"Disciple Xue, tonight in Qingjun Qiyun Mansion Piyun Mountain, with three incense sticks, turned into tens of billions of auspicious clouds, detain the heavenly immortal master and all the sacred, and quickly come to the rescue. Xue Changyi closed his eyes reverently, and recited a long mantra to the end, and at the end of the last word, the golden light was already after forcing back the mountain ghosts, and suddenly exploded, and then scattered the golden light regathered, turning into a yellow turban wrestler and falling to the ground, several feet tall, golden all over, and the eyes without luster stared at the mountain ghosts, ready to go.

Su Qinghuang's heart was awe-inspiring, thinking that it was worthy of Xue Changyi's coffin book at the last moment, and he had already guessed that this guy was hiding a treasure, a yellow turban wrestler in the second realm of Qi Yuan, who could completely compete with the mountain ghosts head-on, coupled with its tireless and painful characteristics, his arms were more powerful, and it was especially easy to use it when he really fought hard, and the scene became clear in an instant.

The Yellow Turban Lux took the lead in moving, striding forward, one step almost five steps against ordinary people, the entire mountain forest has a heavy roar because of its running, until the two are separated by a person, with a golden punch swinged, its might, when the mountain can be opened and the water can be cut off, the people present, no one can be hard connected.

At the moment of the great enemy, in the face of such a brutal punch, the mountain ghost did not confront it head-on as before, but used an elegant body method, stepping on the direction of the mountains and rivers, first going around behind it to avoid the fist wind, and at the same time putting back the mask that was missing a corner. can be different from before, the aura around the body of the mountain ghost who wore the mask again suddenly changed, and the slightly bowed body invisibly straightened up, with a mysterious aura that made several people unpredictable.

The three of them gathered together, among which Xue Changyi was the most miserable, although he was not too seriously injured, but in order to recruit this yellow turban wrestler, the Qi in his body was almost used up, not to mention his face at this time, he couldn't even stand steadily, and he could be blown down by a gust of wind at will, and he really became a veritable white-faced scholar.

Cao Kaiquan looked at the guy who felt completely different from before, and asked incomprehensibly: "Am I dazzled, how do you feel, that thing is different from the whole person." ”

Xue Changyi narrowed his eyes, trying to see something clearly, and after a while, his face suddenly became more ugly than before, and he muttered in a very uneasy voice: "That mask is so weird, is it." ”

"What the hell is it, don't hang your bookbag when you're a scholar. Cao Kaiquan asked anxiously.

"It seems, Godhead Mask. Xue Changyi said in a deep voice, his tone full of uncertainty.

"What's that?"

Xue Changyi briefly explained, "That originated from the Wuyou industry thousands of years ago. Seeing that Cao Kaiquan was stunned when he heard this, he said angrily: "It's a singing, you have a rice bucket with paste in your head." ”

And then the introduction.

"At that time, Wu You's status was far higher than now, not only singing, but also responsible for sacrificing immortals, worshipping heaven and earth, because they had the qualifications to communicate with immortals, so in the end, these people developed a way to invite the gods to come up and borrow the power of some immortals. ”

"And the so-called Godhead mask is the carrier, and the people who make it generally have great obsessions in their hearts, and the deeper the obsession, the stronger the effect. By putting on a mask, you can imagine yourself as a god, and in layman's terms, it is acting. ”

"When others believe it, and I also believe that I am the embodiment of the immortals in the Nether, the more realistic it is, the stronger the cultivation. ”

"According to you, isn't that mask a treasure? "Cao Kaiquan is very greedy.

Xue Changyi shook his head and said: "No, the Godhead Mask itself does not have great magical powers, and some Godhead Masks are even just ordinary materials, worldly things, and what it relies on is all the obsession and the user's Qi." ”

"I think it's with the help of it that the dizzy brothers behind us will all be in the dream, and if we want to wake them up, we have to solve this guy in front of us. ”

Su Qinghuang looked at the mountain ghost, and asked with a solemn face: "Then can you see which way it is acting as an immortal now." ”

"Yue Wumu. In the forest behind him, He Yang, who had been hiding inside and couldn't help, suddenly said out loud, "The prototype in the opera that was sung by that thing before was Yue Wumu, the general of the expedition more than three hundred years ago. ”

Su Qinghuang's eyes suddenly had an unclear light, and he didn't want to miss the next thing, "In other words, what he used next was the Yuejia gun, which was famous all over the world and made tens of thousands of iron horsemen in North Vietnam frightened when they heard the wind." ”

Holding a seven-foot spear made of vines, the mountain ghost cultivator who turned into Yue Wumu has greatly increased, stepping on the power of the leylines on the mountain, in the eyes of the stars, it is already a genuine Qi Yuan Second Realm, and even the momentum has completely changed, one person and one gun, standing here, should be worth everyone.

The yellow turban wrestler also stepped out, as if he wanted to step on the ants in front of him, the mountain ghost laughed wantonly, rose from the ground, and the spear in his hand did not dodge or dodge, and stabbed straight up.

The outside of the wrestler is covered with a layer of heavy golden armor, no more than the rags on several people, that is condensed by the Qi of the body with unique magical powers, standing without fighting back, it takes half a day to break the quenching realm knife and axe, but under this gun, the downward momentum of this foot is instantly stopped.

"Boom. ”

A muffled sound came from between the two, and then the ripples visible to the naked eye appeared, and the tall body of the wrestler was violently lifted up, and he took three or five steps back. On the other hand, the mountain ghost, although his legs were half sunk into the soft soil, he immediately withdrew, did not retreat but advanced, not to mention the advantage of the body, the spear in his hand was solid in the void, the strange was positive, and there was more sharp, retreating, dangerous, and the section was short, the huge body of the Yellow Turban Lux was completely shrouded by the shadow of the gun, and for a while, the tip of the gun was pointed on the armor, and the sound was like knocking on the ice jade, and it was crisp.

Su Qinghuang, who was standing on the periphery, was a kind of brilliance, of course he had heard of the name of the Yue family's gun, the gun was the king of a hundred soldiers, and the world practiced its martial arts to a wide extent, among the eighteen kinds of weapons, only the swordsman with a three-foot Qingfeng in his hand could overwhelm it. And Yue Wumu, as one of the leaders, not only cultivated to the realm of the chamber, but also said that one person was a city, but just when the Northern Expedition was in full swing, the Son of Heaven issued thirteen gold medals in a row, a trumped-up charge, and finally was killed by a traitor in prison. Now that you can see the Yue family's gun stunt in Piyun Mountain, even if it is incomplete, it is worth the trip.

Just thinking about it, the confrontation in the field became more and more tragic, and the wrestlers relied on the rough skin and thick meat, often using the injury for injury style of play, and the gold armor on his body burst in many places, in exchange for the thin body of the three punches and both feet were in the middle of the fight with him.

The mountain ghost staggered, pale green blood flowed down the mask from the top of his head, his whole body was in tatters, the only thing that was relatively intact was the mask on his face, but these injuries not only did not reduce his combat effectiveness, but made him more and more frustrated, a spear danced in his hand, and every time he shot, it would bring dazzling sparks and scars on the body.

Cao Kaiquan had already swallowed the pill to breathe for a while, and finally calmed down the churning feeling in his chest, and looked at the situation on the field at this time and said: "Old Xue, whether this yellow turban wrestler you summoned is used or not, how can it be pressed and beaten by others." ”

Xue Changyi's face was also not good-looking, "I didn't expect that the wrestlers of the Qi Yuan Second Realm would not be able to take him." ”

Lux suddenly has a golden light, I think he is going to fight hard, he can't stay in the world for too long, when the time comes, it will dissipate, and he can't attack for a long time, thinking about it, he is already a little impatient.

A burst of dust and smoke rose behind the mountain ghost, such a large physique, the speed was not slowed down at all, and the yellow turban wrestler appeared behind him, and a palm was printed towards the back of the mountain ghost, with unparalleled strength in his palm, hidden and hidden.

Cao Kaiquan's face was excited, as if he felt that this palm was unavoidable.

The mountain ghost suddenly turned around, the head of the gun in his hand turned around, and walked back to the horse pistol, at the tip of the gun, Su Qinghuang clearly saw the circulation of the emerald Qi, and dyed the entire spear like the best jade in the capital.

The wind was howling, the energy between heaven and earth was messy, and the withered grass on the ground was blown into the air, and the body of the mountain ghost was shocked, and it flew out more than ten zhang upside down, and hit the tree heavily, a hundred-year-old tree, and broke off at the waist. On the other hand, the Yellow Turban Lux, a pair of big feet stepped on the ground as if they had taken root, and they did not retreat half a step.

Seeing this, Cao Kaiquan immediately cheered: "I know that the mountain ghost's thin arms and legs can beat Lao Xue's Yellow Turban Warrior." ”

"What's the matter, Lao Su, your face is so ugly, didn't we win?"

Su Qinghuang's heart moved, he looked at the Yellow Turban Lux who was still standing in place, shook his head slowly and said, "No, it was that Lux who lost." ”

As soon as the words fell, Cao Kaiquan was dumbfounded, and when he looked at it, small cracks appeared on the body of the wrestler, spreading from the heart to the whole body, and in the end, the whole body was like a huge spider web.

A willow leaf swirled and fell in the air, gently landing on the shoulder of Lux, and it was quiet to the extreme.

Click

There was a crisp sound of the porcelain bowl falling to the ground and shattering, only to see the yellow turban wrestler several feet high, the once indestructible golden body could no longer be maintained at this time, and it was cracked into pieces in the night wind, and the golden yellow scattered in mid-air made this side of the world become bright for a while, but after all, it slowly lost its brilliance, and finally the slightest bit of entity did not exist, a breeze blew, and the fragments that lost their energy turned into gravel, and there was no more half.

On the other hand, the mountain ghost who fell in the distance had already regained consciousness, and Su Qinghuang could see that the wounds on his body were slowly healing, and most of the earth qi of Phiyun Mountain was used as a backing, which was inexhaustible, and if it continued like this, his party would have to be dragged to death here.

"Do you two still have the strength to fight?" asked Su Qinghuang with a wry smile.

Xue Changyi couldn't hold on any longer, sat on the ground, and said without a trace of blood on his face: "I don't have the slightest strength, I guess I can't even beat a half-old child now." ”

Cao Kaiquan sniffed, and said with a wry smile: "I can't help with a big favor, I can still do it when I go up to be a meat shield, when we three of us led the troops out of the camp, I once said that as long as the three of us are still alive, we can't let any of them lose their lives." So, I should be here today, no matter what you say, I will be affected, if there is a chance in the future. ”

Cao Kaiquan's voice changed suddenly, "Run, leave me alone." It's that the parents want to entrust it to you, and it won't be too troublesome to help you during the New Year's holidays. ”

Looking at the man in front of him, who had been thick and leafy, all of a sudden, Su Qinghuang was a little distracted.

It's just Lao Cao, since we are going together, we should return together, I, Su Qinghuang, do not have the habit of leaving my best friend and running for my life alone, and I don't want to cut off the path of cultivation with guilt in the years to come.

"Come on. Su Qinghuang shouted in front of him, stepping forward, with stars on the back of his hands, and his figure walked around, bringing up a wandering star road.