The avenue is fifty, the sky is forty-nine, and people are one of them!

Zhen Ying's body was shining red at the moment, and the overwhelming pressure disappeared under the shining of this miracle red, and in a flash, her body, which had no momentum, disappeared in the explosion.

When Xin Shiniang in the red dress heard the greeting, she also saw this vision, followed Zhen Ying's figure, and traced the source.

The gap between yin and yang, the statue of the mountain god Junjun overlooking everything, and the corner of his mouth still had a sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth that saw Zhen Ying soaring into the sky with the help of the red dress fourteen niang's jade waist bow.

Then, with a bang, a red light flashed, crashing through the big face of the idol phantom, and continued to soar into the sky, disappearing.

Immediately behind him, when the slightly slower red dress Xin Shi Niang arrived, she happened to see the phantom of the god statue slowly dissipating, and there was still a hint of sarcastic smile on the corner of her mouth, which shocked Xin Shi Niang in the red dress.

The divine power that covered the sky just now is vivid!

Now the sarcastic smile, but to whom?

Suncheon?

Against the sky?

Who is right and who is wrong?

Zhen Ying didn't have the heart to pay attention to the psychological changes of Xin Shi Niang in the red dress at this time, and the sword qi of the Shuren in the realm of Pifu was full of energy, driving his body like the sharpest flying sword.

Broke through the upside-down Lingshou Mountain!

Crashed through the phantom of the statue of the mountain god Junjun who didn't have time to react!

Crash into the real Lingshou Mountain!

Finally broke out of the mountain.

The gray world is no longer in front of me, but the sun is shining brightly and the sky is clear.

Zhen Ying was suspended in the air.

At this moment, he didn't need to dance the spear like a dancing technique, he relied on his majestic sword qi to levitate steadily in the air.

Standing high in the sky with his hands in his hands, overlooking the infinite rivers and mountains of Da Kun, he climbed the high-rise tower of the City God Temple in Jinling Zhen's house and overlooked the panic and anxiety of the Quartet, and disappeared under the shining of the miracle red around him, and he only felt that the world was so big that he could go there!

"Junjun, you."

The red dress Xin Shiniang also returned to the yang world, unlike Zhen Ying's appreciation of the picturesque rivers and mountains, she noticed the mountain god Junjun for the first time.

But I saw that in the main hall of the mountain god Junjun Temple, the statue of the god had been cracked.

In the middle is the ripples of unstable and fluctuating space, revealing the scene in the small cave.

The majestic and domineering mountain god Junjun before sat weakly on the throne at this moment, and there was no longer the indifference of the gods and Buddhas overlooking everything, and there were many emotions such as shock, incredulity, shame and indignation in his eyes.

Zhen Ying heard the voice, looked down, and saw this scene through the roof of the main hall that was broken by him, and with a movement in his heart, the miracle red light of the sword qi of the Shuren retracted into his body, and the whole person fell from the sky, through the big hole in the roof, and a standard superhero landing posture fell heavily to the ground.

And the idol that was already cracked, under this impact, completely cracked and fell.

"What about now?"

Zhen Ying held a spear in her hand, stood upright on the spot, and looked at the mountain god Junjun in the small cave through the ripples in the space.

"If it weren't for the Empress Jedi Tiantong, you would be so rampant!"

The mountain god Junjun loses and does not lose the battle.

"Let Sister Xin's family go."

Zhen Ying didn't refute this sentence, and pointed the spear at the mountain god Junjun.

If it weren't for the Empress Jedi Tiantong, who cut off most of the connection between the Mountain God Junjun and the Heavenly Court, and greatly reduced her strength, it would be really hard to say the result of this duel.

Based on the performance just now, these grassroots civil servants in the Heavenly Court of the Mountain God Land are definitely not as humble and incompetent as described in Journey to the West.

And it can only be said that the horror of those big demons who can detain these mountain gods and lands with identity and ability as slaves is not something that can be described in a few words.

The complacency just now dissipated a little.

"Humph!"

The mountain god Junjun sat there with his body propped up, facing Zhen Ying's threat, snorted coldly, and turned his head away, looking like he was unwilling to bow his head if he wanted to kill or chop.

"Sister Xin, can you sense the location of your family?"

Zhen Ying looked at the red dress Xin Shi Niang.

Xin Shi Niang in the red dress closed her eyes and sensed it, nodded and said: "Jun Jun is seriously injured and his breath is unstable, I have already sensed the location where my father and sisters are being detained." ”

"That's good."

Zhen Ying smiled and nodded, and then the spear flashed red and stabbed it with a shot.

The tip of the spear instantly pierced through the spatial ripples, entered the small cave sky, and stabbed at the mountain god Junjun on the throne.

"Don't!"

"Baoyu, don't!"

Two moving voices rang out.

The first one is naturally the red skirt Xin Shi Niang.

And the second course is a little unfamiliar.

The tip of the spear stopped in front of the eyebrows of the mountain god Junjun, and the barrel of the gun was firmly held in the palm of Zhen Ying's hand.

This urgency stopped.

The spear that was originally made of extraordinary material, under the repeated infusion of a large number of Shuren sword qi, was like a dead branch in Grandma Liu's hand, it could no longer be supported and shattered.

Zhen Ying let go of the broken spear and turned to look at another female voice, but saw a beautiful woman wearing a palace skirt and dressed as a female official, flying over and stretching out her hand to stop her.

Seeing that Zhen Ying had stopped it in time, her expression relaxed a little, and she landed beside Zhen Ying, her eyes were relieved, and she couldn't help but reach out and touch Zhen Ying's face: "Baoyu, you have lost weight." ”

"What do you call this sister?"

Zhen Ying avoided the outstretched hand of the female official in the palace skirt, and asked with a smile, "Isn't it Jia Baoyu that you are talking about?" I'm not him! ”

"What?"

The female official in the palace skirt was stunned for a moment, and looked at Zhen Ying carefully: "You are not Baoyu?" ”

"I'm Baoyu!"

Zhen Ying smiled: "But I'm real, he's fake, I'm not him!" ”

"True Treasure Jade?"

The palace skirt lady's heart moved, revealing a sudden look: "Aren't you the treasure jade that the Zhen family in Jiangnan lost?" ”

"Exactly."

Zhen Ying looked at the female official in the palace skirt, looked at the other party's beautiful face like a bright moon, and said with a smile: "Sister Mo is not the Yuanchun sister of the Jia family?" ”

At this moment, he is no longer the caged bird with innate divine power.

With his innate divine power and human sword energy, and with the butterfly view on his body, the sky is no longer his limit.

Even if he still doesn't dare to return to the weird Zhen family, here in Dakun Kyoto, there is no need to worry about who can coerce him to go back.

In this case, there is no need to hide the hidden identity.

"It's me."

The female official in the palace skirt was Jia Yuanchun, and when she heard Zhen Ying confess her identity at this moment, she bowed her head and said: "I have always heard that the Zhen family in Jiangnan also has a Baoyu, which is exactly the same as my Baoyu, we just think it is the exaggerated words of the mother-in-law, I didn't expect it to be so similar." ”

"Really like that?"

Zhen Ying touched her face and said a little unhappily: "But my face is not big~"

"That's why I was wrong, thinking that I hadn't seen my brother for two years, and my brother had lost weight."

Jia Yuanchun pursed his lips and smiled: "It's also taller, a little more heroic, and a little less fat." ”

Speaking of this, there was a little gloom and melancholy on the beautiful face.

"Luckily, fortunately."

Zhen Ying smiled: "I don't want to be called a big-faced treasure. ”

Jia Yuanchun, who is as beautiful as the bright moon: "......"