On the hill outside the Valley of the Fierce Demons, Bunsuke faced Aoxue and doubled his practice of swordsmanship and magic spells, and the snowflakes fell on his body with crystal light, his eyes were resolute, his ambition was awe-inspiring, and his sword slashed down, quite brave.

I only heard him let out a long roar, a somersault slashed out, a backhand flicked the sword, landed on one knee, the wooden sword was inserted into the snow, and the piece of Qingluan Baoyu on his waist slipped to the ground.

Wen Fu raised his left hand, which was not holding a sword, silently looked at the delicate and moist Qingluan jade pendant, and slowly picked up the jade pendant.

Baoyu entered, and suddenly the light was shining, Wen Fu was startled, only to feel that there was a flower in front of him, and he came to a place that he couldn't have imagined.

"It's ...... Sun Clan!" Wen Fu suddenly shouted, and just wanted to leave and walk to the back garden, but he only heard a grand, holy, and solemn music coming from the main hall, Wen Fu was stunned, turned around and ran towards the main hall.

Along the way, there was a surge of people, the heads of various factions, and friends of the immortal family gathered together, but what made Wen Fu feel strange was that these people actually regarded him as air, and obviously no one could feel his existence.

He couldn't help but beat the drum in his heart, and secretly wondered: Could it be that this piece of Qingluan Baoyu of his mother is a magic weapon that can lead people into the illusion realm? However, no! The illusion should have a burst of eyes, just like my "phantom fog and spiritual smoke", and there is really no flaw here.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look into the hall, only to see a young and tough person with a slight resemblance to Xiao Bo's appearance, standing in the center of the main hall.

He was dressed in a gorgeous robe, upright, dragging a tray with both hands, his two big sleeves naturally drooping, and walked towards the stepped platform outside the main hall with a serious face.

Wen Fu's eyes widened, and he gasped and said, "That's Xiao Bo! Could this be my father's enthronement ceremony!"

As soon as the words fell, I saw Xiao Bo standing on the highest step, the music immediately stopped, and the field was solemn, Xiao Bo shouted loudly: "The enthronement ceremony of the Lieyang clan has officially begun!

After that, I saw Wang Xuan walking out of the crowd and gradually ascending to the high platform, dressed in a fairy robe graceful and luxurious, and the atmosphere was awe-inspiring.

Wang Xuan took the edict in Xiao Bo's hand, turned around, waved his sleeves, and said with a righteous and awe-inspiring voice: "Today, I, Wang Xuan, took over as the eighty-ninth generation head of the Lieyang Clan, shouldering the heavy responsibility of protecting the people in the world with the Lieyang bloodline. The kings of the world are like boats, the people are like water, and water can carry boats and overturn boats.

At the beginning, the world was prosperous, the country was safe, and I was safe, but the demon god was arrogant, and disasters befell the world, and the world was in trouble, who else could I be, the heavens and the earth were unkind, and all things were dogs! If the heavens hinder me, I will destroy the heavens, people will block and kill people, and the Buddha will block and kill the Buddha! Foreign enemies will come to attack, and they will be punished, I hope that you can also pick up the sword in your hands and protect the ten directions! Keep my people safe!"

"Protect the Ten Directions! Defend the People! Protect the Ten Directions! Defend the People!" As soon as Wang Xuan's words fell, everyone was enthusiastic one by one, and they raised their fists and shouted.

After hearing this, Wen Fu clenched his fists, his sword eyebrows were lightly raised, and he whispered to himself with resolute eyes: "If the heavens stop me, I will destroy the heavens." Pick up the sword in your hand and protect the ten directions! Protect the people! Father, I understand, don't worry, Fu'er will definitely do it!"

As soon as the words fell, all of a sudden, Wen Fu actually felt someone pushing him behind him, he turned around, only to find that it was dark in front of him, the space was twisted clockwise and then rotated counterclockwise, and the scene in front of him was back outside the Valley of Demons again.

He stood in place, but once again felt someone pushing him behind him, so frightened that he hurriedly turned his head, only to find that there was an abyss behind him, and Luo Yan looked at him with a look of surprise mixed with a little worry.

"Senior Sister Luo Yan, why are you here!"

"I ...... I just made a bowl of porridge and wanted you to taste it, but seeing that you haven't been back for a long time, I'm a little worried, so I'm going to take a look, I didn't expect you to break your soul and almost go to the abyss!" Luo Yan said with a slightly red face and a little overwhelmed.

Wen Fu was confused, didn't notice Luo Yan's appearance, raised his hand, looked at the piece of Qingluan Baoyu in his hand, and muttered to himself: "Could it be that this Baoyu is a magic weapon that can record past events, but how did I trigger it just now and make it work?"

Luo Yan couldn't help but be shocked when he saw Wen Fu wandering again: "Senior Brother Wen Fu, wake up, wake up!"

Wen Fu looked up at Luo Yan weirdly, smiled faintly, scratched Luo Yan's face with his fingers, and said mischievously: "Why are you so worried about me, don't you like me, oh! Didn't you say that you made me porridge! Then, let's go!"

Luo Yan's little face suddenly turned redder when he heard Wen Fu's words, and he said in a slur manner: "Go, where are you going!"

Wen Fu was just about to speak, when suddenly a cold laugh came from under the cliff: "Hmph! you can't go anywhere, why don't you come and sit in my Flame Demon Valley!"

Wen Fu listened to the ghost-like chilling words coming from under the cliff, and suddenly frowned, stretched out his arm, and took Luo Yan back a few steps.

"Oh, they're all at the gate, why don't you come in and sit down, but you want to go?"

Wen Fu glanced at the young man and thought to himself: A small demon spirit, quite a lot of cultivation, is equivalent to the three realms of the monk's entry, hmph! You still want to block my way! Originally, the demon clan endangered the common people, and I didn't have a chance to enter the Fierce Demon Valley to do it, but you automatically sent it to the door, so why should I be polite!

"Luo Yan, you go first, I can still handle his cultivation!" After saying that, Wenfu picked up the wooden sword and slashed forward.

"Senior Brother Wenfu be careful! he is the young master of the Flame Demon Valley, this person is insidious and cunning, and often uses secret weapons to hurt people. Luo Yan saw Wen Fu rushing forward and hurriedly reminded him.

After listening to Luo Yan's words, Wen Fu looked at Xueyu again, only to see a bad smile on the corner of Xueyu's mouth, Wen Fu secretly said that it was not good!

However, with a wave of his hand, several black-robed masked people suddenly appeared out of thin air around Wen Fu and Luo Yan, including the white-faced masked man who had killed Han Shu and fought with Wen Fu and seriously injured Wen Fu.

Wen Fu's heart sank, his feet paused, stopped in place, frowned, and moved back to Luo Yan.

Wen Fu stared at the actions of the white-faced masked man, and said to Xueyu: "Xueyu, there is a kind of competition between you and me alone, and you are not afraid of the world's shame when you act like this!"

Xueyu looked at the sky, sighed, and laughed loudly: "Oh! Who in the world today dares to laugh at me! I'm afraid that even your former master, Huang Yan, now has to kneel in front of me and beg me to let go of his disciples!"

Wen Fu was stunned for a moment, his heart sank again, and he shouted loudly with excitement: "You, you brute, what did you do to Master!"

Xueyu laughed and said, "You come to beg me, beg me, I'll tell you......!"

The wooden sword in Bunsuke's right hand was tightly held, and his left hand became a sword finger seal, and the wound on Bunsuke's left shoulder flashed, and the demonic qi suddenly spread out, and his left shoulder sank, and he was sweating profusely.

He endured the pain and swung his wooden sword, and shouted in his mouth, "You brute, bring me your life!"

Luo Yan was very anxious when he saw Wen Fu's changes, but he had nothing to do, but at the moment when Wen Fu rushed to the blood remnant, Luo Yan was anxious.

Several black-robed people suddenly moved to surround Wen Fu, while the white-faced masked man looked at Luo Yan, and threw a green ball of light in his hand forward, the ball of light was aimed at Luo Yan, and when she was defenseless, it instantly hit his body, and the ball of light entered the body, and Luo Yan immediately fainted.

Wen Fu launched the "Phantom Fog and Spiritual Smoke", coupled with the heavenly fire controlled by the Poor Qi Mirror, but he couldn't get rid of the black-robed people around him no matter what.

Xueyu laughed and raised his finger behind Wenfu: "Look, the woman next to you has been captured by us now, how long do you think you can hold out if you fight alone?"

Wen Fu was startled, protected the wooden sword on his chest, turned his wrist many times, swirled and swept back, and a sword qi was approved, but he didn't expect it to really play some role, and he repelled the two black-clothed people and killed a bloody path.