The illusion of the Ice Serpent has reappeared.

Jia Yucong and Long Wumian teamed up to cast a spell and escorted the three of them out of the Heavenly Sleep Temple.

The two of them wanted to rush back to the ancient city of Taihong, so they parted ways with Fenglan.

Fenglan rushed to the battlefield of the battle between the good and evil factions.

Unexpectedly, halfway through, I met dozens of people including Gu Feng, who were besieged by more than 100 people.

"Alliance leader."

Gourd Feng was badly injured, but still made a loud sound.

The besieging people were stunned, and they all went out of the battlefield to confront Fenglan.

"Alliance leader, the alliance of good people is divided and fighting each other."

Gu Feng said with regret and pain on his face.

"Who's making the coax?"

Feng Lan asked lightly.

His murderous might had already locked on more than a hundred others.

Gourd's face sank, and he had mixed tastes.

Undoubtedly, there were people he already considered to be better friends.

"Pass on the order of the leader of this alliance, and everyone who votes under the banner of the good people alliance will immediately join the leader of this alliance.

Make a list of all the troublemakers and send them to me.

Remember, no one should be left behind. ”

Fenglan sacrificed the seven-star immortal sword and slashed straight at more than 100 people.

More than 100 people were prepared and suddenly joined forces to fight against the storm.

It's just that the wind is like a mountain falling from the sky, slowly pressing down, and the surrounding wind and snow turn into sharp blades, shuttling wantonly.

The light on the Seven Star Immortal Sword gradually turned into a small sword behind the sword, and the ten thousand swords moved with the wind.

Feng Lan saw the despair on the other party's face, and felt pity in his heart.

In fact, he was shocked at how strong he was.

Such power is definitely not something that can be cast by a mid-level cultivator in the divine realm.

He immediately floated past everyone, and he actually pressed his killing intent.

"The leader of this alliance has something to do and walks away for a while, and he has also had it.

This time, the whole alliance can avoid death once. ”

Fenglan did not stop and continued to hurry.

He understood that there should be no Madonna plot, and that there should be no soft-heartedness towards these monks who were accustomed to 'licking' blood from their knives and who were ready to become outlaws.

It's just that the power that is particularly unmatched makes him make a choice that goes against his original intentions.

Be forgiving and forgiving.

You have to choose to figure out what the power you cast when you first burst out.

When Feng Lan was sure that there was no one around, he gently pressed his left arm.

Now it's a black and red thing wrapped in colorful crystals, more mysterious, more weird.

The two people of the Good People League were also shocked.

If Fenglan kills the killer, it will be more than 200 people plus a group, and it will only be more than 200 corpses.

Everyone escaped death and cherished it.

The two sides that had just fought the war immediately made an appointment, acted separately, and passed on the orders of the alliance leader.

There were a few monks who thought deeply, and they were very keenly aware that the wind seemed to come out of the ground, and it became so strong, it should be related to the legendary god tomb.

However, isn't the tomb of the gods under the competition between good and evil?

Here's the tricky question.

A thoughtful monk like this will grow into many eyes and influence those around him, consciously or unconsciously.

* * *

Fenglan was the first to meet Li Feiyun and others.

They were fighting fiercely with the disciples of the Demon Sect, and the magic weapons of the fairy sword were criss-crossed, and the sound was continuous.

Fenglan's addition made the Demon Sect disciples quickly move from victory to defeat.

"This little bastard, why did Dao Xing suddenly rise so fast?"

A white and chubby young man on the Demon Sect's side said in shock.

He glanced at the ugly young man, and the two of them attacked the wind one on the left and one on the right.

The disciples of the righteous path all use the sword as a magic weapon.

Demon Sect disciples, not so,

There are weird squares dotted with red or black dots,

There is a magic weapon like a strip of cloth,

There are even wicker, abacus and other extremely powerful magic weapons.

The magic weapon of the white fat boy is like a fluted wicker, and the tip of the wicker seems to be covered with mud.

As long as the white fat boy picks it up, the snowflakes turn into flying dirt, covering a space, and then like a mud pile hitting the wind.

The ugly boy is the defeated general of Fenglan's subordinates, and the fangs magic weapon comes first, and it is even more damaging.

Fenglan didn't dare to slack off, but he also relied on the power of the fairy sword and slashed at the wicker with a sword.

"Bah~"

The fat white boy was not in a hurry and recited the incantation.

I saw a towering weeping willow quickly appear on the wicker, and the dense willow branches were rolled upside down, swept in the wind.

The ugly boy's fanged magic weapon was cleverly hidden in the willow branches, waiting for an opportunity.

Fenglan's heart is clear, and the battle in the Lost Valley has caused the Demon Sect disciples to lose face, and they are ready to find a place back.

Therefore, today's fighting method is to show the hole cards, without any bit of hiding.

Feng Lan snorted coldly, and the seven-star immortal sword changed from the point of splitting, and suddenly a big red star was fixed among the willow branches that floated and swept over.

"Come on."

The ugly boy's fangs shot out and struck the façade of the storm.

After the ugly boy was defeated last time, he tried hard to find a strategy against the enemy, and it was expected that once Fenglan cast the powerful Palm Heaven Twenty-Eight Style, there would definitely be a flaw.

In fact, the ugly boy is extremely talented and has extraordinary understanding, and he is expected to be no worse at all.

It's just that Fenglan is wary.

His left hand was caught in the air, and a large handprint appeared in the air, directly grasping the fanged magic weapon.

"Huh~"

The ugly boy was shocked and immediately recalled the magic weapon.

Feng Lan didn't wait to cast the second star, swung his sword in his right hand, and the big red star slashed towards the towering weeping willow of the white fat boy.

The starlight flew by, and the towering weeping willows were torn apart.

The white fat boy's incantation suddenly became high-pitched, and the towering weeping willows became more and more vibrant, and the injuries he suffered quickly healed.

Fenglan Imperial Sword volleyed in the air, looked at the white fat boy in front of him in great surprise, and said in his heart: The Demon Sect has not been extinguished for more than 10,000 years, and you can get a glimpse or two from this white fat young man.

The ugly young man asked angrily in shock: "Fenglan, you, a demon, can you take my magic weapon with your bare hands?" ”

His suspicions will not be wrong in the slightest.

Feng Lan said coldly: "After three days, you must be impressed. In just a few days, you have made great progress. It's just, it's a pity. ”

Feng Lan cast the spell again, and the whole person seemed to be standing in the eye of the waves and storms, and the wind and snow condensed around the Seven Star Sword gradually became the tide trend.

The wind melted into the tide, and savagely rushed towards the towering weeping willows of the white fat boy.

"Oh yes, the tides in the candle sky." The white fat boy screamed and said loudly, "Let's go, let's go, don't fall in love." ”

The fat white boy suddenly shot out a ball of white light.

Without waiting for the wind to react, he rushed into the range of three zhang, and exploded violently, the sky was full of white fog, and there was no human figure.

The Demon Sect disciples immediately retreated.

Fenglan did not dare to cross the white fog to pursue and rendezvous with his fellow disciples.

"Your good people, disperse."

Bao Ping'an rolled his eyes and said.

In the battle just now, Bao Ping'an resisted the two Demon Sect disciples, and he was in danger, but he also resisted, and he was a little angry at the moment.

"Where did you go?"

Zhuo Yifan asked suddenly, his face full of resentment.

"I don't know, chasing and killing two white shadows has been going for a long time."

Feng Lan is making up nonsense.

Anyway, everything in the Heavenly Sleep Temple can't be said outside.

"Let's hurry over and join the sect."

After being urged by the storm, he took the lead in setting off with Edgeworth.

People don't believe it, and there is no way.

Along the way, he encountered the ambush of the Demon Sect led by the white fat boy several times, and he suffered a lot.

Everyone is an elite, and it is very difficult to kill each other's people.

For Fenglan, it is necessary to deliberately suppress the power and adapt to the force.

He is like a young beast that has just escaped from its mother's body, but he has natural divine powers, which are always revealed inadvertently.

It's just that his magic weapons, supernatural powers, and even the power of his body and soul will be eaten up to a large extent.

Only by slowly adapting to the changes in power, gradually dissolving and controlling.

Feng Lan and the others discussed countermeasures and moved forward according to the plan, but they didn't see the demon sect disciples led by the white fat boy.

Fenglan cursed that the white fat man was a ghost elf, and the next time they met, they would definitely be killed.

"I know who he is." Li Feiyun said coldly, "He should be the nineteenth generation of Xuanwu, one of the four protectors of the Demon Sect. ”

Bao Ping'an said: "That weird wicker, could it be the 'source of life', one of the rumored holy relics of the Demon Sect?" ”

"Nuwa's wicker for creating people?"

Feng Lan thought of myths and legends and asked directly.

Who knows, there are no myths such as Pangu and Nuwa in this world.

"The Demon Sect calls it 'Xianwa Niangniang'." Ji Daren pondered and said, "No wonder this Demon Sect disciple is so difficult to deal with. ”

"As long as we fly higher and fly in a fan-shaped formation, we can break it." Feng Lan said, "I will take the lead, Senior Brother Li and Senior Brother Xiong are the two wings." This time, as long as they dare to probe, bite them, and destroy them. ”

The disciples of the Palm Heaven Sect acted according to the plan.

That knows, the white fat boy seemed to have a complete grasp of his whereabouts, but he set up an ambush on a tall ice peak.

The disciples of the Demon Sect fought in five ways, quickly cutting and surrounding the disciples of the Palm Heaven Sect.

This time, Feng Lan was no longer suppressing the power, but let it explode naturally, defeating the white fat boy head-on, and almost killing the white fat boy with a sword.

"Mayay!"

The white fat boy escaped with a secret magic weapon.

Seeing that Fenglan continued to rush and kill, he immediately whistled and beckoned everyone to retreat.

The white fat boy raised three strange-shaped magic weapons, and fought in the upper, middle and lower ways, giving his own people to retreat and grab time.

Fenglan had to deal with it carefully.

Even with the Seven-Star Immortal Sword, he couldn't directly break the opponent's strange magic weapon.

"Fenglan, I 'slept' with that little beauty from the Heavenly Sword Sect.

It can be seen that the sassy girl is moved by you. ”

When the white fat boy saw his own people retreating, he immediately withdrew from the battle circle and said with a wicked smile.

Feng Lan was stunned, and after thinking quickly, he said coldly: "Demon Sect Demon, I underestimate the leader of this alliance too much. ”

I don't know why, Fenglan's anger rushed upward, regardless of it, and pounced on the white fat boy.

The white fat boy was not afraid at all, summoned a turtle with wings, and rode the turtle into the vast snowflakes.

Feng Lan immediately suppressed his unaware anger and discussed with his fellow disciples to move forward.

Finally, he met the seven disciples of the Heavenly Dragon Hall who had been killed and scattered.

The little monk was too seriously injured and was already dying.

Fenglan took out the spirit fruit and helped him heal.

The disciples of the Heavenly Dragon Hall said that the fierce battle between the two realms of the main and demonic realms began, and all the factions were killed, and the demon sect side was also dispersed.

The elders of the various factions, when they saw the Heavenly Palace appearing in the sky, all rushed into the Heavenly Palace, and their whereabouts are still unknown.