"Don't hurt him!" With a flick of its sleeve, the fern threw a circular circle of light and enveloped the curled tengu.

A white light exploded, the earth shook a few times, and the giant foot stopped above Qiye's head, stopped by a small circle of light. Luo Tuo retracted his feet suspiciously, looked at Cang Fern and said: "Emperor, this little demon must be a thief who made trouble before, and he dares to offend your Dharma Body, the crime is unforgivable!" ”

The fern smiled and shook her head, and was about to speak, when suddenly a strange roar came, and the surrounding scenery became blurred in the trembling sound. Luo Tuo's feet were soft, and "Puff" fell to his knees, and the soul search mirror in his hand almost fell out.

"You want to catch me, next life!" He glared at the fern viciously, his long hair was burned to the ground, black blood oozed from his ears and nostrils, and his chest burned as if there was a fire burning him.

Seeing that it couldn't escape, it finally turned its heart sideways and used the most powerful magical power of the Dog Rong Clan, "Magic Sonic Wave". It's a pity that he was seriously injured before he reached adulthood, and he couldn't control the power of the backlash, so he was already injured and injured, and he could barely stand up.

"You must escape, you can't fall into the hands of the black-faced dryad!" It struggled to throw itself into the river beside it, and with a leap of it, it had turned into a herring and burrowed into the water.

"Where to run!" Luo Tuo has reached a state of rage, as the second disciple under the Cang Fern seat, the dignified Vajra Protector, was shocked by the roar of this little demon and almost fell to the ground. If you let it escape in front of the eyes of the Emperor Cangfer, I really don't have the face to see the brothers in the clan!

The bronze mirror in his hand shone brightly, shining brighter than the moonlight, shining on the rushing river. The wide surface of the river was suddenly dyed into a piece of gold, and after a while, the water splashed in all directions, and a flesh-red figure was sucked out of the river by the pillar of light, and he struggled to get rid of it.

A trace of despair swept through Qiye's heart, do you really want to die here, what should the little brother do, and who else will take care of him! He writhed desperately in mid-air, but he couldn't get rid of it, and fell back into the grass on the shore with the light.

He fell heavily to the ground, and his originally depleted body suddenly gushed out a trace of spiritual power. With secret joy in his heart, he slumped on the ground silently, let Luo Tuo carry it, and threw it back at the feet of the fern.

"Luotuo, it's just a little demon, and it doesn't have the ability to fight, so you don't have to do this to it!" The fern's tone was a little more reproachful.

"Disciple, I know it's wrong!" Luo Tuo lowered his head in fear, the light of the bronze mirror in his hand disappeared, retracted his waist, and stood aside respectfully.

Cang Fern looked at the dying tengu, sighed, and ordered: "This is a hundred miles to the east, there is a huge stone under the willow shade slope, and there is a sleeping young beast in the cave behind the stone, you send a few little demons to bring it back and take care of it properly." As for it...... He deserves some punishment for doing so many bad things. He punished it forever and never left the Seven Evil Forests until his younger brother came to his senses. ”

After that, the ethereal figure became blurred, and there was no trace of it.

Luo Tuo retracted his Dharma Body, looked at the muddy hairless puppy under his feet, and snorted angrily: "You are lucky today, and if you dare to make trouble in the future, see how I clean it up!" So saying, he leaned down and took him in his hand, and was about to return to the depths of the forest.

"Fight!" Qiye suddenly opened his eyes, and the free spiritual power in his body and the jīng divine power in the brain domain fused together, and the exhausted demonic power was instantly restored. A swirling jīng divine power drove the boiling spiritual power around Zhou Tian, turning into a spinning top and gushing out.

He opened his mouth violently and let out a faint roar. A cyclone of white sè rushed out of his mouth, swelling and spreading out violently. Luo Tuo's head happened to face the erupting magic sound wave, only to feel that his head was "buzzing", and a mouthful of blood spurted out of "wow", and he was unconscious.

The bright moon hung high, and the concussive air currents erupted into thunderous sounds, and the whistling sound was accompanied by dazzling light and rushed to the forests and rivers in front of him. The ancient trees snapped in an instant, shattered by the diffuse sound waves, and scattered in all directions. The cracks in the scorched grass are vertical and horizontal, and the river water seeps into the cracks of the earth's veins on the bank, gurgling and flowing dazzlingly under the moon, as if thousands of silver chains are crisscrossed and crisscrossed.

His throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, impartially, and it was sprinkled on the bronze mirror that rolled to the ground. The mirror surface of the ancient mirror suddenly rose with a white mist, and a golden light shè came out and shone on its miserable white face.

The powerful suction force came, his body shook violently a few times, a dizzy weakness, and the body wrapped in golden light gradually blurred, flying towards the ancient mirror.

Mi Wang flew into a golden world with his weak body, and the vast brilliance instantly engulfed him. His mind also flew with the golden light, soaring in the endless remnant of splendor, gradually forgetting his own existence, his consciousness became blurred, and he sank into the chaotic nothingness.

Lightning flashed through his mind, remembering the shouts he had heard before he fused. He opened his eyes suddenly, ignoring the dissipating body of the seven nights, and tried his best to resist the gravitational pull that gradually increased.

There was a loud bang, like scorching thunder sounded in his ears, the scene in front of him changed, Qiye's body disappeared, half of his body hung at the entrance of the ancient mirror, and a storm of silver sè roared and swept over, pulling him towards the void of Jin sè.

Seeing that he was sucked into the surging storm, the black light in his hand shone, and four black halberds appeared in the palm of his hand, spinning like a top. The swirling halberd converged into a reverse storm, resisting the powerful suction, supporting him to rise little by little.