Zhonglang will see that Mu Sangu's speed is too fast, like a demon, and he secretly scolds Tianmen in his heart that Tianmen is full of weirdos, and there is no one who is normal.

I saw Mu Sangu's shadow flickering and moving between dozens of magic weapons, and the speed of everyone's magic weapons was far inferior to her, and none of them could touch the corners of her clothes.

Mu Sangu ignored the monks and flew directly in the direction of General Zhonglang.

Zhonglang will see that her eyes are blood-red, as if she is crazy, and her body exudes powerful spiritual power, and it seems that her strength is far better than her normal state, so he thought to himself why he had to fight with her senselessly, rode the giant eagle, blessed the giant eagle with a light body technique, and fled like lightning.

The fight wasn't worth it for him. Even if you kill Mu Sangu, you won't get anything, but you may put yourself in danger.

But Mu Sangu chased after her, and Zhonglang made a few big circles around Tiandu Peak, but he still couldn't throw her away, but the distance was getting closer and closer.

The monks wanted to drive the magic weapon and help the Zhonglang general, but the two of them were extremely fast, where could they catch up?

Seeing that Mu Sangu was getting closer and closer, Zhonglang took out a thousand arrows from the storage bag, and thousands of crossbow arrows shot behind him like rain.

The attack range of this thousand-arrow crossbow is extremely wide, and he doesn't need to aim, he knows that Mu Sangu will definitely not be able to dodge.

Seeing that the thousand arrows crossbow was about to shoot Mu Sangu, I saw that the blood mist on her body skyrocketed, and tens of thousands of red ropes burst out, coiling like a spiritual snake, entangling the arrows one by one.

The tide of arrows not only did not hurt Mu Sangu, but was used as a weapon by her and thrown at Zhonglang General.

The arrows came so quickly, with a whining sound, like a swarm of locusts.

General Zhonglang glanced back, saw a strange blood-red light shining on the blade of the arrow, and hurriedly drove the giant eagle to the right to dodge.

Arrows rained down on him, whizzing three feet to his left. It's a good thing he turned fast, otherwise he would have been shot by this blood-red blade, and the ghost knows what would have happened?

But when he turned to the right, the distance between him and Mu Sangu shortened, and there were only less than ten zhang left.

Mu Sangu let out a sharp shrill laugh, and thousands of red rays were like blood-colored long snakes, flying towards Zhonglang General, which was the thousands of red threads that were bloody.

This red silk seems to be able to burst out with amazing speed in a short distance, and although Zhonglang will bless the giant eagle with a light body technique, the speed is exerted to the extreme, but he still can't avoid the entanglement of the red silk.

Dozens of red silk snakes wrapped around the giant eagle's right foot, and circled it several times around it, holding it firmly as it landed.

The giant eagle was blocked, and its speed slowed down, and the remaining ten million red silks took advantage of the situation and wrapped the giant eagle firmly, like a huge ball of yarn.

As soon as Zhonglang saw that the momentum was not good, he had already abandoned the giant eagle, and a pair of silver flying wings grew out of his back, flying straight into the sky.

This silver flying wing is the exclusive flying magic weapon of the Tiger Ben Zhonglang, and its speed is far faster than the Iron Wing Battalion's dark iron flying wing, and it flies upwards for several miles in the blink of an eye.

Mu Sangu hurriedly collected the red silk in the sky, threw the giant eagle from the sky, turned into a red shadow, and chased after Zhonglang General.

General Nakaro glanced at the giant eagle and saw that its body was stiff, as if it were dead, and it fell straight from the sky.

Zhonglang couldn't help but be secretly frightened, that silver giant eagle was also a third-level top-grade demon beast, which was equivalent to the strength of the Jindan Extreme Realm. I didn't see any attack on it, but it was entangled in red silk for a while, and it didn't even struggle before losing its life. I don't know what demon magic Mu Sangu has imposed on it, it is so powerful.

Zhonglang Jiang just glanced at it, only to see a flash of red shadow, Mu Sangu had already chased him less than ten zhang behind him, and the red silk in the sky shot at him again.

Zhonglang General knew that he couldn't escape anymore, and with a flash of white light, a silver dagger was already in his hand, followed by a pigeon in the air that turned over and swooped down towards Mu Sangu.

The temperature in the air plummeted, and the cold sword intent surging out of the sky, turning into thousands of sword qi, launched a tidal attack on Mu Sangu.

The sword qi cut off the red threads one by one, flying in the air, fluttering all over the sky.

Zhonglang will laugh, thinking that this magic weapon looks scary, but it turns out that it is nothing more than that.

Unexpectedly, the broken filaments fluttering in the sky suddenly turned into wisps of blood-colored red mist, and condensed into intact dusty silk threads.

Zhonglang's face changed, and he was about to repeat his old trick, when the red silk in the sky suddenly rolled towards him like lightning.

His sword moves were only average, and the power of the sword qi was about to be born, and dozens of red threads had already wrapped around his right hand.

He only felt that his spiritual power was constantly leaking, and he couldn't help but be shocked, and hurriedly waved his knife to cut off the red silk.

But this bloodlight dust is a fifth-level treasure magic weapon, once it is entangled with the enemy, how can he have the slightest chance to break free?

Countless red threads rushed up, wrapping Zhonglang in it, wrapping him tightly and forming a red ball.

Zhonglang felt that his spiritual power was instantly emptied, and then countless silk threads drilled into his body, igniting some kind of subtle flame.

Zhonglang will quickly use the internal vision technique, and find that his muscles, blood, and bone marrow are burning with tiny blood-colored flames everywhere.

Gradually, even his own essence and blood burned.

He felt his consciousness getting more and more blurred, and when he was about to die, he suddenly understood something and let out a sneer. What he was thinking at the moment was: "This demon woman's magic weapon looks weird, but in fact, the principle of killing people is similar to my cold ice sword intent, and when it comes to subtlety, it is not as good as my cold ice sword qi."

"Tianyi Gate is nothing more than that." This was his last thought on earth.

As soon as Zhonglang was about to die, Mu Sangu seemed to feel something, the blood red in her eyes gradually faded, and she seemed to regain her senses.

It's just that her eyes are hollow and her gaze is dim, and she doesn't seem to have recovered much.

She floated in the air, a smile on her face, and flicked the blood into the air.

Bloodlight suddenly burst out of the inside with cyan flames, and within a moment they turned to ashes.

This bloodlight whisk was given to her by Qu Changsheng, and she didn't want it to fall into the hands of the enemy, so she ignited the Nine Shadows and Green Hellfire inside the whisk, burning this peerless magic weapon to the ground.

She watched the dust turn into dust, smiled, and turned into a wisp of red smoke, completely disappearing from the world.

The body of the lieutenant general fell from a high altitude, and several monks in the distance saw it and hurriedly came over to catch his body.

When the monks saw that he looked no different from his usual appearance, and that he was too dead to die, they all secretly wondered what kind of evil magic the enemy had used

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Fang Buyi and the others flew day and night, flying towards the lofty mountains and mountains, until they flew north for more than 2,000 miles, and then landed in a dense forest of high mountains.

Jiang Liu'er only had the cultivation in the early stage of foundation building, and she was not skilled enough to control the flying sword, so it took more than 2,000 miles a day and a night.

Fang Buyi's Fire Spirit Treasure Clothes were completely scrapped two hours after flying away from Tiandu Peak, completely losing any possibility of repair.

Although it was scrapped, it was something that Grandpa Peach had left him, and it was still a priceless treasure in his heart, so he carefully put it away and put it in a storage bag.

After a day's journey, Jiang Liu'er was a little tired, and it was difficult to control the flying sword, so the five of them found a spacious cave in the forest and wanted to rest here for a night.

At this time, it was dusk of the second day, Fang Buyi went to the forest to shoot a few big birds that he had never seen before, and went to the mountain stream to peel and wash, returned to the cave to make a fire and roast it, and the five of them surrounded the bonfire and sat in a circle.

Fang Buyi and Jiang Liu'er sat on Liu Yu's left and right respectively, for fear that Jiang would enter the sea and Qu Changsheng would be embarrassed.

When Fang Buyi was a beggar, he also roasted a few times of fat chicken and duck, and at this time, he was very cooked, and he was actually roasted with color and fragrance, and even experts like Jiang Ruhai praised it when he saw it.

"Wonderful, wonderful! Little brother Buyi, it turns out that you still have these two moments, why haven't I seen you do it before? Now it's okay, we will have a good mouth every day in the future! ”

"Uncle Beggar, more than ten years ago, you also gave me a roast chicken, and I still remember it in my heart. Now these two big birds, one of them is all yours, and we will be even, don't say I owe you anything! ”

Jiang Izumi laughed.

Jiang Liu'er was curious, and hurriedly asked what was going on. Jiang Yihai briefly told Fang Buyi about meeting Fang Buyi on the streets of Tongzhou back then.

As he spoke, the two big birds were roasted to five or six medium boils, their skins were golden brown, oozing oil, and dripping in the fire, making people salivate.

Jiang Ruhai was already impatient, took out a knife, cut the fattest part of his buttocks, inserted it with a knife, blew twice, and then put it in his mouth and chewed it.

"Delicious, delicious! I haven't eaten anything so delicious in three years, and I'm so hungry. Jiang Ruhai was eating, and at the same time praised Fang Buyi's baking technique.

Although he is a monk, he has never opened up valleys, and has always been accompanied by big wine and meat, and he is never taboo.

Fang Buyi saw that Jiang Yuhai was happy to eat, and couldn't help but say: "It's a pity that there is no wine!" Uncle beggar, when I met you back then, I saw you eating meat and drinking at the same time, not to mention how envious I was. But then again, the wine you drink can't be considered a good wine, if you can drink the thousand-year-old peach blossom wine brewed by me, then it's called pleasure! ”

Jiang Ikaidao: "Oh, you actually make wine?" You kid is getting more and more appetizing for me. I don't have any hobbies in my life, but my favorite thing is fine wine. Hehe, what kind of thousand-year-old peach blossom wine, if you don't brew a few bottles for me, I will never let you go! ”

Fang Buyi said: "What's so difficult about that?" This time, I brought out the seeds of many thousand-year-old peach trees from the Peach Blossom Valley, and after planting, I will send you a few bottles during the New Year's holidays. ”

Jiang Kouhai said indistinctly: "Not bad...... You kid...... Have a conscience. While talking, eating meat over and over again, Jiang Liu'er couldn't help but laugh when she saw him like this.

As he spoke, the big birds were all roasted until they were ripe. Jiang Liu'er and Fang Buyi, like Jiang Zhuhai, have never had the habit of opening the valley, and they also ate it.

Liu Yu didn't want to eat it, but under Jiang Liu'er's persuasion, he also ate a few pieces, but he felt that the skin was crispy and the meat was crispy, fat but not greasy, and he praised Fang Buyi's craftsmanship again and again.

The four laughed.

Only Qu Zhi didn't say a word, his face was calm, and he seemed to be thinking about something.