Hearing this, the pen and ink envoys and the blood and ink envoys heard this, their expressions became more solemn, their skills have already advanced to the realm of the third type of people, although they are not the top, but they are far from being at the bottom, these thunderbolts are powerful, if they can't see a power, it is too humiliating for them.

"I'm afraid it's the monster's comrade." Feng Zheng gritted his teeth and said, the Demon Deeper Conference should be strong because of the momentum of Mozong, and it is also the reputation of Mozong that should be promoted.

These guests are not stupid, in the face of the competition between the two powers, especially between the two big men of Mozong and Dongji Gate, they all maintain a good relationship, this time if the demon Deepavali conference is different, Mozong will lose face, I am afraid that it will make some people who sit on the wall and watch even more fall to Dongji Gate.

Such a scene is something Feng Zheng never wants to see no matter what, and now, the arrow is on the string, and it has to be sent, even if there are great casualties, it must be held smoothly, otherwise, it will cause people to laugh and laugh, and it will really be worse to help the East Pole Gate.

The two ink envoys are both veterans of the Mo Sect, and they have followed Feng Zheng for many years, seeing Feng Zheng's expression so solemn at this time, they also guessed in their hearts, and immediately put on a look of hatred and hatred: "For the sake of the sect master's plan, his subordinates will never give up." ”

Feng Zheng also showed a relieved smile, nodded to the two, and then turned his gaze to the sky again, he knew that the seventh thunder was coming.

But what he didn't know was that the sky was thundering, where was it coming for their Mo Sect, and the so-called monsters were in the same party, and it was even more unrelated.

Such a thunder in the sky must be a vision of heaven and earth, and a vision of heaven and earth is rare in a hundred years.

The real target of Tianlei was nothing more than Wu Qiufang in the small firewood room of the Mo Sect.

The young man was so painful that he couldn't stop rolling on the bed, and the time of a stick of incense had passed, but the pain did not have the slightest intention of receding, but with each thunder falling, it would deepen a little more.

Ren is Wu Qiufang's meek and mellow temperament, and he can't help but scold Li Changfeng in his heart, how can this stinky boy who has been stabbed with a thousand knives always make claims regardless of other people's ideas, although the sword pattern has not caused a major problem, but if it is really as Li Changfeng said in the dream, Qiufang is still a little afraid in his heart.

If he turned red in the eye that day and slashed at Zhang Qi with a sword, I am afraid that the person with a different head will be himself.

Now Li Changfeng gave him another treasure, not to mention how valuable this treasure is, even if it is a treasure of an immortal, he has to be blessed and can afford it. At present, he is in unbearable pain, like ten thousand arrows piercing his heart, and whether he can survive the severe pain of piercing his heart and cutting out his bones has to be weighed again, not to mention how amazing this treasure is.

Thinking about it, Qiu Fang couldn't help but scold: "The next time I see this stinky boy, I must peel his skin and pull his tendons." ”

The young man rarely quarrels with people, and he doesn't have much control over vulgar language, only thinking that he has read the story of Nezha in the book, and feels that cramping and peeling is the most ruthless move for a person.

But scolding and scolding can't stop the seventh thunder from falling, and it can't stop the more intense pain. The muffled hum of the autumn boat sounded at the same time as the sound of thunder and explosion.

In an instant, Qiu Fang actually felt that his internal organs were bursting at the same time, the muscles and bones and blood vessels were broken inch by inch, the cold sweat on the forehead condensed together, and the blood in his throat was also difficult to suppress, and finally spurted out.

"Are you going to die?"

Qiu Fang said in horror, earlier today, he never imagined that such an ordinary night would encounter such a bizarre accident, a strange dream, a fierce thunder, in his somewhat vague consciousness like fragments.

I haven't been able to meet Master yet, and I haven't figured out anything about the Deepavali Conference.

Oh, by the way, there is also the bloody case, who is the murderer behind the scenes, why is it not the time when Cao Zibu investigates, all kinds of thoughts come to Qiu Fang's mind, and he actually feels a little unwilling.

Obviously, when I was in the mountains, I was carefree, and I never worried about these trivial things that seemed to be related to me, but in fact I didn't want to pay attention to them at all.

But after going down the mountain for more than a month, he also began to worry about the mundane affairs of the world.

Yan Qingyun didn't teach him any big truths, eating, sleeping, and cultivating, with these three things, life is enough. Yan Qingyun did this, Wu Qiufang naturally learned like this, and he also thought that his life would be spent in these three ordinary and ordinary things, but he never felt different.

But after all, he is a man in the world, and he has a role in the grand narrative of fate, and he will inevitably step into the world and strive forward for the great cause of others.

Perhaps, this is the catastrophe that Yan Qingyun said.

The number of lives is like weaving, and it is impossible to escape the catastrophe.

Qiu Fang sweated like rain, but he didn't forget to smile bitterly, it turned out that the catastrophe could really not be escaped, but after he died, would the master regret pushing him down the mountain gate.

Yes, and Fu Zhi, if she can't go back, will the little junior sister shed tears for her death.

Qiu Fang suddenly thought about it, it seemed that he was tortured to death by one eye, and it seemed that he was too cowardly, so it was better not to let the little junior sister know.

Thinking about this section, his curled up body tightened a little tighter, if he said that he was fighting against the thunder, it was the sky, and when it reached the ears of the little junior sister, he could also praise him, saying that he was a tough man, after all, he died in pain in the heart of the young man There is still some grade behind.

At this time, Fu Zhi's voice and smile appeared in front of his eyes one after another, and he didn't know if it was because of the pain, his five senses had gradually become numb, except for Fu Zhi, his left eye could no longer see anything else, and the table and lampstand placed in this room had long since disappeared.

In the layers of dark clouds, the golden light surged, the eighth heavenly thunder was waiting for an opportunity, Feng Zheng and the others were waiting for it, when the last heavenly thunder fell, this Protector Sect enchantment was already crumbling, although all the disciples were called out, and the enchantment continued to deliver mana for the enchantment, but the enchantment was still in danger, and I was afraid that it would be difficult to resist the new thunder.

"Little Senior Brother, will we go out together tomorrow?"

Unlike the Mo Sect master who was preparing to fight with the Heavenly Thunder, Qiu Fang's lead-like mind suddenly flashed the words that Fu Zhi had said.

Yes, the little sister still has to play with her by herself, if she dies here today, is it treacherous.

Although the young man couldn't perceive the love of those men and women, the throbbing in his heart sent a hope of life to the beating of his heart.

Qiu Fang couldn't help but support his thin body and wanted to get up from the bed, but his arms were extremely weak, and in a short moment, the person fell down again. He thought of the sword pattern on his eyebrows again, didn't Li Changfeng say the life-saving sword, why is there no movement at this moment, is it possible to save the life of a dead person?

Qiu Fang no longer cared about any etiquette, and took a sip. He was not afraid of death, but was the scene in front of him really the scene he wanted to see?

The answer is naturally no, if you can't enter this world, people will fall into the trap of seven emotions and six desires. Wu Ma Shuo was never afraid of death, but in the end he became a demon in order to seek immortality; Yan Qingyun is not afraid of death, but he picks up those troubled dust for the sake of the world.

Wu Qiufang was also not afraid of death, but after all, he had someone to worry about, he gasped heavily, a dull sound squeezed out of his throat, his teeth bit his thin lips, his tooth marks were deep, and blood beads were dripping.

The eighth heavenly thunder, no longer waiting!

With this roar, no one slept in Los Angeles tonight. Feng Zheng made a move with both hands, was held up by Mo Hai, standing in mid-air, many people had gathered behind him, and the masters of the Mo Sect poured out of the nest, all of them were waiting for each other, and they all tried their best, and a huge ink pillar with the strength of many people rose from the ground, bound to stop this heavenly thunder falling from the sky.

The enchantment shattered in response!

The young and shallow disciples fell to the ground one after another, they all injected mana into the Protector Sect Enchantment, and the huge impact force made them suffer backlash, and their bodies were so excited that their qi and blood surged, their bodies were unstable, and they fell to the ground, looking like there was nothing serious.

Only those masters who have a good foundation work together to urge the ink pillar to resist, and everyone works together, and the power is naturally not small, colliding with the heavenly thunder in mid-air, the violent explosion is deafening, and then the ink splashes everywhere. But Thunder also seemed to be a little painful, so he withdrew his hand and ended in a draw.

Above the sky, there was an instant silence, only the torrential rain was still crackling.

Everyone's bodies shook for a while, and they used all their strength to strike just now, and finally resisted the heavenly thunder, but their own consumption was not small, and even more so, they had already gasped.

"Eight thunderbolts, there is such power."

Although the barrier had been broken, after all, there were no substantial casualties, Feng Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, but in an instant, he thought of something again, and suddenly shouted: "Be careful! One more hit! ”

Let's say, the sea of ink rolls even harder. Everyone was stunned, gasping, this eighth heavenly thunder has already made them do their best, if there is still a ninth heavenly thunder, it must be even more powerful, if you want to retreat again, I am afraid that it is too beautiful.

At this moment, the rain was still heavy, and the subordinates who had never practiced in the Mo Sect were all closed, and they didn't dare to poke their heads out to take a look. And the barrier has been broken, and the masters of the Mo Sect are racking their brains to think about how to deal with the ninth heavenly thunder, so no one notices the vision in the small firewood room.

In Wu Qiufang's room, there was a golden light scurrying around.

Just as the eighth heavenly thunder fell, with his heart-rending roar, a golden light burst out from his phoenix eyes, and in a short time, this golden light converged into a small golden ball, jumping up and down in the small firewood room.

Qiu Fang was stunned for a moment, and when the golden light left his right eye, most of the pain disappeared, but the injury left by the severe pain still proved that it was not a dream.

He thought of Li Changfeng's words again, it seemed that this golden ball was the culprit that made him feel painful, that is, the secret treasure that Li Changfeng gave him, he hurriedly got up to chase it, but the golden light was too fast, and when it was speeding in the air, it faintly left a series of afterimages.

"So fast!" Qiu Fang watched the golden ball scurrying around in an orderly manner, and said dumbfounded, but at this moment, he had already found that the Mo Sect's Protector Sect Barrier had disappeared for some reason, and he could no longer feel the vague sense of oppression.

Thinking of this, he no longer procrastinated, pulled his shirt to wipe the blood that was about to freeze at the corner of his mouth, and made a few more strokes with his right hand, and a prison talisman was completed, instantly turning into a fine net, and rushing towards the golden ball.

The trajectory of the small ball suddenly changed, and it rushed directly towards Wu Qiufang regardless of the capture of the big net.

The young man was stunned for a moment, and was about to use some more means, when the small ball turned into a golden light and shot back into the young man's right eye.

At this point, the sound of thunder moves again!