The black clouds became more and more rampant, ignoring the Taoist priest with white hair, two huge black claws stretched out from the center of the black cloud vortex and grabbed towards the library pavilion. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The claws of the library pavilion facing the black clouds were like spring shoots in the soil, and they were easily grasped.

The gray-haired Taoist priest exclaimed that something was wrong, and immediately turned around and flashed to Jing Liqiu's side behind, and after saying a few words, he flashed back to the vicinity of the library pavilion, waving a light dust whisk and drawing a strange and delicate exorcism charm in the air, and hit the black clouds.

Jing Liqiu turned around and ran towards the place where the head of the family lived.

Seeing that the black cloud was not attacked by the exorcist talisman, Fan Yifei immediately pulled out his weapon, the silver long knife, from his sleeve. After he exhorted Lingsuxue beside him, he raised his sword and slashed towards the black clouds.

Lingsuxue looked at the powerful and tenacious black cloud, worried. After watching for a while, the gray-haired Taoist priest and Fan Yifei were both swallowed by the black cloud and disappeared. Just when she was in a hurry, the head of the sect, Mo Ziping, came to besiege with hundreds of swordsmanship disciples.

"Array!" Mo Ziping shouted, looking at the black clouds, his deep eyes full of disdain.

Ling Suxue stood in place stupidly, a tall and handsome figure flashed beside her, checked her shoulder like the wind, and said with concern: "Just leave it to us here!" Go back to your dorm! ”

Jing Liqiu's voice is always so gentle and full of kindness.

Ling Suxue looked at his distant body, and obediently ran towards his dormitory against the wind.

Under the black clouds, a hundred swordsmanship disciples formed a large circle and surrounded it inside.

Heiyun regarded them like ants and sneered with disdain: "Old man Mo, don't think that you can drive me away by breaking the formation!" ”

"You misunderstood!" Mo Ziping, the head of the house, stood outside the formation with a calm and breezy appearance, and said lightly: "The Prison Demon King finally came here for a trip, how can I drive you away casually, I want you to become a dead soul under the Library Pavilion forever!" ”

"Humph! What a big breath! These young disciples of yours are too young! As soon as I blow it casually, there will be a bloody storm here, and I advise you to quickly retreat these innocent and tender disciples, and obediently hand over the immortal book I want, lest when you open your eyes again, you will already be on the Huangquan Road! Hahaha! Black Cloud sneered sharply.

The head Mo Ziping was still like a spring breeze, calm and composed, looking at the hundreds of disciples in front of him and ordering: "Recite a mantra!" ”

The hundred disciples immediately raised their swords to their chests, the tip of the sword pointed to the sky, the hilt of the sword pointed to the ground, and the exorcism spell recited from their mouths flew towards the black clouds like a string of bead curtains with faint golden light.

With a hundred years of tricks, the formation was immediately activated, and a huge circular fishing net was conjured up, catching it towards the black clouds.

The black cloud was frightened, shook its body, opened its big black mouth and spewed out black clouds like ink, suppressing the fishing net, otherwise it would be close.

The hundreds of disciples read more urgently, and the more powerful the fishing net, the more the black clouds gradually enveloped.

Time passed inexorably, and the black clouds were surrounded by the mountain of fishing nets, and the black clouds suddenly exploded in the air like a bomb!

The whole amorphism shook and shook.

The weak female disciples hiding in the women's dormitory turned pale in shock.

Lingsu Xue, who was still halfway there, was shaken to the ground and fell into a mouthful of mud!

At this moment, the hundred disciples who were in formation at the library pavilion were turned on their backs by the people who were blown up by the black clouds, and the three souls lost their six souls and couldn't get up.

The head Mo Ziping's indifferent eyes were slightly startled, and he exclaimed softly: "It's not good!" With that, he lifted the dust and flew towards the center of the black cloud himself.

The black clouds are vast and fluffy, and the dim vision inside is indistinguishable from the real and the false.

After the head Mo Ziping entered, he didn't see him come out for a long time.

The hundreds of swordsmanship disciples who were scattered on the ground were all frightened, looking at the black cloud hoping that there would be a trace of a fight inside, but the black cloud did not have anything abnormal except for rolling like cotton.

With perseverance, many disciples gritted their teeth and got up, ready to continue fighting again after regrouping.

Jing Liqiu is one of them.

He was quick luck, and after breathing his internal strength, he waved his sword and prepared to fly into the black clouds and die heroically. Suddenly, a slender white jade hand was placed on his shoulder and pressed lightly.

"Senior Brother Jing, don't be impetuous." Lingsu Xue's eyes gently persuaded.

Jing Liqiu immediately brushed away the other party's hand and shook his head helplessly: "Senior sister, why are you disobedient?" Didn't I want you to go back quickly? ”

"Senior Brother Jing, listen to me......"

"Now I don't have time to listen to you, the head of the door enters the black cloud and the life and death are uncertain, I must fly in to rescue!" After that, Jing Liqiu soared in the wind.

Ling Suxue looked up and shouted softly: "There is no good strategy, can you defeat the Hell Demon King with your own strength?" ”

Jing Liqiu was stunned in mid-air, turned his head with a wry smile, and waved his hand away: "Senior sister, this is not a place for you to stay, go back quickly." If I die, don't be sad, as a Taoist priest, it is fate to sacrifice for the Heavenly Dao. ”

With that, he flew into the black cloud without looking back, and disappeared without a trace.

Ling Suxue frowned worriedly, staring at the sky above, unable to calm down for a long time.

Senior Brother Jing, why don't you listen to me say a few more words? Maybe I can help you......

"That fool thinks he is great, but he is a hot-haired, thoughtful idiot!" Fan Yifei's cold voice sounded in Ling Suxue's ears.

Ling Suxue looked at him in a daze, only to see his deep and cold eyes, reflecting two cold sharpness.

"Senior Brother Jing has a great heart and dares to sacrifice his life for the struggle, which is something we should learn." Ling Suxue said sadly.

"Humph! What righteousness, is a stupid person who insists on going his own way! Fan Yifei counted.

Ling Suxue was displeased, and her eyes were fierce: "Senior Brother Fan looks down on Senior Brother Jing so much, why don't you go to save the master?" Does standing here mean you're not a fool? ”

Fan Yifei's face sank, and he stretched out his head with a straight face: "I will definitely go back to save the master, but I must first use my brain to think of the most appropriate way to effectively rescue the master." ”

"Then think for yourself!" Ling Suxue was indifferent and turned around to leave.

Fan Yi suddenly pulled her arm, otherwise she would go.

Lingxue wants to struggle.

Fan Yifei's eyes were full of wisdom and said: "You had a conversation with Jing Liqiu just now, I can hear that you have a way." It's just that that idiot is bent on saving the master, and he doesn't have time to listen to your advice. Now you tell me the way, maybe he can't do it, I can do it. ”

After that, Fan Yifei's cold eyes were smooth with a trace of imperceptible tenderness.

Ling Suxue was stunned for a moment, and said stupidly: "Yes, I do have a way to deal with the Prison Demon King. ”

Because she was on the way back to the dormitory just now, she remembered that she had read a book in the Demon of Chang Huan Pavilion - "Demon Stories".

It records the names and characteristics of 1,800 demons, demons, ghosts and other evil spirits in the lower three realms, so Ling Suxue still remembers the characteristics and characteristics of the great demon in Shakya's prison in the depths of her memory. But she was afraid that no one would believe her when she said it, after all, the books of Chang Huan Pavilion had not been touched by ordinary people. If you explain it in detail, you will definitely be laughed at as nonsense.

Lingxue brewed and hesitated.

However, Fan Yifei looked at Ling Suxue with firm eyes, looked at Ling Suxue trustingly, and urged: "Don't waste time, quickly say your way." (To be continued.) )