The wind rose again, and the sand and gravel on the ground were pulled by the wind, like an arrow off the string, hitting the mountain wall, and the sound of "popping" was endless, as if it was raining for a while. The demon was so excited by the wind that it could not stabilize its body, and its hands no longer grabbed and danced wildly, but protected its head and face.

The eldest grandson, Wenquan, was already watching from the side, and the judge's pen shot out, right in the devil's chest. The demon was struck by this blow, and could no longer withstand the force of the howling wind, and was struck straight out, nailed to the mountain wall.

The demon vulture, immortal, reached out to pull out the judge's pen, and suddenly the brilliance flashed, and one of its heads was shattered by Lingyun's fan.

The eldest grandson Wenquan stretched out his hand and hooked the judge's pen back, and the demon fell to the ground and scattered into a pile of broken bones. Ye Lan saw that this monster was still strong and strong, and the magic weapon was difficult to hurt, but now it was shattered when he fell, and he wondered in his heart. He didn't know that this was because the demon's spirit had dissipated. Just as he was about to turn around and walk out of the fork in the road, he suddenly saw the eldest grandson Wenquan pinching the magic trick, and chanted the mantra in a deep voice: "Yin and Yang are one, and the Yuan Spirit is revealed!"

Ye Lan saw that he suddenly cast the "Imaging Technique", and he didn't know why. But he saw a human figure appear on the pile of broken bones. The man's body emitted a faint white light, his body seemed to be real and illusory, faintly transparent, wearing a long robe, wearing a scholar's hat, his facial features were very clear, but it was a Confucian appearance.

The Confucian looked at the broken bones on the ground, his face was full of grief and pain, he touched his face with his hand, as if he was crying, then put down his hand, slowly showed a smile, and arched his hands again, and shook his hands deeply, his lips moved, as if he was saying something, but there was no sound.

Ye Lan took a step forward and frowned, "What did you say?" The Confucian student stopped talking, and his face turned calm and solemn, as if he was waiting for something. Ye Lan wanted to ask again, but the man swooped and disappeared, as if he had been suddenly sucked away by some strange force in the underworld.

Ye Lan didn't know how many times he had seen this scene. He knew that there were spiritual things in the world, and when the original spirit left the body when he died, it was such a scene, and if it were not for the "manifestation technique" performed by a monk, this scene would not be seen by mortal monks. However, this demon is obviously fierce and brutal, but Yuan Ling is so gentle, which is really difficult for Ye Lan to understand.

But I heard the eldest grandson Wenquan sigh: "This demon is trapped in this underground cave, and there are no monks, spirit beasts or spirit stones for it to devour and absorb, for more than 20,000 years, its own spiritual power has almost dissipated, but it can still deal with you and me empty-handed and have the upper hand, Brother Ye, if it weren't for the amazing power of your treasure fan, lying on the ground at this time, I am afraid that it is the corpse of you and me." ”

Ye Lan nodded yes, and the eldest grandson Wenquan said again: "This Confucian is a righteous and good person at first glance, but after his death, he was refined into this 'Yuan Ling Demon Demon', and he has suffered from confusion of divine consciousness for 20,000 years, which is really pitiful. Looking at the magic power of this demon, this person was only afraid that he had reached Jindan Avenue before his death, but it was a pity, it was a pity, Master Yan...... Yan Nai's methods are really too vicious!"

Ye Lan listened to the words of the eldest grandson Wenquan, and realized that these monsters called "Yuan Ling Demon Monsters" were actually refined from the soul of a monk. Listening to the meaning of his words, after the monk Yuan Ling was refined into a demon, it seemed that his divine consciousness was still there, but he was not really dead. This kind of tragic encounter of not being able to survive and not being able to die is really ten thousand times more cruel than being killed directly, and I shudder to think about it.

When the two of them fought the demon, they were too busy to take care of themselves, and they had no distractions, and they turned a deaf ear to the situation around them. At this time, the victory stopped, only to hear the shouts of the fighting methods of a group of Taixu disciples outside the fork road, and the two of them did not hesitate, flew out of the fork in the road, and joined the battle group again.

At this time, everyone was surrounded by dozens of demons, and everyone gathered in one place, only defending but not attacking, and it was difficult for them to resist themselves. Lin Wenyong, Mo Wenyao and a male disciple named Tian Wenchang were all injured. Tian Wenchang was particularly seriously injured, and he received a claw on his left shoulder, which caused the bone to be visible, but he still fought hard with the fairy sword, and the blood from the wound splashed everywhere, dripping on Mo Wenyao's white clothes, as bright as a peach blossom.

Fortunately, there were no new demons pouring out of the forks, and although everyone resisted the difficulties, fortunately no one died. Seeing this, the eldest grandson Wenquan was eager to rescue the same family, and the judge's pen turned into a ball of black light, and attacked several enemies.

Several demons sensed that there was an enemy attacking behind them, and turned around to resist, Ye Lan saw it clearly, opened the Lingyun fan, and swung out horizontally. The wind rose with the fan, avoiding the group of Taixu disciples and blowing towards these demons. The mana of these demons was far behind, and as soon as the fan blew, one by one they fell to the ground like a gourd rolling on the ground. The eldest grandson Wenquan didn't wait for these demons to get up, and the judge's pen went up with the momentum, stirring up broken bones all over the ground.

The demons were attacked on their backs, and the formation was slightly scattered, and several demons turned around and attacked Ye Lan and Eldest Sun Wenquan. These demons are all hard-handed, and the two of them dare not slack off, and they concentrate on the battle.

Mo Wenyao and the others had to help each other, and the pressure was steep and light, although they still had to take the defensive, it was no longer a dangerous situation where they were only beaten and did not fight back.

After fighting again, Tian Wenchang was hit in the leg again, and he was unable to fight again, so he had to sit in the middle of everyone, and Yun Zhenyuan sealed the bloodline. Lin Wenyong also slapped again, his face turned pale, the corners of his mouth were bloody, and the iron rod naturally slowed down.

The eldest grandson Wenquan saw that although Mo Wenyao's injury was light, his face was anxious and he was in a hurry. He knew that if he didn't come to his aid, everyone would die. He was anxious, his pen was strengthened, and he rushed forward with all his might, but he couldn't break through the blockade of the demons in front of him.

Suddenly, he heard an "ah" sound, and half of Fan Wencui's sleeve was torn off by a claw, revealing half of his lotus root, but fortunately he was not injured, but he was so frightened that he lost his face.

The eldest grandson, Wen Quan, kicked a demon away with one kick, took advantage of the momentum to retreat, turned around and shouted towards the fork in the middle: "Senior Brother Wen, if you don't come back, just wait to collect the corpses for everyone!"

After screaming a few times, he didn't hear Wen Feng's response, the eldest grandson Wenquan was in a hurry, and under the loss of consciousness, he almost hit a heavy hand at the top door, if it wasn't for Ye Lan to drive it away in time with the Lingyun fan, one life would be gone.

Ye Lan had rarely had such a scuffle in his life, and it was difficult to deal with it, but by chance, he discovered the magic of the Lingyun fan, and whenever he couldn't resist it, he used Zhenyuan to fan it fiercely. Those who cultivate to be weak will be directly fanned away, and those who cultivate to be strong will be hit by this wind, and the offensive will also be greatly slowed down, and Ye Lan will take advantage of the situation to dodge, and there is no danger for a while.

The eldest grandson Wenquan struck several times, and he couldn't go forward, and saw Lin Wenyong hit the air with a cane from a distance, and was swept by the opponent's claws, bringing up a bloody light. The eldest grandson Wenquan was in a hurry, and the pen came out close to the ground, crossed a distance of more than ten zhang, cut up diagonally, and cut the demon that attacked Lin Wenyong in half, which saved his life.

The eldest grandson Wenquan did not wait for the judge's pen to turn around, dodged away, avoided a finger wind, and was about to strike back, when he suddenly felt a flower in front of him, only to see a Sen Sen bone claw carrying a trace of black gas, striking with a thunderous momentum. The eldest grandson Wenquan hurriedly returned his palm to resist, but the palm momentum had not yet been withdrawn, and the claw had reached three feet in front of him, and he felt sad in his heart: "I died here today!" Although he knew that he was not lucky, he still carried his palm like the wind and hit the demon's arm. Suddenly, the shirt on the back of his neck moved slightly, and there was a cool breeze blowing, only to see that the claws of the hand were from three feet to two feet, from two feet to one and a half feet, and the more and more slowly, until it was half a foot away from the tip of the nose, and finally froze, and then there was a crisp sound of "collapse", and the arm was hit by his palm, turning into grains of crushed ice, and scattered to the ground.

"Senior Sister Luo, you're finally back!" Eldest Sun Wen said with a long breath.

Luo Wenqi saw everyone's embarrassed appearance, frowned slightly, and saw Mo Wenyao's white clothes stained with blood, his steps staggered, his face suddenly cold, and he didn't answer, the snow jade phantom ice bracelet turned into a snow shadow, looming, haunting for no reason, and struck at the demons. Her mana is much higher than that of her peers, although she is injured, her power is still extraordinary, just a flick of her fingers, several demons blocking the way are frozen, Ye Lan and the eldest grandson Wenquan fan the pen together, and in an instant, the ice chips are flying, scattering into a cloud of cold mist. The three of them did not slow down at all, passed through the fog, and killed like chopping melons and vegetables.

As soon as Luo Wenqi joined the battle group, the strength and weakness reversed instantly, and all the demons suffered from the enemy, and suddenly the corners of the formation were chaotic.

Seeing that the odds of victory were in hand, the eldest grandson Wenquan remembered Wen Feng again, and asked Luo Wenqi: "Senior Sister Luo, Senior Brother Wen, ...... him"

Luo Wenqi was urging the jade bracelet to fight against a demon, and the demon's mana was extremely strong, and he shook the snow jade phantom ice bracelet with his palm power, forcing the jade bracelet to retreat a few feet. Luo Wenqi was caught off guard for a while, and was violently vibrated by this meridian, her body shook slightly, she took half a step back, and hurriedly pinched a seal, and the snow jade phantom ice bracelet was stimulated by her mana, and she made a great effort, and turned slightly in the air, dissolving all the palm power of the demon. Luo Wenqi stabilized his body and said to the eldest grandson Wenquan: "The treasure is in the fork in the road where Senior Brother Wen is, there are powerful demons guarding it, I and Senior Brother Wen joined forces to fight the enemy, and we couldn't win for a while, but I heard you shouting for help, Senior Brother Wen couldn't get out for a while, I'm afraid that you will make a mistake, so I have to leave Senior Brother Wen and return here." ”

Hearing this, the eldest grandson Wenquan hurriedly said: "Isn't he dangerous alone, let's take care of these few quickly, so that we can help him!"

Everyone thought it was good, and they fought hard, and for a while, the thunder and lightning were rampant, and in the blink of an eye, they killed a demon. Suddenly, I heard the sound of collision behind me, and a rough and atmospheric voice shouted: "I can't stand it! I can't stand it! I can't stand it!

Everyone looked back and saw that Wen Feng was fighting and retreating, and was chased by the four-headed demon and withdrew from the fork. I saw that although his clothes were torn and covered in blood, he still shouted loudly, and danced a green axe to the ground, and his power was terrifying.

Ye Lan, Luo Wenqi and the eldest grandson Wenquan saw Wen Feng's tragic situation, and they all turned around and flew back to help him defend against the enemy. A group of Taixu disciples lacked the strength of these three people, and they could no longer surround the five demons, and the five monsters broke out and attacked everyone, and for a while it became a melee.

Wen Feng got the help of the three of them, his spirit was greatly lifted, his mana was higher than Luo Wenqi, Ye Lan and the other three fought two monsters together, Wen Feng fought two monsters alone, and immediately gained the upper hand, but he couldn't win in a hurry.