The waning moon reflects the Xuance City Temple, and the frost moon outlines the mural Buddha statues scrawled by blood, and the sound of the scriptures has not been heard for a long time, and the silence is like a prison.

The blood-stained smooth bricks and stones moved slightly, and the seven dusty cultivators escaped from the ground, looked at the slaughtered temple, looked at the thin beggar napping on the branches, knelt on one knee, and called in unison, "The seventh son of Ji Wei has seen the master of the Fang Hall. ”

Fang Bu nodded, waved his hand to signal the seven of them to get up, looked at the Xianzhou Port outside Xuance City, and said coldly after thinking slightly: "There is a girl named Xiao Ying'er in the port over there, you tie her up." Don't hurt her, behind her is the Xiao family, it's Tang Ziwei!"

"Obey!"

The seven of them said in unison, and the body flashed into the bottom again, and they were outside the port in an instant.

Aware of the changes underground, the son of heaven who was playing with the moonlight on the eaves suddenly got up, saw through the land with different eyes, stared at Ji Wei's seventh son, frowned angrily, and shouted: "What kind of ghostly ghost, get out of this king!"

The sound fell, there were nine golden dragons soaring into the sky, the dragon chant broke the silent night, the quiet port lit up with thousands of lights, even if the old woman who had no power to tie the chicken picked up the kitchen knife at home, the crowd rubbed shoulders surrounded the small courtyard in an instant, and the silent war drums were not inferior to the battlefield of the two armies.

"Xia Feng took Ji Wei's seven sons and saw His Majesty the Son of Heaven. ”

The seven people covered their bloody eyes, escaped from the ground, and knelt respectfully under the old house, Tang Ziwei was just a competitor for the prince, but the real prince of the Heavenly Palace was in front of him, kneeling, it was a matter of course.

The few big men in the crowd smiled disdainfully, and privately looked down on these seven uninvited guests of the fly camp dogs, the Son of Heaven was just the prince of the Heavenly Palace, why did the human race kneel to him?

has a body of cultivation, no temperament, and is not as good as the old dog in the nursing home.

The golden dragon in the sky scattered into a streamer, and the Son of Heaven was condescending, and his voice was as cold and solemn as the winter wind.

"Listen, I don't care if you are a chicken tail or a chicken head, or the force that pops out of the horns in the world, today I will make it clear to you, whoever moves Xiao Ying'er Yama will kill the whole family, if you really have the ability to pass my level, you might as well rob Xiao Ying'er and see if you are the third watch or the fifth watch death. ”

Hearing the terrifying name, Xia Feng raised his eyebrows, scolded Fang Bu in his heart, and said apologetically: "It's the seven of me Meng Lang, I am willing to leave a finger to apologize!"

When the words fell, the seven people drew their swords and cut off their left arms at the same time, without frowning, and followed Xia Feng to kowtow again, throwing away the dirt of the already small face, and then stepping on a few feet himself.

"There are comings and goings, and I can't hold on to it, you guys get out, don't come again, I speak with my mouth, Yama speaks with a sword, a sword dies and lives, and a death becomes empty, and I can't say that I will send someone to arrange for you to cast a beast, so that you can return to your original self, which is not a bad thing. ”

The people in Hong Kong couldn't see the groveling of the seven people, and dispersed one after another, the Son of Heaven laughed and raised his hand to grasp it, and the thick and invisible energy crushed the earth, crushing all the pickles on the ground into powder.

"Don't thank you for your kindness, there will be no time in the future!"

Xia Feng bowed again, turned around and disappeared into the night with the six brothers, his eyes full of hatred, and his heart full of murderous intentions.

The crimson mist was heavy, like clouds, like light veils, hanging on the branches, draped in the mountains, floating and floating, and there were some inconspicuous ripples on the mirror pool.

Ao Su envoy night veil, holding Ji Ling'er's palm, more than a dozen high-quality magic weapons hanging on the side of the beauty, or statues, or strong shields, there are jade, there are red silk.

The inconspicuous little Taoist priest between the dense forest shrubs calmly cast spells and drew talismans, and the Taoist golden talisman followed Xuanqing's figure, falling in the ten directions one by one, inheriting the heavenly phenomena on the top, and following the terrain, the mysterious changes of the three talents, the golden light was vast, the nine palaces were moved, and all the monks who fell into madness were frozen in place out of thin air, their eyes were dull, and they seemed to forget the passage of time.

Xuan Qing squatted in the middle of the formation, his forehead was covered with light sweat, his chubby palms were propped up on his knees, and he gasped for breath.

"Bastard Qin Ling, tired of the Buddha. ”

Qin Ling didn't care about Xuanqing's scolding, and sat comfortably under the tree, holding his hands firmly at the base of his legs, his face getting paler.

"I want to maintain the Chaotic Golden Nine Palace Array, and I want to resist the Luminous Mirage Heart Array for them, are you still the Qin Ling I know?

The little monk Xuanqing complained and sat beside Qin Ling, clasped his hands together, lowered his eyebrows and chanted, the sunny-like Buddha light fell on Qin Ling, and the surrounding crimson mist was emptied, but the illusion that Xuanqing saw was more than ten times more.

"Reliable, I'll roast ten rabbits for you when it's all over. ”

"It's useless to talk about it, let's talk about it if we survive. ”

"Don't worry, Kunlun's contemporary little uncle is here, I don't believe that these things who like to play evil sects can turn the sky upside down. ”

"Oh, I said why you fought so hard, it turned out that you wanted to deliberately behave, such a cunning Taoist priest who can't afford to make a profit, it's a shame for my generation!"

"Hehe, if you see through it, I don't want to be a teacher, others can't help me, I can only rely on him. ”

There was a sword qi tearing through the crimson fog between the monk's words, Luoyang was in front, Sauvignon Blanc slashed, blocking the puppet cultivator in front of him from cutting grass and falling, no one could stop him.

Nan Yi followed, his double knives flew up and down, opening and closing, and the scorching purple flame was dancing on his body, only attacking but not defending.

One person, one demon, one sword and one sword quickly pierced through the group of undead and stopped in front of Xuanqing.

Qin Ling opened his eyes, looked at the golden sword on the Sauvignon Blanc, and asked softly, "But Luoyang Daoyou?" ”

Luoyang nodded, examining the state of Qin Ling and Xuanqing, and was about to speak, but heard Qin Ling say: "Luoyang Daoist don't worry, we can still support it for a while, please stop this matter of breaking the formation and killing the murderer!"

Luoyang nodded, and Nanyi once again entered the wave of undead.

Feng Jiu, who was meditating and pranayama in the scarlet mist, slowly opened his eyes, enduring his drowsiness, and examined Bai Su who had changed his breath charm while sensing Luoyang's movements.

The loss of divine consciousness is excessive, the human body rejects the beast soul, and there are internal and external troubles, Feng Jiu needs another body at this time, so as to turn from light to darkness and start again.

At this time, unlike the support of all demons when he killed the demon world, all the sacrifices before a son made a mistake would be in vain, and he became more cautious, and he couldn't make up his mind for a long time.

Luoyang and Nanyi rushed out of the wave of undead before and after, only a few hundred steps away from the feather pool, Feng Jiu, who had no way to retreat, sighed lightly, escaped into the crimson mist, got up and followed the method of the formation book to move the four plates, and appeared behind Ao Su in one step, his hand drained the streamer, and three ground thorns suddenly attacked, straight to Ji Ling'er's eyebrows, chest and abdomen.

Ao Su was shocked, waved his palm, and the treasure lit up with bright light, blocking in front of Ji Ling'er, and protecting the Yiren who was burning fireworks around him.

Feng Jiu chuckled proudly, his body was differentiated, dozens of fake bodies broke through the scarlet mist, each holding a sword soldier, and killing Ji Ling violently, without putting Ao Su in his eyes at all.

"Seal the wave Aya, hurry!"

Ao Su urged the magic weapon, and the three-foot red silk beside Ji Ling'er fluttered, rolling across the heavens and the earth, and the afterimages of Feng Jiu all disintegrated and dissipated, without a real body.

Taking advantage of this juncture, Feng Jiu suddenly appeared behind Ao Su, and his palm was heavily imprinted on Ao Su's back, and the flames could burn the river and boil the sea, but it was difficult to hurt Ao Su in the slightest.

"Old thing, I know that you are playing crooked ways for the master, you hide from the sky and the sea, and the sound is attacking the west, the master will plan and lead the king into the urn, how about it, let me die with peace of mind!"

"Hehe, you little worm is a ghost, but do you know what it means to be smart but be mistaken by cleverness?"

Feng Jiu chuckled and avoided Ao Su's fist, and forcibly pulled out a wisp of distraction to invade Ao Su's sea of knowledge, dancing phoenixes, the sound of phoenixes lingering in Ao Su's ears, and those golden eyes gradually lost their brilliance.

"His life is in my hands, you know what you have to do, right?"

Ao Su turned around slowly, waved his hand to put away the magic weapon, stared at Ji Ling'er's calm eyes, and smiled with interest.

Ji Ling'er nodded, suppressing the eagerness in her heart, there are still nearly seven days before the closure of the Feather Immortal Realm, and the only thing to rely on at present is the unreliable Yama.

"Lao Zamao, hand over the Kunji Array Book to Lao Tzu!"

Ji Ling'er was thinking about how to find someone, Luoyang sent it to the door by herself, and the Sauvignon Blanc danced wildly in her palm, and countless sword qi fell one after another.

Feng Jiu chuckled and stood in place, and Ao Su Zong behind him stepped forward to block the sword qi for him, turned into a dragon shape, swung his tail into the air, and directly pumped Nan Yi, who was slashing with his sword in the air, into the feather pool.

On the shore, Ji Ling'er attacked at the same time, slapping her palm on Luoyang's forehead, taking advantage of the situation to spread the news.

"He was controlled by Feng Jiu in order to save me, he is the dragon of the East China Sea, you have to find a way to save him. ”

Luoyang tilted his head to avoid the white jade hand that was entwining Huang Yan, and swung his sword scabbard to slash at Ji Ling'er's shoulder.

The Yiren let out a muffled snort and fell into the fairy pond like a kite with a broken string......