The banshee's demonic power began to stagnate slowly, and it was not even enough to urge the teleportation to escape, and it was even difficult to escape, so she could only grit her teeth and fall from the sky.

Forcibly forcing out this cold power with demonic power is in vain!

"This is the Yin Picking Finger, from today on, you are no longer the Twelve Companion Demons, but my Ding Furnace!"

The voice of often dissatisfied, after the cold itself, sounded, in the banshee's vest, dozens of dots.

A heavy collection of yin finger power, submerged into the vest, so that the banshee's delicate body became softer and softer, and her ugly face began to flush.

"What kind of charm is this, how do you know that I am the companion of the demon general!" The banshee gritted her teeth and said resentfully, knowing that today, she had fallen into the hands of Chang Bucong, because she didn't say resist, and she couldn't even urge the rune in the heart of her eyebrows.

If you are careless at the beginning, you should not be bullied again and again by Chang Disobedience. It would be nice if you directly cast a blow from the demon general

Completely locked the banshee's demon power, and it was not easy to be unconvinced.

He remembered that the Banshee of Camellia was locked last time, but she was still able to automatically summon the demon general's phantom from the runes.

This time, he wasn't going to give the phantom a chance to condense.

A finger at the center of the eyebrows, the sword shadow flew away, and at the moment when the blood light rose from the banshee's eyebrows, the tip of the sword immediately stabbed, cutting the blood marks in its heavenly spirit rune. Suddenly, among the runes, a man's muffled snort sounded, but the voice dissipated before it condensed, and this banshee was completely out of control.

"You, you dare to hurt the carp companion!You, you deserve to die!" the banshee's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

"Shout at me again and you'll regret it. From today on, you are my second Yuan Ying Ding Furnace first, the Camellia Demon and you, the Hyacinth"

"What? Camellia Demon, could it be" The purple-haired banshee was secretly shocked, could it be that the Camellia Demon she said was the one she knew?

It's just that the purple-haired banshee's questions are often dissatisfied and there is no answer, and the charm moves, stuns the banshee, and puts it in the Ding furnace ring.

Three moves, if the banshee is a man, he can only fight hard, and he has no certainty of victory. But unfortunately, since it is a banshee, then, there is no need to worry.

On the Hexi Plain, Hou Yong's heart was like a thunderclap, and he trembled.

One by one, the Shenwu demons who cultivated to terror died so simply.

And the famous Purple Wind Demon Captain was captured like this.

This demon named 'Zhou Ming' is so terrifying, what kind of strength is this Zhou Ming?

The more Hou Yong thought about it, the more biased he became, and his heart was almost unconvinced, on a par with the great martial artists in the late Yuan Infant period or even at the peak of Yuan Infant.

If you don't accept Chang, you are more and more afraid, and you don't dare to offend more and more

"This Zhou Ming is a bad star, definitely a bad star" This is the conclusion that Hou Yong finally came to conclusion.

The second place Yuan Ying Ding furnace is here, but it is still his own trick to win. The real Yuanying masters, not all of them are women, if they have Yuanying cultivation, facing this woman, it will be a crushing situation

"My strength is still not enough, so I will get married as soon as possible!"

Often dissatisfied with the collection of storage rings all over the ground, looking back, looking at the sky, as if feeling. There are a few strong and domineering breaths there, and they are flying away, perhaps they are the four masters of the human race who perceive the fighting magic vision here, and they should be the people of the rain hall who rushed to the aid of the Wei country.

If it is discovered, there will be a lot of trouble, so it is better not to meet.

"Show the way, go to your sect"

did not give Hou Yong a chance to ask questions, and often grabbed Hou Yong unconvinced, like carrying a chicken, immediately teleported and disappeared on the Hexi Plain.

The purple wind has been successfully captured, and next, after a search in the Wei Kingdom, he can leave with a long run

The second Yuan Infant Ding Furnace, the second rune of the Divine Strike, arrived!

The trip to Wei is worth it!

Around the half of the pillar of incense after he left, four Yuanying masters with different appearances landed on the Hexi Plain, and when they saw the drastic changes in this place, they were all moved.

"Yuanying fighting method, you can't be wrong" An old man who looked like an old Confucian said with a solemn gaze.

"Well, it seems that it just happened, and judging from the residual breath, it should be a battle of demons, and judging from the strength of the breath, it is the master of the human race who wins. A middle-aged man in a Taoist robe said.

"Terran, is it strange that there are other people who have come to the aid of Wei besides my four Rain Temple Divine Envoys?" said a beautiful woman who looked about thirty.

"Brother Yunlie, what do you think?" The beautiful woman looked at the ugly man dressed in sackcloth on the side, but her words were extremely respectful.

"I don't have an opinion" The big man's ugly face was quite impatient.

It seems that the battle for this place is completely unconcerned. It's just a fighting method in the early days of the Yuan Baby, but it's just child's play.

Although the scene seems to be huge, in fact, these two people did not distinguish between life and death without fighting to the death, so it ended?

The other three seemed to know the ugly man's character very well, but they didn't dare to be dissatisfied at all.

The old Confucian middle-aged Taoist beauties are all cultivated in the early stage of Yuanying, but the ugly man is a great warrior at the peak of Yuanying! Therefore, no matter how arrogant the ugly man's attitude is, how rude his words are, and how ugly his appearance is, the three of them will not dare to anger the ugly man at all.

"Let's go, go and chase down the other demons Since we have friends to eliminate demons and don't want to show up, most of them don't want people to know their identities, so we don't have to investigate. As soon as the old man spoke, the others nodded in approval, only the ugly man, his eyes didn't seem to care, but when everyone left, he looked deeply at the remnants of this place and looked at it a few times, and there was a trace of incomprehension and strangeness in his eyes.

The breath of the fighting method here, among which the breath of the human race primordial baby, is somewhat familiar, very familiar breath, where have you seen it?

This ugly man would never have imagined that the one who won the battle with the banshee was a childish boy he had seen when he passed by the Demon Hall of the Vermilion Bird Country on a mission.

So, his indifferent face showed a tangled expression.

The feeling that is so familiar but can't be remembered is so uncomfortable.

"Who is it? Qin Lao Wei, Ma Lao Dao, or not, who is it! I'm sure I've seen it!"

It's a pity that the ugly man didn't associate the identity of the 'Yuanying Master' with the boy at all.

Changhong flashed, teleporting without a trace.

Yuanjue Valley, at this moment, is in a depression.

The head of the sect, Zong Ze, is sitting in the main hall at the moment, with white eyebrows and white beard, deep sweat, and a shocked face on weekdays, but he is quite nervous today.

In the early days of Shenwu, he should have been happy and angry, but today, when Yuanjue Valley was in danger, he couldn't calm down no matter what.

In the main hall, there are a total of seven martial artists, hundreds of people, eyeing Zong Ze!

"Zong Ze! Hand over the Heavenly Relic! I, Mo Shengzong, but I found out that your sect elder Hou Ji had obtained this relic from Taizu Barren Hill a few days ago! This is the treasure of the Wei Kingdom, you Yuanjue Valley should not want to swallow it alone!"

An old man in a purple robe, with silver hair, is not angry and arrogant, and in his questioning, the aura of the peak of divine martial arts swept through the hall!

Under its breath, Zong Ze complained bitterly, and he was even more powerless to resist its coercion.

In the early stage of Shenwu, and the peak of Shenwu, its strength is fundamentally different, the purple robe in front of him is one of the seven ancestors of the seven major factions of the Wei State, named Mo Xisheng, known as 'Mo Sheng'!

And after Mo Xi spoke, immediately, the other six factions also became difficult.

"Zong Ze, hand over the relics, I am Baimenlou, I will not look for trouble in your sect today!" A young man in white, with white hair and a gloomy tone, was obviously a master of the Demon Dao.

"Mitian relics, such a supreme treasure is not something that you deserve to have from a second-rate sect!" An old monk with a national character face is also an ancestor figure, and his words are sharp.

"Hand over the relics! Otherwise, today's Yuanjue Valley will be destroyed!"

"Zong Ze, don't be stubborn!"

The voices of threats came and went in the main hall, but Zong Ze could only sigh to deal with it.

If the Mitian Relic really has this thing in Yuanjue Valley, Zong Ze must hand it over to the Seven Sects in order to seek peace, and the current ancestors of the Seven Sects are not ruthless people that Zong Ze can afford to offend.

He Yuanjue Valley, including Zong Ze and Hou Yong, has always passed two Shenwu masters, and they are all in the early stage, even if they meet the Shenwu elders of the first-class sects, they are not opponents, not to mention that Mo Xisheng and other ancestors of the seven major factions gathered in Yuanjue Valley, and any one of them has the strength to step on Yuanjue Valley.

If there is a relic, he will definitely pay it! But he doesn't!

Indeed, the first person to discover the news of the relics was his disciples of Yuanjue Valley! Indeed, Elder Hou Yong took a group of novice disciples to obtain this relic. But unexpectedly, now it coincides with the chaos of the demons in the Wei Kingdom, and the demons are rising on all sides, and judging from the time, Hou Yong should have returned to the sect long ago.

Zong Ze is not stupid.

Since the Seven Great Powers sent to Yuanjue Valley to seek trouble, they must have obtained the exact news that Hou Yong had won the relics.

And Hou Yong, who obtained the relics of the heavens, has not returned to the sect so far, either died in the demon rebellion, or escaped with the treasure without permission, or he may have been obtained by one of the ancestors of the seven factions, but he remained silent, blamed Yuanjue Valley, and covered people's ears and eyes to cover up

It's hard to say, it's hard to say, in the cultivation world, people's hearts are unpredictable, who knows where the heavenly relics are now?

There is no shortage of masters of the Seven Great Sects of Ancestors, but this heavenly relic is enough to shield all heavenly opportunities, so that these ancestors cannot calculate the whereabouts of the relics at all.

If Hou Yong escapes with the treasure, then Zong Ze will definitely hate this traitor and leave the sect behind. The sect will be destroyed.

If Hou Yong dies in the demon chaos, then even if Zong Ze has a hundred mouths, there is no way to explain it today, he can't take out the relics, then the sect will be destroyed, and the seven major factions may be after the destruction of the sect, search for no result, or Zong Ze's soul search soul to extinguish the memory, after some determination, it will be convinced that Yuanjue Valley has not obtained this relic.

If among the ancestors of the seven major sects, someone obtains relics and blames Yuanjue Valley, then Yuanjue Valley will undoubtedly be destroyed, and only the dead can make all the relics clues interrupted

"Hey, my Zongze, what kind of sins have you accumulated, and you will be cornered by the seven major factions"

Zong Ze closed his eyes abruptly, and his expression finally calmed down.

That's it, that's it, no matter where the relics go, today, it is impossible to escape death.

"Zong Ze, the heavenly relics, do you pay or not!" Mo Xisheng asked one last time.

"I didn't swear by the relics in my heart!" Zong Ze said bitterly.

"Hmph! stubborn! In this way, you Taoist friends don't need to be merciful, I will wait for today, set foot in Yuanjue Valley, and find relics!"

As soon as Mo Xi's voice fell, the seven ancestors all looked cold, and the murderous intentions were secretly moved.

They may be righteous or demonic, but no matter whether they are righteous or demonic, no one will be merciful in matters related to the heirloom treasure of the heavenly relics!

One by one, the little novices of Yuanjue Valley trembled slightly under the murderous aura of hundreds of martial artists of the Seven Sects.

There are countless disciples who knelt down and begged the head of the sect not to harm the sect because of a relic.

As soon as the killing machine moved, several small novices were immediately sacrificed by blood.

Zong Ze's eyes showed a hint of hatred, he opened his eyes and roared angrily,

"Mo Xisheng, the old man said, I didn't take the relics, I just took it, and this matter has nothing to do with the disciples of my sect, you dare to do this!"

"Good! Okay! In the early stage of a god's martial arts, you dare to shout at the old man! You, you will die! Your sect disciple, not one of them can live!"

Mo Xisheng sneered, the killing machine had moved, bursts of golden light appeared around his body, the Sanskrit sound continued, his palm seemed to turn into pure gold, and he slapped Zong Ze in the air with one palm, without the slightest mana!

But the Sanskrit sound suddenly turned into a golden wheel, which continued to rotate above the main hall, and condensed into a pure gold giant palm that was a hundred zhang big, and even the fingerprints were golden, overturning the top of the main hall, and pressing it towards Zong Ze with one palm!

Infant-level low-grade alchemy, Golden Wheel Palm!

Every time the golden wheel turns, the palm power will increase by as much as one percent again!

This palm is really a killer blow for Moxi. He is meditating, practicing all his life, and he is already in the ninth realm of silver light, not far from the realm of silver bones!

is an ordinary Yuan Infant Martial Artist, he can also take three or two moves!

The power of one palm made the other six ancestors silent, it was the other six ancestors, all of whom were at the pinnacle of divine martial arts, and no one could take this palm without being injured!

And Zong Ze, who was locked by the palm power, was only affected by the palm wind, and the immortal veins in his body were about to be broken, and the divine martial arts wanted to be broken!

Can't take it, can't take it, only one death!

But he was unwilling, unwilling! Being bullied because of his low cultivation made him unwilling!

"Moxisheng, I have written it down, I have written it down!"

"Write it down, it's a pity, the old man will search for your soul and destroy your memories later, you can't write it down, and just write it down, what can you do with the old man? With your cultivation in the early stage of Shenwu, if you cultivate for another five hundred years, you will not be the old man's opponent!

Mo Xi laughed, palm power, suppression!

Zong Ze was covered in blood, the jade seat was shattered, and he was like a bloody man, pressed to the ground by the force of his palm.

To die, to die

But at this moment, a momentum that was several times stronger than Mo Xi's voice reverberated in Yuanjue Valley!

The air of the entire hall was suddenly frozen by a cold force!

With the sound of an ice-shattering fist, even the Yuan Ying Martial Artist had to take the Golden Wheel Palm with some means. In the sound of ice shattering, the golden wheel shattered, and the palm power exploded into golden light and disappeared!

And the power of the fist did not decrease, the ice shattered constantly, and in a series of shattering sounds, all the martial artists of the seven factions were affected by the power of the fist, and the soul melting martial artists, almost as soon as they looked at each other, they exploded into a blood mist.

Dozens of people from the seven factions are martial arts, even if each refining body is extraordinary, but under the power of the fist, all of them are seriously injured!

Even the ancestors of the seven factions were all embarrassed, and Mo Xisheng, whose palm power was broken, was even more sipping, golden blood spurted out, for the first time in his life, what appeared in his eyes was not arrogance, but horror!

(End of chapter)