In the inn, Feng Chengcheng slowly tore open Dongfang Wuyan's clothes, his body was full of wounds, and he fought for two days with the strength of one person in the secret realm of water.

The original wound on his hand deteriorated, Feng Tingcheng could see the white bones when he removed the gauze, Feng Tingcheng's eyes were sore, and tears fell to the ground silently.

Feng Chengcheng took a deep breath and gently wiped the wounds on Dongfang Wuya's body.

After some tossing, Dongfang Wuya was about to be entangled into a mummy by Feng Tingcheng, and Feng Tingcheng gently pillowed his head on the side of the bed.

Dongfang Wuya has been in a coma for two days, during which the high fever does not go away, and Feng Qicheng is in a hurry.

Fortunately, the high fever slowly subsided, and finally Dongfang Wuya slowly opened his eyes in the evening of the third day, looking at Feng Qingcheng, Dongfang Wuya gently raised his hand and touched her haggard cheek and said, "Lady, worry about it." ”

"You almost died, do you know it?" Feng Qingcheng gently held Dongfang Wuya's hand, annoyed in his heart but didn't dare to use his strength, and said slowly: "I will never agree to your request in the future." ”

This time, Feng Chengcheng retreated thanks to Dongfang Wuya's idea, otherwise Feng Chengcheng would definitely not have been able to come out completely.

"Nonsense." Dongfang Wuya said lightly, but his tone was full of doting, he knew that it was a vicious battle, so he would let Feng Chengcheng go first, and none of the people in it were weak.

"Have you ever wondered what I would do if you died? What to do with Feng Wu? Feng Chengcheng said in a more tone, and a teardrop in the corner of his eye was about to fall.

"Okay, okay, I was wrong." Dongfang Wuya's hand gently touched Feng Tingcheng's cheek, gently wiping away the tears she had just shed, he couldn't see Feng Tingcheng crying, but he would still save Feng Tingcheng's life next time.

Feng Chengcheng held Dongfang Wuyi's hand, for fear that this was an illusion.

Dongfang Wuya cultivated for another period of time, and during this time, Feng Chengcheng had already handed over the blood of the Divine Dragon to a lamp.

Yideng worked hard to absorb the water spirit bead and convert it again, while debugging the blood of the divine dragon, facing a fierce battle, which was very sloppy.

Soon the three of them returned to Qucheng, but none of them were alarmed and quietly came to the underground of the sealed demon.

As soon as the demon heard that someone was coming, he slowly raised his head, and when he saw the three of them, he smiled and said, "The defeated general is embarrassed to come back." ”

Feng Tian hooked the corners of his mouth slightly and said, "This time I came back and I wanted your life." ”

"I remember this little monk." The demon's soul slowly floated out and landed not far from a lamp.

Yideng kept his head down, chanting Amitabha, this demon is his inner demon, if he can't control himself, he will be upheld by the demon.

"Have you forgotten how your master died at my hands?" The demon said slowly, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, the last time Dongfang Wuya and Feng Qicheng came, he was still a phantom, but now he has an entity, and his mana has increased a lot.

"This time, I will definitely not die at your hands." Yideng slowly raised his head, looking at the demon with cold eyes, and there was a touch of determination in his eyes, he would definitely not die at its hands.

"I'll see." The demon hooked the corners of his mouth and slowly looked at a lamp, as if he were looking at a clown who jumped off the beam.

The aura on Yideng's body skyrocketed, and his eyes looked at the demon for a moment, and suddenly a small golden lamp slowly appeared in Yideng's hand.

Yideng's eyes suddenly turned golden, but there was determination to win in his eyes.

One lamp slowly raised the lamp to his chest, and the other hand stretched out his index finger and middle finger, and the two fingers were tightly combined, gently swiping on the lamp, and spilling it violently on the demon.

There was a little bit of blood in a golden light, and that blood was the blood of the dragon.

Dongfang Wuya and Feng Chengcheng hurriedly sat cross-legged, gave all their strength to Yideng, and sat at the door waiting for Yideng's final shout.

The demonic qi on the demon's body skyrocketed, and when he saw the golden light of a lamp waving over, he hurriedly retreated on his tiptoes.

Yideng's body slowly moved forward, and with each step, a golden lotus flower was born step by step, and the original, dark and dreary ground, slowly dimmed.

With a wave of the demon's hand, a group of evil ghosts slammed into a lamp, and with a slight wave of his hand, a golden light in his hand hit the evil ghost, and the evil ghost disappeared without a trace in an instant.

It seems that every step of Yilan is simple, but every step is extremely difficult, the demonic energy here is too heavy, and every step of Yilan hurts as if it has been corroded.

The demon stretched out his hand, and a spear was held in his hand with a black aura.

The demon slammed his toes into a lamp, and with a slight move to the right, the demon's spear swooped into the air.

Suddenly, the lamp in Yilan's hand suddenly turned into a long umbrella.

The umbrella in his hand was slightly wrapped, and a golden light struck in the direction of the demon.

The spear in the demon's hand slashed horizontally, blocking the golden light back.

Suddenly, the demon's spear slammed out of its hand and slammed into the Eastern Boundless and Phoenix Falling Cities that were meditating in the distance.

Now that the power of Feng Tilting City and Dongfang Boundless is supporting a lamp, they don't dare to be distracted at all, their eyes are tightly closed, and the spear is tightly approaching with demonic energy.

Dongfang Wuya could already feel the demonic energy on the gun.

Seeing that the spear was about to pierce the top of Dongfang Wuya's head, suddenly the umbrella in Yideng's hand swung out violently, faster than the spear.

The umbrella opened violently in front of Dongfang Wuya and Feng Chengcheng, spun wildly, and the spear hit the umbrella, making a powerful impact sound, and the stabbing Feng Chengcheng's ears hurt, and a little blood in the ears slowly flowed out.

The demon took advantage of this kung fu and slapped his palm like the wind to the heart of a lamp, and a golden lotus rose under the foot of a lamp, dragging a lamp and flying upwards violently.

The demon struck the air, and the force struck the mountain wall, which shattered with a thud and the rock fell with a thud.

As soon as the demon stretched out his hand, the spear that confronted the umbrella returned to his hand.

The umbrella was quickly put away and returned to the hand of a lamp.

The demon's spear spun in a circle in the air, and a black power struck a lamp, and countless demons were hidden in the power.

The demons roared, one by one approaching a lamp in a frenzy.

Countless golden lotuses appeared under the feet of a lamp, and a lamp kicked the golden lotus violently, and one golden lotus hit the evil ghosts, scattering the evil ghosts one by one.

The demon stood aside, holding the spear tightly in his hand, and had to look at a lamp again, this monk was completely different from the little monk who fled in embarrassment hundreds of years ago, he was like a golden Buddha, he shot fast, suppressing his attacks everywhere.

Suddenly, the corners of the demon's mouth hooked, and the figure circled around a lamp, and three demons appeared around a lamp.

Every demon is the same power, exactly the same as the demon, even the spear in his hand.

The corners of the demon's mouth hooked, and three voices crossed neatly: "Little monk, today is your time of death." ”

The corners of Yideng's mouth hooked, without fear, the umbrella in his hand waved into the air, and suddenly three golden lotuses were refracted under the umbrella.

Jin Lian faced the clones of the three demons separately.

Yideng's figure flickered, grabbed the umbrella upwards violently, and with a wave of his waving, the three golden lotuses slowly hit the three clones as if they were alive.

Compared to the demon's surging and ruthless moves, the golden lotus of one light looked too weak and slow, but every attack and dodge was just right.

Suddenly, a light flashed in his eyes, and he saw that the real demon was approaching the East Boundless and the Phoenix Falling City.

At this moment, if Dongfang Wuya and Feng Tilt City got up to avoid the demon's attack, then a lamp that relied on the support of the power of East Boundless and Feng Tilt City would definitely die.

But if a light comes to save the two of them, the Jin Lian behind him will be attacked by no one to command.

This is a dead end, either the East is boundless and the phoenix is dead, or a light is dead.

The corners of the demon's mouth hooked, and he smiled viciously, it was impossible to destroy himself, he was the only overlord, the ruler of the world.

Just as his sword was about to approach Dongfang Wuya and Feng Tilt City, suddenly the Seven-Star Divine Dragon above Dongfang Wuya's hand suddenly moved and flew into the sky, its body hovering above East Boundless and Phoenix Tilt City, and a huge fireball spat out of its mouth.

The demon's eyes were cold, and he quickly stepped back, how could he forget that Dongfang Wuya still had this thing on his body.

One light has already solved the three doppelgangers.