Meng Juntong hurriedly asked, "How can I lure the Poor Qi True Spirit here?" ”

Bai Ze shook the little tail that ignited the fire behind him, blinked his eyes and said: "No need to lead, you take the knife and slash it towards Ah Na Dao, Qi Qi feels the evil aura of Ah Na Dao, and naturally comes out to fight." ”

Qi Qi is one of the four fierce beasts in ancient times, and his fierce name is the most provocative of Shenzhou, and he is the most intolerant of others to provoke his majesty, just like the touch of water dragon true spirit aroused when he faced Lan Ning when he used his magical powers, Qi Qi, a fierce beast that used to eat dragons for a living in ancient times, can be said to be familiar with it.

The evil aura of Ah Nasal Dao was so strong, Qi Qi would naturally see it as a provocation to his identity as a great beast.

"But Brother Xue was seriously injured and didn't come back, the Basheng knife was blazing, who would hold the knife against the enemy. ”

Bai Ze once again showed that humane smile: "Of course you are the one who holds the knife, master, isn't this me here?"

After speaking, Bai Ze rubbed his head against Meng Juntong, Meng Juntong just wanted to reach out and pat its head away, when is this coming, and he has to be coquettish, but this palm has not yet slapped Bai Ze's head, Bai Ze suddenly turned into a ball of white gas, enveloping Meng Juntong's whole body.

The white mist dissipated, and a pair of silver snow armor appeared on Meng Juntong's body.

Where have Wei Ling and An Jie, who are martial artists in the rivers and lakes, seen this scene, and suddenly looked at Meng Juntong's gaze as if they were looking at the immortals outside the party.

Meng Juntong was also a little surprised, it turned out that Bai Ze could change into this appearance and become Bai Zejia to wear on his body.

"Master, don't be stunned, with the little bit of Taoism you cultivate in the Spirit Gathering Realm, Bai Zejia can't support you for too long, go get the knife!"

Bai Ze's voice suddenly sounded in Meng Juntong's heart, Meng Juntong suddenly came back to her senses, hurriedly turned around, and before leaving, she didn't forget to remind: "Wei Ling, and this senior, you go and take Uncle Yan and Xiang Ming away from here." ”

After speaking, her figure flew out violently, and there was a faint posture of an immortal walking against the wind.

Up and down, Meng Juntong didn't dare to stop for a moment.

She felt that the spiritual power in her Purple Mansion was fading as quickly as a big wave ebbed and flowed.

The spiritual power required to use this Bai Zejia is really a bit terrifying.

However, she also clearly felt that now her cultivation had stepped from the level of small path cultivation in the Spirit Gathering Realm to the level of Great Dao cultivation in the refining realm, and she could feel the feeling of boiling essence and blood in every move.

From Wuyang Palace to Dadukou, there are four or five miles of road, and Meng Juntong only spent less than a hundred breaths of effort, and he has already come to the Basheng knife that is still inserted on the bank of the big river.

"Xiaobai, I'm going to take the knife!" Meng Juntong said, and then suddenly reached out with his hand, and a hazy white light covered Meng Juntong's palm, like an extra pair of extremely fitting gloves.

The moment he held the Basheng knife, Meng Juntong clearly saw that the pattern of the strange beast on the knife body lit up, as if it also glanced at Meng Juntong, and the knife body began to faintly redden.

Even with the white light covering, Meng Juntong still felt that there was a faint burning sensation coming from his palm, but fortunately, it was not unacceptable.

"Get up!" Meng Juntong let out a low snort, and pulled out the overlord knife from the big stone on the riverside.

The boulder turned into dust in an instant, and dispersed with the wind.

Meng Juntong couldn't care about anything else, picked up the Basheng Knife, and ran back towards Wuyang Palace at full speed.

At this moment, more than half of the residents of Whitewater Town gathered on the riverside, and they were all frightened by the impact of this catastrophe, or they were watching here, or waiting for the ferry, so that they could leave this city of right and wrong as soon as possible.

And when Meng Juntong came over and drew the knife, he turned into Bai Hong and flew back to Baishui City.

The originally noisy crowd suddenly fell silent.

This girl who flew and flew away is really too fairy.

"It's an immortal, an immortal has descended to earth!" Someone immediately began to chant, and even the guys who were already a little superstitious began to kneel and worship in the direction Meng Juntong left.

The nasal passage above Wuyang Palace has already been condensed for eight or nine points, and it is only one step away from the final enlightenment.

At this moment, the aura emanating from it was many times stronger than the flame giant behind Lan Ning just now, and I am afraid that this has far exceeded the Ming Dao Realm that Lan Ning had ascended to with the evil method, perhaps the peak of the Ming Dao Realm, or it was directly a higher level of Merge Dao.

Meng Juntong suddenly felt that he was a little stupid, and blindly used the realm of a martial artist to trap the nasal passage in front of him.

Are they martial artists? Maybe it is appropriate to correspond to them in the realm of cultivators.

That should be, Great Dao Venerable, or Land Immortal?

Thoughts returned with the burning stinging sensation in his hands, and Meng Juntong below had already seen Yan Fengyi and his group begin to retreat towards the outside of the city.

The original Bai Zejia condensed by Bai Ze, as well as the white light of the gauntlet, are almost unable to support it at this moment.

Meng Juntong also sensed the signs of depletion of spiritual power in his Purple Mansion.

Fortunately, at this time, he had already arrived outside the Wuyang Palace, less than a hundred steps away from the head of the nasal passage.

At that moment, Meng Juntong raised his whole body's martial arts true qi and gathered the Basheng sword body, and at the moment when Bai Zejia collapsed, Meng Juntong threw the Basheng sword in one fell swoop.

Suddenly, the body of the Basheng Sword bloomed with brilliant fire, different from the previous flames of Lan Ning's condensation giants, the fire on the Basheng Sword at this moment was the innate red lotus true fire of the fierce beast, and it was the flame with the most destructive attribute in the Great Dao.

The Basheng knife spun rapidly and plunged straight into the center of the eyebrows of the nasal passage.

Lan Ning, who was not far away, sneered: "A broken knife that I can't even deal with, and I want to use it to smash Ah Na Dao, what a girl who doesn't know whether to live or die." ”

Where would Meng Juntong pay attention to the crazy words of this dying man.

Lan Ning has to die today, and he has to die if he doesn't die, not to mention that he is now seriously injured by evil skills, so he condenses the resentment against him in this nasal passage, even if he escapes today, this nasal passage will hunt him down to the ends of the earth in the future.

Who allowed him to destroy humanity like this in the first place, and create this hell on earth for his own personal gain.

As soon as Lan Ning finished speaking, he heard an earth-shattering roar coming from the Tyrant Sword.

The moment the beast pattern in the knife flashed, endless purple-black clouds surged into the sky.

At this moment, it seemed that the entire Whitewater City was trembling, and the wind and clouds were surging within a hundred miles, and the surrounding waters were even more angry and empty.

A fierce beast with a body like a tiger, wings on its back, and a body covered in fire suddenly appeared.

Poor Qi manifested, fierce and monstrous, and the momentum was not weaker than Ah Nasal passage.

Lan Ning was a little stunned, he felt that the Poor Strange True Spirit that appeared now seemed to be different from the one he had seen when he fought with him before.

Qi Qi turned his head and glanced at Lan Ning coldly, his eyes full of undisguised contempt and contempt.

It's like saying, just with you, an ant, it's worth my shot?