"This is an earth immortal, the cultivation is poor, the bag was broken by the sound of the flute, the person fell from the sky, the body exploded in the air, and a bleeding arm fell on the bow of the boat, Zhuang Wangu was standing on the bow of the boat.

Stretched out his foot and kicked that arm into the water, and even before he reached the heavenly level, he came to Guanzhou to go to the troubled water, and killed himself. Zhuang Wangu didn't sympathize with this immortal at all, but Zhuang Wangu frowned slightly, which one was secretly killing people with the sound of a flute, and who was the one who killed people on a large scale.

The boat flowed along the water, passing a bridge, on the bridge on the boat, a gloom, but this gloom seems to belong to the corner, the shadow under the bridge actually has no flute, standing in this silent world, watching the outside flute drink flesh and blood, ghosts cry and explode.

Zhuang Wangu suddenly had a feeling of being in a trance, as if he had come to another world, but he knew that this was not the case, the ship sailed through the shadow under the bridge, looked up at the moon, and saw a round of blood moon hanging in the sky.

The river was full of blood, and faintly, a melancholy and frivolous voice seemed to be heard: "I like blood, bloody plum." Not only Zhuang Wangu, but Yang Jian, who was at the mouth of the river at this time, also heard this voice.

At this time, Yang Jian was sitting among the dark clouds, on a big black dog, if the immortals were killed, it would not matter to him, but Guan Zhou was the ground of Erlang Zhenjun, and he wantonly slaughtered ordinary people on this ground, which was completely Yang Jian's face.

Other immortals came to this Guanzhou, and they were more or less jealous of Yang Jian, and they didn't want to offend Yang Jian when he didn't favor anyone, so so many immortals arrived, and the people of Guanzhou were still safe, but this flute player completely ignored these, and killed people on a super scale as soon as he started, which forced Yang Jian to make a move.

Like Zhuang Wangu, Yang Jian could only hear a slight sigh, but couldn't hear where the sound came from, the big black dog's ears were erected, and Yang Jian patted the head of the black dog: "Howling dog, but where did you hear the sound?" ”

The black dog barked twice, and Yang Jian naturally understood what it meant: "It's actually there, go." "Pat the dog on the head and ride the dog away. The four paws of the Howling Sky Dog were forced, and the Howling Sky Dog flew up, and the speed was extremely fast, and it went straight to the ground of Guan Zhou through the heavy dark clouds.

Zhuang Wangu stood at the bow of the boat, the faint flute sound was finally in the ear, don't care about it, only go to the Yuanjie Spring where there is the emperor star, get closer and closer, but see the plum blossoms in the river, where the blood flows, all the plum blossoms are in full bloom, and the red plum blossoms are blooming on the river surface.

Both sides of the boat are plum blossoms, not only the river surface, there are plum blossoms where there is blood, plum blossoms are in full bloom, the boat travels in the water and plum blossoms, as if in the sea of flowers, the bright plum blossoms bloom very weird, ordinary people are good to say, the immortal was urged by the sound of the flute to fall into the river and die, so that the plum blossoms bloom more colorful.

"Plum blossoms fall, plum blossoms fall, not yet December, there is no cold wind blowing, where the blood is in full bloom, why do you grow plum blossoms." Zhuang Wangu put his hand on the bow of the boat, and the boat turned one bend after another, and at this time he saw Yang Jian riding a black dog flying down from the sky.

Seeing Yang Jian riding a black dog, Zhuang Wangu's boat branch accelerated, just a little slower than Yang Jian, and saw everything in front of him, in the bright plum blossoms in front of him, he was thin and handsome to the extreme, looking quite a girl, and quite a man-like person, holding a flute in his hand, and the faint sound of the flute came from here.

In addition to Yang Jian and Zhuang Wangu this time, some immortals arrived, they were earth immortals from Penglai, an overseas immortal island, these immortals, half of heaven and earth, and the talents of immortals. If you don't understand the avenue, you will stop at the law of small success. Those who do not see the work, only live in the world with eternal life, and do not die in the world, are also land immortals.

This time, they were quite close to the sound of the flute, so they came here, and the handsome man and woman in the plum blossom bush sighed: "I am only here for Yang Jian and Beiyue, you vulgar things, you just came in vain to disturb the atmosphere." ”

The flute was leisurely put into his sleeve, and ten silver needles shot out, not giving these earth immortals a chance at all, the silver needles were shot, and the fluffy ones burst open, and when the bodies of the ten earth immortals exploded and the flesh and blood were flying, this handsome figure in a red robe said: "My name is Mo Fei, the leader of the six realms of the Netherworld." ”

As the boat approached, the plum blossoms on the water seemed to fly away, and through the plum blossoms arranged in a patchwork manner, I saw a stone bridge hidden in the plum blossoms, and the stone bridge was very delicate, and the joints between the stones were very uniform and delicate, as if they were cut with a knife. Looking at it from a distance, the stone bridge is like a crescent moon at the beginning of the moon, and a rainbow drinking water. The stone bridge has railings on it, and it is all stone. Carved stone lions are juxtaposed on the balustrade.

The handsome man in the red robe, Mo Fei, gently accepted the silver needle in the blood flower, sat down cross-legged, and sat on the bridge deck of the stone bridge, there was a lyre in front of him, and the corpses of ten earth immortals burst open, the plum blossoms were stained with blood, and the corners of Mo Fei's lips rose slightly, outlining an extremely good-looking arc.

There are plum blossoms on the bridge, and the lyre is hidden in the plum blossoms, and at the front of the lyre sits a handsome figure in a red robe.

"All the mundane things have gone, only the three of us, respect Brother Yang Jian, respect Brother Beiyue." Flying with the wind are two delicate horn cups, the horn cups are carved so finely, it is extremely rare, and the cup is full of extremely fragrant wine.

Zhuang Wangu took the horn cup, knowing that at this time, there was Ninety-Nine Springs, but he was afraid that he was about to go to war, but there was such an elegant character, and he was not in a hurry to go over, anyway, his original plan was not to seize the emperor star, but to watch a lively scene.

In one gulp, "Wine is good wine, but there is too little."

. I [I won't use such a small wine glass to hold wine, Mo Fei picked a plum blossom next to it, took a deep sip, and looked very intoxicated: "Emperor Beiyue's words are a big fallacy, that kind of ordinary wine, you can naturally drink it in a big bowl, but my wine is a wine star, take the most mellow elixir among the wine stars, and then make it with the water of the source of the Milky Way, so that the wine will have a cup of sufficiency, how to fill it in a bowl." ”

"I like plum blossoms, I don't know if you two like plum blossoms, in order to let everyone enjoy plum blossoms this time, I have worked hard." Mo Fei rested his hand on the lyre: "Neither of you wants people, how about listening to my song first." ”

Zhuang Wangu shook his head: "You are wrong, I am a layman, Yang Jian is only afraid that he is also a layman, so" Yang Jian sat on the black dog and said: "If you want to fight, you will fight, you are troublesome to play tricks." "The gloomy demonic aura swept in, and plum blossoms flew everywhere it passed.

What a character who is bad for the scenery, when he encounters this person's demonic spirit, the plum blossoms are all dry, and the person who comes finally appears, this person is the man who watched the battle of the Emperor Ziwei, the yellow clothes under the yellow hat, the yellow shoes, and the skin is also extremely yellow. The voice under the hat was extremely muddy: "My name is Huang Quan, the ruler of the Hell Dao. "The person who came was another ruler of the six realms of the netherworld, and everywhere he went, there was only endless hell, and he stood in the plum blossoms, and the plum blossoms withered.

"I heard that you have a magical power in Beiyue, called the Eighteenth Yellow Spring, my name is Yellow Spring, now let's take a look, which is the real Yellow Spring, the Yellow Spring that makes people fall into it forever and never be reborn." The old and muddy voice sounded.

Zhuang Wangu was on the bow of the boat and patted the board: "Welcome, welcome, natural welcome to challenge." "This Huangquan also aroused Zhuang Wangu's fighting intent, the enemy is Hell Dao Huangquan plus Humane Mo Fei, this side is Beiyue Emperor Zhuang Wangu Jiaerlang Zhenjun Yang Jian.

Zhuang Wangu and Yang Jian glanced at each other, and they both knew that whether it was Huang Quan or Mo Fei, they were quite terrible opponents, this time they only joined forces, Zhuang Wangu's personality was quite similar to Yang Jian, so there was no need to speak, and they knew each other's intentions, since this was the case, let's join forces.

Zhuang Wangu wants to go head-to-head with Huang Quan, try to see which one is the real Huang Quan, and Yang Jian's opponent is naturally the Mo Fei who plays the piano and flute on the bridge, raises his red sleeves, and dyes the boundless plum blossoms, and the three-pointed and two-edged knife instantly shows up, attacking Mo Fei at high speed, and encountering plum blossoms all the way, they can't stand Yang Jian's murderous aura, and they all fall into the water.

Mo Fei's hand is placed on the lyre, Gong, Shang, Jiao, Qingjiao, Zheng, Yu, and the seven tones of the palace pop up, Mo Fei in his usual state looks so leisurely and elegant, but he is not like this at all in the battle, and at the same time, he quickly took out the flute in his sleeve, and the rapid sound of piccolo exploded.

Yang Jian basically never fought with this kind of sonic attack, but with the fighting instinct obtained from ten thousand battles, Yang Jian waved the three-pointed two-edged knife, "Dangdang, dang!" The sound of the piano and the sound of the flute was blocked to the slightest.

"Is this the method of Erlang Zhenjun?" Mo Fei slapped the piano case: "If there is only such means, Erlang Zhenjun will only die here today." The person who said Mo Fei flew into the air, the red robe swirled, like a red cloud, in the ten thousand plum blossoms, countless silver needles shot straight out, and the silver was seen in the red, and it was easy to make people look dazzled.

Yang Jian's three-pointed two-edged knife danced out, dancing straight and impervious, not to mention that there are only 100 silver shi, it is a thousand silver needles, with Erlang Zhenjun's martial arts, it is also unstoppable, seeing Yang Jian is so good, Mo Fei was stunned, knowing that the name of Erlang Zhenjun was passed down to the world, it was really extraordinary, fortunately, he was well prepared today, and he had already killed 100,000 people with the sound of the flute, and composed this "100,000 Plum Blossom Picture". "One Hundred Thousand Plum Blossoms" is not Mo Fei's own, but a treasure from the Netherworld Master.

With this treasure, you have to use the special method of the Netherworld Sect Master to control it, otherwise there will be a heavenly demon and a heart demon invasion, and the more troublesome thing is that this 100,000 plum blossom diagram must be driven by 100,000 lives before it can be used.

As soon as the sleeve figure was raised, he was surrounded by ten miles in an instant, and entered the 100,000 plum blossom diagram, of course, the caster of the 100,000 plum blossom diagram could only be Yang Jian alone, even if other people were within ten miles, the 100,000 plum blossom diagram would not attack him. Yang Jian suddenly saw endless plum blossoms rushing towards him.

Around, in the sky, in the water, on land, on the house, plum blossoms appear around him in turn, Yang Jian only has plum blossoms in his eyes, he has long lost the trace of Mo Fei, trouble, Yang Jian also knows that he has stepped into the trap, but since he has set a trap for the master, it is not simple, there is a trap to break the trap, no one can stop it, this is Yang Jian's style.

"Is this your method?" The three-pointed two-edged knife in Yang Jian's hand flew straight, like a silver dragon in the plum blossom group, this silver dragon did not know how to pity the flowers, only crushed the plum blossoms inch by inch, the silver needles protruded, dangdangdang, a series of hard blocks, but the right foot was still hit by a needle.

Among the plum blossoms, the red-robed Mo Fei reappeared: "This is the Netherworld Blood Needle, you can't move this needle, Erlang Zhenjun, you can't move your feet, I see what else you want." Yang Jian sneered, stood on the bluestone, turned around and took out a bow, this bow is a god lock bow, Erlang Zhenjun did not draw the arrow, turned it into an arrow with mana, and condensed it into one: "No need to hide, no need to escape, I deliberately let myself be shot just now, just to lure you out." ”

"God's ability to lock the bow is locked, and with this special ability, you can't escape, so suffer death." Yang Jian's hand dragging the mana arrow finally let go,

The second ability of the Locked Bow, teleportation, appeared, and in an instant Murphy was stabbed

This Mo Fei was stabbed, and the blood flowed immediately, but this Mo Fei didn't know what kind of creature, what flowed out was not red blood but white blood, white blood stained the red robe, at this time, Mo Fei's face was as white as paper, and his clothes were snow-white, but he seemed to be born as a good son of the turbidity.

Injured himself, Mo Fei watched his white blood flow, flowing white like snow, and shouted in a panic: "Don't, don't, I don't want to bleed, I don't want you to come out." "The form seems to be weird, and it can be said to be extremely scary. Then Mo Fei actually jumped into the plum blossom group and rolled: "Don't, damn it, this body is mine, don't take my body." ”

On the other side, Zhuang Wangu and Huangquan were facing each other, across a stone bridge, and Huangquan under the hat said in a turbid voice: "My ability is withered and old, and all living beings who touch me will wither and grow old, you should hide this point when you look at the plum blossoms next to you." ”

After saying that, Huang Quan suddenly jumped out, slapped his right palm at Zhuang Wangu, Zhuang Wangu immediately caught up, the two of them slapped each other in the air, and the mana seemed to be slightly inferior to himself, but there was a special power in his palm, which was encroaching on his turbidity.

Basically, if the turbidity is used up and touches him again, he will be kept withered and old, Zhuang Wangu judged like this, hiding the interesting ability, when Zhuang Wangu fell back to the bow of the boat, dozens of snakes ran out of his sleeves, all of them were the snakes of Huangquan, the snake of Huangquan slipped into the water, and the next snap of his fingers had been bitten heavily on Huangquan's trouser leg.

Huang Quan is also a person who deeply studies turbidity, and immediately found that Zhuang Wangu's ability as a snake of Huangquan is actually quite similar to his own ability to wither and grow old, and the two of them looked at each other across the bridge, and they both found that the other party's ability was too similar to their own.

"Interesting." I don't know if this sentence comes from the mouth of Huangquan or from the mouth of Zhuang Wangu, but now there is no need to delve into it, the two people across the bridge shot again, Huangquan showed the Huangquan Supreme Spear, and the sword out of the Huangquan snake was all cut down. The thunder fire halberd has arrived, and the five thunder fires have ignited the plum blossoms nearby, and the plum blossoms are burned on the fire, and the blazing hunting fire burns the scorched flowers. The spears and halberds intersect, Zhuang Wangu is on the bridge, the yellow spring is on the water, a bridge is under the bridge, and the weapons collide.

"I heard that your eighteen-fold Yellow Spring is from the Yellow Spring of Hell, and my Yellow Spring Supreme Spear is also from the Yellow Spring of Hell, which means that our two magic weapons should be one, and it is because of this that I will fight you this time."

"Between us, there can only be one victor, the victor, take the two magic weapons together, and refine them into a real Huangquan top magic weapon." Huang Quan's voice was only extra clear, and Zhuang Wangu said: "That's right, this Huangquan Supreme Spear in your hand, I want to decide." ”

"When." The thunder fire halberd hit the Huangquan Supreme Spear again, and it was trembling at this time, and the Huangquan Supreme Spear suddenly appeared an absolutely cold chill, at the moment Zhuang Wangu was frozen, not as good as the absolute freezing of Bixiao, but it was extremely difficult to break free from this freezing, at this time, the spear pierced into the ice like a poisonous snake, "when" the ice shattered, Zhuang Wangu flew back ten zhang, retreated on a plum tree, blood sprinkled on the plum tree little by little, and a long scar was drawn on the right hand, and the blood flowed.

"I have already investigated the ability of the eighteen-fold Yellow Spring, it is to trap people, and the ability of the Huangquan Supreme Spear is to give absolute freezing, and after freezing people, it is easy to enter the eighteen-fold Yellow Spring, if any of us collect these two things, the Eighteenth Yellow Spring will immediately become a top-level magic weapon." Huangquan hat flew straight: "Your right hand has been injured, even your left hand can meet the enemy, but it can't beat me, eighteen Huangquan, I accepted it." ”

It was very cold, and he was stabbed by this absolute zero degree spear, his right hand could not move at all for the time being, and only his left hand could fight, and at this time, Huang Quan had already appeared on the right side of his body in a strange route, and his left hand immediately popped out the Three Realms Finger.

The Huangquan hat fell, and the Three Realms Finger shot into the hat, and there was no reaction at all, "The Three Realms Finger, from Chong'en Zhenjun, has been used once under the Thunder Mountain, once in the Dark Buddha Land, and once in the Lion's Roar Mountain." "The hat is in hand.

This is a person who has studied Zhuang Wangu quite carefully, all the information and information are clear, and Zhuang Wangu is completely unclear about this person, what he has to do is to kill Zhuang Wangu and seize Zhuang Wangu's eighteen yellow springs, and the crisis is in front of him.

At the battle place on the other side, Mo Fei, who had changed from red to white, was pinching on the ground and getting smaller and smaller, Yang Jian was surprised with a divine lock bow, I don't know what he was messing with, Mo Fei in red finally completely became Mo Fei in white, and in an instant, the red plum blossoms turned white.

Among the endless white plums, Mo Fei, who was dressed in white like snow, stood with a smile, and when he saw the god on Yang Jian's face, Mo Fei smiled and said: "To be precise, there are two souls hidden in this body, one is just now, a pervert and weak guy who likes to use embroidery needles, and the other is me, the real humane ruler." ”

"Yang Jian, I will accept your life." Mo Fei, the leader of humanity and the number one master under the Netherworld Sect Master, finally showed his true killing power, his body was like electricity, Yang Jian abandoned his bow and used a three-pointed two-edged knife, and even fought several moves, but he couldn't parry, only twenty-five moves, and his hand was inserted into Yang Jian's chest.

Blood was sprinkled little by little, falling in the white plum blossoms, which was the battle in full bloom among the plum blossoms. Mo Fei whispered in Yang Jian's ear: "It seems that you are not qualified to participate in the Battle of Ninety-Nine Springs. Indeed, this battle in full bloom among the plum blossoms was the prelude to the Battle of the Ninety-Nine Springs.