Sima Yuan's five people gathered, Chen Qingwan suppressed the uneasiness and fear in his heart, and looked at the behemoth.

The golden beak has a white head and an ink body, and the wings are several feet wide like a giant umbrella, and the huge majesty is even more terrifying and terrifying.

At this moment, I saw that his eyes were like hooked eagles, showing a gentle and loving color, like a loving father in the world.

After Chen Qingwan took a step forward, he took a deep breath, his chest rose and fell, and after his mood calmed down, he said respectfully, "Xiao Qi'er was given to me by my junior brother, and I didn't abuse it in any way, let alone let him sign a soul contract with anyone, and now it is in my Zixiao Sword Peak, safe and sound." When the town guard returns, you can pick him up!"

Jin Ying's cold and ruthless gaze swept over, and Sima Yuan, who was secretly relieved, protected Chen Qingwan and the others behind him.

The white tiger roared, and the two beasts looked at each other for a moment, then moved away.

Suddenly, a demonic wind swept through its huge demon body, but when it reappeared, it was an ethereal figure.

His whole body was shrouded in demonic mist, and his terrifying gaze fell on Sima Yuan, cold and cold.

Sima Yuan suddenly lowered his head, and the white tiger under him suddenly shrank.

Immediately, under the gaze of others, he turned into a human form.

Its form is plump and enchanting, like a female white tiger.

In an instant, its figure flashed, and then disappeared in place.

Suddenly, a cold snort came, "Even a beast dares to be presumptuous?"

After a while, the eagle's cry resumed.

Before long, a shadow floated in, and after nodding lightly at Sima Yuan and the others, he went straight into the air and joined the chaotic battle.

There are six major infant qi machines swinging in all directions.

And at the time of the battle of the real realm above the sky, Sima Yuan and others also ushered in their opponents again.

A whooshing sound came, and Chen Qingwan, Cao Qiji and others came quickly, looking ahead as if they were facing a great enemy.

There were a few uninvited guests, or people who came out of nowhere.

After catching a glimpse of the comer, his gaze was slightly cold, "Two of you, don't come unharmed." ”

There were four figures on the opposite side, and it seemed that someone snorted coldly.

The four figures have a strange temperament, and their figures are even more erratic, and their breath is not Qinghong's people.

The first two people are old and decrepit, their eyes are cloudy, their bodies are coarse and thin, their hair is light and slightly shocking, and a proud attitude is vividly revealed.

It was the late stage of the two Jindan in Longscale Prefecture.

Uncle of the Holy Spirit Sect, Zhong Xi of the Demon Emperor Palace.

After that, the two looked strange, and they should be from Chiyan Prefecture.

The one behind Uncle Tai chuckled, "Uncle Daoyou, could it be that this person killed my Divine Light Senior Brother?"

His appearance is like three Xun Xun, his body is slender, and he is wearing a robe like a spirit, like a person in the Taoist gate.

It is rumored that the ancient witch clan is divided into Gu witches, law witches, spirit witches, and five elements witches.

If what he expected was right, this person should be the spirit witch of the ancient witch clan.

At this time, Uncle Tai said, "Yes, this person's name is Sima Yuan, and he is the new elder of the Zixiao Sect in Qinghong Prefecture. ”

Under Sima Yuan's smile, Zhong Yi said, "Yes, although this son's cultivation is high, it is just an embroidered pillow, Lingye Daoyou may be able to try the depth of this person." ”

The man from the Ancient Witch Clan smiled lightly and glanced at Sima Yuan, "Fellow Daoist, these two people slandered you so much, why don't you get rid of them?"

Uncle Tai and Zhong Wei Huo Ran turned their heads, as if they were displeased.

Sima Yuan smiled, "I think what the two Daoists in Longscale Prefecture said is good, and this Lingye Daoist may be able to compete with me." ”

However, that Lingye smiled deeply, "Sima Daoyou misunderstood, you and I are not at home in today's battle." ”

When Sima Yuan heard this, his eyebrows raised, and he immediately felt a shock in his heart, and Huo Ran raised his head to look.

I saw that there seemed to be a gap in the back, and two terrifying auras emerged from it, vast and incomparable.

Before Sima Yuan could make a move, the uncle on the opposite side and Zhong Xi bowed in unison, "Welcome to Lord Tianshen!"

Cao Qiji and the others were breathing rapidly, and the sound of their pounding heartbeat actually reached their ears.

Sima Yuan suddenly thought of someone, his pupils shrank, and he muttered to himself, "Evil God Temple, Evil God !!"

From above the sky, there was a low roar that almost trembled, "Run!"

Chen Qingwan and the others realized it later, and their faces changed greatly, "Senior brother, you go first!"

"Senior Brother Sima, it may be the one from the Evil God Temple, quick, let the White Tiger Senior take us away!"

Sima Yuan didn't move, and said to himself, "It's too late."

As soon as the words fell

, but saw the terrifying aura in the gap suddenly descended, and the radius of thousands of miles was shrouded in it.

Immediately, the sound of light stepping came, as if stepping on a rift in space, rolling over the endless passage, crunching.

The sound seems crisp and pleasant, but with each step, it is like a heavy cone beating on the drum, making a loud knock sound.

Sima Yuan and the others trembled, sweating profusely on their foreheads, breathing rapidly, and trembling all over.

The man was shrouded in divine light, and his long hair that poked out of the hazy light shrouded was overflowing and fluttering, like a god and a god.

Full of fairy spirit, eternal charm.

The man walked leisurely and came slowly.

The jade bracelet in his hand emitted a green mist, and the dragon head was about to transform into a shape, but suddenly let out a terrible roar.

It's as if he's suffering a great deal of pain.

The green mist collapsed with a bang, and the big and small green dragons were completely beaten back to their prototypes before they could incarnate into 'dragon shape'.

With a little light, the green dragon shrank again, screamed and fell.

The breath was sluggish, as if it had been hit hard again.

Seeing this scene, Sima Yuan's liver was broken, and he shouted hoarsely, intending to break through the confinement with all the mana of his body.

However, it was still in vain.

The man walked up to Sima Yuan's body, trembling but unable to break free, and gently pressed it on his head.

It seems to be a feeling, and it is like searching for a soul!

Sima Yuan's heart was terrified and frightened, and the powerlessness and despair of his fate out of control filled his entire heart.

Suddenly, his body trembled, and a powerful, mighty and majestic force poured down from his head.

Sima Yuan immediately stared, bloodshot and his pupils dilated.

There was a thunderclap shattering sound everywhere in the body, like a firecracker bursting, and the glass was shattered.

Every time there was a burst of shattering, Sima Yuan's body twitched once, like a spasm.

The places where the major spiritual acupuncture qi machines gathered were all scattered.

His expression was sluggish, the blood of the Seven Souls flowed out, and his eyes were dull.

The strong cultivation of the late stage of Jindan is like child's play in front of him, and it is difficult to restrain him in the slightest.

In a trance, he seemed to hear two familiar terrible roars, lingering in his ears.

In the voice, there seemed to be the despair and pain of losing a beloved, and there was even the powerlessness and helplessness of watching Sima Yuan fall into the dust.

That kind of grief seems to be familiar, as if it has been engraved in Sima Yuan's mind since childhood.

In the hazy eyes, Sima Yuan seemed to see that in a magnificent hall, two columns of people were really hanging high, either cold, complicated, or disgusted, or hesitant and sighing.

All are unfathomable, like gods.

And in front of it, a broad figure blocked all the intimidating gazes and the crazy eyes that wanted to eat its bones and flesh, like a mountain and a majestic shore, like the sea.

The aura on it seemed to have the same root and abyss as Sima Yuan, as if it was connected by blood.

Looking at his grief-stricken and irritable posture, he seems to have suffered a great grievance, but no one pays attention to it, and all of them look on coldly;

Moving his gaze upwards again, a dazzling and dazzling light struck, as if the supreme existence in the world was not allowed to be watched and blasphemed.

He immediately snorted, his heart trembled, and he hurriedly withdrew his gaze, so that he breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately, a holy breath poured into the tip of his nose, and a milky feeling surged into his heart, and the warmth of blood thicker than water made Sima Yuan's heart tremble.

He opened his mouth to speak, but he could not utter a word, and his lips squirmed, but no sound came out.

He raised his eyes, but only lotus petals covered his face, and the light veil blocked it, making it difficult to see his true face.

Suddenly, the holy aura turned slightly and cast a glance at Sima Yuan.

His heart was shocked, and he met each other with anticipation, apprehension, shyness and grievance.

However, the pair of beautiful eyes that seemed to be a puddle of stagnant water were plain and unremarkable.

There is no doting, no joy, not even a trace of emotion.

looked at Sima Yuan's eyes, as if he had seen nothing.

What frightened him even more was that there seemed to be a trace of disgust and hatred in that gaze.

Sima Yuan was discouraged, and his heart was like death.

A broad and strong arm gently picked him up, and there seemed to be a hint of relief in his vicissitudes, sharp and angry eyes.

However, at this time, Sima Yuan had long been unnoticed.

All he knew was that she hated him.

Perhaps from that moment on, a seed of indifference was buried in Sima Yuan's young heart.

And that thick and majestic arm will

The seed was held to the death, intending to suppress it with manners, morality, love, and warmth.

It will never take root.

However, there are unforeseen circumstances in the sky, and people have good and bad luck.

Sima Yuan finally broke away from the protection of the majestic giant palm and hid in a small mountain village.

I especially remember that when the arm picked him up and fled, the chasing soldiers behind him were endless, and the gods and Buddhas were overwhelming.

The sound of shouting, shouting, swearing, and shouting filled his mind, and he was so frightened that he cried.

The cry resounded in all directions, and the pursuers showed horror and horror in their eyes.

On that day, the father and son moved to countless secret realms in the small world, defected to many relatives and friends, and looked for many hidden places.

But there is nowhere to hide, no one dares to take it in, and nothing to resist.

Eventually, the majestic figure disappeared from his vision, never to be seen again.

And he fell into a complete coma.

As for the breath of holiness, it never showed its face, let alone gave any help.

In a trance, as if he heard someone drinking, Sima Yuan suddenly felt a splitting headache and weakness.

When he slowly opened his eyes, he saw two graceful figures casting anxious and worried eyes.

It was Chen Qingwan and Ye Qingshan.

Suddenly, a plain and light word seemed to emerge in my mind.

Within a hundred years, step into the Yuan Baby.

Sima Yuan was shocked, his heart trembled, and he was frightened.

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Zixiao faction, the main hall.

Several mighty figures were faint, silent and silent.

In the hall, Chen Qingwan, Cao Qiji, and Zhuge Wuchang stood in the center of the main hall, and the light smoke on the side of Ji Shuye, the head of the house, was shrouded in light smoke, reflecting his face becoming more and more blurred.

When Sima Yuan was unconscious, the Zixiao Hall was discussing how to deal with Sima Yuan's control by the evil gods.

After a while, the head of the sect said slowly, "After Sima was searched by the evil god, did he ever have a state of mana pouring in his body?"

Chen Qingwan narrowed his eyes and said respectfully, "Back to the master, this is not the case." ”

Immediately, the master's gaze fell on Zhuge Wuchang and the others, "Why didn't the evil god search for your soul that day?"

Zhuge Wuchang's heart jumped, he glanced at his ancestor, and a few thoughts quickly turned in his heart, and he said respectfully, "Disciple doesn't know, maybe it is because of our humble strength and difficulty in entering the eyes of the evil gods. ”

The plump woman sneered, "If it weren't for the fact that he had a ghost, how could he have attracted the evil god to search for his soul? In my opinion, there is no need to bother to speak, just destroy his soul and completely wipe it out, so that it can be done once and for all!"

Chen Qingwan's delicate body trembled, and the faces of Zhuge Wuchang and the others changed dramatically, and they couldn't even do it.

Ye Qingshan suddenly said, "Qi Qi Sect Master, the disciple thinks that Elder Sima is not possessed by the evil god, but just wants to find something. ”

Tianfeng's eyes flashed, and he said expressionlessly, "Ye Daoyou is afraid that he not only knows the power of the evil god, although it seems to be no more than the peak of the Yuan Infant, but its control makes the evil law not something that we can dissolve, and its strength is only comparable to it even if we join forces." Once it invades Elder Sima's soul, after it grows stronger, the consequences will be unimaginable. ”

Ye Qingshan's cold words sounded, "The disciple can guarantee that Elder Sima has not been invaded by the evil gods."

Tianfeng sneered, "Guarantee, what guarantee do you get, what qualifications do you have?"

Chen Qingwan took a step forward and raised his head to stare at Tianfeng, "Disciples can also vouch."

The heavenly phoenix is majestic and prosperous, as if there is a sign of anger.

Zhuge Xun glanced at Zhuge Wuchang, and immediately stood between the two parties and coughed lightly.

Tianfeng snorted coldly, and the solemn atmosphere slowly dissipated.

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Qinghong is west, Dream Xuan.

When Zixiao Hall was discussing how to deal with Sima's matter, in the west of Qinghong, there were three mighty breaths that trapped Illusory Dream Xuan.

Surrounded by thousands of miles, it seems to have been laid down to deceive the world.

Not only did it envelop the qi of the real fighting method without a trace of leakage, but it also disguised its appearance as the ordinary state of Fantasy Xuan.

Even the disciples of the Illusory Dream Xuan, who are known for their illusions, have difficulty distinguishing the truth from the fake, and there are constantly disciples on the outside who are called back, but no one escapes inside.

There are occasionally a few terrible roars, which are also covered by bursts of fairy sound divine comedy, like a fairyland on earth, enjoying bliss.

Only the slightest trace of blood seeping from the edge of the large array showed that the formation seemed to be undergoing earth-shattering changes.

And such a horrific thing, the Qinghong faction didn't know anything about it.