The Wind Moon Witch who played the soul-controlling bone flute stood in the center of the beast tide, her white hair fluttering, and her momentum was terrifying.

After that, she seemed to be a little tired, and her eyes swept over, and finally fixed on the back of Zhao Yanran, who was flying fast in the distance.

The Fengyue Witch was stunned for a moment, then let out a touching smile and muttered: "I didn't expect to meet the little junior sister, it seems that this trip to the Hidden Dragon Stream has become a lot more interesting." ”

Feng Yue lost interest in controlling the beast tide, and gently put the soul control bone flute in her hand into the ring, and her body moved, and she actually showed the same body technique as Zhao Yanran.

"Little junior sister, I hope you don't let your senior sister down too much and die quietly. The Wind Moon Witch laughed softly: "Otherwise, our master will be very sad under the Nine Springs." ”

The Fengyue Witch looked at Zhao Yanran's gradually disappearing back, and a cold killing intent flashed in her bewitching peach blossom eyes.

She didn't chase Zhao Yanran, but flew in the direction of the ancient monk's mausoleum with a smile on her face. She knew that there, she would definitely meet Zhao Yanran.

Zhao Yanran unfolded her body with all her strength, flew for a full time of incense, and finally stopped next to a steep mountain stream, gasping softly. Obviously, to unfold that kind of body with all her might, the consumption is extremely considerable.

She reached out and took out a jade snow pill that Ling Zheng gave her from the ring, and after taking it, the medicinal power was quickly absorbed, and the lost true yuan was also restored.

Only then did she remember that Ling Zheng was still in her arms, so she reached out and took out the talisman he had turned into and shook it gently.

In the midst of the surging demonic energy, Ling Zheng instantly regained his true appearance, but his face was flushed, and his heart was also beating loudly.

When Zhao Yanran saw Ling Zheng's expression, she was a little puzzled at first, but then she understood, and her pretty face instantly turned red.

The talisman that Ling Zheng had transformed into before was stuffed into Zhao Yanran's arms in a hurry. You must know that although Ling Zheng, who has performed the Demon Thousand Transformation Technique, has changed in form, his perception of the outside world has not diminished, in this time of incense, he was sandwiched between the two snow-white and slippery softness on Zhao Yanran's chest without hindrance, although he was a little out of breath, but that wonderful taste made Ling Zheng completely addicted to it, and he didn't think about it at all.

"Uh, senior sister, how do you know that it is the old witch of the Fengyue Witch who controls the beast tide?" Ling Zheng was extremely embarrassed, and quickly diverted the topic.

Zhao Yanran didn't want to mention that embarrassing topic, so she coughed lightly, nodded and said, "The soul control bone flute used to be a famous magic weapon owned by a very high-ranking predecessor in the southern region of this continent, and it is said to be left over from ancient times. Later, the senior accepted the Fengyue Witch as a disciple and gave her this soul-controlling bone flute. But the Wind Moon Witch obviously didn't get all the true transmissions, and the syllables of the flute just now were very monotonous, and they didn't form a soul-controlling song at all. ”

"Then the old witch still has a master?" Ling Zheng said with some curiosity: "By the way, senior sister, you seem to know a lot about the Fengyue Witch, do you know her?"

"It's kind of an acquaintance. Zhao Yanran's expression was a little gloomy, as if she didn't want to mention this matter, and said: "She no longer plays the soul control bone flute, and the beast tide should have dispersed, let's go to the ancient monk's mausoleum first." ”

Ling Zheng could also see that she didn't want to mention this matter, and after nodding, she asked again: "Then what should we do then?" It won't always change into Han Chengyuan's appearance and follow in, right? ”

"My transformation method originated in ancient times, as long as I don't speak, the Wind Moon Witch can't see it. Zhao Yanran said: "Moreover, the transformation method you have performed is even more subtle than mine, so naturally you don't have to worry about this." ”

Ling Zheng's face instantly fell: "Senior sister, do you really want to follow those people from the Red Pink Palace into that mausoleum? What is there in there that is worth taking such a big risk?"

"When the time comes, I will naturally sue you. Zhao Yanran didn't answer, and said: "Then turn it into a machete, I'm afraid that I won't be able to enter the mausoleum if I'm too late." ”

Ling Zheng nodded silently, but his eyes swept over Zhao Yanran's chest uncontrollably, and after realizing it, he secretly scolded himself in his heart for being really obscene.

Ling Zheng, who once again performed the Phantom Demon Thousand Transformation Technique, turned into a machete, and was held in his hand by Zhao Yanran, who had transformed into Han Chengyuan, and was about to fly into the sky, but saw the dozen or so cultivators who had been frightened by the beast tide and fled for their lives before going and returning.

The dozen or so cultivators obviously saw Han Chengyuan, who Zhao Yanran had transformed into, and more than a dozen people first stood in mid-air, and after talking to each other for a while, they actually dispersed and gradually approached, with a posture of wanting to besiege Zhao Yanran.

Ling Zheng, who had turned into a machete, looked at this group of gray-faced Immortal Dao cultivators, and his heart was full of disdain. When these dozen or so people were running for their lives before, they clearly saw themselves and Zhao Yanran who were not disguised, knowing that the two were not demon cultivators of the Red Pink Palace, so they only cared about running for their lives, and they didn't even give a warning.

Its purpose was obviously to let himself and Zhao Yanran face the beast tide first, delay the time, and give them some more chances to escape.

For this kind of selfish cultivator to the extreme, Ling Zheng and Zhao Yanran have no good impression at all. Moreover, now these dozen or so cultivators clearly wanted to be unfavorable to the two of them, and after discussing in a low voice for a while, the two made a decision in an instant.

"Han Chengyuan, you demon cultivator, when you see me and other immortal monks, don't you take the initiative to tie your hands and arrest you?!"

The man in the lead was talking nonsense loudly, looking like he was fifty or sixty years old, and he looked like a human dog, with a fairy style and a fairy spirit.

But if the Dao robe on his body was not stained with blood and dirt, and his white hair was not cut off, this kind of immortal spirit would be even more bluffing.

"This person is wearing the magic robe of the Divine Rune Gate, and it is estimated that he is an elder of the Divine Rune Gate. I had seen him before, and I snatched a Red Flame Tiger Crystal Nucleus from him. ”

Zhao Yanran whispered to Ling Zheng, and then looked at the old man coldly, without saying a word.

Her cultivation at the fourth order of the Foundation Building Realm was two orders higher than the old way of this Divine Rune Sect, and if it was one-on-one, Zhao Yanran had enough confidence to kill her.

"Elder Fu Ling is right, slaying demons and destroying demons and supporting the righteous path of the world is my duty as an immortal monk. Fellow Daoists, if you don't join forces to kill this demon cultivator at this moment, when will you stay?"

A middle-aged Taoist in yellow magic robes beside the old man of the Divine Rune Gate helped on the side, and suddenly made more than a dozen immortal Dao cultivators around him show their magic weapons violently, and looked at Zhao Yanran standing on the cliff with unkind eyes.

Zhao Yanran, who had changed into Han Chengyuan, opened her mouth but did not make a sound, but in her hand, Ling Zheng, who had changed into a machete, imitated Han Chengyuan's voice and said loudly:

"I'm sorry! You sanctimonious hypocrites don't put those demons and demons in front of Lao Tzu! I was chased and killed like dogs by the people of our Red Pink Palace before, but now I dare to be tough when I see that Lao Tzu is alone? Look at your lost dog-like virtue, and you are embarrassed to come out and pretend to be a fairy monk? Believe it or not, Lao Tzu slashed your mother one by one so that your mother didn't even know you?!"

Zhao Yanran and Ling Zheng lip-synched, and their faces became a little strange. She had just discussed with Ling Zheng to provoke these immortal monks, but she didn't expect that Ling Zheng looked elegant, and it was really ugly to scold people, and it was simply a short sentence.

"The one who wears yellow clothes, report his name, Lao Tzu will not cut the nameless dog under the knife!"

Zhao Yanran reacted quickly, according to Ling Zheng's words, she lip-to-mouth, and then stretched out her hand and pointed at the yellow-clothed Taoist beside the Divine Rune Sect Elder named Fu Ling, without revealing any flaws.

The middle-aged yellow-clothed Daoist's face suddenly couldn't hold back, and the light flashed on his hand, and a yellow spirit weapon long sword appeared, and he said coldly: "Huang Xuan, the law enforcement elder of the Poor Dao God Tumen, will kill your demon cultivator today!"

"Five Dragon Gate Elder Liu Wenbao, I will kill you demon cultivator today!"

"Elder Wen Rongyu of Yunxiao Pavilion, he will kill the Demon Cultivator today!"

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More than a dozen immortal monks have reported their names one after another, and they are like masters. Ling Zheng listened to the origins of these people, and saw that these people were all the elders and high-level elders of the cultivation sect that were among the most famous in the Flying Spirit Domain, and he didn't have any fears.

After more than a dozen immortal monks reported their names as masters, they surrounded Zhao Yanran in the center rather gloomily, casting spells and spells, and imperial weapons, although it was a temporary cooperation, it also showed a good effect.

"Senior sister, can you do it?" asked Ling Zheng, who had turned into a machete, in a low voice.

"These people are all cultivators of the foundation realm, and they definitely can't fight alone. Zhao Yanran smiled: "But there is no problem in getting rid of these people." ”

"That's good. ”

Ling Zheng saw that Zhao Yanran was so confident, and then said loudly in Han Chengyuan's voice: "Hahahaha, even if you go together, I, Han Chengyuan, will stand here and let you kill, I see who dares to move?!"

"Demon cultivators are killed!"

The Divine Rune Sect Elder named Fu Ling was the first to strike, raising his hand to draw out a second-order rune. The talisman exploded a large area of blue light, and then from the blue light, more than a dozen light blue ice guns with the thickness of the pillars burst out, and shot at Zhao Yanran who was standing on the cliff.

The spell played by this talisman is called the Ice Spear Technique, which is a second-order spell with no low power, and looking at the number and size of the ice spear, it means that the quality of this talisman is not low.

In the end, it is a monk of the Divine Rune Sect who is famous for his talismans in the Flying Spirit Domain, and his housekeeping skills are not ordinarily strong.

Zhao Yanran didn't choose to hit it hard, and her body technique was unfolded, directly making more than a dozen ice guns miss. Seeing this, Ling Zheng laughed in Han Chengyuan's voice and said, "Are you embarrassed to come out and show off this little trick?" Fu Ling, have you cultivated all the cultivation of the foundation realm to the dog?"

Zhao Yanran mouthed, her body unfolded, and her body flew into the distance. Ling Zheng then continued: "A group of mourning dogs, have the ability to compete with Lao Tzu in another place, Lao Tzu will cut off your heads one by one!"

Zhao Yanran's face was strange, and she secretly said in her heart that Ling Zheng's words were really shady.

More than a dozen immortal monks saw Zhao Yanran, who had changed into Han Chengyuan, flying towards the distance, thinking that he was going to meet the people of the Red Pink Palace, they hesitated for a while, and no one dared to take the lead to catch up.

The Shentumen elder named Huang Xuan smiled coldly: "Hmph, just catch up." As long as we don't meet those people in the Pink Palace who can't be provoked, with our means, even if we encounter danger, we can get out of the way!"

"I was chased and killed by the people of the Red Pink Palace for three whole days, and if I didn't kill a single person, I Huang Xuan was unwilling!"

Saying that, this middle-aged Taoist named Huang Xuan chased after Zhao Yanran first, and the remaining dozen or so immortal Dao monks looked at each other a few times, feeling that Huang Xuan was very reasonable, and they also followed closely.

Zhao Yanran, who deliberately slowed down, saw the group of people chasing behind her, and a smile appeared on her face.

"Senior sister, these people really don't know about the ancient monk's mausoleum, and they don't know where the Wind Moon Witch and the white-haired Spirit Demon are, and they don't know that we are leading them in that direction. Ling Zheng said in a low voice: "When we get there with these hypocrites, let the white-haired spirit demon and the old witch of the wind and moon witch deal with them!"

"Moreover, we brought such a group of immortal monks to kill them, the old witch of the Wind and Moon Witch, there is no reason to suspect us!"

Zhao Yanran smiled and said in a low voice: "Senior brother, you are much more mature than I thought. ”

didn't hear the strangeness in Zhao Yanran's tone, Ling Zheng laughed softly: "Hehe, I have lived like a dog in the Burning Gate for sixteen years, if I am not mature, I can only continue to be a dog, and I can't be a human." ”