Jun Feng's sword eyebrows frowned, his eyes were awe-inspiring, and he raised his voice to order, so the heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals scattered in formation.

Ju Qi sneered, staring at Jun Feng's eyes with a dead eye, and just as he was ordering the heavenly soldiers, the spiritual power flowing from her fingertips had already hit him quickly.

That spiritual light was extremely fast, and before everyone could react, it had already hit Jun Feng's eyes.

On the day of Fu Jiuyin and Ji Yin's wedding, Jun Feng noticed that Mrs. Yiyin's Taoism seemed to be on the next level, what was going on? How can anyone rise so quickly in a short period of time?

Just when Junfeng was doppelganger, Ju Qi's heart mantra had firmly penetrated into Junfeng's heart.

Just as Fu Ji peeked into her heart at the beginning, Jun Feng is now entangled by his own heart ghost, and Ju Qi knows that Jun Feng is powerful, and this heart curse can only drag him for a while, and it is not a long-term solution at all.

Thinking of this, she raised her hand and waved it at the sky.

In an instant, the speed of the rushing heavenly river was much faster, and those heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals in the distance couldn't dodge, and they were actually washed away by the heavenly river.

For a while, the surging water of the heavenly river was stained with the blood of the heavenly soldiers and generals, and gradually turned red.

Seeing that the river was getting more and more fierce that day, Ji Ji frowned, put down the piano, and joined forces with Zhiling.

"Come on." Maki Qi's voice pierced through the clouds and slammed into everyone's ears.

She pursed her lips, slapped the case suddenly, startled the long hatred of the qin, she sat on the ground, hugged the qin and stroked, the sound of the piano was like a spell, bursting into the ears, but no one could resist it.

The priests, led by Zhiling Qingxiao, all joined forces to fight against the magic sound of Ju Qi.

It's a pity that many people are not afraid of foreign enemies, but few can defeat their own ghosts, just like Junfeng, trapped in their own ghosts and difficult to get out.

Zhiling watched as the magic sound pierced through the clouds and surrounded them, becoming more and more strange.

"King Ming Bodhisattva, chant the scriptures!" He was sweating profusely and shouted at the King of Daming on the side.

When King Daming heard this, he closed his eyes and silently recited the scriptures in his mouth, but it worked.

Ju Qi's eyes were gloomy, in fact, she urged such a big spell to control everyone's heart ghosts, she was already a little unbearable, but she didn't expect that at this moment, Jun Feng, who had been trapped in the heart ghosts, opened her eyes, and her eyes were as sharp as arrows.

"What a demon!" Junfeng sneered.

With a flash of silver light, the huge spirit standing that gushed out of his palm rushed over quickly.

Ju Qi's eyes were bright, looking at Junfeng as warm as jade, and he always smiled on his face, but he was caught by her twice, all because of her good luck, and now Junfeng can be regarded as using all his Taoism.

A powerful air flow rolled up around her, a huge spell wrapped in spiritual power, the red silk on the wrist of the seven was thrown in the air, only to hear the tearing sound, the sky seemed to rain flowers for a while, the red silk was torn into small pieces by the spell, one after another, it was very beautiful.

And Ju Qi's arm was slightly numb from the shock, and the tiger's mouth ached faintly.

She endured the pain in her arm, waved the sea, and attracted the water of the Tianhe River again, in fact, every time she attracted the water of the Tianhe, it would take fifty percent of her mental strength, and she faintly felt a sweet itch in her throat.

Jun Feng's sword eyebrows frowned, his eyes were awe-inspiring, and he raised his voice to order, so the heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals scattered in formation.

Ju Qi sneered, staring at Jun Feng's eyes with a dead eye, and just as he was ordering the heavenly soldiers, the spiritual power flowing from her fingertips had already hit him quickly.

That spiritual light was extremely fast, and before everyone could react, it had already hit Jun Feng's eyes.

On the day of Fu Jiuyin and Ji Yin's wedding, Jun Feng noticed that Mrs. Yiyin's Taoism seemed to be on the next level, what was going on? How can anyone rise so quickly in a short period of time?

Just when Junfeng was doppelganger, Ju Qi's heart mantra had firmly penetrated into Junfeng's heart.

Just as Fu Ji peeked into her heart at the beginning, Jun Feng is now entangled by his own heart ghost, and Ju Qi knows that Jun Feng is powerful, and this heart curse can only drag him for a while, and it is not a long-term solution at all.

Thinking of this, she raised her hand and waved it at the sky.

In an instant, the speed of the rushing heavenly river was much faster, and those heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals in the distance couldn't dodge, and they were actually washed away by the heavenly river.

For a while, the surging water of the heavenly river was stained with the blood of the heavenly soldiers and generals, and gradually turned red.

Seeing that the river was getting more and more fierce that day, Ji Ji frowned, put down the piano, and joined forces with Zhiling.

"Come on." Maki Qi's voice pierced through the clouds and slammed into everyone's ears.

She pursed her lips, slapped the case suddenly, startled the long hatred of the qin, she sat on the ground, hugged the qin and stroked, the sound of the piano was like a spell, bursting into the ears, but no one could resist it.

The priests, led by Zhiling Qingxiao, all joined forces to fight against the magic sound of Ju Qi.

It's a pity that many people are not afraid of foreign enemies, but few can defeat their own ghosts, just like Junfeng, trapped in their own ghosts and difficult to get out.

Zhiling watched as the magic sound pierced through the clouds and surrounded them, becoming more and more strange.

"King Ming Bodhisattva, chant the scriptures!" He was sweating profusely and shouted at the King of Daming on the side.

When King Daming heard this, he closed his eyes and silently recited the scriptures in his mouth, but it worked.

Ju Qi's eyes were gloomy, in fact, she urged such a big spell to control everyone's heart ghosts, she was already a little unbearable, but she didn't expect that at this moment, Jun Feng, who had been trapped in the heart ghosts, opened her eyes, and her eyes were as sharp as arrows.

"What a demon!" Junfeng sneered.

With a flash of silver light, the huge spirit standing that gushed out of his palm rushed over quickly.

Ju Qi's eyes were bright, looking at Junfeng as warm as jade, and he always smiled on his face, but he was caught by her twice, all because of her good luck, and now Junfeng can be regarded as using all his Taoism.

A powerful air flow rolled up around her, a huge spell wrapped in spiritual power, the red silk on the wrist of the seven was thrown in the air, only to hear the tearing sound, the sky seemed to rain flowers for a while, the red silk was torn into small pieces by the spell, one after another, it was very beautiful.

And Ju Qi's arm was slightly numb from the shock, and the tiger's mouth ached faintly.

She endured the pain in her arm, waved the sea, and attracted the water of the Tianhe River again, in fact, every time she attracted the water of the Tianhe, it would take fifty percent of her mental strength, and she faintly felt a sweet itch in her throat.

A powerful air flow rolled up around her, a huge spell wrapped in spiritual power, the red silk on the wrist of the seven was thrown in the air, only to hear the tearing sound, the sky seemed to rain flowers for a while, the red silk was torn into small pieces by the spell, one after another, it was very beautiful.

And Ju Qi's arm was slightly numb from the shock, and the tiger's mouth ached faintly.

She endured the pain in her arm, waved the sea, and attracted the water of the Tianhe River again, in fact, every time she attracted the water of the Tianhe, it would take fifty percent of her mental strength, and she faintly felt a sweet itch in her throat.

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