"Hehe, sure enough, there's a baby, let's follow. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info "After the people of Xuanqing Mountain left, Xiaochen against the sky Chidong and the young man he had newly met appeared where they stopped, looking at the disciples of Xuanqing Mountain who had left, a smile appeared on the corner of Xiaochen's mouth.

Obviously, this was premeditated, although he needed the help of Xuanqing Mountain's people, but Xiaochen never intended to negotiate head-on, so he thought of this method and followed.

"Chidong, if you don't go, you can't follow us all the time." Flying in the air, Xiaochen spoke.

"I want to see the old demon with my own eyes." Chidong clenched his fists and said.

"I didn't mean that, I mean, you're just a burden with us." Xiaochen opened his mouth unceremoniously.

"This ......" Chi Dong hadn't spoken yet, but the young man Zi Jing felt that it was inappropriate, but not only did Xiaochen say such a picture as it should be, but even looking at the sky was still fine, he felt that it was inappropriate for him to come out, so he still didn't continue.

"I'll follow you, you don't care if I live or die." Chi Dong seems to have an incomparably deep hatred for the old demon, and Xiaochen said this, but he still insisted on following.

"That's not the case, you can't even keep up with us." Xiaochen's face was expressionless.

"Senior ......" Chi Dong was speechless, because although what Xiaochen said was ruthless, not half a word was false.

"So, I'm going to leave you behind." Xiaochen seemed very unkind.

"Alas...... Listen to the seniors' arrangement. "In the final analysis, Chi Dong is just a minor monk, his strength is very weak, and now he is not qualified to resist at all.

When Xiaochen heard this, although he didn't say anything, the trace of disappointment in his eyes happened to be captured by Zijing.

At this moment, his impression of Xiaochen was a little strange, at first he felt that he was very extraordinary, at least almost different from all the monks he knew, not in a different style, that kind of person who felt like a completely different world, but now in his opinion, it seems that Xiaochen is not so extraordinary, so he has to dislike the words of Chidong, but this dislike is relative to Xiaochen's words and deeds before, in fact, this kind of thing is not strange at all in the world of cultivators, the strong are respected, and there is no room for negotiation.

Without saying anything all the way, Xiaochen and his party followed the disciples of Xuanqing Mountain all the way, and did not stop until the sunset, and they saw from a distance that the disciples of Xuanqing Mountain had already moved with the other side, and the magic in front of them flew sideways, and the flying sword galloped.

Gukou Yihua and a bewitching woman fought in the air, but they didn't have the upper hand, you must know that Gukou Yihua is the leader of the younger generation of Xuanqing Mountain, and her cultivation at a young age has reached the Yuanshen Xuan Realm, although it is the early stage, but she already has the strength of the middle of the war, on the other hand, her opponent is not very old, but she is on par with her, which has to be amazing.

Except for these two people, there are no Yuan Shen Monks left, and in general, there is not much difference in the strength of the two sides, so it is not possible to distinguish the winner in such a battle.

Xiaochen and his entourage stopped in the air, he did not join the battle group, if before, he still had the identity of a disciple of Xuanqing Mountain, then naturally there is no need to say much, it must be to assist the same disciple, but now he is no longer a member of Xuanqing Mountain, although he promised the master, it is also his own oath to himself, to repay the kindness, but Xiaochen's current position is not to let Xuanqing Mountain and these people have casualties, but he will not offend other forces inexplicably, he is now alone, although he is not afraid, but he also does not want to make enemies for no reason.

Xiaochen knows very well that if he is embarrassed by other forces now, Xuanqingshan will not stand up for him, everything still has to be borne by himself, and the forces that dare to go against Xuanqingshan must be at the same level, it is not a good thing to target such a force behind his back, although a bad world is big, there will be no place for him to stand, after all, the Divine Sect and the evil president are the leaders of this world, and now Xiaochen does not have the strength to ignore them.

I saw a silver plate hanging on her head, which seemed to have endless divine power, one will spew out a red fire, and one will be purple thunder and lightning, all kinds of spells emerge in endlessly, and her opponents are also not bad, although the ancient mouth memory flower spells are endless, but she relies on a flower umbrella, and she does not lose it, let the ancient mouth remember the flower spell endlessly, and the flower umbrella suspended on her head hangs wisps of colorful xia all dissolve.

At the same time as the silver plate on her head continued to release spells, Gukou Yihua was also pinching the trick in her hand, and after completing a series of complex tricks, she pointed to the sky with one hand and the bewitching woman with the other...... There are as many as thirty-two, and the spells in the silver plate have also changed from one to thirty-two, and the number is not simply thirty-two times, the spells flying out of each silver plate are different, and the five elements of the art seem to be chaotic, but in fact, they are born together, and the power explodes instantly, not to mention thirty-two times, and it is estimated that it is more than a hundred times.

Xiaochen saw that he changed color, he secretly put himself in the position of a bewitching woman, it was such a move, he had no way to do it at all, unless he used the forbidden power or the right cold to make a move, he would definitely die.

In fact, this kind of spell, even a Yuanshen monk is very difficult to deal with, not to mention a fetal monk like Xiaochen, when the bewitching woman who fought against Gukou Yihua saw this move, the expression on her face also became solemn, it is conceivable that such a move is absolutely unusual, if you despise it, a bad one is that the body will disappear, and the dead can not die again.

Gukou remembers the flower head around the thirty-two silver plates, all kinds of spells continue to attack the bewitching woman, this bewitching woman only with a flower umbrella on the head to parry up has been a little difficult, gradually this flower umbrella began to dim, the falling light curtain is also crumbling, do not need to think to know, this flower umbrella has been about to reach the limit, at this time the bewitching woman chuckled, and then flew out of the sleeve a piece of brocade, this brocade pa is long in the wind, in the air into a three-foot square look, and then began to rotate, the rotating brocade pa with a whirlwind, This wind is not an ordinary wind, and the spell cast by Furuguchi Yihua began to deviate from the trajectory of the original attack and blast towards the surroundings after encountering this whirlwind.

The magic of the Yuan Shen monk is so powerful, there is no concentration of the spell of the bewitching woman to blow the ground around to pieces, Dayue turned into ashes, the giant river is broken, and the plants on the ground have turned into flying flotsam, quite a posture of destroying the world, Xiaochen gasped when he saw this, and couldn't help but think that if such a monk participated in the war of mortals, it would not take much, just one, and it would be able to cause the tragic situation of life.

But after thinking about it, it is not necessarily, because that day he personally felt an indescribable power formed by the iron and blood of millions of people, that kind of power was too terrifying, Xiaochen was frightened and weak that day, not to mention the mobilization of cultivation, even breathing is very difficult, it is not that Xiaochen is not good, but it is so terrible, so it is not necessarily that the Yuanshen monk can freely exercise his cultivation in a million army.

Thirty-two silver plates were still releasing spells, but apparently after the bewitching woman released the Jinpa, the spells in these silver plates could no longer cause any damage to her, so Furuguchi Yihua withdrew her hands and said softly.

"Rayfa, wind."

Then a burst of black clouds condensed in the sky out of thin air, among which there were purple electric snakes swimming, Gukou Yihua pointed with one hand, and the electric snakes in the black clouds flew densely towards the bewitching woman, these snake-shaped thunderbolts kept twisting in the air, like a ribbon blown by the wind, under the thunder, Gukou Yihua's face was pale for a while, obviously this technique is not simple.