The thirteen Demon Sect disciples led by Xuanwu skillfully besieged Fenglan.

The other Demon Sect disciples desperately entangled the other righteous path disciples.

Feng Lan gradually felt that the restraint and imprisonment on his body increased, and his movements were sluggish.

"My surname is Wind." Xuanwu smiled lightly and said, "Ten thousand years ago, my vein was a major sect and a long branch, and Flame City was a small sect and the last branch."

Xuanwu took out a very delicate lizard skin from his arms, as if soaked in ink, vivid.

"Yours has a red snakeskin, right?"

"Moreover, your snakeskin has already melted into your body, so it will be restrained by the blood of the lizard."

Xuanwu put away the lizard skin, and suddenly raised his voice and shouted, "Fenglan, will it come down? If I don't surrender, after today's battle, I will be the only one left in the Feng Clan's bloodline!"

Fenglan's heart continues to set off turbulent waves.

This matter has never been passed down by the ancestors.

The Feng family of Flame City was originally a big family, and after several tribulations, only the Fenglan ancestor was left, and more than ten generations in a row were all in one line.

Perhaps, Fenglan's ancestors have already broken off the inheritance related to the Feng family, and only kept the incense burner, snake skin, and small axe, which have long been abolished, as heirlooms.

Fenglan was forced to retreat by the joint efforts of the thirteen people, and he had no power to attack.

He quickly made a choice, he had to find a way to break the restraint in addition to the mountain and river tricks.

The target is directly onto the black fire.

Fenglan took the opportunity to take out the boat, and directly cast a spell to absorb the black fire, causing the fire to enter the body.

Yin and Yang Mantra, Yin Mantra, and Heart Appreciation Mantra, once it is in operation, the heart field resounds, and the sound of sparks exploding.

"Dare to lead the black fire into the body, what a ruthless person." Xuanwu exclaimed and commanded, "Withdraw, don't fight."

The Demon Sect disciples immediately retreated in an orderly manner.

Fenglan couldn't cry or laugh, unable to catch up, and could only watch them retreat.

Suddenly, poof~, the black fire in the heart field ignited, burning along the scales.

The scale light was the red snakeskin, which covered Fenglan's whole body.

However, outsiders could not see any signs of the black fire burning.

Fenglan stood with his sword on his hand, his face full of tiredness.

Zhuo Yifan has the deepest relationship with Fenglan, and he has never seen Fenglan's expression so hard.

"Senior brother, are you sick?"

"Nope." Feng Lan groaned, "I am the Feng family of Flame City, and the demon sect disciple Xuanwu is the Feng family of the quicksand realm. 10,000 years ago, we were afraid of being a family."

"Exactly." An older disciple of the Heavenly Dragon Hall said, "Grand Master Tianhong is a mother and twins, who have been separated since childhood. His elder brother Tianchang is from the same door as the Heavenly Tibetan Buddha Master of my Buddha Sect."

Feng Lan smiled bitterly, and said in his heart: "This time I go back to the mountain gate, the righteous path may not be able to tolerate me."

"Ten thousand years ago, that ancestor of the Yuan family was still from the Demon Sect." Bao Ping'an pouted and said, "Senior brother, don't be burdened. Let's find a place first, rest and rest, and find a way to deal with that dead fat man."

The two ways of righteousness and demons originate from the old age of the Nine Sages.

Therefore, in the magnificent years of overthrowing the Heavenly Demon Royal Court, the human race did not have the view of the gateway between good and evil.

Everyone find a place to shelter from the wind and snow and recuperate with peace of mind.

Feng Lan concentrates on running the Mind Appreciation Mantra, is familiar with the black fire, and controls the black fire.

He hadn't watched the Ice Heart Mantra of the Yang Mantra yet, but since he entered the Fish Head Space, as long as he ran the Heart Appreciation Mantra, the situation was very different.

Even more mysterious is the mountain and river formula, which comes from the whispering sound in the misty fantasy.

Feng Lan thought of the scene in the small building where the pale golden light lingered, and he always felt that the person who couldn't see it was very likely to be the white paper man who was killed by himself.

"Did you think of me?"

A familiar voice came to my ears.

The wind was startled and looked around vigilantly, but there was no one in sight.

"Is it possible for me to die so easily?

I will be your second shadow, and one day, I will leave you and be reborn.

Now, you have to think about the real thing

To kill me, you must first kill yourself."

A faint, defiant voice.

Feng Lan was helpless, shook his head, and quietly carried the black fire for a big week, and black ashes floated out of the seven orifices between long breaths.

"You're smart enough to think so quickly of breaking the bloodline restraint.

However, that young man, you can't kill him, his bloodline is stronger than yours."

After hearing this, Fenglan stopped talking.

It is not known that he is talking to something that cannot be seen or touched.

It was getting dark.

There was an uneasy atmosphere in the crowd.

"The deeper you go into the snowy region, the stronger the power of imprisonment." Li Feiyun said, "The rumored magic forbidden land is probably true."

"Your ancestor is the only one who has ever entered that magical forbidden land."

When Yang Ye spoke, he looked at the tall and mighty Xiong Potian, as if to say that the other one is your ancestor.

Li Tianyan and Xiongtian Martial Artist brothers are the two most powerful under the Nine Sages.

At their peak, the two of them cultivated the truth and walked completely above the Nine Sages, stepping into the legendary "Heavenly Realm".

The myths and legends of the two are better than the nine saints of the human race, and they are the symbol of the strongest form of the human race's cultivation.

"Since it is a forbidden land, of course, there is no distinction between the Demon Sect and the Righteous Path, everyone is the same." Bao Ping'an glared at Yang Ye, and suddenly said in a deep voice, "You bald donkey of the Mitian Sect really know a lot."

The disciples of the Heavenly Dragon Hall all looked at Bao Ping'an.

Bao Ping'an is as calm as no one.

Fenglan stood up and said, "We're going to travel overnight."

Everyone knows it.

The elite disciples of the various sects have not yet seen it, and neither have the ice dragons.

Those people have been rushing to the front, and if there is a big opportunity, they are also the first to take the lead.

The crowd formed a fan-shaped formation and hurried overnight.

At the foot of the ice peak fifty miles away, the light of more than ten magic weapons trembled and was almost unable to support it.

An ice dragon constantly unleashes fierce attacks.

Suddenly, the ice dragon wagged its tail and swept across, and the body of the ice crystal resembled a long, sharp soft whip.

A young monk in a blue robe shouted, raised his sword, and went to intercept it.

Everyone couldn't react, the young monk's fairy sword was broken, and the person was broken in two by Qi crotch.

"Senior Brother Wu."

The neighbors cried in unison.

"It's Senior Brother Wu Bei of Tongtian Peak."

Ji Daren's body shook violently, and his voice was already crying.

The ice dragon's second fierce attack struck.

It's just that a small black axe fell from the sky and slashed at the dragon's head with precision.

The ice dragon sensed a majestic force of order, and the dragon's body stretched out sharply, allowing the small axe to slash at the center of the dragon's eyebrows.

More than a hundred ice-colored lightning bolts disappeared on the blade of the little black axe.

Feng Lan only felt that more than a hundred ice lightning bolts had dissipated into invisibility after shuttling through the meridians for a week.

The body of the ice dragon fell violently, and there was no breath of life.

"Senior Brother Wan, Senior Brother Lin, don't get separated from Senior Brother Feng and them again."

Wu Bei barely finished saying this sentence and swallowed his last breath.

The disciples of Tongtian Peak cried bitterly.

Ye Chengfeng, Ximen Xiaoyu and others came out of the darkness, all of them bloodless and pale as paper.

Wu Bei is the third disciple of the first Jianye Elder of Tongtian Peak, and he is one of the most outstanding descendants of the nineteenth generation of the Zhangtian Sect.

Falling in this desolate and bitter cold snowy region, the disciples of the Palm Heaven Sect were all heartbroken and infinitely sad.

A small Taoist priest in the Palm Heaven Sect stared straight at Fenglan.

Fenglan didn't know him, and wanted to say something, but he felt that it was inappropriate, so he silently put away the ice dragon.

The Ice Dragon, in its true dragon form, is especially like a giant beast carved out of 10,000-year-old ice.

This strange species is a true natural species, and when it grows naturally, it should live with heaven and earth.

"Why did you come?"

The little Taoist priest asked in a complaining tone.

"Chang Jueyuan, you don't complain." The Ten Thousand King said loudly, "We have fought several life-and-death battles with demons along the way, and it is even more difficult than you."

It turned out to be Chang Jueyuan of Dingtian Peak, a descendant of Chang Tianhe Patriarch.

Chang Tianhe is the second disciple of Zhangtian Immortal Monarch, who has always been casual and indifferent, and there is no clear sign in everything, and he will never interfere.

Therefore, Dingtianfeng inherits its temperament, and all kinds of disputes in the sect never participate, but often plays the most important decisive factor in major decisions.

At the moment, there is an atmosphere of sadness, and the various veins of the Palm Heaven Sect have always been fighting with each other, so they can only be put aside.

Fenglan looked at Zhuo Yifan, hoping to give his fellow disciples some elixirs.

Zhuo Yifan turned his head and looked at the night sky.

From Zhuo Tianjiong onwards, the Zhuo family has lived an ordinary life, and it is only a symbolic care in the sect.

This accumulation of grievances for nearly 9,000 years has long been as high as a mountain and as deep as the sea.

Feng Lan understood Senior Brother Zhuo's mood, so he had no choice but to take out the rare spirit fruit and distribute it to everyone present.

"We can't sit still here, we have to get there before the Demon Cult."

Feng Lan said so, but he didn't know where he was going.

"You mean, the whole Palm Heaven Sect is going to listen to you now?" Chang Jueyuan asked a question while eating Xue Bo, and then said to himself, "Without my support, you can only think about many things."

"Whatever you want." Fenglan said in a deep voice, "In a moment, I have to set off with him."

The dispute between the Palm Heaven Sect's own portal, Feng Lan also didn't want to get involved in it deeply, and there was any conflict.

Who would have thought that when the twelve disciples of the Palm Heaven Immortal Monarch sat down were alive, they were like brothers and sisters, advancing and retreating together.

To this day, their descendants are strangers, and they are just one big fight.

A moment later, Xiong Potian took the lead in the sword volley, taking the first step.

Feng Lan glanced at Wan Jianchen and Lin Xingyun.

Wan and Lin of Tongtian Peak are the sons of the famous Zhangtian Sect Tianjiao, and they are two bright pearls at the entrance.

Feng Lan felt that these two people couldn't suppress Li Feiyun and Tianwu Peak's Xiong Potian, but his own generation should still be the highest achievement of these four people.

For some reason, when Feng Lan looked at the fourth senior brother Ye Chengfeng, he had a feeling of staying out of the matter.

Ye Chengfeng, as the descendant of Ye Tianchen Zhenjun, and the eldest among the descendants of the Twelve Golden Immortals of Zhangtian, everyone doesn't think he exists.

Feng Lan admonished, "Senior brothers, you must be in good spirits. The disciples of the Demon Sect are by no means mediocre, they are very good at sneak attacks, and we have suffered a lot."

Ye Chengfeng said, "The Demon Sect's Xuanwu has arrived?"

When Ye Chengfeng said about Xuanwu, a trace of strangeness flashed in Fenglan's eyes.

"Hmm." Feng Lan said, "I fought him several times, but I couldn't get a bargain. I believe I can beat him head-on."

"What about the people of the Heavenly Sword Sect and the Yuan Shi Sect?"

Ximen Xiaoyu came over and asked.

This time, he didn't put on a stinky face, and his mouth was much softer.

Feng Lan said, "I'll let them retreat."

"More than a dozen people from those two factions were surrounded and annihilated by the Demon Sect." Ximen Xiaoyu's face showed a rare sadness, "This time, it's hard to say whether we can go back alive."

"It's all elite, it's pretty much the same." Feng Lan said in a deep voice, "However, as a disciple of the Heavenly Sect that commanded the cultivation realm, he was absolutely not afraid of retreating."