When Shang Biao returned to the middle-aged man's cell, the other party had already completed his breathing and recovered his strength to fight, and he was not the only one in the cell.

The tantric monks of that Tibetan area and the parrot demon with colorful feathers all gathered together, as if waiting for Shang Biao together.

"Boy, this is Master Gru, you can call this bird Green Source. Since you didn't bring back Lao Gao, I think he must have returned to his hometown and met his motherless mother. Now take us to the Qianqing Palace immediately, I hope that Brother Qi has not been caught by the Nasao fox yet. ”

The middle-aged man couldn't wait to urge, they were all arrested outside and secretly escorted to the palace. Except for the one-third of an acre of land in his cell, the rest of the place is really unclear, so he waited for Shang Biao to come back and lead the way.

"Exactly what I want, haven't you asked your Excellency for your name yet?"

"Brother Qi didn't tell you? Forget it, my name is Meng Bao, you can call me Lao Meng, or Brother Meng. ”

"Don't talk nonsense, I don't want to stay here for a moment, this damn place is full of memories that make me desperate, hurry up!"

The demon bird Lu Yuan interrupted the conversation between the two and pulled Meng Bao out.

The three of them and one demon walked out of the cell quickly, and Shang Biao led the way back to the Qianqing Palace.

The two palaces were not too far away, and they went straight forward, and they stood outside the gate of the Qianqing Palace in a short time.

After Shang Biao walked in, he found that there were only three foxes, snakes, and rats left among the five Baojia Immortals. If it weren't for the fall of the host, the weasel representing the Yellow Immortal and the hedgehog representing the White Immortal would never have disappeared.

In this way, these White Lotus Sect members are not all lambs to the slaughter.

"Qi Protector is trapped in this, this formation is originally complete with five immortals, and now there are only three immortals left, if we break this formation, it should save a lot of trouble later."

After Shang Biao finished speaking, the honest Tantric Great Monk Geru stepped forward. After observing for a while, Gru, who was also proficient in the formation, seemed to have discovered the weakness of the shamanic secret formation of the Five Immortals, now called the Three Immortals Formation.

The wide sleeved robe swelled, the thick arms hidden in it were raised, the hands were tied outward, the two middle fingers were erect like needles, one little finger, and the two thumbs were erected separately, and a compelling momentum emanated from its body.

"Huh!"

Tantric mantra with Vajrasattva's seal, although a finger is missing, the strength of this great monk is still not to be underestimated, and it shattered the gate of Qianqing Palace with just one blow.

"Sao Fox, die for grandpa!"

Meng Bao cared about Qi Linqing, and saw the form clearly the moment the gate was broken.

Seeing that Brother Qi, who he was thinking about day and night, was besieged by an old acquaintance shaman and a colored feather shaman, the situation was dangerous, and he couldn't bear the hatred in his heart anymore.

Kicking one of the steel knives of the Royal Foresters on the ground with his toes, he rushed forward like an enraged bull with a sharp blade in his hand.

In addition to Qi Linqing, who belonged to the White Lotus Sect in the field, there was also his scar-faced apprentice, who was grappling with a colored feather shaman with a collapsed chest.

Hearing his roar, Qi Linqing's Caiyu shaman's face changed, and he took the initiative to greet him.

"Brother Meng, how did you get out of trouble, weren't the people sent to rescue you still stopped in the Heart Cultivation Palace?"

Meng Bao's appearance gave Qi Linqing a chance to breathe, and after forcing the shaman sacrifice in front of him with the magic ruler in his hand, he took the time to ask.

"Didn't you send that little brother in the sect to rescue me? Is there a fraud? ”

After Meng Bao and Caiyu Shaman fought a move, they were repelled to the side and looked at Qi Linqing in confusion.

"Qi Protector, it's me."

Shang Biao's painting skin was already damaged, and it was only after he opened his mouth that Qi Linqing remembered him as a treacherous deserter.

"Gru, are you looking for death too!"

There was a brief truce in the field, and the only two remaining colored feather shamans gathered around the shaman sacrifice Galuo, staring coldly at the tantric great monk.

"The Buddha is also angry, where is my rebel!"

"In my Shaman Ancestral Court, you have the ability to go to the gate to find him for revenge!"

From the conversation between the two, it is not difficult to perceive that this tantric master has fallen to the point of being imprisoned, and there is no lack of his rebel to help.

"Don't talk nonsense with her, this demon woman is waiting for the support of the Royal Forest Army outside! Let's do it together, and you don't have to pay attention to etiquette to deal with these Manchu barbarians. ”

The injuries on Qi Linqing's body are not light, especially the wound that was torn in the lower abdomen, and almost the internal organs inside can be seen.

Even so, after taking a few pills, he still insisted on taking the lead.

"Quack, Uncle Ben likes to fight the water dogs the most. You little ladies have plucked so much hair from the uncle, and now the feng shui is taking turns, and the uncle is going to screw your head off as a night pot! ”

This demon bird flew out with a wicked smile, and if it was ordinary, even the weakest Colored Feather Shaman in it would be able to easily clean him up.

To be honest, with his strength, he was not qualified to be imprisoned in Kunning Palace, and the reason why he kept this bird in prison was only to provide the shamans with the best headdress feathers.

So Galuo didn't take him seriously at all, but this cheap bird can also be a big helper now, causing some trouble for the shaman sacrifice.

Three people and one demon besieged Galuo, and Shang Biao was greedy for the box that the shaman priest had exploded. But Qi Linqing has been fighting with the other party for a long time, and the main output is accounted for the lion's share. Second, he was not confident that he would be able to snatch the head in the siege of several people.

To be on the safe side, Shang Biao chose the seriously injured Caiyu Shaman and greeted him.

If he moves fast, the other one can't escape his palm. To make up for quality with quantity, it is not that he bothered to rescue Qi Linqing.

This shaman is enshrined in the spirit of a rat representing the 'gray' fairy, driving a giant rat the size of a watermelon as a means of attack.

The rat corpses on the ground were all contributed by her. Of course, these rats did not die in vain. Looking at the corpses of the White Lotus Sect members on the ground, it is estimated that she has solved most of the lives of most of them by relying on these rats alone.

This also caused her to attract the most hatred, I don't know who she was hit by the near death, and now there are only a dozen rat kings left around her as the last support.

Hundreds of yin spirits poured out of the ten thousand ghost flags, three in groups, five in groups, burrowing into the bodies of those big rats, vying to devour the weak rat souls and fighting for control of the body.

The Shaman of Colored Feathers, who enshrines the 'Gray' Immortal, hurriedly beats the leather drum on his waist and dances the Divine Dance to help the rats resist the invasion of the Yin Spirit, and at the same time prevent himself from being affected by the Yin Spirit.

Shang Biao observed for a moment, and on the few footprints that the colored feather shaman had repeatedly walked, three drops of blood popped out.

The magic sword was held in his hand, and the broken army soul in the seven-star sword technique was guided by a large amount of starlight attached to the sword body.

The next moment, Shang Biao saw the opportunity and appeared on the blood closest to the Colored Feather Shaman.

"No~"

The sudden appearance of Shang Biao frightened the shaman, and the desperate wail did not soften the enemy's heart.

In the case of no avoidance, the 'Gray Fairy' shaman raised the leather drum in his hand to block his chest, moved his steps back, and quickly retreated.

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