With a high-pitched cry, a large fiery red bird appeared in front of everyone, its long tail feathers dragging on the ground, and its dark red giant claws scratched the ground into six deep claw marks. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info's huge wings stretched out to hold a sand boat firmly behind him.

Only then did everyone realize that the chains connected to the sand boat and the left and right boats seemed to have been cut by a sharp blade. The entire sand boat that was originally at the rear, together with the flaming red giant bird, seemed to be pushed forward by the impact of the explosion!

If it weren't for that big bird, which cut the chains and blocked the explosion, the five sand boats would have been wiped out!

In the belly of the big bird, which was invisible to everyone, there was a blur of flesh and blood, and feathers flew wildly. It coughed twice before it opened its mouth and said, "You old man, you are really willing! Even the fairy treasure has exploded! I want to see what tricks you have next!"

"It's Suzaku!"

"It's Nangong senior!"

"Suzaku real body!"

Both humans and ghosts shouted in unison. They have all seen the true body of the Suzaku in their infancy, that is, Emperor Nangong Hui, but the shock power is very different!

The most striking thing is not the huge size of the Suzaku, but the flames flowing around it. No one doubted that the fire was alive! All the disciples with the fire spirit root felt as if they were worshipping the fire spirit power in their bodies, and they were afraid, excited, yearning, and trembling!

In such an incomparably sacred and murderous atmosphere, a slender sun-burning vine climbed up the wings of the Suzaku and knocked on its head.

Ying Wubao's not very loud voice came from the vines, "Come back quickly, don't be reckless!"

Suzaku looked back at the cabin behind him, "Baby, I'm fine!

On the silent battlefield, everyone heard the couple brazenly show affection.

Ying Wubao's old face turned red, she specially used the burning sun vine to transmit the sound, but she didn't want everyone to hear it. She pretended to be calm and transmitted her voice to Pei Huan, "Senior brother, don't leave quickly! This place is not far from the preaching grotto, and the mission will be completed when you get there!"

Thanks to the explosion, the sand boat hit this position, otherwise with her divine sense that has not fully recovered, she would not be able to transmit the sound to Senior Brother Pei, who is far away. Ying Wubao looked up at the tall Suzaku head, such as this head, it was too far away, and it couldn't reach it directly!

Only then did Pei Huan come back to his senses, and with the disciple order, he sent a message to the disciples who were in charge of driving the sand boats, and began to sprint towards the last part of the journey at full speed.

Nangong turned back into a human body, landed on the sand boat, and blocked in front of Wubao's door. The golden-red robe looked undamaged, and even the long hair that was scattered behind him and only tied in a random bundle was not messy, as if the blur of flesh and blood that no one had seen just now was just an illusion.

"Smack" "Slap" "Slap"

"Huang San" clapped his hands in admiration, "Sure enough, it's the Vermilion Bird Spirit Body, and the immortal treasure can't hurt you in the slightest if it explodes." I just wonder if you're really not hurt?"

He took out a judge's pen and squeezed it in his hand, "Be careful!"

Nangong Wufang's heart sank, it turned out to be another immortal treasure! He was a little puzzled, according to what his own treasure and these disciples said, in the Yuanwu Realm, it was not easy to have a tailor-made magic weapon. What is the origin of this old man? There are two fairy treasures?

If it was in the immortal realm, he wouldn't pay attention to it, but in this place where cultivation is limited, it will be a little difficult. Most of the four holy beast clans relied on the strength of their bodies to fight, so much so that now in his private vault, there was not even a single abandoned immortal treasure that could be used to explode themselves.

He flipped his right hand and held it in his hand again. For the first time, he hoped that the grade of the fire could be lower, and the immortal treasure that could not be urged could not even compare to the garbage in the old man's hand!

As if he was angry from the fire, the flames on the fan shook twice. It already has a high-level immortal treasure with a machine spirit, but it has been suppressed by those dead things! It's really angry! Since its master came to this desolate place, it hasn't had a good life! The other friends must have cultivated to the point where the spirit body manifests, and it's still here to fight with a dead thing!

Nangong tapped the fan with his left hand, "Okay, don't complain." After this catastrophe, if there are any good things to come back to, I will get you everything!"

The flames jumped three feet high and shouted, "Master! up!

This time, "Huang San" fell behind. Of course, there is an element of excitement from the fire, but it is true that because "Huang San" can't stand and his movement is limited, he also uses the immortal treasure that requires melee combat.

I saw the flames that popped out from time to time from the fire, as if there was a spirit, changing the route, and attacking some indescribable parts such as the soles of the feet of "Huang San", the back of the heart, and the chrysanthemums at an extremely tricky angle. He could only wave the judge's pen to block some of them, and the other part needed to command the black demon holding him under him to resist.

Soon he became a little annoyed and angry, this was simply an insult to him! "Huang San" summoned the ghost, and immediately his entire body was hidden in the black clouds. A huge cloud of mist rushed towards Nangong.

Although Lihuo had tried very hard to release the flames, he couldn't burn all the fog when the black clouds rushed in front of Nangong.

The judge's pen stabbed out from all over the clouds and mist looks very tricky and difficult to guard!

No matter how many black ghosts are burned, except for the terrible screams that sound from time to time, it proves that another ghost has died, just looking at the clouds and mist, you can't feel the reduction of ghosts and demons at all!

How many ghosts and demons are there!Nangong Wufang was roaring in his heart! A boring war of attrition made him feel powerless!

The "Huang San" in the black clouds was also uncomfortable, only he knew that in order to catch up with this group of fat flesh bodies, they gave up the assimilation of the land, and now there was not much ghost mist behind him that could be replenished!

It's not that he doesn't want to explode again with Xianbao, but he can't bear this judge's pen. This pen is not only his last immortal treasure, but also his natal magic weapon during his lifetime. After his death, it took a lot of effort to make it promote to immortal treasure, which is naturally not the same as the Buddha dust that was almost picked up for nothing!

As the battlefield continued to move closer to the Missionary Grotto, there were finally fewer and fewer black ghosts. Nangong Wufang once thought it was an illusion, and only after he burned a few more ghosts and demons did he believe that this dead old man really couldn't hold on, and the ghosts and demons were finally about to be exhausted!

As there were fewer and fewer ghosts and demons around him, "Huang San" finally gradually saw the distant scenery clearly, "This is the Missionary Grotto? You actually fled to the Missionary Grotto? Hahaha, too! You were already with that person! Where else can you go except the Missionary Grotto!"