But just when Feng Qingcheng was nervously flying with all his might, suddenly a figure flying with her suddenly appeared beside her.

Feng Tingcheng was taken aback in his heart, and quickly turned his head to look, but at such an instant, the black shadow had disappeared, leaving only a cloud that had been marked out, proving that Feng Tingcheng was really not wrong just now.

At this moment, suddenly Feng Chengcheng was grabbed by a strong force.

She suddenly roared angrily, twisted her body with her right hand, and slammed her elbow behind her.

But when it hit the palm of one hand, it didn't even pop.

Feng Qingcheng's eyes widened and he found that it was Dongfang Wuyi, and suddenly the big stone in his heart was put down.

"You're trying to scare me to death?"

Feng Qingcheng said through gritted teeth.

"I think you're trying to scare me to death."

Dongfang Wuya said lightly.

The next moment, Feng Chengcheng was grabbed by him and fell down violently.

At this moment, Feng Qingcheng suddenly remembered that he had secretly escaped.

But in an instant, it had already fallen to the ground, and Feng Qingcheng let out a sigh of relief and said, "I can't just do nothing, just wait in that room and watch them be killed by that old wizard." ”

"You come with me."

I heard Dongfang Wuya say lightly.

Feng Qingcheng was taken aback in his heart, looked at Dongfang Wuya, who turned his head and flew towards his demeanor, gritted his teeth, and then shouted softly and flew up.

The wind whistled in my ears. Feng Qingcheng was a little apprehensive in his heart, as if Dongfang Wuya was busy with something in that altar during this time.

Speaking of which, this altar is also bizarre, it seems to have some kind of enchantment, so that the turquoise aura around it cannot enter.

And the cultivation of the Taoist priest is also unfathomable, the statue placed in the middle of the hall is even more surprising, the rest of the body is carved lifelike, very exquisite, but only the face is furrow and convex, it is completely the original appearance of the stone, which can not help but surprise people's hearts.

Immediately after, Feng Chengcheng and Dongfang Wuya rushed to the altar, where the refugees of Easy City were crowded.

Dongfang Wuya was the first to fall, and the refugees in Xiaoyao City involuntarily gave up a vacant land, and Feng Qingcheng swept his eyes, and when he saw these people, his heart fluttered.

Not because of fear of these people's cultivation, but out of some kind of guilt, this disaster was caused by themselves, and it was they who displaced them, made them lose what they had originally, and they could never get it back.

Following behind Dongfang Wuyan, Feng Tingcheng kept taking a deep breath, but the scorching gaze around him was like the edge of a sword, so that Feng Tingcheng couldn't even ignore it.

Turning his head slightly, he saw a man looking at this side with hatred, his eyes like the deepest hell burning with raging flames.

Feng Qingcheng couldn't help but be taken aback, and quickly turned his head, swallowed his saliva, and looked straight at the ground.

"Bitch! Give back my mom! ”

Suddenly, a childish voice sounded loudly on the right, and Feng Chengcheng was as if he had been suddenly pricked by a needle, and he suddenly raised his head and screamed, and cold sweat crossed his face.

This shouting was only halfway through, and it had already stopped in the summer, and there was no end to the east in front of him, but he stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.

Feng Qingcheng followed the sound and saw a little girl standing up suddenly, pointing here and scolding, her mouth open and closed, the angry look on her face was undoubtedly revealed, but she couldn't hear a single sound.

As the girl screamed, the people around her also surged, and they picked up the things around them, took off their shoes, and threw them fiercely in this direction.

Some even rushed over with hideous faces.

"Retreat!"

Just when he was stunned, he suddenly heard Dongfang Wuya roaring angrily.

In an instant, a huge force swept out from his side.

The stones, wooden shoes, and the angry people who flew in the air were hit by this huge force and flew upside down one after another.

An indescribable feeling rose from Feng Tingcheng's throat, and two tears slid down his face.

"Leave them alone, sooner or later they will find out about your troubles."

Dongfang Wuya's cold voice sounded at the right time.

Feng Tingcheng listened to it in his heart, like a warm current, flowing all over his body, and he also cheered up a little.

After walking a few steps, he walked to the altar, where there were already people waiting.

"Dongfang Gongzi, you are poor and polite."

This Taoist priest was wearing a dark blue robe, a pair of black and white cloth shoes, his head was already a little white, and his long hair was trapped together and tied into a bun, which was very fairy-like.

Looking from behind, Dongfang Wuya nodded, then came back to his senses, grabbed her shoulder with his right hand, and walked forward firmly.

Although the altar is only lit by the yellow light of a few candles, and the surroundings are slightly dim, walking on it, not only will I not be afraid, but the more I walk, the more I walk with my head held high.

Feng Chengcheng leaned on the people around him, felt his heartbeat, and let out a sigh of relief.

Finally, I walked to the door of a large door.

Inside, the dense sound of chanting came one after another, faintly coming through the gate.

"What is this doing?"

Feng Qingcheng asked in a low voice.

"You'll know when you enter, Allure, and I'll use your Purple Thunder Sword later."

Dongfang Wuya said indifferently.

The Taoist priest walked in front and pushed the door open with a creak.

Suddenly, a solemnity came to his face.

Compared to the gentle warm yellow light just now, the brighter light that filled the house at this time was more solemn.

Feng Qingcheng looked at it fixedly, and saw that the ground was full of Taoist priests, drawing a big formation.

Each Taoist priest exudes an unfathomable aura, some have crane hair and a childish face, and some have black hair and solemn hair, which can be described as a full gathering.

The scriptures recited in the mouth of each Taoist priest are different, but they are all mixed together, but there is a sense of rhythm that makes people feel comfortable physically and mentally, if they can, Feng Tingcheng hopes to sit down and chant the scriptures together, and there is no need to contaminate so many things.

With the arrival of Feng Chengcheng and others, several little Taoist priests stepped forward.

"Two destined people, please here."

This little Taoist priest was only about ten years old, but he was polite and learned to look like an adult, and he passed a dark blue Taoist robe, and his hair was thinly tied in a bun on his head.

Seeing that Dongfeng Wuyan moved, Feng Qicheng followed.

Bypassing the formation on the ground, everyone came to the back room of this room.

Compared to the inner room, the formation outside can be regarded as pediatric.

In the middle of the house, there is a statue of a god, exactly like the one outside, but the only difference is that the face of this idol is carved.

With eyebrows like swords, eyes like torches, sharp beaks and fangs, a good look of righteousness and awe-inspiring, sweeping the momentum of the world's demons.

Feng Qingcheng's heart accelerated sharply at this moment, and it felt like seeing an elder who didn't smile, and he didn't dare to breathe.

"Allure, pull out your Purple Thunder Sword."

Dongfang Wuya turned around and spoke.

"Pull out the Purple Thunder Sword?"

Feng Chengcheng felt that it was already a kind of contempt to look up at this time, how could he dare to dance Jin Ge in front of this statue?

But since it was said by Dongfang Wuya, it would not be wrong.

Feng Qingcheng gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, reached into his waist, grabbed the hilt of the Purple Thunder Sword, and immediately tightened his arm, and slowly pulled out the Purple Thunder Sword.

The purple-black blade had just come out of its sheath, and suddenly the sound of wind and thunder gradually rose in the house, and there were spirits of wind all around, but there was no shape of wind.

I only heard a sonorous crisp sound.

Feng Qicheng had already raised the Purple Thunder Sword high in an instant, and the purple-black arc jumped in mid-air, and the crackling sound was endless.

"And then?"

Feng Chengcheng was just about to ask, when suddenly a roar exploded in his ears.

Taken aback, she looked down, and finally her gaze fell on the lifelike statue.

The stone-carved statue of the god seemed to come to life, its eyes shining with purple-black light.

"Elder!"

Dongfang Wuya next to him said loudly.

Feng Chengcheng seemed to be in the center of the storm at this time, his eyes met the burning gaze of the god statue, and suddenly an incomparable weight pressed on his heart, and he almost vomited out a mouthful of blood, but he couldn't get rid of the sight of the god.

At this moment, the Taoist priest next to him woke up from his shock and hurriedly read a short scripture aloud.

Feng Chengcheng felt that the world was spinning around, and the surrounding area was no longer that room, and the statue in front of him was no longer the same god.

She was surprised in her heart, and hurriedly reached out to pull Dongfang Wuya beside her.

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