When Mo Yao heard that he really admitted that he was Zhuo Wenchang, he chuckled in his heart and said secretly: "I have heard Senior Brother Wen mention it many times, saying that although Zhuo Wenchang was pierced through his heart by his sword, his divine sense was protected by the Hongmeng Taiji Jade Plate, and he did not really die. I didn't believe that there would be such a strange thing in the world, but I didn't expect it to be true. Four years ago, he was only a cultivator in the Freedom Realm, how could he have cultivated to the point where he could use the divine thunder at will in just four years? Could it be that the Hongmeng Taiji Jade Plate was really so wonderful? Senior Brother Wen said that this surnamed Zhuo was not the slightest bit loyal to the Ziyang Palace, and he secretly cultivated a group of henchmen from the Ziyang Palace, hoping to regain control of the Taixu one day. If he appeared here today, it was obvious that he had a conspiracy with the Rakshasa Pavilion, but I don't know if he was colluding with the Rakshasa Pavilion as the head of the fake Taixu, or if he was running an errand for the Ziyang Palace? If it was the former, I heard Senior Brother Wen say that this subordinate surnamed Zhuo did not have a decent master, and it was expected that he would not be able to stir up much trouble, if it was the latter, then the Ziyang Palace and the Rakshasa Pavilion would be in cahoots, and it would definitely be very unfavorable to me! ”

Back then, outside the Chixuan Treasure House, Zhuo Wenchang was pierced through the heart by Wen Feng's sword, and then his soul was protected by the Hongmeng Taiji Jade Plate, and he did not die. In the past few years, every time Ye Lan thinks about this matter, he thinks of the eldest grandson Wenquan's appearance, and he often resents himself in his heart, that is, he hates Zhuo Wenchang for being ruthless and vicious, and hates himself for being incompetent and unable to avenge the third brother, at this time, he finally saw Zhuo Wenchang's face again, and saw that although his appearance has completely changed, the graceful bearing on his body and the unruly look in his eyes have not changed at all, Ye Lan saw his demeanor, and the hatred in his heart increased, and he secretly gritted his teeth and said: " Zhuo Wenchang is still this sanctimonious appearance, if you don't know his vicious heart, it is very easy to be deceived by his appearance and bearing, I never had the slightest doubt about him back then, the eldest grandson and the third brother are even more sincerely admired for him, and he is the only one who looks forward, but he only wants to snatch a fan, so he does not hesitate to attack him, and it is expected that the third brother will not believe that his always respected senior brother Zhu will suddenly kill the killer, such a way of death, it is really wronged!" Thinking that the eldest grandson Wenquan died so unclearly, he only felt a sour feeling in his heart, and pointed at Zhuo Wenchang's nose and scolded: "Zhuo Wenchang, you despicable villain, return my third brother's life!"

Zhuo Wenchang frowned slightly, and said suspiciously: "Third brother, Wen Quan is obviously your second brother...... , Oh, yes, you and Wen Feng must have pulled Yan Zhuoran and bowed again, and by the way, Wen Quan was also included. When he said this, he sighed lightly, a look of pity appeared on his face, and then said: "Although Wen Quan's qualifications are not very outstanding, he is well-read and well-informed, and he is also a rare talent. ”

Ye Lan remembered the ruthlessness of the Six Yang Returning Dust Palm back then, and his heart still palpitated, at this time, seeing that Zhuo Wenchang actually pretended to feel sorry for the eldest Sun Wenquan, his heart was even more angry, and he said in a trembling voice: "You...... , I still have the face to say such cool words, it's really shameless!" Speaking of this, he couldn't bear it anymore, the red light flashed in his hand, and the ebony fan turned into a tiger, roared, and was about to rush towards Zhuo Wenchang.

Zhuo Wenchang saw the fierce beast formed by the flames, smiled slightly, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, and said lightly: "I haven't seen you for a few years, your kid hasn't grown at all, and you still use this broken fan to cast these hands and three-legged cats, it's really eye-catching!"

Ye Lan ignored his sarcasm, jumped on the back of the flaming tiger, scolded angrily, drove the tiger down quickly, and halfway through, the white light flashed in his hand, turned into a snow-colored spear, and stabbed Zhuo Wenchang in the head!

Zhuo Wen's face flashed in surprise, and muttered: "Xuan Bing is away from the fire...... raised his right arm, and a clear light rushed up obliquely, penetrating from the forehead of the flame tiger, piercing the back of his head, and then slamming into the waist of the snow-colored spear.

The flaming tiger was stabbed by the clear light, roared, and burst away, turning into bits of sparks and disappearing without a trace. The snow-colored spear was hit by Qingguang, and the barrel of the gun was broken from it, Ye Lan snorted in pain, volleyed somersaults, stumbled on the ground, and almost fell.

Mo Yao was shocked when he saw that he was repelled by Zhuo Wenchang with one move, and hurriedly asked, "What's the matter?"

Half of the gun in Ye Lan's hand flashed away, turned into a swarthy ebony fan, looked up and smiled at Mo Yao, signaling that it was okay, and then raised his hand to point at Zhuo Wenchang and said, "He didn't take advantage of it this time." ”

Mo Yao saw that he was fine, he felt slightly relieved, raised his eyes to look at Zhuo Wenchang, and saw that his face had turned iron-blue, and his body had moved back a few feet, and the bluestone lines on the ground where he landed were vertical and horizontal, dense as a spider's web.

Seeing this scene, Mo Yao smiled slightly, and said to Zhuo Wenchang: "Senior Brother Zhuo, I have heard of the name for a long time, and I don't want to see it today." The younger sister is polite. Senior brother's profound skills, thousands of miles a day, it is really amazing, but I don't know what this trick just now is called? Is it my Taixu Technique, or is it a high skill of Ziyang Palace?"

Zhuo Wenchang snorted lightly and said disdainfully: "How can you use such trouble to deal with this kid surnamed Ye? Although he said so, the shock in his heart was incomprehensible, he was originally a monk of the second layer of the Yuanying Realm, when the Chixuan Treasure House was in battle, his body was destroyed, and his soul returned to the Ziyang Palace, and he regained his cultivation and skill from the Hongmeng Taiji Jade Plate

Recover. In the past few years, he has worked hard, and finally reached the next level, reaching the third level of the Yuanying realm, thinking that with his supernatural powers, he can take care of Ye Lan casually, but he didn't expect that he had handed over a trick, and he didn't take advantage of the slightest advantage, he was shocked and hated in his heart, and said secretly: "Outside the Chixuan Treasure House back then, this kid was just entering the Jindan realm, how could it be that in just four or five years, his skills were already as profound? Thinking of this, jealousy grew in his heart, and he went straight to Yunxiao: "If it weren't for this kid surnamed Ye making trouble, this Chixuan Treasure House wouldn't be in my bag? One day, I will take all the Chixuan Treasures back!"

Mo Yao listened to Zhuo Wenchang's flat tone, but after finishing speaking, the muscles on his cheeks trembled, his eyes stared at Ye Lan, and his eyes were about to erupt fire, knowing that he was not sure about Ye Lan, he smiled and said: " When the little sister is in Tianxu Peak, she often drinks with Senior Brother Wenfeng, Senior Brother Wen can't drink well, and Xiaomei will get drunk every time she drinks, he will mention Senior Brother Zhuo every time he gets drunk, the feeling of missing is really touching, the little sister has heard a lot of senior brother Zhuo's past deeds, and her heart is really full of admiration for the senior brother, I can see it today, I want to be closer to the senior brother, how can I bear the little sister's cultivation is shallow, not the opponent of the senior brother, so I have to ask my brother Ye to do it for me. Brother Ye and Sister Luo had a twenty-year contract, and sooner or later they would apprentice to Taixu, and they could be regarded as half of Taixu's disciples, and he would clean up the door on behalf of the sect, but it was reasonable. ”

Zhuo Wenchang heard her mention Luo Wenqi, and there was a gentle look in his eyes, and when he heard her talk about the twenty-year covenant, he suddenly snorted again, and a thick anger swelled in his pupils, and then he saw Ye Lan looking at Mo Yao's expression, and was slightly stunned, and then breathed a sigh of relief, and said to Mo Yao: " When I was on Dragon Scale Island, I heard Senior Sister Luo praise you a lot, and you said that you were a rare genius, and I don't know if it was true or false, but even if Senior Sister Luo was exaggerating, it was expected that you would be a little bit of a pound two, this seat is the head of Taixu, for the sake of Taixu's future, I don't want to damage my Taixu roots, if you can abandon the darkness and turn to the light, and return to this seat, this seat will be reused. ”

When Mo Yao heard this, her smile increased, and she shook her head and said: "Senior Brother Zhuo's Taoism is wonderful, my little sister admires it, I didn't expect that the kung fu on this cheek is higher than the kung fu on the bottom of my hand, dare to ask Senior Brother Zhuo, is your shameless kung fu from the ancestors of Zhuo Dao?"

Zhuo Wenchang has always respected Zhuo Daozong like a god, and when he heard her insult to his great ancestor, he couldn't help but shout angrily, the clear light in his hand skyrocketed, Mo Yao saw this, hurriedly took a step back, and said with a smile: "Soldier to soldier, general to general, Brother Ye, Senior Brother Zhuo will be handed over to you!"

Ye Lan took a step forward, glanced at the Qingguang in Zhuo Wenzhong's palm, suddenly sighed, and asked, "Qingyu Linghua ruler, why did this ruler get to your hand again?"

Zhuo Wenchang raised the jade ruler, pointed at Ye Lan and said angrily: "You are embarrassed to ask! The green jade Linghua ruler is so rare, you actually sold it for only 160,000 crystal coins, you really invested in the sludge, and you don't know the goods at all!"

Ye Lan listened, stretched out the ebony fan and scratched his head, smiled embarrassedly, and said curtly: "At that time, I had just wandered the rivers and lakes, and I didn't know how to bargain, and the boss of the Chamber of Commerce was not very kind...... , surnamed Zhuo, how much did you spend to buy it back?"

Zhuo Wenchang's expression froze, and a trace of pain actually appeared on his face, and then he snorted angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, today is your death!"

Ye Lan had just dealt with him in one move, knowing that although his realm was higher than his own, he was only slightly inferior in terms of strength, and although the green jade Linghua ruler was wonderful, after all, he could not be compared with Xuan Bing's fire fan, and his own skill realm was inferior, but he took advantage of the exercises and magic weapons.

On the side, Zhu Ziyun saw that the three of you were very familiar with each other, and couldn't help frowning and asked, "What senior brother and sister, the one who is too weak, the sister of the Mo family, who is this person?"

Before Mo Yao could answer, suddenly a person behind Zhuo Wenchang also asked loudly: "Young Master Zhuo, these people are your enemies?

Zhuo Wenchang snorted lightly and said angrily: "The three of them obviously came to find trouble with your Rakshasa Pavilion, but they just happened to run into me here, if I don't reveal my identity, it is expected that this kid surnamed Ye will not recognize me." Lord Cui Xiang, I didn't ask you how you offended these three evil stars first, but you also blamed me!"

The Cui Xiang Lord was stunned for a moment, and then nodded and said: "This is also reasonable, these three people are righteous path disciples at a glance, you group of righteous path disciples are all sanctimonious, and they talk about what kind of demon removal and defense path are on their lips all day long, buzzing like flies, which is annoying." Now that these three little guys know where our branch is, they are naturally going to come to the door to find trouble. Anyway, it seems that this kid has some old friendship with Zhuo Gongzi, so you two can catch up with the old days, and as for these two female dolls, leave them to our brothers. Speaking of this, he looked at Mo Yao and Zhu Ziyun's faces, and then a look of disappointment appeared on his face: "The appearance of these two girls is really a little bit worse, that is, they are afraid that the brothers will not have an appetite when they are used as a Ding furnace, and sure enough, none of the goods they sent to the door are good, and they are far from the work we have taken by ourselves."

The color is fragrant. Brothers, give it to me!"

Ye Lan didn't know how the disciples of the Rakshasa Pavilion cultivated, he was originally very worried about Mo Yao, he had to fight with Zhuo Wenchang's life, this victory was unpredictable, if Mo Yao was in danger, he would definitely not be able to help. After listening to the rude words of Lord Cui Xiang, saying that Zhu Ziyun and Mo Yao were two ordinary-looking people, and they were not even qualified to be a Ding Furnace, not only was he not angry, but his heart was a little calmer. Zhu Ziyun has an ordinary appearance, although he is not ugly, but he can't get along with a stunning beauty, these Rakshasa Pavilion disciples do all kinds of evil, and they have taken beautiful women from all over the world as a ding furnace, and they can be said to have seen the world in the word beauty, so it is reasonable to look down on Zhu Ziyun, but Mo Yao is stunning, unparalleled in the world, how can it be said that he looks ordinary?

This group of Rakshasa Pavilion disciples seems to be headed by this Cui Xiang master, and it is expected that this Tianxing rudder has no other masters except for the hall master Zheng Qizong, since even the Cui Xiang master of this main matter is not as good as Mo Yao, then the rest of the people are even more insignificant. Mo Yao's methods of dealing with people in the Demon Dao, Ye Lan has seen it with her own eyes, and now she has the artifact Cold Moon Burial Flower Soul in her hand, and there is no danger in dealing with this group of Rakshasa Pavilion disciples who are not highly cultivated, not to mention that there is a Zhu Ziyun next to her who has a higher cultivation than her, and the two of them joined forces to destroy this Heavenly Star Rudder without the hall master, it was really easy.

Thinking of this, he no longer paid attention to the disciples of the Rakshasa Pavilion, his eyes were firmly fixed on Zhuo Wenchang, he bowed his hand to him slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Senior Brother Zhuo, please!"

Zhuo Wenchang was originally on guard, but when he heard Ye Lan being commensurate with his senior brother, he couldn't help but be slightly moved, groaned slightly, and said softly: "What, do you also call me senior brother?"

Ye Lan nodded, and said with a straight face: "I have long regarded myself as a disciple of Taixu in my heart, but I have not officially apprenticed yet, and I can only be regarded as half a disciple of Taixu." As for Senior Brother Zhuo, you have always claimed to be the head of Taixu, but Taixumen has long regarded you as a traitor and does not regard you as the same sect as Taixu. The grievances and grievances between your Zhuo family and Taixu for tens of thousands of years are beyond my ability to judge the merits, and I estimate that you are half a disciple of Taixu. Half of our Taixu disciples are against the upper half of Taixu disciples, and the younger brother is a few years younger, so naturally we want to call you senior brother. Speaking of this, he paused, with a sad look in his eyes, and continued: "What's more, my eldest grandson's third brother died at your hand, Brother Wen once vowed to kill you with his own hands to avenge the third brother, although I also hate you to the core, but I don't want to go against Brother Wen's wishes, but since I met you today, if I let you go, how can I be worthy of my third brother who died in vain? ”

Zhuo Wenchang listened, sighed lightly, stared at Ye Lan's eyes and said slowly: "Ye Gongzi, Senior Brother Wen, people live in their positions, and they can't help themselves, if there is any other way, I really don't want to hurt Wen Quan's child, believe it or not, I can only rely on you." ”

"People are dead, what's the use of saying this?"

Zhuo Wenchang saw that Ye Lan's face was full of determination, sighed softly, hugged his fist at Ye Lan, and said, "Please!" A word please exited, and the two figures disappeared together, and only the sound of the howling ice wind was heard in the field.

The two of them in this compartment used the Xuan Bing Lihuo Fan and the Qingyu Linghua ruler to fight each other, purely fighting with profound skills, only to see the flames and frost dancing together, and the jade Hua was full of green light, and it was difficult to distinguish between them. Here, Mo Yao and Zhu Ziyun fought with the disciples of the Rakshasa Pavilion, but the movement was much smaller.

There are a large number of disciples in the Rakshasa Pavilion, and they deal with the two women together, since everyone is afraid to do so, at the beginning, each has more than ten magic weapons to attack the two women. Mo Yao saw that none of them could understand their own tricks, knowing that although the other party had a large number of people, there was no master, and he didn't even bother to sacrifice the flower basket at the moment, so he only took the cold moon shovel and swayed it casually. The first few magic weapons that hit her were a fan, a silver hook, a golden hammer, a long sword, and a blood-colored forging belt, on which the blood qi was like a living thing, overflowing and turning into blood snakes, as if trying to choose people to devour. Mo Yao didn't take a closer look at these magic weapons of different sizes, regardless of whether the comer was a light soldier or a heavy weapon, they all met Yuehua in their hands, and several heavy blades touched the top of Lian Yuehua, it was like paper paste, and it was cut into two pieces silently, but the blood-colored forging belt was cut by Yuehua, and it was not broken, and the blood and qi twisted a few times, flew back upside down, and flew back to the master's hand steadily, the person's face was pale, like a zombie, but his mouth was full of blood, and it was obvious that his life's magic weapon received a blow from the cold moon shovel, which made his meridians tremble violently, and he suffered extremely serious internal injuries。

He was unaware of his injury, looked down at the blood-colored forging belt, and saw that in an instant, only thirty percent of the blood was left, and he couldn't help but wail, and he fell to the sky. The remaining monks whose magic weapons were broken were also seriously injured, blood spurted wildly in their mouths, and they fell to the ground, Mo Yao ignored these people, but flew in front of the person who made the blood-colored forging belt, and the moonlight flashed in his hand, against the person's throat, and said coldly: "Your forging belt looks like a thing that refines the soul with painstaking efforts, and what the girl hates the most is you bastard who kills children!"

The man opened his mouth to speak, but before he could speak, he saw that Yuehua sank, and one of his heads had been cut off by the cold moon shovel.

When the disciples of the Rakshasa Pavilion saw that she cut off several magic weapons as soon as she made a move, and no one dared to attack her with her natal magic weapon for a while, they all exclaimed in surprise and retreated again and again, for fear that Yuehua Chao herself would also cut such a blow in the woman's hand.