Xingyou, who was clenched in the demon's hand, suddenly broke free from the shackles of his fingers. Like a rising star, it slowly rises into the sky.

Luan'er's soul power burned out, and she still looked at the place where the demon stood, her eyes as gentle as water.

Time seemed to stand still, everything was silent as she said goodbye to him and Luan'er, and Luan'er's illusory body began to dissolve like foam before dissipating in the wind.

A ray of milky white light slowly projected on the star blessing floating above the demon head, and the silver star light above the star blessing blended with the water milk.

When this round star blessing fell back into the demon's palm, it was already ordinary, like a stone that was gray and dusty on the outside.

The milky white light net between heaven and earth and the pillar of light that imprisons the nine-headed phase willow have also dissipated, and the "fake" face of the strong man with the nine-headed phase willow has been burned by the sevenfold heavenly thunder, and the remaining eight songs all have their eyes on the demon and the body of the demon at this moment.

The one-eyed female face summoned purple lightning again, and struck at the place where the two of them were standing like arrows, and Pu Jia grabbed the demon and led her to the side to dodge.

Looking back, he just saw the scroll lying on the ground, and the demon broke away from Pujia's hand, flew down on the scroll, and used his body to resist the purple electric python that should have fallen on the painting.

The bones all over his body seemed to have been crushed by a heavy object, and the demon felt a tingle all over his body, and all his senses seemed to be shouting, escaping from the control of his body.

She took a deep breath, clutched the scroll in her arms, and stood up strongly.

What came was another purple thunder python that was speeding like the wind.

In the afterglow, Pu Jia was running towards the place where she was standing with all her might.

It should be, it's too late.

The demon turned around and used his body to protect the scroll in his arms. The only thing she can do now is to protect the scroll that the ink painting gave to Luan'er.

The imaginary pain and detachment did not come as expected.

The demon raised his head and saw countless immortal cultivators coming from the sky.

Fang Cai's battle destroyed the Dream Pavilion and also destroyed Yun Mengze's forbidden magic circle. Similarly, the various visions between heaven and earth alarmed the immortal cultivators of the Mengze Sect.

The leader is an old man with white hair, white hair and white robes, stepping on the Qinglin Canglong.

If it weren't for the demon who had seen the Yunmeng Immortal in Luan'er's memory, she would really have mistaken this old man with the fairy wind and bones for the Yunmeng Immortal that Pu Jia had mentioned to her countless times.

When the demon looked at him, the old man in white held the immortal trick in his left hand and pointed to the place where the demon was standing. The demon was grateful, presumably he urged the magic trick to help him block Xiang Liu's thunder and lightning attack.

Behind the white-clothed old man, more immortal cultivators came through the sky, they either stepped on the white crane, or rode on the giant bird, or stepped on the Xuanniao. More of them are immortal cultivators who ride all kinds of beasts and come from the dust.

Pu Jia had also run to the demon at this moment, he looked up at the old man in white, and said respectfully: "I've seen the master." ”

It turned out that this old man in white was the master that Pu Jia often talked about before.

The old man in white nodded slightly, and said loudly: "Formation." ”

Before the words fell, a group of immortal cultivators made a seal with their left hand at the same time, and a colorful pillar of light was projected onto the body of the old man in white, he sealed with his left hand, pointed to the sky with his right hand, and a colorful blade of light gushed out from his fingertips, tearing the sky above the old man's head into a rainbow-colored hole.

At the same time, Pu Jia held the demon's hand and pulled her back into the crowd of immortal cultivators.

The nine-headed Xiangliu let out an earth-shattering roar, and the remaining eight simultaneously locked their eyes on the rainbow-colored crack in the sky.

I saw a phoenix burning with golden flames leaping out of the crack in space, and under the dome, flapping its huge wings that covered the sky and the sun, facing the nine-headed willow from afar.

The golden phoenix flapped its giant wings, and golden flames broke through the air, and the nine-headed Xiangliu summoned purple thunder and lightning, taking down all those flames, and bursting into golden-purple fireworks in the air.

The nine-headed willow symbolizes the "fear" of the child's face, and at this moment, once again emitted a sound like a ghost crying from the netherworld. All the immortal cultivators had a look of fear on their faces, and the various spiritual powers that burst out from their fingertips also dimmed at this moment, the figure of the old man in white shook slightly, and the rainbow-colored gap in the sky seemed to close a little.

Seeing the opportunity, the white-eyed woman's face, which symbolized "idiocy", cast her eyes on the face of the old man in white, and the mist in her pupils condensed into a sword, shooting directly at the old man's eyebrows.

With a "poof", the sword condensed by the mist sank into the old man's eyebrows, but it did not leave a single wound, like a snowflake, silently blending into the sea.

The old man in white's gaze became dull, just like the previous performance after Pu Jia was stared at by the white-eyed woman's face.

At the moment when the old man in white was in a trance, the one-eyed woman's face, which symbolized "anger", once again summoned several thunderbolts and took the old man's left chest.

At the feet of the old man, the dragon gathered the wind as a blade and blocked most of the attacks, but there were still three lightning bolts that hit the old man's chest.

The old man in white regained his clarity, blood spurted out of his mouth, his body shook violently, and he almost fell off the back of the dragon. The rainbow-colored crack in the sky closed a few points again.

The figure of the golden phoenix in the air was a little illusory.

"Just a mortal, even if you summon the Nine Heavens Golden Phoenix, how much power can you have?" The fat face that symbolizes "greed" said contemptuously.

The old man stabilized his body and pulled his fingers again, a golden-red light enveloped the huge body of the Nine Heavens Golden Phoenix, it flapped its wings again, and more golden flames swept down.

Different from the previous pure golden flames, this time there was a faint trace of red flowing in the flames.

In the single eye of the "angry" face, countless lightning bolts burst out again, and the purple thunder python collided with the golden-red fire snake, breaking out with a huge roar.

However, unlike last time, these flames actually devoured the endless thunder and lightning, and continued to sweep away in the direction of the nine-headed Xiangliu.

"Nine Heavens Xuanhuo?" The greedy face let out an exclamation, and he coiled the snake's tail in a circle, forming a huge shield, which was between the eight songs and the sky.

The Nine Heavens Xuanhuo slammed on the shield formed by the snake's tail, making a sizzling sound, and on all eight sides, there was a color of pain.

Suddenly, the white-faced scholar's face, which symbolizes "hate", suddenly let out a long roar looking up to the sky, and the voice was so terrible that it even overshadowed the cry of the "fear" face.

Accompanied by the long howl of the "hate" side, in the huge cloud dream dense forest, the roars of the beasts echoed one after another.

"It's not good, he wants to use his hatred to trigger Yunmeng's beast tide!" Pu Jia's face showed a solemn look and said in shock.