The earth-shattering explosion formed a huge amount of smoke, and for a moment the yellow light covered the white leaves of the yin and yang tree, and when the light and mist dissipated, only the old man was left.

The white rakshasa disappeared directly!

The water surface was sparkling, and both the uncle and the white snake jumped into the water together, and she must have been seriously injured.

And after the light and fog, Xie Wuhuan immediately ran to the shore, pushed several rafts into the water, and then shouted, "The Yin Yang Fruit has fallen into the water, go grab it!"

At this time, Fei Junzhe couldn't hold back for a long time, and the pen walked the dragon, and a sharp word trick was waved on the wound on the black snake's back again.

Originally, the wound was not far from its heart, and this move directly attacked the heart from its wound, and stabbed the judge's pen obliquely into it, with a heart!

And the white snake, which had already dived into the water, once again surfaced on the surface of the water, and hissed in the direction of the black snake.

The black snake, which was originally dying, seemed to understand, and when it fell, it turned its head in the direction of the lake, and a pair of snake eyes looked at the lake, as if to penetrate the crowd in front of them and look at their companions in the water.

Seeing that the black snake had fallen, the crowd on the shore found that their raft had floated into the water, and immediately jumped up regardless of it, heading towards the center of the lake.

At this moment, Fei Junzhe didn't know whether the uncle had succeeded, but he only heard the shout just now, and after hesitating for a moment, he went down to the lake with his people.

The moment the two of them intersected, the White Rakshasa was injured by the aftermath of the powerful impact.

Although the majestic palm was resisted by the power of the sword, two or three percent still hit his body.

The body is full of body protection aura, and the Vientiane Mind Method is quickly operated, and the efforts are resolved again, and in the end, there is still a percent of the palm power that hits his body without concealment.

His lungs trembled violently, and a mouthful of fishy sweetness welled up in his throat.

The white rakshasa forcibly swallowed the blood, and while the yellow light was still dissipating, he immediately made a decision and immediately jumped into the lake.

The palm of the supreme master, even if it is only one percent of the power, is not something that he can withstand now.

If they fight again, they will die without a place to be buried.

And in this lake, there should be a glimmer of life.

The moment the white rakshasa jumped into the water, he saw that Ding Zhipeng was also in the water, but he was on the side of the yin and yang tree trunk.

Ding Zhipeng beckoned to the White Rakshasa and sent the gods to the gods, the White Rakshasa did not swim to the shore, but swam to Ding Zhipeng.

Seeing that the white rakshasa was approaching, Ding Zhipeng turned sideways and dodged away, and the white rakshasa looked at the place where he was standing, and it was a huge cave.

I'm afraid this is the cave where the yin and yang are resting on weekdays.

The most dangerous places are often the safest places.

Ding Zhipeng swam into the cave, and the white rakshasa looked up and saw that the yellow mist on the yin and yang tree had dispersed, so he immediately stopped hesitating and swam into the cave.

After swimming for a while, I found that the space in the tree hole became a little narrow, and the water level gradually became lower, so I could not swim in the water, but could only crawl.

After climbing for a while, the cave gradually opened up, and finally the water was completely gone.

Although it is in the tree hole, there is no sense of suffocation, it seems that this hole is not completely closed, there should be a place for ventilation.

Ding Zhipeng tidied up his clothes, then sat on the ground to exercise pranayama, while the white rakshasa looked around with some vigilance for a while.

There was a haystack in the corner of this tree hole, and the white rakshasa sat on the haystack and hurried to breathe.

When the mental method was running, the white rakshasa checked his internal organs, the concussion just now was too intense, and there were some fine lines on some organs, if he fought again, he was afraid that his internal organs would be shattered.

The White Rakshasa took out the Purple Spirit Pill that Lei Huaran had given him before and swallowed it, carefully operating his skills to dissolve the medicinal power.

After the old man jumped into the lake, he did not find any trace of the white rakshasa, so he immediately turned around and jumped onto the water, preparing to observe the movement of the water waves on the water surface and then track.

Who knows, as soon as I came out of the water, I saw those people on the shore rushing to jump into the water like dumplings, splashing countless ripples.

The old man frowned, cursed, "Damn!" and jumped on the raft and watched from the lake.

Xie Wuhuan didn't go into the water, she had been looking for traces of the White Rakshasa on the shore, and she planned to stir up trouble and let the White Rakshasa take the opportunity to escape.

But now, for a while, she couldn't find any trace of the White Rakshasa.

Where exactly did it go.

Some of them rowed rafts to the edge of the yin-yang tree, and began to break the branches of the yin-yang tree, and some picked leaves. One by one, like evil spirits, they want to plunder everything they see.

The old uncle frowned fiercely, the essence of this yin and yang tree for six hundred years is on this yin and yang fruit, and now he has not obtained one, how can he be willing.

I am nearly eighty years old, if I miss the Yin and Yang Fruit this time, I am afraid that there is no hope of entering the realm of innate masters in this life.

The old uncle climbed the yin-yang tree again and came to the branch where the yin-yang fruit grew before.

I saw that the yin and yang fruits that had grown were gone, leaving only four lotus-shaped leaf trays. Although it is not as good as the spiritual power of the Yin Yang Fruit, this lotus leaf tray can also be regarded as a life-prolonging elixir, and the uncle picked them all with a wave of his hand.

After absorbing the medicinal power, the white rakshasa barely relieved the injury and opened his eyes.

At this moment, Ding Zhipeng had finished pranayama, and he was looking at the white rakshasa.

"You ......," the White Rakshasa just wanted to speak.

Ding Zhipeng immediately interrupted, "At that time, you threw down that branch to save me, and I just did it for a life for a life." ”

The White Rakshasa wanted to explain that the branch had been accidentally brought down by himself, but he swallowed the words as soon as he reached his lips.

Ding Zhipeng continued: "You can block the palm of the top master, but I can only close my eyes and wait for death, you can also admire me." ”

"Good. "For those who don't dare to be interested, the White Rakshasa has always put on a full master posture, and he is a peerless master, and this Ding Zhipeng is at most a first-class master.

Ding Zhipeng seemed to have become a little uneasy because of a series of changes, and couldn't help but talk more, "The Black Shenlong is about to be desecrated by those people, and the people outside will suffer the wrath of the White Shenlong, so let's hide here for the time being." ”

This Ding Zhipeng seems to know something, but he is a little vague, Black Divine Dragon, White Divine Dragon?

Could it be that it refers to the yin and yang recklessness outside!

"What do you know?" asked the White Rakshasa reluctantly.

Ding Zhipeng shook his head, and then said, "The black and white gods coexist with this black and white divine tree, the divine tree has borne fruit, and the black god is damaged, the white god is crazy, the divine tree is withered, and everything is written on the holy book." ”

"Where are you from?" this Ding Zhipeng can't get in, and the white rakshasa can only start from elsewhere.

Ding Zhipeng looked bitter, lowered his head and laughed. The laughter was a little shriveled, and in this tree hole, there was a sense of gloom and compassion.

"I am from the Divine Dragon Palace, although I am now a small sect in Nanling, our inheritance has been ten thousand years. ”

"Each of us was called to enter the Divine Dragon Palace to learn the teachings, but now we have summoned the black and white gods, but the black and white gods have abandoned us. ”

"The black and white gods killed their followers with their own hands, and the damnation of heaven will be fulfilled. ”

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