Hu Wangcai was helping the Holy Maiden Yi Que'er while explaining his origin to her, in order to put gold on his face, he naturally tried his best to render the incomparable wisdom and martial arts of the two masters of Longlin and Longbao, and almost blew all the cattle in the Fengqi Continent into the sky... Yi Que'er just listened indifferently at first, but when he heard him talk about the Shaking Light Knife and the Heavenly Pivot Bow to recognize the Lord, he stopped for the first time and looked at him in astonishment. Hu Wangcai thought: It turns out that the saintess of this barren continent also knows the past of the divine realm. The look at the saint made Hu Wangcai's blood boil, and he assured Yi Qian'er that as long as he Hu Wangqi was guarding her, no one would want to move a finger from her!

Yi Que'er smiled, and the eyes on the veil bent into a pair of gentle crescents.

Suddenly sensing the summoning of Long Lin, he hurriedly pasted a messenger on his forehead to explain the general situation, crushed it, and the rune flashed, and flew towards the small world like a firefly. This communication talisman was newly refined by Long Lin, and it was very suitable for communication that was not too far away.

Long Lin was greatly surprised to learn that the saint used the healing light to detoxify and cure, could it be that the saint was also a goddess, and what was the relationship between her and that Emma?... The Yin-Yang Sect has already jumped over the wall in a hurry, and it is bound to kill her at all costs, and he seems to have no other way than to take her into the small world to save her, he and Long Bao are both seriously injured and have not recovered, and they are absolutely not sure that they can deal with the head of the Yin-Yang Sect at the peak of the Refining Void Realm, Nian Hengyi.

But in this way, I am afraid that the creatures of the entire dynasty will be poisoned and exhausted.

Long Lin pondered for a moment and told Hu Wangcai that he wanted to meet the Holy Maiden.

Hu Wangcai didn't have time to reply to him, because the tent he was in was suddenly torn off, and a strange whining wind poured in, and as soon as he tilted his face, his soul suddenly flew away—a huge white bone claw wrapped in the suffocating stench of corpses, and the yin fire was fluttering, burning the whole finger and claw, and swooping down on his head.

A powerful aura envelops all directions.

"My mother..."Hu Wangcai never dreamed that the Yin-Yang Sect would directly enlarge the moves, and the batch of green belts that he had packed up before brought him a certain kind of blind confidence, thinking that the Yin-Yang Sect was nothing more than that... He wanted to hug his head and run away, wanted to cover his face and scream, and wanted to smash the escape charm to escape, but before he could show the original form of the pustule, he felt the back of his neck tighten, and he involuntarily fell backwards.

He saw Yi Qi'er's back, and he didn't know if it was because he fell to the ground, and he felt that the other party suddenly became much taller, and a small fist like fat jade with a holy white light struck towards the white bone claw.

Compared to that terrifying giant palm, the glossy jade arm and delicate little fist were as brittle and tender as a translucent bean sprout... Hu Wangcai couldn't bear to look at it anymore, but he couldn't help but look at it.

"Boom!" The violent roar was like two mountains colliding, shaking Hu Wang's wealth and knowledge of the sea and making him dizzy.

Hu Wangcai saw that a black crack like a spider web suddenly bloomed in the gray sky, and it snowed, the big ones were like mats, and the small ones were like butterflies, falling in a slump. But it was only an instant, and the white bone palm reappeared, only to suddenly shrink a lot, as if it was shrinking sharply. There were several overlapping thunderclaps from outside the sky, and Kerala ... Kerala... Dull and eerie.

"He's injured! Those are his bones!" Zi Xiu's voice suddenly sounded in Hu Wangcai's ears, almost scaring Hu Daying. It turned out that Zi Xiu knew that his realm was low, so he quickly became invisible and shrank to his side.

"What about Old Kun? Kunlun, Kunlun... Where is it?" Hu Wangcai asked tremblingly, at this time, he especially missed Kunlun Nu's strong arms and character of not knowing life or death.

A gust of extremely fishy cold and evil wind blew, raising black and yellow mixed sand, rolling like a wild dragon, I don't know how long it has been blowing, Hu Wangcai can no longer see the weak figure of the saint. was looking anxiously, and suddenly saw a relatively slender white bone claw almost bewitching down from the sky, pinching the neck of Yi Que'er in the wind and sand accurately, and slowly lifting her.

Yi Qi'er's white robe and long black scattered hair rolled in the wind, and the whole person was like a thin ragdoll, fluttering, and many silver points of light visible to the naked eye burst out from his eyes, and the points of light became denser and longer, like two silver galaxies, escaping towards the sky.

Hu Wangcai's eyes darkened, as if he had seen the tragic situation of his inner dan being pinched and exploded, and he couldn't wait to pass out immediately...

The storm was raging and almost all the tents were uprooted. The tents let out a loud cry of tearing apart as they lifted off the ground, and it was only then that Hu Wangcai realized that these tents were not as ordinary as they appeared to be.

Hu Wangcai finally saw Kunlun Nu. As he was leaning high, he drew the bow, with four arrows on the bowstring.

At the moment when Luoxia opened the bow, the Dao Dao Xiaguang stained the angry young face, the outline of the body and the treading clouds under his feet, the black curly hair danced backwards, the whole person seemed to be burning in the sea of flames, and the breath was constantly soaring, and in an instant, it was like a god of war on the chariot of fire.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

At first, it was just a shriek of breaking clouds, but it immediately split into four, and a crimson flame swirled on each of the golden arrows. Although the flame is small, it seems to contain the spirit of burning the six and eight wildernesses and moving forward.

There was another muffled thunder in the sky, as if sneering and on guard.

The familiar arrow qi seemed to graze the tip of Hu Wangcai's nose, making his nose sour for a while, and he almost shed tears; that is, in the blink of an eye, he saw two huge skeletons in the sky wearing black robes and silver belts, one with a thick skeleton and an almost piercing wound in the palm; the other was relatively "delicate", and a white bone palm was still missing. They were covered in circles of transparent light, and Kunlunnu's four arrows disappeared after submerging into the outermost aperture of light, like ice rain falling into the endless sea.

The aperture made a buzzing sound, diffusing into a blur, as if a god used the sky as a drawing board to draw a pair of white bone immortals, and then wiped it, and the clouds and fog shrouded were not visible.

"Shoot... Did you get hit?" Hu Wangcai asked Zi Xiu with a crying voice.

"It doesn't seem to be..."

"Alas, I knew that this second fool who didn't know the height of the sky couldn't do it..."Hu Wangcai's newly raised head was pounded down again, smashing on the belly of a dead corpse.

"Kunlun is okay," Zi Xiu said with a little trembling, "It's better than us lying on the ground like a dog..."

Hu Wangcai rolled his eyes angrily, "It seems to be you lying on the ground, right?

The wind is back. After shooting four arrows, Kunlun Nu raised his demon slaying knife and drew a blinding arc of light, like a thin moth, without hesitation to the boundless hellfire, lonely, fearless, and tragic.

"It's over!" Hu Wangcai closed his eyes in despair.

"Look!" Zi Xiu pushed him hard.

A transparent, clear, and straight light pierced through the chaotic clouds and haze, splitting the sky in half, and it seemed to flash a very faint green shadow. Only Zi Xiu's eyesight could clearly see that it was the arrow from the Great Master's Tianshu Bow, the arrow from which the wooden pole was built.

The arrow was so fast, so fast that it was silent, and the sonic boom that pierced through the void was left far behind, and it didn't come for a long time, and the arrow silently passed through the tall white bone monk's upper dantian, and then swam like a fish, and turned silently in one direction, piercing through another slightly smaller one, and in the strange silence, like a thin and brittle sugar man smashed open by a hammer, it shattered inch by inch, and under the clouds, there was a fluttering goose feather "heavy snow"...

At this time, the loud thunderbolt of ten thousand thunderbolts was too late.

"Master..." The loud noise covered Hu Wangcai's cry of joy, and he was relieved to cry boldly.

Yi Qi'er fell leisurely from the air like a falling leaf, Kunlun Nu flew over desperately, caught her, and found that she was still alive, but there was a dark choke on her neck, which was shocking.

Hu Wangcai pulled Zixiu and rushed towards them with the most exaggerated figure.

Of course, no matter how hard he tried, Long Lin still fell in front of Kunlun Nu earlier.

Kunlun Nu had already become a blood gourd, not only because of the blood spraying of the Seven Apertures caused by his forcible urging of the higher-level Chiye Gong, but also because he was cut by the Yin Gang Cyclone of the White Bone Cultivator, and there was almost no good skin and flesh on his body, which scared Hu Wangcai so much that his eyes flashed.

Long Lin's face was pale, this arrow really tried his best, and it tore the internal wound in his waist, which was really painful. He first swallowed the elixir for Kunlun Nu, probed his body, and found that there was no major problem, so he relieved his heart and said, "Kunlun, you are reckless... This pair of Yin-Yang Sect cultivators is the pinnacle of the Transformation God Realm, and they are definitely not your current rival. ”

"The peak of the Transformation God Realm!" Kunlun Nu was excited, he actually fought with the power of the peak of the Transformation God Realm! Seeing Long Lin's face, he also immediately realized that in order to save his life, the eldest master really fought hard, and he was full of emotion for a while, and he couldn't help but shed tears, mixed with blood on his face, and fell on the front of the saint's clothes.

When the dragon appeared, he began to cry, describing how he fought bravely to protect the saint, but the result was too much to do, and the saint was caught by the skeleton... Zi Xiu secretly blushed for him, bowed his head and said nothing.

This is going to change Long Bao, so he has to beat him up without saying anything, Long Lin just gently comforted: "Thank you for your hard work!"

He looked at Kunlun Nu's hand and asked, "This is the Holy Maiden?" Kunlun replied "Yes" and asked Long Lin to show her how her injuries were. Long Lin found that her white cloth robe was so tattered that she couldn't cover her body, but the veil was intact on her face, and she couldn't help but frown in surprise. Because, too, he couldn't see through this thin veil, and couldn't see the face under her eyes.

For the surviving patients, the previous fierce fight had only made them feel lightning and thunder, bad weather with strong winds and sand, and a strange, unaccompanied snowfall that had disappeared and melted before it could hit the ground.