After half an hour of grinding, an exclamation fell from the sky.

Bang.

Through the dark clouds, I saw a large crater smashed out of the abyss.

Xiahou Chun coughed up blood and walked out, his body staggered and embarrassed.

After leaving Yang Zhong and Jiang Weijun on it, he fell into the air with Fang Xirou in his arms, but unfortunately she was thrown down halfway.

A little, a staggering shadow fell leisurely, giving birth to lotus step by step, picking up the stairs and descending, just like a fairy descending to earth.

The two are very different.

Xiahou Chun pointed at Fang Xirou and roared angrily: "You stinky, you actually threw Lao Tzu down in mid-air, do you want to murder this palace?" ”

"Ahem."

A heavy cough sounded, and he turned his head angrily.

I saw Murong Yan quietly pouting, and Xiahou Chun looked in the direction shown by the other party.

Suddenly, the clouds and mist dispersed, and a grass house was silent on the edge of the cloud cliff.

He was shocked, this was a half-mountain cliff, about fifty zhang in circumference, and there was still an underground abyss below.

Fang Xirou's eyes were solemn, and she pursed her lips and said, "Let's go, it's up to you next." ”

Xiahou Chun snorted coldly, "I'll clean you up when I go back." ”

Murong Yan couldn't help but laugh and covered his mouth and chuckled.

The masked man sprinkled salt on his wound, "Hey, the prince is majestic, he was still there just now." ”

"Too lazy to pay attention to you schadenfreude." After Xiahou Chun shook off this sentence sharply, he strode away.

Jumping over the periphery of the fence and walking to the grass hut three feet away, he shook it slightly, and the dust fell, and it was instantly dusty.

After Wei Zheng was dressed, he leaned forward and bowed: "Taikang's disciple Xiahou Chun asks to see Shen Zhenren." ”

The grass house was silent for a long time, silent for a long time.

Fang Xirou raised her eyebrows, and was about to step forward, but was stopped by Murong Yan.

She said coldly: "Didn't the old Dao Gu agree, she won't play us." ”

The man with the mask squinted slightly, and said in a low voice: "That holy woman is indeed in the grass house, but there is something wrong with the breath of the qi and the turtle. ”

Murong Yan frowned slightly, pursed his lips and said nothing.

Could it be that they are all trapped?

Suddenly, a faint voice came: "If you want to see this seat, you must kill this witch." ”

Fang Xirou's face sank, her eyes were cold, and she shouted directly: "Pretend to be a ghost, watch me demolish this broken grass house." ”

Xiahou Chun turned around and saw that Fang Xirou had already sent out the magic sword, and his face changed, "No!" ”

But it was too late, as soon as Fang Xirou's words fell, the dazzling sword light poked into the grass cover.

The sword light is Fang Xirou's portable sword Jiu Qiuyue.

I heard a 'pop' sound, and the grass house fell silent again.

There was no sound.

And Fang Xirou suddenly changed color, and spat out blood stasis.

She shouted angrily: "Thief, dare to take my magic sword!" ”

After speaking, he wanted to crash towards the grass house.

Xiahou Chun's face sank, and there was a sound of breaking the air behind him, and he didn't have to think about it to know that Fang Xirou was 'demonic'.

After all, although Fang Xirou seems to be out of tune, she actually has a good grasp of the scale and will never be so impulsive.

He said in a deep voice: "If the real person doesn't want to see this palace, he will say it bluntly, why hurt my companion, could it be that he is deceiving me and no one?" ”

The grass was silent.

Seeing that Fang Xirou was about to collide with the grass house, Murong Yanhua lost his complexion and exclaimed: "Your Highness, stop her!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the aura of the grass house suddenly flickered, and Fang Xi's soft qi was disordered for a moment, and there seemed to be a sign of madness in the cloak.

Fang Xirou is the next saint of the Demon Sect, and her exercises are very different from those of Xuanzong, if there is a high realm that disturbs her mind, or disturbs her body's qi, it will definitely cause her exercises to become disordered, so that she will die of nervous confusion.

Xiahou Chun's eyes were cold, his figure suddenly jumped forward, and after hugging Fang Xirou, he quickly retreated.

A faint whisper came from the grass house: "Imperial Decree, Demon Suppression!" ”

Dao and demon are not separated, and today is finally showing the clues.

Murong Yan's face turned pale, and the person covering her was unprecedentedly dignified, supporting her behind him and constantly retreating.

In the blink of an eye, you are on the edge of the cliff.

At this time, the coercion of the grass house is getting closer and closer, and it is quite endless.

Xiahou Chun's face turned ruthless, and he took out the 'Divine Edict' seal and threw it into the air.

A divine flower fell, like a bead curtain woven by colorful Hongguang, enveloping the four of them.

There was a rumbling sound in the sky, like rolling thunder descending.

Rumble!!

A huge coercion fell, and Xiahou Chun's body clicked, like a thousand pounds.

That one had murderous intent!

The awe-inspiring killing intent of the little saintess of the Demon Sect!

He said sharply: "Shen Zhenren really wants to be my enemy? ”

A cold snort came from the air, seemingly disdainful.

There are ants under real people, but it is not a lie.

Suddenly, there was a bang, and a scream entered.

Xiahou Chun Huo Ran turned his head, but saw that the crown of the covered face was completely shattered.

What caught his eye was a cracked face full of gaps and scars, and under the pressure of this huge real person, his hideous appearance made his heart chill.

Murong Yan hurriedly took out a jade crown from his arms again, looked distressed and guilty, and said urgently: "Sister Nan, put it on quickly." ”

However, after glancing at Xiahou Chun coldly, the masked man said indifferently: "No need, thank you princess." ”

Xiahou Chun didn't have time to care about the covered person, and said in a deep voice: "Can you hold on for half an hour?" ”

The overlay coldly spat out a word: "Yes." ”

Immediately, its aura was unfurled, and a huge beast shadow that looked like a vermilion bird floated out of the air.

There seems to be a giant palm attacking in the sky, and it will be pressed down in an instant.

Xiahou Chun looked at the giant palm expressionlessly, and took out the 'Demon Source' seal.

His eyes flashed with a hint of complexity, since the 'Guandao' seal appeared, the other two 'Divine Edicts' and 'Demon Sources' were like divine help, as if they had been opened, hiding countless magic and magnificence.

From this point of view, the 'An Chengshou' who met in the Changguo Temple and the Fang Chu Mansion in the Eastern Capital that day was not an ordinary person.

If the 'Divine Edict' is a treasure of protection, then the 'Demon Source' is the treasure of attack.

His eyes are deep, and if he wants to open the 'Demon Source', he must first 'feel the spirit'!

Those who are touched by the spirits are also enchanted.

"What are you still hesitating about, what means are there to quickly show it, otherwise you and I will be wiped out here by this fang." The Coverer burst into his ear.

Xiahou Chun sighed secretly, looked at Fang Xirou in his arms, and said to himself: "Since you are injured because of me, why should I fall into the demon for you!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he made a knife with his fingertips, slashed his wrist, and dripped blood on the 'Demon Source' seal.

"Buzz !!"

A bowstring sounded.

The 'Demon Source' seal suddenly shone brightly, as if it had been completely awakened, and a strange aura was forcibly inserted into this heaven and earth.

An angry voice came from the grass house: "Junior, quickly put down the monster!" ”

Xiahou Chun looked up and sneered disdainfully: "Why don't the old thief stop here? ”

"You are presumptuous!" Rolling and booming cheers were heard.

There was thunder and thunder on the top of the mountain, lightning and thunder, and the wind howling and writhing the earth.

And halfway up the cliff is even more windy, and the poignant sound is deafening.

The Covered Man shouted, "Sword Slash!" ”

A sword chant resounded in all directions, shining like a sparkling wave, smashing the wild clouds in all directions.

The sword's momentum did not decrease at all, and it went straight to the giant palm in the sky.

In an instant, the sword palms collided, and an earth-shaking shock spread.

A wail sounded, and the magic sword with it exploded, scattering fragments in all directions.

The overfaced man spat out a mouthful of blood, her breath dropped instantly, her eyes were frightened, and she shouted: "It's not good, princess, retreat!" ”

Murong Yan's face was resolute, although she was shaking in the wind, she grabbed Xiahou Chun tightly, and said in a deep voice: "I want to die together!" ”

The high-altitude palm is getting closer and closer, and once this palm falls, Xiahou Chun and the others will all be buried here.

At the last moment, Fang Xirou's eyes suddenly disappeared, her face changed, and she shouted angrily: "Old thief, since you want to punish the devil, kill me, why implicate the innocent?" ”

She got up from Xiahou Chun's arms, and under Murong Yan's change of color, she jumped high towards the giant palm.

Like a moth to a fire, it kills itself.

There seemed to be a cold snort in the sky, "Demon Dao Demon, everyone gets to be punished, it's just right!" ”

Ten zhang! Five!

Until the distance was one zhang, the face of the covered man changed, and he sighed secretly.

Murong Yan trembled and shouted, "No! ”

But just as the palm was about to fall, a white robe appeared.

His man threw a brazen punch.

"Bang!"

The fists collided, the giant palms did not move, and the fists were shattered.

The giant palm slapped down and landed on the white robe.

The two fell like broken kites and fell to the ground.

Fang Xirou was safe and sound, the white robe's face was pale, and her breath plummeted, as if she had suffered a heavy blow.