?" A voice with a smile suddenly sounded. Zhuo Junchen raised his eyes, and a group of demon soldiers seemed to appear out of thin air, led by Wei Shengming.

There is also a long whip coiled around the waist of the micro-born underworld, which is naturally not as good as the netherworld whip, but it is also a good high-grade magic weapon. Zhuo Junchen said: "When I harvested this whip, it was already ownerless. ”

Weisheng smiled brightly: "Yes, there are naturally capable people living in ownerless things." Wei Sheng smiled brightly, but there was some inexplicable meaning in his tone. Zhuo Junchen glanced behind him, Qu Ayasha and another woman in red followed, and a man in gray was escorted in the demon army. Unfortunately, this is also an acquaintance, it is the Demon Left Protector Wu Yan that Zhuo Junchen had just guessed.

"Is the Phantom Sea Star Palace the work of you?"

Wei Shengming was not in a hurry to answer Zhuo Junchen's question, but just took a few steps forward unhurriedly, and pulled out a palm-sized stone sculpture from the yellow sand pile. Zhuo Junchen stared at it carefully, it was the appearance of the shrunken Phantom Sea Star Palace.

"It's a gadget I got years ago. Speaking of which, my Demon Venerable is indeed very useless, the natal spirit weapon was snatched away, and he has been trapped by the Shenque monk for many years, and even the palace he built by himself has been stolen by his former subordinates. Wei Shengming's tone was relaxed, but with a nameless murderous aura.

In the group of demon soldiers, someone had already blatantly kicked Wu Yan to vent his anger, and Wei Sheng turned a blind eye.

Zhuo Junchen is very pertinent: "You are indeed a waste." ”

Wei Shengming's pretended to be free and easy smiled unchanged at all, but Qu Ayasha stood up for him: "What kind of thing are you, you dare to despise Your Excellency!" ”

Wei Shengming frowned, raised his hand to stop Qu Ayasha's words, he turned his eyes to look at Zhuo Junchen, but the other party did not show any anger, and even looked at Qu Ayasha's expression with a little regret and complexity.

Zhuo Junchen originally thought that he was a hindrance, and Weishengming would not have anything to do with Zhuo's daughter, Qu Ayasha's love path could be much more open, who knew that the woman provoked by Weishengming was far more than his biological mother. The other woman who wanted to follow Wei Shengming should be the West Flame King who died before he had time to see his face clearly.

The woman noticed Zhuo Junchen's gaze, but she didn't lose her temper like Qu Ayasha, but turned her head sideways and asked Wei Shengying: "I don't know who this Venerable is, and His Holiness doesn't introduce one or two?" ”

Wei Sheng Ying took the Illusory Sea Star Palace, and said with a light smile: "You have to remember clearly, this Zhuo Venerable is a first-class master among our demon clans. If in the future, if I have an unfortunate fate for the old immortal of Shang Fuxian, you can ask him to ascend to the position of Demon Venerable. ”

Zhuo Junchen glanced at him coldly and said, "I only have half of the demon bloodline on my body, what kind of demon clan is it." ”

Wei Sheng raised his eyebrows when he heard this, this was the first time Zhuo Junchen mentioned his life experience. However, after Zhuo Junchen finished speaking, he realized that something was wrong, and he seemed to tell Shen Hanfeng that he was once a demon cultivator.

However, when he looked at Shizun nervously, Shen Hanfeng was not only angry, but also had a bit of complicated sympathy in his eyes.

How about demon cultivation, how about demon cultivation, Shen Hanfeng only thought that he was a demon half-blood, and he couldn't help but feel a little worried for him in his heart. Half human, half demon, half demon, nowhere to rely on, nowhere to accept, that's why he, the life-saving benefactor who inadvertently helped, is so important.

Zhuo Junchen seemed to have an understanding, and smiled secretly in his heart, but he didn't break it, he just acquiesced.

The curly silk yarn couldn't accept the words of Wei Shengming, and said urgently: "The subordinates will definitely not repeat the mistake, and the Venerable will definitely be able to lead the demon clan and unify the two worlds of gods and demons." ”

Wei Sheng smiled and touched the top of Qu Ayasa's hair, but didn't say anything.

The people of Qinghua Xianmen, who had never spoken, finally couldn't hold it back, and Zhenyun took the lead and said: "I used to be a defeated general, but now I am not afraid of the wind and flashing my tongue." "He usually doesn't speak sharply, but when he faces the enemy, he is full of sharp thorns.

Wei Sheng squinted, and the cold light in his red eyes alone had already made Zhen Yun's heart feel cold. Zhenyun didn't know that the micro-life had returned to the demon realm to consolidate his cultivation, and his cultivation had recovered to the early stage of Mahayana. In the face of others, he is not as good as talking to Zhuo Junchen and Qu Ayasha.

With the movement of his palm, Zhuo Junchen noticed the nervous and serious look on Shizun's face, sighed lightly in his heart, and said with Wei Sheng: "You better take your traitor from the demon clan and leave early." ”

Wei Sheng Ming glanced at the hands of the two of them who had never been separated inexplicably, and chuckled: "Okay, if you go outside, you must first settle inside." Zhuo Junchen, if you go back this time, you have to take a good look at your little beauty. ”

After that, Wei Shengming turned around with a group of people, and as for Wu Yan, he was triggered by his whip, which was directly split into ashes, and his god was destroyed.

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