The eighteenth spirit fox

As soon as Mao stretched out his hand, the ape grabbed Ma Jia, avoiding the tragic fate of the little Taoist priest's blue nose and swollen face. Cangyu did not respond to Ma Jia's question. Just pulled Ma Jia up, and then turned his head to look at the place where the fierce battle was taking place.

At this time, Kang Mingyu's ghost and god transformation has broken through all the limits of manpower. With the assistance of the Heavenly Demon of the Hundred Bone Dao People, although Kang Mingyu has not yet reached that realm, it is not far away. After the change of ghosts and gods, Kang Mingyu's figure suddenly doubled in height, eight feet tall, and he was majestic. Fierce demonic energy filled the surroundings. The power and the power that pulls the stars are on par.

Although the ape is a beast, it has been cultivating for more years than these two combined.

was collecting the essence of the five elements nearby, and the ape suddenly found that there was a battle of masters here, so he came over to take a look. Saving Ma Jiachun is incidental.

"Old drunkard, what do you have? Show me. Ma Jia was not interested in the battle in the distance, but was very enthusiastic about the fluffy little beast in the ape's hand.

Ma Jia knew that this ape never killed, so he didn't know why he caught this thing today. I wanted to touch the little beast.

The ape raised his hairy hand and blocked Ma Jia. Hmm! Two voices indicate displeasure.

However, Ma Jia had already seen at this time that this little beast was a snow-white fox. And it's only the size of a fist, and the red eyes are cute. I couldn't help but want to touch it.

"I'm going to die! Little fart Taoist, casually insult others!"

A sharp and crisp girl's voice immediately sounded from the mouth of the little fox.

Ma Jia was startled and couldn't help asking, "How can you speak?

"You're big, you're a monster! It is said that it is necessary to achieve positive results. It's not the kind of thing that doesn't have an IQ!"

"Monsters and IQ have something to do with each other. Although Ma Jia thought so in his heart, he asked all kinds of messy topics and the little fox, and there was a match, and there was no match.

The ape watched the battle grow more and more fierce in the distance. The power of the huge stars can already open the sky and shoot straight down under the blue sky. And Kang Mingyu's demonic aura also became more and more intense. Not only were the celestial phenomena aroused, but even the ghosts within a radius of a hundred miles were all aroused. Mixed with Kang Mingyu's demonic energy.

There was a loud croak. The ape suddenly spit out a red light from his mouth, and under the air, it turned out to be a pure and incomparable sword qi. The ape jumped and pulled Ma Jia to step on the flying sword. In one breath, the sword flew straight to the battle between Kuang Shiqing and Kang Mingyu.

"Edgeworth Flying!Old drunkard, when will you do this?" Flying in the sky, the strong wind was blowing, Ma Jia was not only not frightened, but also chatted with the ape in amazement. This sword technique is also ordinary, although it is not something that ordinary people can easily cultivate, but all the Great Dao sects have their own cultivation secrets, and the Four Spirits Exorcism Sword of Lingxiao Palace is also one of the most famous ones. However, if you want to cut off people's heads a hundred steps away from a steel long sword, you have to have decades of hard work and cultivation. And the whole world, who can control the long sword flying all over the air, stretched out a slap, and the hand index is more than the number of people.

If the ape has this way, isn't it a first-class spirit beast in the world, and the depth of his skill is only afraid that it is not under the four great masters.

Although Ma Jia was young, he understood this, and the little Taoist priest, who was already bohemian, suddenly let go of his worries about his safety. With that little Taoist priest Kang Mingyu working hard in front, and there are big masters like old drunkards and old immortal apes by his side to rely on, what is he Ma Jia afraid of?

ps: Khan, this chapter is still a little less, but it's all a saved draft, it was like this when it was originally written, and there won't be such a short one in the future;