"It's for the teacher!"

Zhou Xuanqing didn't notice it, and was suddenly picked up by volley, and his body floated in the air and moved quickly. Hearing Nanshan's familiar voice, he calmed down and let him escape with him.

It's a pity that he hasn't run far, and suddenly he was pinched by the back of his neck as if he had to lift it back, and the moment Zhou Xuanqing turned his head, his face was pasted with a sticky 'wall'.

Nanshan's eyes were black, his back trembled, and the whole person appeared in embarrassment.

Sure enough, it was the demon king who blocked the way of the two, and he made a large web with spider silk, which was enough to wrap the two of them, but there was no movement. His implicit bewitching eyes faded, and he asked coldly, "Under Benjun's nose, where do you want to escape?"

Looking away, these two masters and apprentices were half-. There was a burst of disappointment in everyone's hearts, and then they thought about their situation even more worryingly.

Nanshan also somehow suddenly became ruthless, and threw out the Qiankun bag that Gao Yin had just picked up, only to see the yellow rune paper pouring from the mouth of the bag. The demon king was really attracted to attention, turned his head to look, and he grabbed Zhou Xuanqing again and prepared to run to the side of the mountain road.

The rune paper was messy in front of the wind, and it was impossible to see the way between the overlapping and overlapping, and the two of them actually ran around the demon king in the east, west, north and south corners.

It's rare to run away so stupidly. Everyone held their foreheads and stuffed their hearts, and they all turned their faces away and didn't look at them.

The demon king suddenly sensed that something was wrong, tilted his head, and his eyes were an inquiring gaze.

I don't know what happened to the accident, the yellow paper talisman that was swept by the wind formed a gossip array above everyone's heads, and the golden light quickly fell, and the demon king was wrapped crookedly: he couldn't move.

The crowd was quiet for a moment, and then boiled again. There is also a faint feeling of being slapped in the face.

It turned out that Fang Cai Nanshan and Zhou Xuanqing did not run away from each other, but followed the Tiangang footwork with the yellow rune paper to form the gossip array.

Is it opportunistic? Or is it really smart? Everyone didn't have time to think about it, but they just said that they had won today.

The eight-hundred-year-old demon king was actually planted, and the planting was also beautiful. He squinted at Zhou Xuanqing, and thought deeply for a while, his cold eyes were as deep as a secret.

The rune paper was like a cloth glowing with golden light, binding the demon king to get smaller and smaller, and finally, he struggled slightly to cooperate, and a cloud of white smoke came out of the original form of his true body. Everyone came up and opened the rune paper to take a look: it was an eight-legged and eight-eyed spider with a round body and a half-sized palm, lying quietly on the ground, and its dark eyes were still glowing with demons.

The master and apprentice couldn't believe it: was it their own luck or the demon king's back?

Everyone also got up from the ground one after another, and they didn't care about tidying up their grooming clothes, so they slowly surrounded the master and apprentice in a circle. The figures were one after another, and the master and apprentice only felt that the black pressure in front of them was overwhelming, and the chaotic green tendons jumped suddenly.

Zhou Xuanqing hurriedly held the demon king in his original form in the palm of his hand, and pulled Nanshan and said, "Master, are they planning to rob our demon king?"

An ordinary demon is a good thing for a Taoist priest, let alone a demon king who has been cultivating for eight hundred years?

"Stupid people, the big faction won't rob us, they can't do such shameless things. Nanshan explained to her firmly.

The faces of those Taoists instantly turned red like monkeys. swallowed what he was going to say.

At this time, there were still people who didn't give up, as if they were saying to others: "A down-and-out little sect, if it wasn't for today's shit luck, how could he capture the demon king so easily?"

Nanshan patted the dust on his shoulder, rubbed his two short beards disappreciatively, turned his head sideways and smiled at his apprentice, "Shit luck, that's luck too." ”

Zhou Xuanqing nodded in deep agreement, and gently pressed his fingers on the spider's back. That plush touch is indescribable.

After getting back a little verbal benefit, Nanshan was much more comfortable.

Gao Yin of the Heavenly Dao Sect pulled his disciple to stand farther away, silent. Da Xu felt embarrassed today.

Only the Shenxiao disciple straightened his face, stared at the spider, and his tone changed to gentle and kind, "Then do you have a magic weapon to suppress the demon king?" If you don't suppress it, maybe it will escape halfway through your departure." ”

"Nope. Nanshan and Zhou Xuanqing spoke in unison, their faces embarrassed. Yicheng Palace, it's really poor, except for the utensils for doing things, there has never been a decent ritual weapon.

The people didn't expect the two of them to dare to go up the mountain unprepared, did they really plan to come and see the excitement?

It's a pity that there has only been a battle, and many people's magic weapons have been broken by the demon king. For a while, I still can't find the right thing to suppress the demon.

"Uh, I seem to have something, I wonder if I can use it?" A disciple of the Heavenly Dao Sect suddenly appeared tremblingly.

Gao Yin looked back: It was an old fritter in the door, and he was not good at cultivating the Tao when he gaged on weekdays, and this time the Demon Hunter King came out with a lack of manpower.

The disciple was still a little embarrassed, and walked up slowly. From the baggage he carried, he turned out a purple sand clay pot. Put it on the ground and say, "This is what I use to fight crickets on weekdays, you see, can you use it?"

Just kidding, turning the cricket jar into a "demon suppression jar"? Really, it's so casual.

Although he couldn't help but snort coldly in his nose, Gao Yin still adhered to the Taoist style. He took a long circle of red rope from his wrist and formed a small gossip diagram on the jar along the side opening, and the formation was full of light. Gao Yin was not at ease, and put on a few more yellow paper charms before stopping.

When he carefully handed the jar back to Nanshan, he was still scratching the jar a little reluctantly. "You have to keep an eye on the Demon King, if you let him escape, maybe something will go wrong. ”

This is the end of the mighty demon hunting operation. Don't start and just talk about the result, everyone was stunned and returned to their respective Dao palaces in vain.

Zhou Xuanqing's eyes were empty, and he couldn't figure it out in his heart: his cultivation was still measured for a few catties and taels. This kind of gossip circle is the first time it has been used, and the power can be seen in a hurry. But with the Demon King's cultivation, he can clearly escape, why do he still throw himself into the net? No one else can see a flaw, and this Demon King's actions are really incredible.

The thoughts drifted too far, and when they came back to their senses, the master and apprentice had already returned to the foot of Niutou Mountain unconsciously.

Zhou Xuanqing raised his eyes and looked up, and there was a figure jumping up and down, walking like flying in the mountain meadow, and the wind seemed to blow clumps of grass clippings and flying wildly.

When it was close, the figure jumped down and fell to the ground, and the two of them rolled around before stopping. Zhou Xuanqing raised his hand to help him up, and said helplessly: "Senior brother, you are always so reckless." ”

This person's eyes are bright and clear, the bridge of his nose is slightly straight, and there is a bit of childishness between his delicate eyebrows.

"Senior sister, are you back?" The young man's name is Xiaozhi, and like Zhou Xuanqing, he was picked up by Nanshan.

Nanshan stepped forward from behind, separated Xiao Zhi and grabbed Zhou Xuanqing's arm, coughed, and reprimanded sharply with a straight face: "What are you flying, can't the little rabbit cub walk well? ”

Alarmist and swearing. Xiao Zhi said that he knew, and he had to complain in his heart. He took the opportunity to look behind the two of them, looked left and right, and said, "Didn't you bring anything good back this time?"

"Yes, take it!" Nanshan directly stuffed the clay pot of the demon into Xiao Zhi's arms.

"What is this?" Xiao Zhi was puzzled while holding the jar, and saw that there were several yellow paper talismans pasted on it, and he planned to take it off and take a look at it.

The two of them immediately raised their voices at a glance and hurriedly shouted, "Don't move!"

Frightened, Xiao Zhi's hand hung in the air, and he didn't know where to put it for a while, and asked, "What the hell is this?"

Zhou Xuanqing relaxed his expression, and said lightly, "It's nothing, it's just that I caught a spider spirit." ”