The thunderbolts fell on the shaking knives one after another, there were hundreds, but they were not as fierce as everyone imagined, and even some... Soft. It may be that it is more vicious than before, and such a weakened touch can even be said to be relatively warm.

These huge thunderbolts instantly disintegrated into countless pieces on the body of the sword, and then disappeared like hailstones falling into the sea.

The thunderstorm hummed in a depressed voice, and finally disappeared, and the stars and moon were bright in the sky.

"Okay...!" Long Bao took the lead and cheered.

Long Lin himself was also quite surprised, and smiled and put away the knife. The shaking light knife that absorbed a batch of thunder robbery was nothing unusual, but it revealed a faint blue glow.

Xue Zhanyi, who was hiding behind Long Lin, rushed to Hu Wangcai's side and shook his head vigorously: "Hu Niangniang! Hu Niangniang... Wake up!"

Hu Wangcai's vague consciousness heard her anxious shout, and for the first time he felt that this evil nickname was actually very kind.

Seeing that the familiar blue eyes slowly opened, and there was already a circle of gold thread in the pupils, Long Bao was also very happy, and boasted: "Wangcai, you are really not simple... No wonder the eldest sister and princess said that you are not simple!"

Back then, Long Lin encouraged Hu Wangcai to "become a generation of demon gods", and it seems that it is not impossible: this thunderstorm is so thrilling that it is enough to explain everything. Long Bao thought, I didn't expect Wangcai to be so, but he was only a fox demon with great creation!

Long Lin checked Hu Wangcai's injuries, and saw that his original snow-white fox fur could no longer see its true colors, it was blood, dirt and scorched marks, although it looked miserable and terrifying, but it was not very serious, and he was busy feeding him two healing pills.

Kunlun Nu saw that he had regained his human form under the nourishment of the elixir, although he was very embarrassed and scorched, his breath was very different from the past, and he was several times stronger, and he couldn't help but feel admired, and punched him hard: "Brother Wangcai, it's good!"

"Uh..." Hu Wangcai rolled his eyes in pain, scolded in his heart, "these two poles", and fainted again.

Long Lin took him and the exhausted Yi Xinliu into the small world, as well as the waterfront sunset umbrella that was split in half by the robbery thunder.

On the edge of the Shenwang Lake in the small world, the thousands of flying swords that Long Bao "salvaged" had been piled up into a small mountain, and most of them were broken, so he temporarily selected two intact flying swords, erased the inner divine sense, and gave them to the pair of twin little sisters, because they didn't have any self-defense magic weapons. The hilts of these two flying swords are engraved with the words "Lone Flame" and "Fish" respectively, which also happen to be fire and water spirit weapons.

The two little girls happily accepted it, and asked the mermaid king He Luo for advice on the method of the sword—at this time, He Luo had leisure.

After settling Hu Wangcai, who lived for the rest of his life after the disaster, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Long Lin led Long Bao, Cao Hengli, and Cui Rutie carefully into the scope of the Yin Yang Sect.

The sect was full of broken walls and ruins after the fire, as well as charred corpses and broken magic weapons, all over the ground. Long Lin frowned, but when he thought of the large number of imperial civilians who had been poisoned to death, the slight uneasiness in his heart was relieved.

Long Lin withdrew the black slaughter mussel. It penetrated deep into the array, and when it was pulled out, the surrounding circle of buildings that had not yet collapsed collapsed collapsed.

Everywhere floated the remnants of the Great Array, ghostly and ghostly. Although the fragments were not lethal, they were also quite stinging and annoying when they swirled around his mouth and nose, and Long Lin blew a Suzaku fire in an attempt to burn away a fragment that was fluttering towards him.

Although the large array of fragments was hundreds of times thinner than the cicada wings, it was much stronger than Long Lin imagined, and it actually supported it for a while in the fierce Vermilion Bird Fire, and finally there were milky white translucent bubbles, which swelled bigger and bigger, and then burst one by one, and then dissipated. It's no wonder that the fire made by the fire crystal and snow stain clothes didn't burn them clean.

"Brother Lin, I'll come. Long Bao used his purple whip to roll up the floating fragments one by one, urging the whip to burn them as he went, and finally cooked them clean.

In addition to a storage bracelet, Long Bao also wore eight storage rings, half of which were made of Cui Ru Iron, and half of which were seized from the old man of the Refining Void Realm, and as soon as he saw something that he felt was worth something, whether it was round or flat, good or bad, tattered or not, all of them were put into the storage ring.

The scope of the Yin-Yang Sect is surprisingly large, and the buildings are mostly cylindrical, built around a mountain peak where the Eye of the Array is located. This mountain peak seems to be made of manpower, and the rock walls on the mountain are black and tough, not ordinary mountain rocks, and it seems to have a great ability to absorb shocks, which is why the black slaughter fell from the sky and penetrated into it without shaking down most of the buildings in the sect.

After a closer look, I found that the so-called rock wall was actually made of the monk's bones, and I wonder if it was caused by the demonic qi that had been soaked for many years, turning into a dark color, faintly exuding an annoying corpse aura. I don't know how many monks they killed to build such a mountain of human bones... This full style of the Demon God Clan reminded Long Lin of the "Immortal Bone Library" in the Badlands. The bones of the Terran monks were nothing more than a pile of building materials in their eyes. I can't help but feel angry.

Cao Hengli took the Xuanyuan Mirror to look all the way, and soon discovered the spirit stone warehouse of the Yin Yang Sect. There was no hidden formation in this warehouse, and the big horn was set up next to a road. There are no doors and no windows, and the top of the house is round, like a big straw stack in the mortal world, and it is actually intact.

Long Bao touched the gray and smooth exterior wall and wondered, "How did they get in?"

Long Lin said, "Just split it." As he spoke, he instructed everyone to retreat, and gently floated back, stabbing with a knife.

This understatement seems to feel a swampy stickiness before it reaches the wall.

A terrible scream startled Cao Hengli and the others, only to see that the wall suddenly surged like waves, condensing the image of a golden-eyed white ape more than nine feet high, it covered its head with one palm, a light blue blood water flowed on the angry hairy face, and the other palm carried a fishy wind, and grabbed Cao Hengli, who was standing closer, the sharp hook claw was as transparent as ice, and it was connected with the wave-like wall behind it.

This sudden snort of grabbing the void sounded, so fast that Long Lin, who was standing behind, didn't have time to react, Cao Hengli felt a sharp pain in his face, as if he had been caught incompletely... Subconsciously swept the Xuanyuan mirror to block it.

"When—" There was a long thud, and the golden-eyed white ape vanished.

Everyone looked into the mirror and found that the ape had turned into a little white ape, and was pressed by the dust in the mirror, and he was frightened, turning the pair of golden eyes, and there was a deep knife wound on his forehead, which almost cut through the skull.

"Hey, isn't this Wuzhiqi?" Long Lin remembered the statue of the ancient water beast on the immortal bone vault of the Netherlands Badlands, which was also exactly the same white-haired golden-eyed ape.

The white ape squeaked a few times, obviously unable to speak, but he could actually talk to everyone through his divine thoughts. It said that it was not called Wuzhi Qi, it was an ancient ape born and raised in the Wuji Mountains, and it practiced water attribute exercises. Almost 8,000 years ago, it was captured and killed by a very powerful, sickly monk, who took its elixir, and later refined its elixir here. Fortunately, the aura in this spirit stone storehouse is rich, and it has cultivated hard, and finally condensed its physical body again...

"Sick and crooked?" Long Lin thought of wanting to Xiang Wanzhong, "What's his name?"

"I don't know... He didn't say anything, and he killed me in one look...", the white ape muttered.

Feeling compassion, the dragon asked it, "Do you have a name?"

A sad expression appeared on the white ape's face, "They all call me 'Guanku Monkey'. Actually, I'm an ape. ”

"You're free. Long Lin said.

Guanku monkey, no, the white ape shook his head violently, covering the wound on his head with one palm, looking a little funny, "I have nowhere to go, please take me in." ”

"Okay, you'll be called... Yuan Bai. Long Lin agreed after a little thought.

Yuan Bai looked overjoyed, ignoring the sharp pain of the knife on his forehead, and kowtowed again and again.

Long Lin threw it a healing pill and put the Xuanyuan Mirror into the small world. Soon I heard a loud yell from Li Duoshou's housekeeper: "Oh, there's another big horse monkey! Shut your mouth! Don't climb trees and steal peaches!"

"Squeak... Squeak squeak!" Yuan Bai obviously also had a temper, and immediately became angry.

The small world is lively again.

Long Bao found that after the white ape entered the Xuanyuan Mirror, a narrow vertical slit one finger wide appeared in the storeroom, and a rich aura surged out. He couldn't help but be overjoyed, and took the lead in shrinking into the storeroom.

A white and blue water.

The inside of the warehouse was nearly a thousand times larger than the outside, and it was full of spirit stones of various grades in the upper, middle and lower grades, including the 300,000 high-grade spirit stones that were brought back from Daying Haiyun's family last time to fight the autumn wind, and even the seals were not removed, and there were also a small number of black magic stones, blue magic stones, and purple magic stones, and some spars with different attributes. Stacked quite neatly.

Cao Hengli said in surprise: "Who said that the Fengqi Continent is barren? This Yin Yang Sect is very capable of scavenging and gathering..."

"Fortune, fortune, fortune!" Long Bao was ecstatic, and flipped hundreds of hollow somersaults backwards on the spot, like a sharp whirlwind rolling up on the ground. Cui Rutie was so shaken by him that his cross-eyes were scattered.

Long Lin was also very happy, and unceremoniously included all the inventory of the Yin Yang Sect into the small world.

Although the deification crystal vein has not been discovered for the time being, Long Bao still dances happily in the compliment of "two masters".

About Yuan Bai told the residents of the small world about his tragic history, and Long Lin and Long Bao heard the sharp cries of the pair of Mo Jiangzhu and Mo Lujue's little sisters, as if they were shouting something like "the Guanku monkey is too pitiful".

Long Bao said with satisfaction: "This Guanku monkey knows the general situation, abandoning the darkness and turning to the light, not bad!"