The audience was silent, and everyone knew that Wude Xingjun was looking for fault. Flash Dance.

The little demon who was injured by the sword wind dared not speak angrily, covered his chest, and hid to the side.

Syllable!

He Cheng's groom boots embroidered with red flowers stepped on the steps, and walked down calmly in two, three and four steps, and came to Wude Xingjun.

"Broken!" Raising his hand and drawing his sword, the sword sharpened, slashing the table in half.

"This is a sword given to the Star Monarch by Heavenly Court, I don't dare to accept it"

The wrist shook slightly, up to five hundred catties, and it was lightly fluttering in his hand.

Wu De Xingjun is the guard of Nantianmen, and he is about the same as the captain of the guard security in the enterprise, which is not a good thing.

"Hahahaha!"

The lion-like laughter shattered the rich ghostly aura and pierced the aroma of wine, coming from a distance.

"Wude Xingjun, the big wedding event of people's marriage, isn't it a shame for you to give you a broken sword that you have used enough?"

"Zhong Kui?"

Wu Dexingjun's face changed slightly.

Immortals descend to earth without authorization, whether it is to rescue mortals, or to subdue demons and eliminate demons, there are punishments, and the thousand-year-old golden turtle in Yao Chi is a bloody example.

"Humph! I'm just a guard guarding the Nantian Gate, and I don't have anything of value on me, Plague God, it's your turn! ”

Wude Xingjun threw the pot to the plague god, and with Zhong Kui here today, he couldn't make a move.

"Ah, me?" The plague god was stunned.

Before that, Wu De Xingjun found him and said that he was going to kill the zombie who had drained his mana at that time, and specifically selected the zombie wedding day, which would both humiliate the zombie and lose the zombie's head. Flash Dance.

After entering the door, Wude Xingjun drew his sword and killed, and the plague god assisted by his side.

When did you talk about gift-giving?

Seeing that the plague god was stunned, Wude Xingjun said, "Just give him something, wait for me to get Zhong Kui later, kill this zombie, and I will definitely help you take it back!" ”

Hundreds of demons looked at him, and the plague thought about it, and took out a porcelain basin from his body that was about the same as a washbasin.

"This is a cornucopia given to me by the God of Wealth, if I throw one ingots into it, I can spit out ten ingots"

Baby is very powerful, the demons with the lowest skills in the banquet don't bother to raise their eyelids, whether they are monsters or immortals, mortals' money is the same as ordinary stones to them.

The plague god scratched his cheek, and this face was a little embarrassing.

But as soon as he thought about it, he would immediately kill all the demons and monsters, including He Cheng, and kill people and kill people, and the troubles would be blocked in the city of vain death.

"Thank you, Plague God"

He Cheng took the cornucopia and handed it to the little ghost beside him.

And said loudly, "Thank you friends for looking up to me and being able to enjoy your face!" Today, the martial arts star monarch and the plague god can come, and it will make the vain city of death shine even more! I am also an old acquaintance with Zhong Ye, and today's first glass of wine, I will toast three people first! ”

He said it cleverly, deliberately plucking Zhong Kui and Wude Xingjun, Zhong Kui is a god like you, but he is my old friend.

The monsters below nodded, glad they were here today.

The old demon of Montenegro in the city of death in vain actually has friends in the fairy world and the underworld, and he hugged this thigh tightly, absolutely yes!

"Lord Montenegro, where is your bride? We'll see! ”.

"Yes, we have to appreciate it, what a beautiful beauty it is!"

The shouts came and went, similar to the scene when mortals were married.

"Master"

A little ghost came up to He Cheng and whispered a few words in his ear.

"Mess up!"

Ordinary little demons and imps didn't hear it, but the plague god and the others listened to it word for word.

The tree demon grandmother of Lanruo Temple was killed by a swordsman, and the swordsman and scholar were even more ready to snatch Nie Xiaoqian's ashes, but fortunately, a female ghost came to the dead city to communicate, otherwise He Cheng would have lost face if he was escaped today.

"My bride is a little shy, I have to pick it up myself, everyone is drinking here now, I'll go back!"

The little demons didn't know what was going on, and nodded, "Master Montenegro, hurry up, don't delay the hour"

Wu Dexingjun was even more happy, didn't this give him the opportunity to lobby Zhong Kui?

"Old Yuan, come with me!" He Chengdao.

"Yes!"

The two of them rose to the sky, left the city of vain death, and rushed to the direction of Lanruo Temple.

He Cheng let go of the corpse qi, and bursts of thick black corpse qi came out of his wide robe and sleeves like black smoke from a chimney, and everywhere he passed, his vitality was extinguished.

From a distance, it looks like a cloud of black smoke wearing a robe.

"Old Yuan, you have seen that Martial De Xingjun, can you fight it?"

"I'm not an opponent"

The more you go to the later stage of the battle, the more difficult it becomes.

"What about holding him back with a stick of incense?"

"Yes!"

Yuan Detai gritted his teeth and nodded,

"Just"

"Are you worried that Zhong Kui will turn against the water?"

"Hmm"

"This battle doesn't count him first, if he really makes a move"

Zhong Kui really made a move, and he could only abandon the city and flee for his life.

He wasn't confident enough to deal with three immortals with names and surnames at the same time.

Lanruo Temple is here in a flash.

A fire devoured the tree demon of Lanruo Temple, and Yan Chixia, who was half-kneeling on the ground, was panting heavily while holding the long sword.

"Hurry up! Later, the old demon of Montenegro will come, and none of us will survive! ”

"Wait, wait!"

Ning Caichen knelt on the ground and dug the soil, and took out the ashes one by one.

"No, it's not Xiaoqian, where are you, Xiaoqian!"

His fingers were worn out, Ning Caichen frowned, and he only used one hand to dig.

"Ahh Got it! ”

Ning Caichen was about to hold the ashes altar, but was kicked away by Yan Chixia and turned over on the ground.

"Get out of here!"

"What do you mean, bearded!"

Ning Caichen patted his robe, "Xiaoqian, I"

Looking at the two people who suddenly appeared in front of him, he was stunned.

"It's you!"

As soon as he thought of a terrifying monster like his grandmother, who was well-behaved and obedient in front of He Cheng, Ning Caichen seemed to have been pushed by someone, and he took seven or eight steps back in a row.

Maybe he himself knows it's a bit humiliating.

Clenched his fists, puffed up the green tendons on his neck and said, "Xiaoqian doesn't like you at all, why do you want to marry her?" ”

"I didn't marry you"

He Cheng bent down, picked up the ash altar with the words "Nie Xiaoqian" written on it, and patted the soil.

"You! You're just crushing people with your fists! You have the ability to let Xiaoqian marry you with your real skills! He was still not convinced.

"Really?"

He Cheng turned his hand, and the ash altar had been put away by him.

"You're doing a big deal to me today, because your head has lived for too long and you want to move?"

Thousands of calculations, only Ning Caichen was missed, although the tree demon did not have the courage to deal with the immortals, but only the fact that the tree demon died in the hands of Yan Chixia was enough to make it a pity, if he was allowed to kill him, couldn't he still mention his ability?

"The neck is four and a half fingers long, the skin is thin and the flesh is less, and the blood is splashed three feet and four inches with one knife" Yuan Detai weighed the big knife in his hand and looked at Ning Caichen.

"I, I'm bearded! You keep saying that you are going to eliminate demons, and now there are two demons and monsters, and you still don't make a move? ”

"Phew! Now think of me! ”

Yan Chixia stood up with her sword on her hand, panting like a cow, fighting with the Dryad had consumed too much of his mana.

"Let you get out of here, you have to stay for a female ghost, come on, now we all have to die!"

He scolded and grinned, grabbed the Xuanyuan Divine Sword and walked forward, the tip of the sword slashed from the ground, rubbed against the stones, stumbled, and sparked along the way.

Yan Chixia is not timid, and her fighting spirit is high.

He Cheng didn't rush to make a move, but instead stared at the Xuanyuan Divine Sword in Yan Chixia's hand, and said, "Yan Chixia, do you want to let this kid live?" ”