"Laughing big brother!"

Mu Xuezhi lowered his head silently, still so resentful, so ignorant of human feelings.

In the midst of the mourning, he didn't cry, just held Xiao Panruo's hand tightly and cared for the last bit of warmth.

However, however, the First Sword Immortal was still gradually getting colder.

"Laugh big brother, laugh big brother!"

Lu Yanxi had a handful of snot and tears, which was comparable to when Wang Zhaozhi died tragically in the willow forest, crying even more sadly.

The kappa Lu Yanxi left the wine sword pot, scooped up the cuffs, and wanted to fight with the inspector who could gnaw apples.

In a blink of an eye, Mu Xuezhi, who was heartbroken, took the lead and dragged the bright hanger to fly on the cross stage.

At this moment, the beggar boy cooperated with Qian'er, who was the most longing, and the most respected and feared Seventh Brother swore to fight on equal shoulders.

At this time, not far away, under the cedar tree, the long-haired man with a thin sword took a few steps forward, and his eyes did not leave Mu Xuezhi in the starry world for a moment.

"Who are you from the Twelve?"

Ge Lin sighed, inadvertently raised his hand slightly, and two bright water balls appeared out of thin air, crystal clear and lightning.

In such a familiar scene, all the immortals of the rain spirit said in unison: "Worship water droplets?"

There is no soul under the water droplets, just like that, violently expanding and contracting, thundering in the sky, and lightning flashing and scorching.

In an instant, the cross platform, the wind was blowing, and the dark clouds covered the sun.

Mu Xuezhi glared angrily, and waved his oblique hand, Great Zhou Tian Wide Area Gong.

The entire Crystal City was shaken, including the floating white porcelain palace, no, the Sanssouci Palace that incarnated as a girl's head.

The bright hanger appeared on the Big Dipper, and the giant wolf lifted its front hooves to cover its eyes, shaking the mountains in the abyss, even if the double head was tilted forward and backward.

Seven shrouded cedar forests, there are seven huge points of light, suddenly gathering two expanding water droplets, three gathered one, four gathered one.

After a while, the black light was matte, and two waterfronts the size of lychees fell from the sky.

"The seven-star Beidou shines in the sky, and the stars in the sky tremble!"

The immature voice sang the first poem of the Seventh Master's oath to Tiangang, and Mu Xue's Gang was fierce.

"Is this man so cultivated? No wonder he is called the throne of the king. You're amazing!"

Ge Lin raised his hand again, his whole body atomized, dissipated in an instant, and turned his real body back to the double head.

"Don't go!" Turning into a snow saintess, Mu Xuezhi rushed out of the martial arts platform and floated to the double platform.

Then he inexplicably returned to his original position, only to see a bearded man wearing a thick mink coat standing in front of him.

Out of instinct, Mu Xuezhi moved a few steps back.

At this time, while Huang Tiandang was watching the battle, he sighed: "What a Beidou exquisite, the kid is good, not bad!" and then insisted on adding two sentences: "Good life! Good fortune!"

Don't vomit, don't be happy, and don't fit in.

Some time ago, he also hyped up Huang Tiandang, who swore that the seventh master swore that his predecessors had great magical powers, and he was still thinking about the edge of the decisive battle, and the seventh master showed his magical powers again.

Now I don't see Tiangang, but the unknown beggar boy has obtained the miraculous skill of the Snow Saint Maiden, and he also has the seven-star Beidou Gong?

"Not good!" Huang Tiandang pinched his fingers, unconsciously surprised, and then unbelievable, "Seventh Master, he, little ghost, he, this is absolutely impossible!"

The bent-backed little old man asked with bad intentions, "What, Huang Alliance Master?"

Huang Tiandang narrowed his eyes and smiled, not answering.

In fact, Huang Tiandang was full of sorrow, regretting that he couldn't wait to eat a large vat, and he was full of words in his heart, "The great chess game was ruined in one move." Seventh Master, Seventh Master, I have worked hard in vain, I didn't expect you to be vulnerable, hey! It's a pity that the ancient book of Nirvana - "Seven Classics". ”

Ma En had a disdainful look in his eyes, like a white-haired old man who was still in Yunding, disdainful and contemptuous.

He said contemptuously: "I have to inch in! I don't even look at the green cow boy, let alone the little Linglong and Beidou." ”

Mu Xue's anger rushed to the head cow, stretched out his hand, and ran the Great Zhou Tian Linglong Gong, a palm of silver ash.

At the right time, Ma En did not move at all, and the vast Wutai incarnated into a thousand Buddha's hands, and Mu Xuezhi was trapped in it.

"Magic?"

Mu Xuezhi raised another palm, and the Buddha's hand stretched out the Five Heavens Divine Pillar, intersecting with the silver ash of that palm, and Mu Xuezhi was forced into the abyss.

Suddenly, the bright hanger burst out, and the beggar boy spat blood.

Burning incense Shen Longfeng waved the "soft fragrance and warm jade", wanting to whip up, a sentence that deceived people too much, and he couldn't bear to watch from the wall.

No matter how Old Man Huang watched the fire from the other side, she didn't allow others to be majestic.

"Little ghost, Miss Ben is here to save you. ”

The third lady stretched out her sword and turned into a whip, entangled Mu Xuezhi who fell into the abyss with one move, and grabbed the cliff with one hand.

On the double stage, the queen immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Longfeng, be careful!"

The six fingers of the devil protect his wife, and he can't care about the old man's interference, so he picks up the luan zheng, and the six fingers are evil.

"The six fingers of the devil, the Gu Yu bird in the era of haze? is also an ant. ”

With a look from Ma En, the unparalleled willow-colored luanzheng in the world suddenly disappeared, and the slender and slender hands of the six fingers of the devil were all wasted, leaving only the fingerless slap.

"Husband!"

Shen Longfeng lacked skills, was anxious, and after a battle between heaven and man, he abandoned Mu Xuezhi, who had fallen into danger, and returned to the side of Xianggong who had wasted his hands.

"Alliance leader, someone Lu is here to save you. With the help of the unruly dust, Lu Yanxi jumped up, and at that time he thought that he couldn't watch the little beggar fall into the cliff twice.

Thousands of cliffs, unruly dust pulling seedlings to help grow, out of control

Following the Buddha dust, all the way down, Lu Yan didn't see the bottom of the cliff in the past, and he whimpered with miasma. Mu Xuezhi stretched out his hand to the ice unicorn, unable to grasp the smooth stone wall, the more the bottom of the cliff, one magical scene after another.

Seeing the skeleton of the towering giant beast, several hanged ghosts flashed, and a woman pinched the purple old man's hand with both hands.

Mu Xuezhi fell into the deep cliff again, shouted for help, and begged bitterly: "Brother Lu, save me, I don't want to die." ”

Pulling the tail of Ruyi's growth, Lu Yanxi shouted: "Don't worry, Brother Lu won't let you die." ”

The ghost cat demon lost his fifth life, flew down the cliff, tiptoed to lightning, bit the tail and tied it firmly to Mu Xue's waist, and the action was done in one go.

However, the further down he went, Lu Yanxi was powerless, and the more he couldn't pull Mu Xuezhi. The bottomless bottom of the cliff was like a bloody mouth with bare fangs, weak and heavy, and there was even an invisible force that attracted them.

"Brother Lu, I'm dying. ”

"What are you talking about, look at your brother Lu. ”

Lu Yanxi desperately pulled out his tail, wrapped it around his five flowers, stepped on the cliff and cliff, and exerted his strength.

I only heard the words from above, "Brother Lu, don't be forced." ”

The cross martial platform, the founder of the still frosty Marn, did not fall into the well, but looked down and waited quietly for everything that happened in the abyss.

Above the clouds, the white-haired old man who was still in the air was under the three chapters of the Law of Mercy, and it was difficult to interfere.

The old man was at ease, pondering that the little beggar who had no chance of happiness at the moment would die on the spot, except for the nondescript obstacles.

Without blessings, rotten wood is not carved, what else can there be except for the scourge of the world?

The old man shook his head and looked at the big fur dog standing proudly in the abyss.

A hundred years ago, the giant wolf inhabited the swamp of the undead in Baimusen, a mass grave that was tortured and killed by the two heads.

There was once an accumulation of endless resentment, including tens of thousands of cultivators, and even more ancient magical demon beasts.

The giant wolf is protected by two heads, and is not corroded by the miasma of the undead, nor is it devastated by the torture of the years.

But as a price, the giant wolf wants to defend the crystal city that is enough to dominate the era of the sons forever.

"The alliance leader is holding on, and someone Lu will pull you up. ”

Lu Yanxi's cross arm exerted, the green tendons burst, and he slid under the stone wall with a little step.

The ghost cat demon stands on tiptoe, takes a catwalk, and jumps up a cliff.

Because the undead miasma had consumed his fifth life, he would not be able to save the remaining four lives if he didn't leave.

The bent-backed little old man said with concern: "It's hard work!"

"No ......"

The ghost cat demon was ordered by the little old man of Doro to rescue the down-and-out little beggar in the abyss of miasma and fog at all costs.

In the eyes of the bent back little old man, this is very necessary, just because it is Mu Xuezhi who can deal with Huang Tiandang.

Looking at the abyss again, Lu Yanxi and Mu Xuezhi, who were suppressed by thousands of Buddhas, were in danger, and it seemed that they were still useless.

Taro sweated in his heart and said silently: "Little ghost, you must not die." ”

"Brother Lu, save me!"

Mu Xue's death grabbed the tail of the broken fork of the branch, and he didn't want to leave the life-saving straw as thin as silk hair for a moment, he was still falling.

When Lu Yan was in a hurry, he yelled, "The water is coming!"

There was no water around, and the cliffs were like mirrors, and the kappa's feet were hard to step on the blood flowers, and his hands were alive and bright red.

In an instant, the rare blood flower condensed into a sword bone to replace the tail that was about to break, barely maintaining the status quo of the two of them.

"Lu someone, don't believe it, don't believe it. ”

The kappa was holding the hands of a thousand Buddhas who crushed the internal organs, and stepped on the miasma of the undead that was eroding people's minds, and suddenly his skin and flesh were opened, and blood flowed all over his face.

A short, swarthy man held his tail and shouted to the sky, "Alliance leader, avenge us." ”

However, the wine sword fairy in the feathered snake position lasted for half an hour, preferring to die rather than give in, and pulled up with his back against the stone wall and the tail of the handle.

Old wounds, new wounds, blood bursting, and worse.

The wind channel Yunhai who wrote the "Record of Medicine and Poison Immortals" stepped on the edge of the cliff, held the "Blood Poison Bible" in his hand, and the sword bones transformed into cobwebs, and the blood of the river boy did not flow in vain.

Shu Canghai stretched out his hand and said, "Master, let me come!"

A teacher and an apprentice who have been in love for a long time will help each other.

The casual and happy wind channel Yunhai does not shy away from the sworn enemies of the camp that are incompatible, and gives the "Medicine and Poison Immortal Record" Gong Shu Canghai for reference.

The two of them adhered to the style of virtual learning of mutual research and mutual research, and were grateful to Shu Canghai for being taught by the poison immortal, and worshiped the blood poison gate ruthlessly.

At this time, Shu Canghai's fingers dripped blood, turning into several ropes, and blood-red cobwebs were connected one after another.

Showing strain, panting and sweating.

"Come on, come on, come on!"