The enchantment set up by Tang Qingfeng was originally closed to the outside world, and before the heavenly thunder washed the ground, the enchantment of others was cut by ninety percent, which was revealed, but now that Tang Qingfeng's cultivation has returned to the peak, the first thing he did was to strengthen the enchantment, so from the beginning of the battle, the heavenly thunder outside no longer affected the cage enchantment in front of him.

In addition, now that Meng Juntong has opened a dream battlefield realm in the enchantment, a double blockade, it stands to reason that no matter how loud the ghost armor man's voice is, his voice will not be able to shout.

But when the three words 'Yanaluo' came out, Tang Qingfeng's expression obviously changed slightly.

Meng Juntong also retreated half a step back, but fortunately he was held back by Bai Yu.

Bai Yu looked at Meng Juntong with some confusion, she didn't know who Jenaro was, why Tang Qingfeng and her family's master had such expressions when they heard this name.

Seeing that the ghost armor man was about to be devoured by the six-winged Tianjiao, suddenly, a black hole appeared under the place where the ghost armor man was standing, and a pitch-black and terrifying arm stretched out without warning, and the six-winged Tianjiao flew out with a heavy punch.

The hundred-zhang body actually floated backwards like a kite with a broken string, mixed with the terrible screams of the six-winged Tianjiao.

The punch just now hit the six-winged Tianjiao's eye socket directly, and its huge eyes like copper bells were directly blasted into a cloud of crimson blood.

The six-winged Tianjiao, whose strength was comparable to the pinnacle of the Great Dao Venerable among the monks, was actually like a weak earthworm under that ghost arm.

The ghost arm disappeared, the black hole also disappeared, and the ghost armor man had collapsed under the pressure of the previous Tianjiao, and the whole person fell to his knees and gasped for breath, and the fishy purple blood also flowed all over the ground.

And at this moment, there was a person standing behind him, the robe was black, and there were gold and silver threads embroidered with the dark dragon, and his whole person was wrapped in this black robe.

It actually silently broke through the cage enchantment after the blessing, and had the courage to enter the dream realm laid by Meng Juntong and Bai Yu together.

No monk would be willing to enter the dream realm laid by the Dream Weaver under any circumstances, which Meng Juntong had told her when she was very young, the high priest of Vena Shu, but this Jenaro in front of her seemed to go against this attempt.

Jenaro looked at the ghost-armored man who was kneeling on the ground, looking embarrassed, and sighed: "Who would have thought that the former Beiyue Mountain God would now fall into this field, it is really ......"

"Don't talk nonsense!" The ghost armor man seemed to have been spotted by Jenaro all of a sudden, and interrupted him with a roar: "Don't you just want my godhead, I promise you, help me kill Tang Qingfeng, and I will give you the godhead!"

Jenaro stretched out a finger and shook it in front of the ghost armor man: "Maybe three hundred years ago, oh no, two hundred years ago, your godhead was still worth the price, and I was able to help you make this move, but now? ”

The ghost armor man knew that Yenaro was negotiating the price, and he really couldn't get anything out of it now except for that broken godhead.

"Say, what can you do for me!" Since Jena Luoken responded to his call, passed through Tang Qingfeng's enchantment, and entered Meng Juntong's realm to appear in front of him, he was sure that he was still valuable to him.

Jenaro shook his head: "Now your godhead is only enough for me to send you out of here, leaving you with a dog's life and spending the rest of your life." ”

The ghost armor man was stunned for a moment, he lost his godhead, he didn't have the capital to re-cultivate over and over again in the past, even if he left here, he could only fall into the mortal world in the end, a mediocre life.

But one thing that is good for him is that all the sinful karma of the past is attached to his godhead, and if Jenaro takes it away, he himself will not be haunted by those karma again.

Maybe after death, you can re-enter the six realms of reincarnation, and in the next life, you can be a pig, a dog, or something like that.

The ghost armor man trembled, even if he summoned Yanaro and was ready to die, the final result still made him feel hopeless.

"You didn't hesitate to break the rules to come here just to force me to death?" said the ghost armor man resentfully.

"You see, you're wrong again. Jenaro smiled, his voice sounding young, like a young man in his twenties, but how long he lived, I am afraid that even the oldest monk in this world would not remember.

Jenaro continued: "You are wrong again, your life and death are worthless to me now, and even your godhead is no longer attractive to me, in fact, saving you just now is enough for you to spend that broken godhead. ”

"Then why are you still here!" the ghost-armored man asked with a desperate scream.

Jenaro seemed to be a little annoyed, and kicked the ghost armor man's body hard, and his body flew out like the six-winged Tianjiao that had been knocked away by a punch before.

"It's definitely not for you. As he spoke, Jenaro had already turned his head to look at Meng Juntong and Bai Yu.

A strong feeling of uneasiness welled up in his heart, and Meng Juntong knew that this guy, who was known as one of the six Dao masters of Huangquan Dao, was here for himself.

Shaohua and Huangquan Dao have been mortal enemies of each other for 10,000 years, and Meng Juntong would not expect this person to open up to him.

"I'm afraid it's not good for you, sir, to do this. Tang Qingfeng's body shift was already in front of Meng Juntong and Jenaro.

"Tang Qingfeng, well, I've heard your name. Jenaro patted his head: "I forgot about you, it's rude." ”

Tang Qingfeng's face did not have the slightest hint of indifference from before, the name of Huangquan Daoist Ye Naluo, as a senior monk, it was impossible for him not to have heard of it.

"Mr. Jenaro lowered his clone to my house, which can be regarded as making the house shine, but this Meng Juntong girl is also a guest below, and I ask Mr. Jenaro not to be embarrassed. Tang Qingfeng spoke very politely, and the identity of the person in front of him was also worthy of his politeness.

"Yes, at a glance I can see that I am a doppelganger, not like that waste. Jenaro stretched out his hand and pointed at Meng Juntong: "I want to invite this girl to Huangquan Dao as a guest, I don't think this will make you very embarrassed." ”

Tang Qingfeng's hand holding the folding fan had already moved quietly, and he quietly pinched a trick: "If Miss Meng is willing, of course she can." ”

"I don't want to," Meng Juntong said coldly: "Since ancient times, thousands of years, how have you ever seen someone from Shaohua invited to go to Huangquan Road!"