The hero didn't eat the loss in front of him, and he reluctantly handed over the celadon piece.

"Brother, the dragon kiln is close at hand, it's easy to come up, why do you have to let this kid lead the way."

"I don't understand why the boss is doing this." The gunman snatched the porcelain piece from the hand of the last ignorant.

"Then what should this kid do?"

"Tie it up!"

Taking advantage of their conversation and neglecting to supervise him, Mo Wuwen jumped into the mountain and was about to jump down the mountain to slip away, but saw his fist smashing in front of him with the wind: "If you want to slip away, you are looking for death." ”

Mo Wuwen opened the fist with his left hand, kicked the opponent with his right foot, but in an instant, countless sticks smashed at him from all directions.

He hurriedly covered his head with his arm and was about to endure the pain caused by the rain of sticks, but when he heard the sound of whining, the Dongming Divine Beast with long red lips on his face fell from the sky, waved his hand and slammed at everyone, the sticks broke off, and the crowd scattered.

Impossible, Mo Wuwen, who put down his arm, saw that the blood they spilled was actually gray, was it the Gray World Demon, but why weren't they afraid of the celadon pieces, could it be that Zhao Mingxuan was a descendant of the Gray World people who left behind in the world?

Just when he was stunned, the leader took advantage of the chaos to hold the celadon piece and went straight to the direction of the dragon kiln, and the end of the sight in his eyes immediately pulled his legs to chase after him, and he couldn't let him insert the celadon piece into the dragon kiln to open the door of the gray world like Zhao Mingxuan did last time.

At this moment, a cloud of gray mist suddenly rose from the woods, and the hidden gray realm demon finally appeared, and the Dongming Divine Beast that arrived picked up its huge fist and slashed into the demon group.

As the twilight deepened, the demon's combat power became stronger and stronger, breaking away from the attack of the Dongming Divine Beast and flocking towards the Dragon Kiln.

The sword flashed, and Liu Bo next to the dragon kiln stood leaning on the sword.

With a shot, the bullet flew towards Liu Bo, Liu Bo's sword split the bullet like lightning, the blade of the sword was as cold as the cold wind slashed the shoulder of the shooter, and the blood gushed like a spring, and the blood was still gray blood.

The shooter didn't fall, he staggered towards the dragon kiln, no matter what, he couldn't let him open the door of the gray world, and the desperate Mo Wuwen picked up a stone and hit him in the back with a blow, and fell to the ground with a poof, and the celadon scattered a blue glow where he couldn't reach it.

Mo Wuwen rushed over like a lightning bolt, grabbed the porcelain piece tightly and got up and flashed to Liu Bo's side, gray gradually shrouded the sky of Dongming Mountain, and the demons of the gray world gathered in the area of the dragon kiln to make a dying struggle.

The Gray World Demon is very jealous of the light of celadon, which will make them have a kind of piercing pain, but with the advent of the new sun, their fear of death is getting closer and closer, anyway, it is death, and some grumpy demons will rush out and rush over to fight for the porcelain pieces.

The damn demon refining pot failed at a critical moment, and Mo Wuwen could only sacrifice the celadon piece, the green light flashed like a sword and slashed towards the flying demon, and the demon who followed him rushed over again, and the suicidal attack made Mo Wuwen rush to let the demon hit the shoulder, and the celadon fell to the ground.

Liu Bo's sword arrived in time to cut off the demon's hand, and the gray bloody stink was in front of the dragon kiln.

The gray demon rushed towards them like moths to a flame, and the only way to survive was to seize the celadon pieces and open the dragon kiln.

The desperate demon, the crazy demon attack was as fierce as a hurricane, and gradually surrounded Mo Wuwen and Liu Bo on the top of the dragon kiln.

"I still have the last Heavenly Master Talisman, and when the sacrifice is raised, I will cover you to carry the porcelain pieces down the mountain." Liu Bo held the sword in his tired hand and said with a rough breath.

"Let's go."

"I live and die with the dragon kiln."

"No, let's go together, Uncle Liu!"

"Heavenly Master, big things are important, you go quickly!"

Just as Liu Bo was about to sacrifice the Heavenly Master Talisman, Wei Dingjun, who was holding the peachwood sword from the east side of the dragon kiln, fought and retreated from the demons who were almost exhausted.

At this time, the gray-blooded man who was defeated by the Dongming Divine Beast also fled to the dragon kiln, and the frightened gray-blooded man flowed all over the mortar, exuding a strong smell of blood, and met the demon who was repelled by Wei Dingjun.

The demon's nose was wide open, sniffed, and suddenly grabbed the gray blood man and bit his neck, and suddenly the blood gushed like a spring, and the demon with a mouth full of gray blood was extremely excited, grabbed the stick and slashed towards Wei Dingjun's wooden sword, there were so many sticks, the weight of the sticks, Wei Dingjun couldn't breathe.

Unable to resist the tsunami-like attack of the enemy, Wei Dingjun swung a few swords and retreated to the dragon kiln.

The ferocious demon claws and sharp fangs frantically attacked the Dongming Divine Beast heading in the direction of the Dragon Kiln, preventing it from gathering with Mo Wuwen and the others.

The corpses of the gray-blooded people who were sucked dry by the demon are all over the field, but the ending of being in cahoots with the demon is devoured, which is really retribution.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and the demon stained with gray blood was angry and fiercely approached them on the dragon kiln, and only by grabbing the celadon could they open the door of the gray world.

At the end of Wuwen, he sacrificed celadon, under the faint blue light, Wei Dingjun on the left was holding a peachwood sword, and Liu Bo on the right was fluttering in the wind, facing the surging demons, they had no way to retreat, but to fight to the death.

The light of celadon stopped the demon from moving forward, but the demon stained with gray blood was not as afraid as before, and the celadon gradually broke through the shroud of light, killing the dragon kiln, Wei Dingjun's peachwood sword pierced the first demon who stepped on the dragon kiln, and the miserable demon just fell down and other demons waved their knives and slashed over.

Suddenly, a blue light swept from the foot of Dongming Mountain to the Dragon Kiln, and then a white light swept up and descended straight to the Dragon Kiln.

"Aohime." Mo Wuwen looked at her and the plain-clothed man side by side in astonishment, his previous life, General Huo.

"Nine Heavens Xuannu?" Liu Bo was also surprised, he knew that when the Nine Heavens Xuannu was in the mortal world, her name was Ye Qingji, and she became the protector of celadon with her body in the kiln in order to burn the celadon that had passed through the rain

Qing Ji waved her green clothes angrily, the blue light swept away the demon who climbed the dragon kiln like a wave, and the celadon piece in Mo Wuwen's hand slowly floated to Qing Ji's hand, the celadon piece in her hand The green light became thicker and thicker, and the porcelain light shone directly into the sky, and the entire Dongming Mountain was covered with bright green.

The plain-clothed people are also angry, and the torchlight is like a spear and a demon will stab left and right, and the demons will die wherever the gun goes.

All the demons fell, slumped to the ground as if they had been pulled out of their bones, squirming in pools of dark gray blood.

Looking at them, he stopped talking without hearing anything.

Qing Ji's sleeves blocked them like a green gauze tent, "Everything is all right, we should go back to where we need to go." The celadon pieces slowly flew into Mo Wuwen's hands, and Qing Ji and General Huo rose up, turned into green smoke, and the white smoke flew farther and farther away, disappearing into the vastness.

"That's you, Heavenly Master." Liu Bo said to Mo Wuwen.

"He is not a Heavenly Master, and I am not a Heavenly Master, the Heavenly Master is only one of our lifetimes, not that we are all Heavenly Masters in every lifetime, and every life is ourselves." Mo Wuwen looked up at the sky thoughtfully.

The time is coming, the new day is coming, if nothing else, there are no more gray world demons in the world, they are waiting silently in the dragon kiln, waiting for the moment they are looking forward to.