When I got closer, I could see it clearly, this two-headed giant lion was more than ten feet long, stepping on black clouds, looking forward to himself, his eyes were burning, his fangs were bared, and his scorpion tail was raised high, as if he was ready to give the opponent a blow at any time.

The face of the old man in the brocade robe is clearly visible, with long hair and shawl, straight cheekbones, eagle-nosed harrier eyes, fierce face, crystal light eyes, and bright pupils that make people dare not force to look.

The disciple of the Wuwei Sect made a one-handed decision, and the silver giant boat under him roared when it landed, and the huge boat body trembled violently for a few times before stopping in Kongzheng

One after another, the silver light spread out, and the Wind Battle Boat also revealed its true face, but on the head of the boat, only the disciples of the Wuwei Sect and the Black Star Monarch remained.

As for the others, they have already returned to the ashram in the boat.

On the lion's back, the brocade-robed old man slowly stood up, and whispered something in his mouth, and the two-headed giant lion stopped when he landed, looked at the boat-headed man, and announced a thunderous roar in his mouth.

"Honoring the name, but for Zhou?"

The disciple of Wuwei Gate Academy bowed his hand and said loudly, directly clarifying his identity.

The old man inspected the disciples of the Wuwei Sect and the Black Star Monarch up and down. He said coldly with an expressionless face: "It seems that you are a disciple of the Zhou Wuwei Sect of the Human Race, and your mana is also sparse as usual." Let me ask you, the Shattered Star Sword and the treasures of the Seven Dawn Demon Lords are in your hands? ”

was looked at by the old man. The disciple of Wuwei Sect was actually like being targeted by a wild beast, his back was cold, his hair stood on end, and he was secretly surprised in his heart, but his face was calm, and he said without being salty: "What if there is, what if there is not?" ”

Intentionally or unintentionally, his eyes glanced at the old man's cuffs, and there was a faint brilliance shining in the cuffs, it seems. The old man was secretly jealous of the Black Evil Star Monarch, and the palm in his sleeve was only afraid that he was holding a magic weapon.

"If you have, you just give these tricky things to the old man, and all the troubles brought to you by these things will be taken by the old man in the future, if you don't, hum, the old man will have to search for your soul, if not, the old man will not be embarrassed with you. Turn around and go! ”

The old man was still expressionless, but his tone was very determined, as if he could capture the disciples of the Wuwei Sect as soon as he made a move.

The disciples of Wuwei Sect didn't have time to reply, but a shrill woman's voice came from a distance: "Du Lao'er." Your abacus is upside down, tell you, the Broken Star Sword can give you. Those treasures belong to my spouse, especially Qiyao's exercise cheats. You don't want to meddle? ”

"That's good, Feng Niang. Why are you going to catch this? ”

The old man turned his head to look to the right, and a hint of disdain appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The sound of breaking through the air began, and a dazzling light flew from the right direction, and the golden beast chariot appeared in front of people like a thunderbolt, followed by a loud shout, and the giant wolf pulling the cart suddenly stopped at a distance of thousands of feet from the wind warboat.

Looking closely, this giant wolf with blue light swirling around his body was actually a puppet beast, and the spiritual pressure from each puppet beast's body was not weaker than that of a mid-level fairyland demon beast.

The beast car carved beams and painted buildings, extremely luxurious, on the root car pillars erected on both sides of each climb two dragons and two phoenixes.

The two monks sat side by side on the wide golden chairs, and when they saw the people in the distance looking at them unkindly, they stood together as if they were not to be outdone.

The man is burly, with yellow hair, a high nose and deep eyes, and deep green eyes, and a ten-year-old appearance.

The woman was a head taller than the man, with a full body, naked feet, dark skin, and an ugly face, first glaring at the Demon Monarch fiercely, and then looking at the disciples of the Wuwei Sect and the Black Star Monarch on the flying boat, and examined them up and down without fear.

Judging from the spiritual pressure exuded from this person's body, it is not inferior to Xuanhuo and Bingyue at all, and they are the same as two middle-level demon lords.

As for the Du Demon Lord, although the spiritual pressure in his body fluctuated from strength to strength, the feeling given to the disciples of the Wuwei Sect Academy was a few points more risky than this person, however, compared to Liu Donghai's unfathomable depth, this Du Demon Lord still seemed to be slightly superior.

If this demon was originally jealous of the disciples of the Wuwei Sect Academy, and he had learned the methods of the disciples of the Wuwei Sect to kill Bingyue and Xuanhuo, this jealousy had already turned into fear, besides, at this moment, the disciples of the Wuwei Sect Academy were not alone, but had two Golden Immortal Monks as companions, how could he not be surprised?

Although the disciples of Wuwei Sect Courtyard guessed that he would escape, they didn't expect him to escape so completely, but they were depressed in their hearts.

Thinking about it carefully, it was a little sudden, if the policy of his attack just now was the Blood Demon Lord, it was very likely that he would kill this demon, but he would be attacked by the white-robed Confucian Sheng, and there would be unexpected risks.

Moved by his mind, the Blood Demon Knife flew from a distance, distorted and transformed into a dazzling blood light, and disappeared into his body.

The black light flashed on the opposite side, giving birth to a pair of wings, and the wings fanned, chasing after the blood-colored figure that fell at the end.

More than half an hour later, the figure of the disciple of the Wuwei Sect Academy reversed and went straight to the wind and warboat.

Only two of the blood-colored figures were killed by it, and the remaining blood-colored figures were significantly stronger than these two, taking the opportunity to slip away, even so, this demon would definitely be greatly injured, and he would not dare to disturb him again in a short period of time.

From the thin sword of this white-robed Confucian Sheng, he also guessed that this Rao was a little powerful, and the blood soul that pretended to be Madame Mu in the Demon Dragon Secret Realm that day and intended to assault himself must have been taken care of.

Mrs. Baihua, Lingyin Zen Master, Allure City and others have already waited on the head of the boat.

Acknowledging that this figure was a disciple of Wuwei Sect, Lingyin Zen Master clasped his palms together, bowed from afar, and said, "Amitabha!" Zhou is a little outstanding, and my human race will no longer have to worry about being swallowed up by other races in the future! ”

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Seventy-seven Blood Shadows

"The master is polite, and the contemptible person is just forced to be unable to do so, otherwise, where would he be so dangerous?"

The disciple of Wuwei Sect returned the salute, smiled faintly, and flew to land on the bow of the boat. ↗，.

"I think the master's words are too modest, Brother Zhou is so young and now has such magical powers, maybe there is really the one who has stepped into the road to the fairyland, and then I will benefit, and even the entire human race will follow!"

Mrs. Baihua is the same, smiling and authentic.

Originally, she was not optimistic about this sniping attack by the disciples of the Wuwei Sect, but she didn't expect it to be so smooth, especially the appearance of the Blood Demon Monarch was surprising, and what she was most worried about was not only her own safety, but also whether the human race would be troubled from now on because of the disciples of the Wuwei Sect.

From the expression of the Blood Demon Lord just now, she saw a little expectation, these people who wanted to seize the treasure were not afraid of death, but they did not personally feel threatened by death.

Of course, the courage and adaptability of the disciples of the Wuwei Sect Academy made her secretly admire.

In order to be able to quietly get close to the Blood Demon Lord and the white-robed Confucian student, the disciples of the Wuwei Gate Academy deliberately asked Yuan Ying to take into account the fact that he was on the head of the flying boat and urged the mixed yuan qi gong to attract a lot of Liuhe spiritual power, and used the violent shaking of the Liuhe spiritual power to whitewash Xingzang.

This kind of adaptability in the face of danger can not be achieved by relying solely on the improvement of mana and the increase of the situation, as long as it is constantly practiced in the long-term life and death situation.

Even if that white-robed Confucian student is better than the disciples of the Wuwei Sect, when he fights with the disciples of the Wuwei Sect, I am afraid that he can only be contemptible everywhere.

It seems that in the future, we must find a way to touch the disciples of the Wuwei Sect Academy.

The fairy smiled. If you can get through the current crisis, Zhou has been satisfied, as for the future work. Who can tell? ”

Where did the disciple of Wuwei Sect know what she was thinking in her heart, and her eyes swept over the faces of Allure, Qing, Tietou and others. frowned slightly, and said: "Now we are all injured, and then there is a strong enemy, the bottom line is that we can't deal with it, so let's get out of here!" ”

Next, after a brief negotiation between several people, Xu Jie and Tietou were left to drive the flying boat, and the others walked into the quiet room again.

The wind warboat changed direction and moved forward like a thunderbolt.

A short half-ring moment. It's been millions of miles.

In the other direction, the white-robed Confucian was hiding in a shady cave, pinching a perverse magic decision with both hands, and the blood flames around his body were rolling, urging some secret technique to heal his wounds.

It was only after the middle of the night, when the color grew brighter, and the sun shone into the cave again, that he stopped his movements and slowly opened his eyes. The blood flames around his body were gone, and they disappeared into his body.

After urging the True Qi to circulate in his body for several weeks, his face suddenly became gloomy.

He was silent for a moment, and reached out to take out a delicate communication magic disk. said coldly: "The surname is Zhou, you don't let the old man feel better, and the old man will also make you uncomfortable!" ”

Quickly injected a trace of mana into the magic disk. After a while, a dazzling white light lit up on the magic plate.

"I still think you're dead. Let's go, where is the son surnamed Zhou now! ”

A shrill sound came from the magic plate. It seems to be more resentful.

"Back to Da Rao, this surnamed Zhou fled too fast, and the furry man couldn't grasp his whereabouts, so he could only keep up with a few of his subordinates, just now, this surnamed Zhou has now gathered with several of his subordinates, and is now heading in the direction of the human race, looking at the posture, it seems that the injury is not light, and he wants to come back to the human race to hide and recuperate!"

The white-robed Confucian restrained the resentment in his heart and said cautiously.

"Is that true?"

"How dare people deceive adults, looking at their hurried posture, I'm afraid that it won't take long to come back to the human race!"

"Come back to the Terrans, damn it? In this way, wouldn't Benjun waste all his scheming? ”