What "Demon Devouring Town Heavenly Formula", what is the bloodline of the royal family of the previous dynasty...

The words that inexplicably spit out from the mouths of Ghost Bodhi and Ning Zhumang made everyone present look at me, I look at you, it can be said that they are at a loss, and Rao is Xu Han can also hear it in the clouds.

And Ning Zhumang and Ghost Bodhi, who threw such doubts into the room like this, did not mean to solve everyone's doubts.

Their conversation continues.

"The blood is thin, as long as it is a person from our family, there is no one who can't practice the Heavenly Technique of Demon Devouring Town!" Ghost Bodhi's eyes were cold, and he stared straight at Ning Zhumang.

"What about the crescent moon, how did she die?" Ning Zhumang asked.

"Crescent moon?" The moment these words came out, Ghost Bodhi's already unkind face became more and more cold at that time, she stared straight at Ning Zhumang, the clothes on her body agitated, and the temperature in the door of the big room dropped sharply by a few points.

Immediately, a rich evil aura suddenly appeared on her pretty face, and purple qi surged behind her, and she asked, "Who are you? How do you know about the crescent moon!"

Ning Zhumang did not answer the question of the ghost Bodhi, the aura that rippled from the body of the ghost Bodhi was far beyond the ordinary monks of the Great Yan Realm, and it had faintly reached the level of a half-step immortal, or even higher, Ning Zhumang could not accurately know the true strength of the girl in front of him who looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, but there was no doubt that with the momentum displayed by the other party, it must have far exceeded his cultivation.

But when it comes to Fang Ziyu's safety, this middle-aged man, who has always been calm, has no intention of showing weakness.

He also looked straight at Ghost Bodhi, met the other party's fierce gaze, and said without dodging: "Since you know about the crescent moon and see the situation in Ziyu's body, why do you want her to practice that poisonous method?"

Ning Zhumang said this, the black robe on his body also agitated, and a faint murderous intent surged between his eyebrows, and there was a great meaning that if he didn't agree with the ghost Bodhi sword.

Xu Han looked worried, these two sides were people he cared about a lot, he really didn't want to watch the two sides do it, but he wanted to dissuade him, but he couldn't grasp the situation of the matter, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

He wanted to let Mr. Wei, who was hiding under the bed, speak out to dissuade him, but the other party seemed to be determined to avoid this fight, and hid at the foot of the bed without moving, and with the cultivation of Ghost Bodhi, he couldn't even detect his existence at all.

"Yin poison, back then, our family relied on this "Demon Devouring Town Heavenly Formula" to rule the world for hundreds of years, how can you judge the word yin poison at will?"

But soon she seemed to think of something, and suddenly in her purple pupils, a different color flashed, and there was some indescribable flavor in her gaze towards Ning Zhumang: "You are the man who ran away with the crescent moon back then?"

Ning Zhumang's face, whose old past was opened, also changed, and he asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

"I didn't expect that person to be you, the dignified Linglong Pavilion master!" And Ning Zhumang's question was tantamount to admitting her previous guess in the eyes of Ghost Bodhi, the evil aura between the purple-eyed girl's eyebrows became more and more violent at that moment, she instantly lost the interest in talking to Ning Zhumang again, her body moved at that time, and she actually killed Ning Zhumang straight with her hands and claws, and roared in a low voice: "You return my crescent sister's life!"

This hand can be described as abrupt to the extreme.

Xu Han did not react, and Yan Shu and the others also did not react.

But surprisingly, Ning Zhumang seemed to have expected it, and the pair of eye-catching white sword eyebrows above his eyes condensed, and a long sword appeared in his hand, and the sword intent and true yuan in the sky swayed, and the sword in his hand stood in front of his chest, impartially blocking the sharp claws of the ghost Bodhi's roar.

Clang!

A clear voice rang out.

There is no such electric and flint confrontation as imagined, and there is no power to destroy the world.

The sword and claw froze for a moment, as if time had stood still, and both of them maintained the posture of shaking each other for a moment, not moving at all, but the majestic True Yuan continued to impact each other at that time, as if vowing to tear each other apart.

Seeing this scene, Xu Han's brain suddenly hurt.

He still didn't quite understand what was going on, but he guessed that it might have something to do with the girl named Crescent.

He naturally didn't want to see the two of them fight like this, and tried to make a statement several times to make the two stop, but these two were enemies when they met, and they were very red-eyed, and they ignored Xu Han's persuasion.

And Ning Zhumang's cultivation is obviously not a level lower than that of Ghost Bodhi, gradually showing fatigue, cold sweat on his forehead is closed, and the green tendons on his temples are bursting out, so it is inevitable that he will be seriously injured and unconscious, of course, this is still under the premise that Ghost Bodhi is willing to leave him alive.

Seeing that Ning Zhumang was about to be defeated, Yan Chop on the side finally did not want to stand by anymore, his eyes were cold, his clothes were agitated, and four cold iron cables behind him resurfaced, two pierced the floor of the inn door, and plunged straight into the depths of the ground, while the other two flew out suddenly, wrapping around Ning Zhumang's arms holding the sword.

At that time, the true yuan in his body surged along the iron rope to Ning Zhumang's hands, and the two joined forces to fight against the seemingly unsurprising claw of Ghost Bodhi.

And this is just to see how to ease Ning Zhumang's fatigue, Yan Chu was surprised to find that the two of them in the Great Yan Realm did not get half a bargain in the hands of this girl, but as time went by, he gradually felt a burst of pressure.

It seems that his addition has no other effect than to delay Ning Zhumang's defeat for a short time.

Yan Shu understood this, and Xu Han on the side also understood this.

He hesitated for a while, knowing that he couldn't drag it out any longer, and after gritting his teeth, he walked quickly to the bed on the side, and said to the bed, "Please also ask Mr. to help!"

The door was quiet, and no one responded to Xu Han, only the exhalations of Ning Zhumang and Yan Qi gradually becoming thicker.

Xu Han's face changed, he arched his hands, and said again: "I don't know why Mr. wants to avoid this dispute, but at this moment, the situation is urgent, please ask Mr. to come to the rescue, this favor Xu will remember in his heart!"

Xu Han said this sincerely, but the old gentleman under the bed still did not respond.

"Xiao Han... Are you sick... Is there anything uncomfortable?" Chu Qiuli on the side didn't know why, and cautiously stepped forward, wanting to touch Xu Han's forehead with concern to confirm what Xu Han was doing.

But Xu Han obviously didn't have the heart to laugh at this time, he stared at the bed for a long time, and then said: "Mr. Xu begs Mr. to make a move!"

With that, he bent his body and bowed down to the bed.

Rumble!

But before such an action began, the old man who had been hiding under the bed without movement before was like Xuan'er who had been stepped on by his tail, and pushed open the bed in the door with a bang, revealing his figure.

"Don't! Don't!"

"The old man is helping you, helping you!"

Mr. Wei, who had always been calm, was quite hurried and shouted to Xu Han at that time, but he lost the slightest bearing on weekdays.