Just when everyone thought that they were going to die here, a middle-aged man suddenly sighed faintly from outside the big array, "Zhuohua, you can stop it." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Even though it was pitch black and nothing could be seen, everyone cast a hopeful gaze in the direction from which the voice came.

Nangong Wufang hugged Wu Bao's waist tightly, and with his other hand, he carefully wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth for her, hating the stubborn stone in her heart.

Ying Wubao barely stood against Nangong, and asked a little confusedly, "I seem to have heard Uncle Mo's voice." ”

Nangong said distressedly: "Don't speak! Don't let you move, you can still do it! Those people will die when they die, why are you so worried about it! Uncle Mo is already in the Immortal Mansion, and the stubborn stone is so bold and reckless, what is it strange that he came forward to stop it? This kid of the stubborn stone even wants my life! He dares to hurt you!"

Ying Wubao looked at the chattering Nangong and couldn't help but persuade: "Don't be angry. I think Zhuohua wants to kill you, but he doesn't necessarily want to kill you. ”

Nangong gently pinched the soft flesh on her waist dissatisfiedly, "Didn't you always have doubts about him?

Wu Bao glared at his strange hand, but he was powerless to stop it, so he had to pretend not to see it and sneered: "I'm not right about things, not people." If he really wants to kill you, the two of us can still stand here so leisurely?"

"That's your husband and me, with high skills!" Nangong Wufang, who easily maintained the defensive enchantment, emphasized. Although he also had to admit that the wind blades flying here were indeed not many in number, and they were not aggressive.

Ying Wubao didn't debunk his careful thoughts, but just looked at the many disciples outside the enchantment who were constantly dying and wounding with some sadness. She has never been a saint who sacrifices herself for others, and she will not force Nangong to make a move. She tried her best, but they died. She felt sad, but not guilty. At least the people she cared about were still alive, weren't they?

She just closed her eyes quietly, released her divine sense to pay attention to everyone she knew, and pulled Nangong's sleeve when they couldn't avoid it.

There was no need to speak, Nangong also knew her intentions, and despite her dissatisfaction, she waved her hand to split the menacing wind blade. It is obviously much easier to save only a few people than to protect everyone. Nangong Wufang said to himself vigorously, this is all to prevent the baby's Dao heart from being damaged! It's definitely not that he is full of food and support, and even his rival in love is saved! Absolutely not!

Everything is in the dark, and no one knows if they have just escaped a mortal attack, and no one knows if they will escape the next wind blade. No one noticed that above the big array, the projection of the Zhuohua Patriarch had long since disappeared.

Zhuo Hua, who was sitting in the ghost tower, heard the middle-aged man's voice, and frowned, "Yinchen, enter the battle!"

With that, he flew up and stood at the top of the Ghost Tower. I saw a long cyan shadow in the distance appear in front of me in an instant, "Mo Qingshan, it's really you." You left the Panlong Jade Pillar without permission, in case the Immortal Mansion went on a business trip, how could you afford it?"

In the "Eight Desolations" that were far away, Xuan Jue, who had been asleep, suddenly opened her eyes, she sat up slowly, and inadvertently revealed a bit of charm in her gestures, which was clearly not Xuan Jue herself, but the white tiger Ding Mei.

She looked in the direction where Mo Qingshan appeared, and her gaze seemed to penetrate the curtain made of fire, "He is still alive? How is this possible! Back then, all the four of us were clearly gone!"

Ding Mei's face showed an uncontrollable look of surprise, and she said as if talking to herself: "Girl, borrow your physical body." ”

In the sea of knowledge, Xuan Jue's spirit was immersed in the comprehension of the secret art of the White Tiger Clan, and did not react to her words.

Ding Mei got up and flew out of the carriage, passing by Sansheng and Tutu like a gust of wind, and disappeared from their sight in the blink of an eye.

"Senior Sister Jue is awake, where is she going, is she chasing or not?"

Tutu heard him talking to himself, and rolled his eyes silently, Ben Rabbit can see that those big birds are not under your control, how are you going to chase them? What a stupid mortal!

Facing Zhuohua's questioning, Mo Qingshan was just about to answer, but suddenly felt a very familiar aura galloping towards him. He narrowed his eyes and watched the white shadow get closer and closer, "Xuanjue?" No, no, are you, Ding Mei?"

Mo Qingshan's huge dragon head showed a surprised expression, which was quite funny. But then he seemed to remember something, his expression suddenly became serious, and he asked in a fierce voice: "Ding Mei, you dare to take away my Qinglong clansman?"

Ding Mei had just flown in front of Mo Qingshan and Zhuohua, and before she had time to pour out her joy of reuniting after a long absence, she was stopped by Mo Qingshan's words. It took a long time for her to raise her eyebrows, point to the huge dragon nose and scold: "I haven't seen you for many years, and you are still so unreasonable! This little girl is clearly my White Tiger clan! When did you become a member of your clan! I haven't had time to take care of her, how can I take it away! Your cultivation has degenerated, and you can only show your original form, but you can't even degenerate your brain!"

"She's my daughter-in-law!

"Mo Qingshan, have you regressed in your cultivation?"

Qinglong's smug answer came out at the same time as Zhuohua's eager question.

Ding Mei shouted, "Say them one by one!"

Mo Qingshan relied on his huge real body, and without hesitation, he fanned Zhuohua with his tail, and his big head poked towards Ding Mei, and said with some eagerness: "Let's not talk about this, you will quickly withdraw the White Tiger Killing Array below." Wufang is still in there!"

What? Mo Qingshan is not dead? Nangong Wufang's kid is still alive?" "Impossible! I saw him being swept into the turbulence of time and space! How could he still be alive and kicking around here!"

Mo Qingshan detoured behind her, and the dragon horn pushed her against her back and pushed her towards the side of the big array. "I can't lie to you? You withdrew the killing formation, and when you see him, don't you know if it's true or not?"

Ding Meihu flew towards the big array suspiciously, and suddenly she paused slightly, and then accelerated forward.

She suddenly remembered that the car where the girl was lying was clearly the "Eight Desolations"! Only Nangong Wufang's kid liked this swaggering car very much, and he even had to take it with him when he came to the Yuan Martial Realm to perform a mission!

She recalled very uncertainly, and when she woke up, she seemed to have a Vermilion Bird cub beside her? This stinky boy! Not only is he alive and well, but even his son has come out? The old lady is not married yet!

Ding Mei, whose gossip fire was blazing, overcame the harsh conditions such as physical incompatibility and lack of spiritual power, and played at a super level, and in just a few breaths, she dismantled the White Tiger Killing Formation.

That ferocious momentum made Mo Qingshan, who was following her, shudder, what kind of madness is this woman! )