"Bullying...... Jun ......" The little old man became even more angry after a short period of sluggishness, and roared and grabbed at Murong Kunpeng with one paw, and Murong Kunpeng hurriedly stepped on the fluttering steps to dodge.

Could it be that the whistle is not right? Murong Kunpeng hesitated and changed the tune and continued to play: "In the surging long river, you are a wave, and in the continuous mountains, you are a strange peak......"

"Committing ...... "The little old man ...... like a ghost, no, he is a ghost, his figure is vaguely chasing Murong Kunpeng, the two ghost claws scratch his face in turn, and Murong Kunpeng is fluttering and blowing while dodging:

"Defeated the emperor and fought the sky, won the throne and became an immortal, and I continued to write an alternative emperor chapter ......"

"Dead ...... ......The little old man was already crazy, he shook his little head, and suddenly the infinite extension of the white hair "Boom" was like countless flexible silver snakes catching up with Murong Kunpeng in an instant!

Murong Kunpeng was caught off guard and was entangled like a silkworm cocoon by his full head of white hair, and he was pulled in front of the little old man.

"The Song of the Blue Waves" is too difficult to serve! Brother Bird is very hurt, and Mom's eggs are also blowing, why can't he whistle?

I'm going to make you scared! The little old man smiled evilly, opened his bloody mouth, and swallowed it towards Murong Kunpeng!

At the moment when he opened his bloody mouth, the little old man's mouth was as big as a basin, it was really a bloody mouth, and he was about to swallow Murong Kunpeng's head, and suddenly Murong Kunpeng's whole body suddenly burst out with dazzling golden light!

In the golden light, Murong Kunpeng is like a Buddha protector King Kong with boundless power, from head to toe, even ears, eyes, toes, buttoes, and grooves are full of the sacred aura of righteousness and light, shining with golden light, and the treasure is solemn!

A round of golden flame sun appeared on Murong Kunpeng's back, which was made up of the runes of the "Six Vajra Mantras" arranged end to end, and as this round of golden flame sun lit up, the white hair of the little old man entangled with Murong Kunpeng in the golden light suddenly turned into ashes, and the little old man also screamed and withdrew the spell of the bloody mouth, and Murong Kunpeng took the opportunity to transfer his strategy again.

"This ...... This is...... What ......" The little old man's mouth kept escaping black smoke, and at the same time he stared at Murong Kunpeng in shock and anger, he obviously felt that the round of golden flame on Murong Kunpeng's body was his natural enemy, but Murong Kunpeng's strength was too poor, otherwise he would have disappeared.

"Guess!" Murong Kunpeng smiled, could it be that I have practiced "King Kong is not bad divine skill" and want to tell you?

"Punishment! Nine! Tribe! "The little old man's thinking is obviously different from that of normal people, normal people will not drink it if they are burned by hot soup, even if they know that they can't die, but the little old man has to take advantage of the heat!

That's how capricious!

"Whew" The little old man took a deep breath and sprayed towards Murong Kunpeng, and suddenly an incomparably thick black smoke enveloped Murong Kunpeng, but Murong Kunpeng rushed out with a golden light, not bad for the golden body, fluttering like an immortal running away, Brother Bird felt that he had slipped to fly!

The little old man was so angry that he took a deep breath again, this time he sucked too hard, and the hole was full of flying sand and stones, and suddenly a thing that emitted a soul-seorienting fragrance was sucked into his bloody mouth.

Hair? The little old man instantly turned into a black question mark face, and I felt like I had sucked something terrible......

After a while, the little old man's white and blue face became ruddy, and his small eyes looked at Murong Kunpeng in confusion, and he smiled lewdly at Murong Kunpeng with his big yellow teeth: "Love...... Concubine ......"

Love your sister and fly your sister! Murong Kunpeng shook his hand and released the love and death binding, and a golden lightning bolt tied up the little old man, but the little old man was not angry this time, but gasped with a lewd face: "Love...... Imperial concubine...... True...... Yes...... Play...... ...... children"

Therefore, it makes sense to say that a sect that knows "Papapa" every day can be ranked among the eight immortal sects of the Xuanhuang Realm, a fairy fan with a love of death, I don't know how many people have been hurt invisibly!

Even such a strong ghost was hit, and Murong Kunpeng wanted to change his court for a moment......

But after a moment, Murong Kunpeng dispelled this idea, and a clear phoenix chirping from the Yellow Spring came: "Enough"

The sound of the phoenix is like a flute, like a bell and drum, a big bird with a brilliant fire falls from the sky, the fluff of every feather on the body is a raging golden flame, the feather of each feather is as red as if carved of blood jade, it is like the scorching sun and the sun, dispelling the darkness of the whole world!

"Come on...... Yikes...... Fast...... Live...... Ah......h

Long Fengjiao walked slowly in the firelight, her long hair like snow and silver danced lightly, the red robe was as red as blood, and her beautiful little face was as cold as frost, and her cold eyes stared at Murong Kunpeng, so that Murong Kunpeng forgot to appreciate her delicate figure wrapped in a big red robe.

Murong Kunpeng has never seen such a side of Long Fengjiao, in his eyes, Long Fengjiao is domineering, uninhibited, sexy, off-line, kind, and gentle, but he has never seen Long Fengjiao angry, and now that he has seen it, he found that Jiang Hanxue's iceberg side is in the same vein as Long Fengjiao, and that cold gaze makes his soul almost frozen.

Goddess Master, what's wrong? Murong Kunpeng cautiously saluted Long Fengjiao: "Disciple Jiang Hanxue greets the master!" ”

Long Fengjiao's cold gaze stared at him fixedly, although Murong Kunpeng didn't dare to raise his head, he could still feel the chill that enveloped his whole body, he couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine and maintained a saluting posture and didn't dare to move.

After staring at him for a long time, Long Fengjiao finally spoke, her voice was like a Siberian cold wind penetrating Murong Kunpeng's body, penetrating Murong Kunpeng's heart, and penetrating Murong Kunpeng's soul:

"Who are you?"

Murong Kunpeng's heart sank: Could it be ...... Am I exposed?

Quickly going through it in his mind, Murong Kunpeng felt that except for his willfulness when he was preaching the Fa in public in Jiang Hanxue, he shouldn't have revealed any flaws. After hesitating again and again, Murong Kunpeng felt that he could still save it, and replied cautiously: "Master, I am your disciple Jiang Hanxue!" ”

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