Jun Yiqun finally got rid of the huge ice cocoon that bound him, but saw a water dragon and several wind blades attacking him.

The corners of his mouth twitched wildly, and he quickly picked up the black staff and resisted.

Under the situation of their three-way wrestling, the direction of Jun Yiqun's fall changed again.

He didn't land on the floating ruin island, nor did he land in the sea, but by chance, he landed on the walnut boat of the demon clan all at once.

Jun Yiqun waved the staff in his hand, summoned a black cloud to support him, and finally landed on the deck of the ship without danger.

However, to his great surprise, he had just landed there when a sudden tremor came from under his feet.

Jun Yiqun didn't have time to react at all, and with a great force, he broke through the deck, causing Jun Yiqun and the walnut debris produced by the broken deck to fly into the sky, fly high, fall heavily, and fall on the shore where the ship was docked.

Fortunately, Jun Yiqun's own cultivation is good, and he has an evil monster force to protect his body, so he will not fall and get injured.

There is no fall, but the pain is really painful.

Jun Yiqun rubbed his buttocks, which were about to be smashed into eight petals, while spitting out the sawdust that flew into his mouth, and shouted through gritted teeth towards the walnut boat: "Who?!" Do you dare to plot against Lao Tzu? I don't think you want to live anymore! ”

"Hehe, I don't want to live anymore! You dare to suddenly disturb Benjun's rest and scare Benjun a lot, it's damned! ”

With that arrogant voice, a man sitting on a chair, along with a chair, flew out of the big broken hole in the walnut boat.

It was a man dressed in black and wearing a gold mask.

After hearing that voice, Ling Yuan, who had originally rushed into the sky and was about to start cracking the formation, couldn't help but glance back at that person, a thoughtful glow flashed in his eyes.

He didn't expect that even the Demon Emperor Hanxing would actually come to this small floating ruin island.

Suddenly ushered in the two supremes in the Three Realms, I have to say that today's Fuxu Island is simply glorious to the extreme.

Merely...... Why did the cold star sit on a chair and hide in the cabin until now?

Ling Yuan glanced thoughtfully at Han Xing, his gaze fell on his lap, and a bit of clarity flashed in his eyes.

The reason why Han Xing came to this floating ruin island from the demon realm must be because of a problem with his legs.

He deduced that the problem must have something to do with the curse.

Presumably, what Liu Jingjing asked just now, the solution to the petrification technique is for this Demon Emperor.

Sensing Ling Yuan's gaze, Han Xing raised his head and looked in this direction, seeing a group of young men with ordinary faces who he had never seen before, but who couldn't see their strength, standing in mid-air, and a deep light flashed in his eyes.

He always felt that these people were not as simple as they seemed on the surface.

Han Xing and Liu Jiamu entangled Jun Yiqun, and on Ling Yuan's side, his eyes only stayed on Han Xing's body for a moment, and then he began to seize the time to concentrate on breaking the formation.

Yun Shen, Qian Mo, Ling Shan, and Yu Ming had already stood in the positions set by Ling Yuan.