"It's a long story!" Ye Wuying sighed slightly, and asked in a deep voice, "Golden Hall Master, what is the situation in Ten Thousand Demon Ridge now?" Is there any news of Elder Lei and Elder Mu? ”

Jin Linfeng immediately said with a straight face: "Elder Mu is escorting the people down the mountain, as for Elder Lei, after slaughtering the evil cultivators of the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains, he led his disciples to scavenge the resources on the mountain, and he thought that he was no longer on the mountain at this time. ”

Speaking of this, he seemed to think of something, and immediately said: "I just got a message from Elder Lei, asking Elder Night to complete the task, and immediately lead the disciples down the mountain to converge, preparing to leave the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains before the sky brightens." ”

"Okay, then I'll lead the disciples down the mountain!" Ye Wuying's brows stretched, and he ordered in a deep voice: "Golden Hall Master, the disciples are all injured, and those Daoists who are trapped in the water prison are all seriously injured, you lead a few disciples to follow left and right, and take care of them, and no one will fall in the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains." ”

"Yes, the disciple obeys!" Jin Linfeng immediately said in a deep voice, leading a few disciples to step forward to protect themselves on the left and right of the team, he cultivated the Qihuang technique, and treasured the elixir of rejuvenation, if someone did not fall to the ground, he could really take care of one or two.

At this time, the waning moon was fading, the morning light was beginning to appear, and the scenery was looming in the morning mist, and this procession of almost seriously injured monks moved slowly along the mountain path towards the bottom of the mountain.

But before he reached the foot of the mountain, he mixed into the huge team of hundreds of thousands of people, and walked mightily, with a bird's-eye view in the sky from afar, as if it was a giant snake coiled in the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains.

Time passed gradually, and the morning sun jumped out on the side of the mountain, entrenched in the sky, bursting out of stripes of crimson glow, gilding a layer of golden light on the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge.

The mighty stream of people, like a giant snake, was reborn in the bath of ten thousand golden lights, and swayed towards the place where the sun rose, and soon left the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge and disappeared at the end of the sky.

But at this time, in the water prison of Ten Thousand Demon Ridge. The originally silent ground suddenly trembled, and the stone pillars that stood there cracked one after another, sinking into a deep pit with a radius of several zhang on the ground, and the cold light of the surrounding stone walls sprinkled into it, and two coffins were quietly placed inside.

I don't know what material it's made of. Both coffins are black-veined. There was a strange smell of corpse all around, but at this moment, the coffin on the left side suddenly trembled, and the lid on it kept beating. Finally, in an instant, a thin black-robed old man jumped out of it, his whole body wrapped in a black cloak, faintly revealing his skull-like cheeks, in the sunken eye sockets. A pair of eyes full of evil eyes looked around.

There were bursts of murderous intent in his cold eyes, and the black-robed old man said to himself: "What a Wuji Gate? It's a good thing to be a bad old man here, if it weren't for the cultivation of Yin Demon Refining Corpse**, and that sixth-order spirit beast that is proficient in concealment and form, it is really a little difficult to deal with, and I will definitely not let you leave this place alive. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he reached out and patted the coffin on the right side, and the lid on it was immediately opened, and a corpse suddenly sat up inside. This corpse was wearing a cyan robe, wearing a nine-flower crown, his stiff posture was like Yue Yuan, his face still maintained the expression before death, and his facial features were clear. The appearance of Xiao Shuxuan is lifted, it seems that the immortal bone Dao wind before his death is vaguely visible, if Sanhua real people meet here, they will definitely shout in shock. This person is the head of the merit sect and the true monarch of merit.

The black-robed old man examined the corpse carefully, and his expression immediately became a little gloomy. Flicked his sleeves and put the body back in the coffin, sighed and shook his head: "It's a pity! It's a pity, the old man spent a lot of money to ask for the corpse of the meritorious true monarch from the Valley of Ten Thousand Beasts, and he originally wanted to use this place to sacrifice the Yin corpse of the Alchemy Pill. ”

Speaking of this, his tone became resentful, and he continued: "Originally, the corpse water containing the breath of Taiyin could be cultivated, and it only took half a year to achieve the Jindan Yin Corpse, but it made the Wuji Gate break the established plan, if this revenge is not avenged, it is really difficult to eliminate the hatred in the old man's heart." ”

As soon as the words fell, the black-robed old man jumped out of the pit, but the strange and terrifying thing was that he didn't cast any spells, but the coffin on the right side suddenly floated in the air, and followed him step by step, as if it was a part of his body.

The black-robed old man walked quietly in front, the black coffin was strangely suspended behind him, the rancid corpse gas rolled up gusts of wind, poured into the narrow corridor, and a burst of yin laughter came out: "The old man temporarily returns to the Yin Corpse Tomb, as long as he refines the Jindan Yin Corpse, he will definitely make Wujimen look good." ”

The sound echoed in the corridor, and the cold killing machine filled the air, and for a long time, it could not completely dissipate.

At the same time, the sky outside was completely bright, and the wind came from the northwest, slowly surging towards the place where the sun had risen, driving away the heavy clouds high in the sky, revealing a clear blue sky that seemed to wash away, and the scorching sun hung high in the air, sprinkling golden light on the earth.

Dozens of miles east of the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains, the four array flags are still standing in the clouds, hunting and dancing in the high wind, and below the array flags, the four true monarchs are still sitting cross-legged, and the afterglow of the morning glow is sprinkled on their faces, but they are four slightly pale cheeks.

Beishui Zhenjun's cheeks were already pale as paper, obviously on the verge of running out of oil, and Zheng Yu'er's face was also not good-looking, as if the dantian mana was about to run out.

Mo Wentian only felt that the qi and blood in his chest were surging, although his magical powers were extraordinary, but after all, the mana was not in the middle of the Jindan, and the mana of the Jindan was also a little unbearable, and he said with a surprised expression: "Dongmu Zhenjun, a jar of imperial spirit wine has been drunk, the sixth-order instantaneous mana spirit pill is almost exhausted, and hundreds of high-grade spirit stones have been used, but the mad lion true monarch is still immortal, I am afraid that I will not be able to hold each other, and I will end up in a lose-lose situation." ”

"The Crazy Lion True Monarch is the pinnacle of the middle stage of Jindan, and his mana is originally half a chip stronger than the old man, and his means are very good, first he used ten thousand beasts to quench his body** to seize the foundation of the demon beast, and then he used the Spirit Devouring Demon ** to absorb the essence and blood of the Jindan True Monarch, and he is really a heroic figure in the Demon Dao Evil Cultivator."

Dongmu Zhenjun's tone was always indifferent, and he did not hurt his vitality because of the array, and his vicissitudes of life continued: "And this person has an extremely strong accumulation, with several top-grade spirit stones, which are used to maintain the endless growth of the dantian mana, and to compete with the lock spirit power of the Four Elephant Lock Spirit Array, his many means are together, which is comparable to the Zhenjun in the late stage of Jindan, and it is not surprising that he has not died in the formation so far." ”

At this time, his voice suddenly turned cold, and he said in a deep voice: "However, the accumulation of the Wild Lion True Monarch has been exhausted, and his cultivation has fallen into the early stage of Jindan, as long as he persists for two or three more hours, it will be his death." ”

"Senior Brother Dongmu!" Beishui Zhenjun's cheeks were as pale as paper, and he said in a somewhat hurried voice: "

Beishui Zhenjun's face was as pale as paper, and he gasped and said: "I'm afraid that if I can't wait for the death of the Mad Lion True Monarch, my junior sister will no longer be able to support it, if there is no means to make up for it, I am afraid that the Four Elephant Lock Spirit Array will fall short." ”

"It's already come to this point, either you die or I live, even if you don't want to fight for your life, you must leave the Wild Lion True Monarch here, you must not give up."

Dongmu Zhenjun's voice was extremely calm, his eyebrows went up, and he continued with a resolute expression: "Although the old man does not have the best spirit stone in his body, he has cultivated the power of the Gong Gong Dao**, this magic power can pass on the mana of the old man Jindan to everyone, work together to maintain the operation of the formation, and reverse the unfavorable situation in front of him." “

"This ......" The others didn't speak, but Zheng Yu'er frowned, grabbed the words and said: "The main thing is to pass on the magic spell created by the merit, and it is a method that harms oneself and facilitates others, if Dongmu Zhenjun uses this magical power, although he can deal with the current situation, but he will be greatly injured, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to recover in a few years." “

Dongmu Zhenjun's expression was indifferent, and he laughed loudly: "If you can trap the Mad Lion Zhenjun in the formation, then it is a great good, even if you pay a big price, you should do it." ”

As soon as his words fell, he opened his mouth and slowly spit out, and a dazzling golden pill broke out of the air, and its dazzling and dazzling eyes were even better than the rising sun. It was as if the second scorching sun had risen in the sky.

Mo Wentian's pupils couldn't help shrinking, and he was suddenly surprised to find that on Dongmu Zhenjun's Jindan, there were actually seven kinds of natal supernatural powers flashing, which was worthy of being a true monarch who had been immersed in the middle of Jindan for several years.

Dongmu Zhenjun pinched out the magic trick with both hands, and performed the Transmission of Gong Hedao**, and the golden pill above his head burst out with three golden rays of light, drowning Mo Wentian, Zheng Yu'er, and Beishui Zhenjun in it.

The limbs of the three of them were bathed in golden light, and the rich mana lingered around, slowly surging along the pores around them, as if it was the spring rain that moistened everything, as if it was the morning star shining in the sky, under the moisture of the golden light, the whole body was covered with crystal clear light, and the face gradually became rosy, and the eyes were flashing with essence, not only the mana was completely restored, but also seemed to be slightly radical.

The Demon Sect's Soul Devouring Demon ** is a magical power method that harms others and benefits oneself, but Dongmu Zhenjun's cultivation of the Transmission of Gong Gong ** is the opposite, sacrificing one's own mana for the use of others, if this magic power can be used, it will not be able to recover within a period of time, and even the more serious ones are to reduce the realm, and it is extremely difficult to return to the peak without a hundred years.

Therefore, there are very few cultivators, after all, the accumulation of mana is quite difficult, and it takes great courage and determination to pay for the other party's cultivation success for several years, if there is no extremely close relationship, it will never do this, it is obvious that Dongmu Zhenjun has made a desperate bet, even if the price is heavy, he will kill the Crazy Lion Zhenjun.

Mo Wentian and the three of them got the supernatural power, and immediately their mana climbed to the peak state, and they went all out to play the formation trick to operate the formation, as long as there was less than an hour, they were confident that the Wild Lion True Monarch would fall to the realm and die, and there was no possibility of escaping at all.

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