The magic power of the Ximen Demon Dao is boundless.

The dry fingers gently pinched the white floating dust, the wide skeleton stretched open the Xuanhuang robe, and the old demon hovered in the air, and the green fluorescence bloomed all over his body, shining in all directions.

The old face is clear, and the spirit is strong.

The demon Dao is not ugly, and it has the appearance of a fairy wind and bones, but the face is slightly vicious, giving people a feeling of being possessed by a demonic god.

He is not smiling, his face is expressionless, he controls eleven nine-layer demon dragons, like an old naughty boy, the dragon rolls, the clouds and mist are shrouded, and the grandeur of a sect master is vividly embodied.

"Simon Masen, you old bastard, you can't die well, you choke on rice grains when you eat, there are big insects when you eat peaches, cockroaches bite you when you sleep at night, cockroaches drill your ears, cockroaches are in your mouth!"

The demon road is bullying Xiaoyu's friend, and the girl in the green dress and half-sleeved jacket is very angry.

No matter how magnificent Ximen Demon Dao is, in front of Tang Xiaoyu, it doesn't seem to be worth mentioning. She cursed loudly, swearing what she thought was the most terrifying curse.

Tang Xiaoyu's good friend Butterfly Fairy is besieged by ten giant dragons at this time, the little fairy incarnation method is good and has a high mountain, her Taoist hair crown has been level with the mountain peak next to her, meditating cross-legged, forming a barrier around her body, the dragon takes turns to attack, hitting the mountain and shaking.

How long Mu Jingqing can hold on, everyone doesn't know in their hearts.

This made the little tree demon angry, and kept cursing the old demon Ximen, but she didn't know that she could come to this world and have an inseparable relationship with the demon in front of her.

The little guy wanted to rush up to help Mu Jingqing, but was grabbed by Tang Xiaomi.

Tang Xiaoxiao knew in his heart that in a battle at the level of Yuanying Monk, they attacked individually, and they were completely looking for death.

Ximen Demon Dao felt that this tactic was a bit slow, so he shook the sleeves of his robe and changed his playing style, allowing the demon dragon to fly into the sky, forming a giant ring in the sky, hovering rapidly, like a thunder circle of lightning flashing.

Suddenly, a gap appeared in the aperture, and a demon dragon roared out, fangs and claws, and swooped down.

Then, one after another, they rushed down, struck hard, and then soared into the sky.

In this way, the cycle repeated, and Ximen Demon Dao suddenly felt that his power had increased a lot.

Mu Jingqing's Dharma body was as big as a mountain, and he began to tremble.

Among the crowd, Wu Song was the most excited, and he shouted loudly: "I don't care what Mu Jingqing came from, in short, she is a member of the Emei faction and a colleague of my nine major factions." I'll ask you for this person, will you give it or not?"

Just eliminated the Han Wangzhuang, Wu Song's blood poured pupils.

The tyrannical aura left by the Han Wangjian swirled around Wu Song's body, like a demon who refused to leave the yang world, but unfortunately, no matter how the evil ghost was entangled, in front of the good man Wu Song, it seemed like a rat who did not dare to jump into the oil pot.

There are three fires on the shoulders of the man, and the fire burns, and the evil spirit does not invade.

Wu Song stood in front of the queue, just now he was still carrying a cannon on his shoulder, but unfortunately now there is no Lei Guangshi and no relics, this cannon has become a waste and was thrown aside by him.

Tang Xiaopi thought the cannon was very interesting, took the cannon away, and discussed something with Tang Xiaoyu.

Tang Xiaoyu was anxious, and begged the incense boy to design a way to save her good friend.

Tang Xiaopi frowned, holding her cheek with one hand, as if the old monk was in a seat, in fact, she was pretending to be thinking about searching her intestines and scraping her stomach, and she already had a way in her heart.

The old demon of Maoshan continued to control the demon dragon with ten fingers, and the shield transformed by the black dragon was still hovering beside him.

With this shield here, this group of people is helpless against him.

He disdained to look at the men on the ground with disdain, and said in a normal tone:

"You don't know how much work I've put into her.

Ten years, twenty years, neither, but forty years.

Forty years of time, forty years of boiling, and forty years of wisdom are all integrated.

How old are you, how can you appreciate the effort?"

You Lan thought about it, and there was a trace of sympathy on her face, but she still said: "If you let me boil medicine, I will be annoyed for two quarters of an hour, and it is really not easy for you to boil it for forty years." But then again, you boiled a big living person into medicine, and you asked the other party if they agreed or not?"

Tang Xiaomi looked even more excited, and shouted: "You torture people, torture for forty years, are you embarrassed to reason with us?"

Simon Mason didn't look at them, as if he was saying to himself, "Do I need to reason with you?"

Suddenly, Tang Xiaopi ran over, climbed on Wu Song's shoulder, and whispered a few words.

Wu Song was taken aback, and asked Tang Xiaopi in a low voice, "Is this true?"

Tang Xiaopi was full of confidence: "It's the big deal, it's the same as the current situation." ”

Listening to the whispers of the people below, Ximen Zhensen felt a headache, he was not afraid of this group of juniors, but Mu Jingqing, who was suppressed by him, could not be entangled by ten demon dragons for a while.

He really wanted to summon a bolt of lightning and end it all, but now he couldn't do it. Absorbing the true qi of a Yuanying monk at once, no matter how talented the Ximen Demon Dao is, he can't bear it.

He also wanted to release the demon dragon that turned into a shield and kill Mu Jingqing together, but now this group of juniors is chattering below, and he doesn't know when he will do it, he doesn't want to absorb the true qi of these people, otherwise he will waste a month of time to slowly eliminate it.

Simon Mason felt really annoyed.

"Hey, Simon Mamori, you don't want to be rampant, you wait for me. ”

Wu Song scolded and blocked the cannon with his sturdy body, Tang Xiaopi twisted his body and got into the cannon.

After Tang Xiaopi was ready, Wu Song picked up the cannon again and shouted to Ximen Zhensen: "Old Dao, I will give you a big gift today." ”

Ximen Zhensen didn't take this group of people in his eyes at all, Yuanying Monk was a tenth-layer monk, and at this time, Ximen Demon Dao had already reached the thirteenth layer-Flying Ascension Realm.

In the face of the group of ants under his feet, he didn't even bother to blow a breath.

At this time, hearing Wu Song shout, he was quite curious, turned his head slightly, and was suddenly startled.

A strange red light turned out to be the true fire of samadhi that only existed in the sky.

"Immeasurable Buddha!"

Lao Dao suddenly swung the dust and pushed the black dragon shield in front of him forward.

The flames were everywhere, the black dragon burned immediately, the dragon could not maintain the shield style, and suddenly recovered the dragon body, but the dragon was on fire, flew to the sky, rolled into the clouds, rolled in pain, and flipped wildly, but no matter how the demon dragon tossed, the fire on his body could not be extinguished, and soon after, the demon dragon's mana was exhausted, and a pile of white bones fell from the sky.

"Hmm

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Jiuquan, after the monks of this realm eliminated the otherworldly madman Yao Qingxiao, a new duel began.

Ghost Wannu against Xiao Wujian.

The two of them did not have any moves, they both hovered in the air, maintaining a cross-legged meditative position, but their bodies were full of qi condensation and tumbling, as if wrapped in clouds.

The two of them hung above the clouds.

Under the clouds, the ghost queen Feng Qiao Xi led 800 ghost sect disciples and 2,000 gold bones, and fought with 8,000 people from the nine major factions.

And the 30,000 black-armored Yin soldiers who came from hell walked back to hell in a dead state.