Feng Juntian was very anxious at the moment.

I finally encountered an interesting sword formation diagram, probed it, and there was no response, the sword inside seemed to have no aura, soft and soft, without any sense of killing.

However, with a wrong vision, in the aftermath, the sword moves into formation, and the mystery is endless.

Turning around, motionless, like the king...

Partial head - ten thousand swords come out together, snatching the light!

Turn around - a little sword, whatever you want...

Eccentric - the sword has a spirit, and the Tao is natural!

Look back - as always, what do you do with me?

Feng Juntian is biased back and forth

The sword array diagram moves, stops, stops, stops

。。。。。。

That's enough!

Trick people!

I, Feng Juntian, have never been tricked by anyone when I am so old, isn't it just the ancient sword formation diagram! Who is rare!

Syllable!

"Yo, isn't this the eighth disciple Senior Brother Feng sitting down by the Ancestor?

What are you in?

Oops, this, this giant Wanjun sword formation diagram is the proud work of Dan Yangzi, the last kendo master of this sect, which unscrupulous disciple dares to throw it on the ground, it should be beaten, it should be beaten!"

Wen Siren used his rough voice to sigh slowly and leisurely at the sword formation scattered on the ground, but he didn't look at it, he kept staring at Feng Juntian, as if he had something to say.

"Hmph, it's just a fake, it's an insult to the master to lie in the collection pavilion with such a fake thing in a grand manner!"

Feng Juntian's face was now broken, and he tried to resist the urge not to slap Wen Siren.

"Oh, so Brother Feng can recognize at a glance that this thing is not genuine, good eyesight, good eyesight! ”

Wen Siren changed his words instantly, and praised Feng Juntian at once, as if he had forgotten who was looking distressed at the formation on the ground just now.

"This is natural, after all, my Feng family has long been... Feng Juntian was suddenly stunned when he said this,

"You're lying to me! No, how can I be so easy? Feng Juntian suddenly felt dizzy, and suddenly felt that the world was spinning,

"It's so easy to relax, isn't it? The formation map is good-looking, just look at it a few more times。。。。。。 Wen Siren silently rolled up the array on the ground, and the sword array in the exposed half of it slowly rotated, full of a sense of strangeness, if you look at it like that, it will be dizzy.

It's a pity that there are people here who are watching, so they can only do it to this extent, otherwise it will be really troublesome to be held accountable.

Wen Siren silently carried Feng Juntian on his shoulder, but it was a pity that the Collection Pavilion was not allowed to bring any storage artifacts, otherwise, a living person would still have a way to put it in.

。。。。。。。。。。。

The purple bamboo path is the most elegant and quiet place on weekdays, but now it is full of broken swords and sunken corpses everywhere.

The autumn wind swept up not the fallen leaves, but the resentful souls!

Hong Tao originally wanted to come here to seek the protection of his master, as long as his wife and children were safe, he was fearless.

But I never thought that the master would have an accident first!

The entire Purple Bamboo Forest is already purgatory!

Countless resentful spirits are uncontrolled, biting and devouring any monk who enters this place.

The best magic weapon in Hong Tao's hand, the Vajra Cover, can only protect his wife and children, but he is suffering from the bite of resentful souls, scars all over his body, and blood stains his whole body.

Qingwen silently perceived all this, but couldn't do anything, and her heart was naturally very anxious!

Suddenly, the entire purple bamboo forest sounded mournful, and the resentment boiling was gradually appeased, and I saw a person slowly walking out of the forest.

"Isn't this the famous Master Hong? Why, don't you refine your sword in the leylines and come to this purple forest to feed my resentful soul!"

Chen Handong is holding Miaoyin Dong Xiao, dressed in slender white clothes, clean and clean, compared with the extremely embarrassed Hong Tao, he really looks like a fairy.

Hong Tao's eyes were about to split, and he screamed like a heartbreak!

"Dog thief! If you deceive your teacher and destroy your ancestors, you will definitely have ten thousand corpses and you will not die well. ”

Poor Qingwen has no body and can't vomit!

This Chen Handong wanted to get married, he wanted to go crazy, I didn't know what method he used, he wore Shizun's clothes, took Shizun's Xiao, and learned Shizun's style!

I don't know how the master is alive and dead now!

"Ah, Hong'er! No!" Xue Lan screamed in shock!

I saw that the thick black gas passed directly through the vajra hood and rushed to the baby in her arms, but the child did not cry or make a fuss, it was unusually quiet, but its whole body was rapidly decaying, and in a few breaths, it had already given birth to bruises and corpse spots!

"If you want him to live, take out "Dust Weizi"!" Chen Handong, who was dressed in white, never felt that he was so proud in his life!

The next moment, he was terrified, and his face was distorted!

Hong Tao's body swelled several times and became a real giant, but his expression was cold at the moment, and he didn't see any anger at all.

Qingwen chuckled in her heart, she remembered that among the fragments she had seen before, this seemed to be a kind of ghost path secret technique, and the user would extinguish all emotions, and the cultivation would forcibly enter the next great realm......

"No, Brother Tao, I beg you, please, save Hong'er, he is our child!" Xue Lan fell to the ground, hugged the child and grabbed Hong Tao.

The giant slowly lowered his head, and all kinds of sad, painful, angry, and resentful expressions appeared on one face in an instant, but in the next breath, he ruthlessly kicked away Xue Lan, the woman who had been with him for half his life and had a son.

When I first saw him, he helped others, and saving others was also saving himself.

Today, no one can save anyone!

Heavenly Dao! Ghost magic is rampant, and the scourge is still there, and I don't see you sending down heavenly punishment!

Even so, what kind of natural path do I still cultivate?

In this life, but that's it!

O child, this world is in chaos, you go first, and the Father will come later!

It's only bitter for your mother!

"No!"

Qingwen is like being slapped on the head, her eyes are closed, and she is open!

"Say, say or not!" a fierce sweat twitched back and forth vigorously as the petite nun who was bound up in chains twitched back and forth.

"Say, say, say, what do you want me to say! You ask!" Qingwen was almost numb from the whipping, so she had to roll her eyes, but fortunately there was no pain here, otherwise she wouldn't know what the pain would be!

The whip that the big man was about to swing stopped for a moment, and secretly glanced at the noble young man in a red fox fur sitting on the side, and asked the companion next to him,

"This eldest young master has been on hold for three hours, why don't you speak, saying that you want to try the prisoner, you know that you want to draw people, where is this trial, it is clearly a communiqué——"

"Ahem!"

Smack! Another whip was drawn.

Qingwen rolled her eyes again, snapped!

"Say, say or not!" Dahan didn't seem to hear Qingwen's words at all, and continued to whip.

After a while, another big man came and continued to whip, with a few coughing sounds from time to time, and the whole gloomy dungeon seemed to fall into an eerie repetition.

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