The moment the beautiful ** person walked within fifteen meters, the air around her suddenly shook, Lei Jiujiang's body shook, almost flashed her waist, and her face was solemn, but she looked at her slowly and walked over without any color. Vertex updates are the fastest

The strength of returning to the peak of the void made him have to mention the spirit of twelve, this kind of person can't deal with the military situation, but once the military situation is flawed, it is definitely a terrible person who can screw off his Lei Jiujiang's head in the blink of an eye.

The woman walked over slowly, but the figure behind him stopped fifteen meters away, it was a sweeping formation, so that Lei Jiujiang could not take it lightly. Lei Jiujiang was covered in cold sweat, and he really wanted to tear off a covered iron palm, take out the arrow from his arms with his free hand and throw it out.

"Where did the true king come from!" Lei Jiu was full of grief and indignation.

"May I ask which pile of books here are copies?" the woman asked, recognizable by her voice, that he was Yang Ziyi.

"This bunch. Lei Jiujiang hesitated, but still instructed truthfully, perhaps Yang Ziyi's beauty and gentle voice lowered his vigilance.

Yang Ziyi grabbed a copy of the magic skill and looked at it, and gradually frowned: "This exercise is too rigid and stiff, right?"

After she finished speaking, she felt two strong winds erupting around her at the same time. At the same time, the disciples of the Demon Wei Pavilion who were hiding around and maintaining the thirteen Luo Ye screamed miserably, and they all hugged their heads and ran away, and they actually scattered within a second.

Lei Jiujiang shuddered suddenly, and looked at the figure that suddenly appeared in front of him in horror and even a little despair, he didn't know the ghost name, but he knew the aura of the ghost name's body.

It was a more terrifying aura than Yang Ziyi, it was the aura of the Demon Power Pavilion that he had never seen before, pure and solemn.

Lei Jiujiang was really in a dilemma at the moment, as long as he glanced at it, he knew that he couldn't beat any of the two people in front of him.

That's not even a gap between hierarchies, it's a gap in life forms.

Luckily, just as he was trembling and almost falling, another man came to him slowly, even though his calves were shaking.

"Ghost old, long time no see. Feng Lieshan, who was in the realm of distraction, walked over and saluted the former Demon Wei Pavilion Torture Hall Master who was still not very clear at the moment. His squinted eyes now turned into two short horizontal lines, almost disappearing from his face.

"Xiao Feng, hehe. Ghost Liming glanced at him casually, and then turned his head away, as if such a big living person was in front of him at all: "Don't tremble here, busy with your go, the true king has already sent a message, and the original is yours." ”

"Then thank you, His Royal Highness and seniors. Feng Lieshan looked humble, nodded and stepped aside, at this time, he desperately found that he had no means to restrain this guy who had defected from the Black Mountain Villa. The current Demon Wei Pavilion and the Poison Dragon Sect have long been on the same footing, and it is impossible for him Feng Lieshan to get any poison to defeat the enemy, and in terms of cultivation strength, I am afraid that only Sang Tianliang alone in the entire Demon Wei Pavilion can subdue the Ghost Force, after all, the Devil Strength Pavilion is not a small shrimp that returns to nothingness, and other Devil Pavilions are enshrined in front of him and there is no difference between delivering food, but the problem is that there is only a secret realm in the East China Sea, and it is impossible for Sang Tianliang, the president of the Demon Pavilion, to go out in person, and there is not even a guy from the Harmony Realm in the Devil Pavilion who came here.

He can only retreat, and he can only be a minion. Before coming to the East China Sea Secret Realm, who would have thought that the Returning to the Void Master would participate in it, at least the high-level leaders of the Demon Pavilion.

Ghost Liming didn't have the energy to care about Feng Lieshan, he turned his head, picked up another book of magic secrets in front of Feng Lieshan, and after looking at it twice, he snorted coldly and threw it back directly.

"I said girl, you and I are both inheritors. Why do you still look at this garbage? If you have the heart to study this kind of, you might as well spend more time talking about opening the altar to teach the Fa, recruiting disciples, and passing on what is really worth passing on. The ghost said to Yang Ziyi menacingly.

Yang Ziyi raised her eyes from behind the book, her expression was like that of a scholar who was obsessed with the book, and her face was full of stupid and cute confusion: "Ghost senior, I'm just a doctor, study the meridian damage caused by the cultivation of these divine skills, and see if there is a way to repair Hehuang, is it wrong?"

"There's a mistake!" The ghost old man did not back down: "You are a Langzhong, I know, you are a rare good Langzhong, and I also know that you are a good Langzhong with wonderful means, but do you really think that you are the kind of genius like the young master? Do you think that you are like the young master, you can eliminate its side effects after watching "Heavenly Demon Disintegration**" once? Who do you think you are?

"Can't I study it?!" Yang Ziyi was a little annoyed, she was just a doctor, and if it was serious, she was a woman who aspired to become a medical scientist, she just liked to study, reading other people's magic classics and finding out the flaws and crux of the problem, it was her professionalism, and it was also one of her hobbies, she just satisfied her own little preferences, and who did she provoke? Why was she ridiculed for no reason, or was it ridiculed by her own people.

"Then you won't just grab someone and let him practice this kind of magic skill, and then cut him open and study it carefully? Didn't the young master say that anatomy is the foundation of medicine!"

"It is impossible for our Nine Heavens Xuannu to do such a hurtful thing!" Yang Ziyi was serious, and a void aura of justice even appeared above his head.

"Cut, whatever you want, stubborn female doll. Ghost Liming turned around: "You like these copies, they are all for you, anyway, we are here, "Heavenly Demon Collective**", "Lingyun Battle Heavenly Decision", "Sword Mang True Solution", "Tempest Holy Sword", "Thousands of Thunder and Thousands of Flashes of Death Realm Drawing Style", "Night Slaughter City Knife Method", ...... What kind of glorious inheritance doesn't have it? If you want the old man to say that if you take back 2,000 copies, it will be the ......life of toilet paper or table legs."

As he spoke, he staggered and walked away, his footsteps filled with mockery and disdain. Yang Ziyi glanced up at his back, and lowered her eyes helplessly: "The arrogance of the warriors......" She shook her head, and then brought her eyes closer to those thousands of years ago.

She didn't notice that Feng Lieshan, who was hiding in the distance, had already had blood-red eyes and trembling all over.

"Heavenly Demon Disintegration** has been repaired? How is this possible?" Feng Lieshan's slitted eyes opened a little, staring at the back of the ghost's name, and in his eyes, there was only the same greed as breaking through reason and humbly begging.

No one is more superstitious than him about the power of "Heavenly Demon Disintegration**", no one is more afraid of the side effects of meridian damage after the use of "Heavenly Demon Disintegration**", and no one is more eager than him to get a solution to the problem of meridian damage from Ghost Liming, or the so-called "young master" of Ghost Liming.

For Feng Lieshan, it was not as simple as temporarily gaining the three realms, it was a difference from the bottom of the world. He used to be able to pay the price of damaging his meridians in order to enhance his strength, but now his meridians can no longer withstand further damage and are on the verge of collapse, so he can pay everything for the dream of the future powerhouse and in order to get a way to repair the "Heavenly Demon Collective**", whether he can afford it or not.

......

Three hours later, the True King Zhao Lingyun, the former True King Zhao Guangyi, the Iron Sword Gate Wan Jian Xin, and the Golden Sword Gate were invited to dinner by Zhao Detian, the son of the Venerable King, and Yinchen also accepted the invitation, but he declined politely.

A few people gathered around a well-served bonfire, eating the fish fillets and vegetable leaves tumbling in the hot pot, trying to pretend to be very happy and satisfied, quite a bit of bitterness. The hot pot is very light, because there is no seasoning to put in, and the dish is single, except for the fish fillet, which is algae.

Zhao Detian brought the wine, and several people drank it separately, and they were drinking vigorously, when they suddenly heard a noise of chickens flying and dogs jumping in the camp.

"Crazy!"

"Lotus is crazy!"

"Hurry up, hurry up, fire thunder!"

The sound of crying father and mother was accompanied by screams, the sound of fighting and the sound of Gangfeng explosion came together, among all kinds of mixed sounds, the most terrible and piercing was the inhuman roar.

"These rebels, what are the nerves!" was in a hurry, disturbed by the indiscriminate screaming of the subordinates, Feng Lieshan stood up angrily and put the sea bowl in his hand (made by the silver dust mage in advance. He fell hard into the hands of the Demon Wei Pavilion disciple who was standing on the side, and took advantage of the strength of the wine to settle things with red eyes.

Ten minutes after letting out an earth-shattering scream, Feng Lieshan came back, his face dark.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Detian was a little drunk, and asked Feng Lieshan drunkenly.

"My men are mad. Feng Lieshan's tone was indifferent, but in the bee glasses that were slightly opened, murderous intent emerged.

Zhao Guangyi and Zhao Lingfeng didn't take it seriously, Wan Jian wanted to say something, but he felt the irritable and chaotic momentum of Feng Lieshan, a guy who was several small realms stronger than himself, and he didn't open his mouth after all, and he was already a little bit on the top of the prison, and everyone wanted to see the triple shadow side by side.

Feng Lieshan sat down, rubbed his face vigorously with his hands, adjusted the expression on his face, and then ate and drank with the others. No one knew that just a moment ago, there were only eight hundred people left in the Demon Wing Pavilion Legion.

This was the first large-scale attrition of the disciples of the Demon Power Pavilion after they entered the secret realm of the East China Sea.

Several people quickly got drunk, especially Zhao Detian, who was almost unconscious. Feng Lieshan was also "drunk", and he had to be helped by the disciples of the Demon Wei Pavilion before he could leave. A banquet is not very luxurious, but it is also very enjoyable.

However, as soon as Feng Lieshan left the sight of the True King, he immediately came to his senses, and handed over the disciples of the Sobering Pill with a palm fan, and immediately ordered the whole army to be purged.

The disciples of the Demon Wei Pavilion suddenly formed a formation at this time, and the large array of eight hundred people, even Elder He had no choice, and the righteous people did not have any time to react at all, because Feng Lieshan immediately lifted the large array.

"What's going on?" "What are you doing?"

"Our disciple is mad and is being inspected, and I ask the old man to forgive me......" Feng Lieshan said very politely, Ghost Liming tilted his head to look at his squinted eyes, and he didn't judge that he was telling the truth, so he had to leave in a huff, he always felt that something was wrong, but he didn't find any demonic energy?

After Feng Lieshan sent away the ghost name, he returned to his tent, he didn't have the courage to live in the stone house distributed by Yinchen, and still stayed in the tent.

In his tent, Zhao Detian, who was drunk and asleep, was locked in his limbs, and Feng Lieshan took out a ring with a cruel smile and gently put it around Zhao Detian's neck.

The wind rose, and the ring became smaller, and on the inside of the ring, a cluster of illusory winds gathered to form a saw blade.

The ghost weapon hangs the life flail.

The Juyuan pattern that flashed on the ring was exactly the same as the Juyuan pattern that flashed from the depths of Feng Lieshan's eyebrows, indicating that this evil Dao light weapon belonged to him.

"I was thinking about how to successfully control this guy, but I didn't expect a crazy illness to succeed. Feng Lieshan smiled and looked at the monks of Fahua Temple who were piled up like rolling gourds in the depths of the tent. "The senior monks of Fahua Temple? Hehe, hehehe! You people are cultivating together, but you are really a bit unworthy of the name. ”

No one spoke, and the monks were bound in humiliation, lying face down on the ground, looking like a pile of rolled yellow blankets, all of them in brown and yellow robes.

"First seat, the junior brother has a question that I don't know whether to talk about it or not. At this time, another distraction master of the Demon Pavilion, asked cautiously, although he was only a small realm lower than Feng Lieshan, but in the face of the treacherous and invisible momentum on Feng Lieshan's body, he still felt his legs weak.

Say. Feng Lieshan generously put his hands behind his back.

"As far as the disciples below said, plus Xu Quan, there are a total of eight disciples who have committed madness, and this madness should have been obtained in the underground palace no matter what."

"Getting to the point!"

"Yes, yes, yes, if you are small, why shouldn't the righteous people go crazy?"

"This" Feng Lieshan's face darkened. In front of his eyes, the figure of the silver-colored boy appeared again.

"Could it be him?" Feng Lieshan was shocked, since he arrived at the secret realm under the sea, this silver-haired boy has been avoiding him, and he hasn't even come to eat hot pot, is it?

Feng Lieshan narrowed his eyes, and a fierce light flashed through his slit-like eyes: "Inherit the order of the prince of the king......

At that moment, Zhao Detian's lonely, helpless snoring sounded in the tent.

At that moment, the stone house on the True King's side suddenly turned into a black light and dissipated.

At that moment, Silver Dust struggled to escape from the terrifying power of the Dark Great Prophecy.

"Mingquan!!" the magician's voice was cold. Because he saw his own death, and at the same time, a delicate and charming woman walked out of the shadow behind Feng Lieshan.

"Hehehehe