"Who is Cangsong, my old pig doesn't know you?" Zhu Fengchun said with a hint of crying.

How unlucky I am, old pig, I have come to such a remote place, and I can still meet such a fierce and vicious person.

Could it be that today next year will be the death day of my old pig?

I'm not reconciled, I haven't asked for a wife yet!

Thinking about it, Zhu Fengchun stretched out his hand to wipe his tears, and sobbed a few times, the sadness caused a breath of qi to rise in his body, and it was brewing at an incredible speed.

"Hmph, I thought some master was coming, it turned out to be an incompetent coward, who dared to disturb the poor road to heal, boy, you are unlucky!"

was very disdainful of Zhu Fengchun's crying appearance, Cang Song endured the wound on his body that was hit by Dao Xuan's palm, raised his arm, and began to cast spells.

"Whew!" Summoned by Cang Song, the immortal sword that was dodged by Zhu Fengchun's luck flew back again, and the sword body was accompanied by a layer of faint Xuanguang, which was exactly the method of exorcism that only immortal cultivators above the fourth layer of the Yuqing Realm could do.

Although Cang Song succeeded in sneaking up on Dao Xuan and stabbed him with a dagger, he was also churned by Dao Xuan's backhand and was seriously injured.

I wanted to hurry up and escape from Qingyunmen, but my injuries were too serious, so I could only find a hidden place to heal my injuries, but who knew that Zhu Fengchun actually came here by mistake, and that Cangsong could only kill people in order not to let others know his whereabouts.

"Boy, don't blame the poor road, blame only your bad luck, suffer death!" said lightly, and then Cang Song aimed his fingers at Zhu Fengchun and waved, and the speed of the fairy sword accelerated a few points, only to see that it was about to penetrate Zhu Fengchun's body in the next second.

This kind of speed is not at all something that a person like him, who is slow to react both physically and mentally, can dodge.

Cang Song sneered, full of confidence. Zhu Fengchun trembled and was terrified.

However, just when the Immortal Sword was still half a meter away from his body......

"Poof!"

A fart sounded, and a powerful gas came from Zhu Fengchun's stool. The door roared out, shattering the fairy sword in an instant, and not only that, but the entire Tongtian Peak was violently shaken by this fart.

If the previous Tarzan crushing skill of Kirby Beast falling from the sky was an eight-magnitude earthquake, then this fart caused it was at least 9.5!

Give you 0.5 points less, because I'm afraid you'll be too proud!

Including Tianyu, all the people standing on Tongtian Peak were stunned by this sudden shaking of the earth, and they didn't know what had happened.

If that's the only way, it's nothing, what's wrong with the earth shaking and the mountains shaking, ninety percent of the people here can fly with imperial weapons, even if the landslide and the ground cracks, they can continue to fight.

But......

Zhu Fengchun's invincible fart skills, the most desperate thing is not his power, but its earth-shattering smell of ghosts and gods, the yellow in the sky. color gas from his stool. The door was discharged, and after a while, the confident pine in front of him was stunned, and it also floated along the wind to the sky above the battlefield of Tongtian Peak.

This is a great way to create evil, so many people!

Looking at the momentum of "black clouds crushing the city and wanting to destroy the city" in the sky, the yellow that swept in. The colored gas, whether it was Qingyunmen, the Ghost King Sect, or the Holy Sect, all had a tacit understanding to stop the movements in their hands, and looked at the yellow gas with a surprised expression.

What is this?

And all the people were puzzled.

Because his back was to the battlefield, Tianyu didn't see anything unusual in the air. After the earth shook the mountain, he knocked over a few guys who were in the way again, and smoothly came to the side of the water qilin, woke it up, and was about to take it away, suddenly Zhang Xiaofan and Baguio called out his name "Xingde", Tianyu looked at it, it turned out that the two of them had returned to Qingyunmen, and they ran over to themselves.

Really, why bother? Dao Xuan has hit the streets, are you still here to stage an infatuation curse!

"Brother Xiaofan, I said you ......"

"Ding, main quest: Fix the demon in danger."

"Task description: The battle between the good and the devil has been protracted for a long time, the monks on both sides have suffered countless casualties, and the group leader often thinks that he is a good person (although acquaintances don't believe it), so please ask the group leader to save their lives and end this war caused by different beliefs when the two realms of good and evil will encounter great disasters."

"Quest rewards: 200 group experience, unlock new features, group check-in."

"Group sign-in: One of the functions of the Wanjie Exchange Group, a building called the 'Check-in Building', is located next to the Library Pavilion, where group members can sign in every day to get a small amount of Penguin Coins. Penguin Coins can be used to request a group owner or administrator to travel to other worlds, as well as to travel with non-group mobs. Note: Returning to the original world does not consume Penguin Coins. ”

"The group owner can increase or decrease the Penguin Coins held by the group members within a reasonable range."

"The other roles of Penguin Coin will not be announced for the time being."

Tianyu was about to educate Zhang Xiaofan who was running towards him, when suddenly, a series of systematic prompts sounded in his mind.

Hearing the three words penguin coins, Tianyu felt that he, the leader of the group, in addition to banning and kicking people, and teaching people from the world, finally came to a privilege that could advance to the "European Emperor".

It's just that the system says that the good and the evil will all encounter great disasters, what's going on?

Although this war is tragic, there must be a loser and a winner, and it seems that the Demon Cult is almost about to retreat, what kind of big difficulty is this?

Tianyu was a little incomprehensible.

The next moment, another gust of wind blew, causing green ripples in the mountain trees. That yellow. The colored gas also followed the wind, speeding up the speed of rushing towards everyone on the battlefield.

As if sensing something, Tianyu looked back and saw that Huang Yu occupied half of the sky. The long-bladed razor in his hand fell to the ground suddenly, his face twitching, and his mouth muttered.

"No, no, isn't it......"

I have never seen this kind of scene before, and Tianyu's first feeling is that someone is releasing poison gas, and it is still not inferior to the poisonous gas of Naluo's miasma! Didn't you see that the small group of righteous and demonic disciples who were covered by this sky of gas fell to the ground in an instant?

The physique of the immortal cultivator is not ordinarily high, and he can't even resist it for a second, what kind of divine is this, isn't it the poisonous god of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate?

It's just that, if it's a poison god, there's nothing on the ghost king's face that will have a panicked expression? In the original book, shouldn't the poison god be able to beat him?

Glancing at the situation where the ghost king was going, the doubts in Tianyu's heart became deeper and deeper, but now is obviously not the time to think about this, it is still necessary to pioneer in removing these poisonous gases, otherwise the system task, his own subordinates, and even himself will have to be gg.

Tianyu was not conceited enough to think that with his current state of being injured by the evil qi of the immortals, he could still be immune to this poisonous gas that made the ghost king change color.

In the next second, the breath of the whistling wind surged out from his body!

At the same time, at the foot of Qingyun Mountain, the leader of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, the Poison God, was stepping onto the mountain peak with a group of his disciples.

"I really want to thank Wan Wan Xiang for helping us take care of these ants, so that we can easily get on the clouds, and even the sleeves are not dirty." Looking at the Qingyun disciples and the disciples of the Ghost King Sect on the mountain road, the poison god touched his gray beard and smiled very proudly.

"It's all Master's clever plan, let them fight with each other, and we fishermen benefit." Qin Wuyan, the high disciple of the poison god, arched his hand.

"Hahaha, Wuyan, let's go!" Hearing the praise of his beloved disciple, the poison god laughed, and immediately waved his sleeves and hurried away with pride.

On the other side of the mountain road, where they couldn't see, it was yellow. The color gas also spread here......