Ninefold Kun Yuan Great Array.

Performed by the Nine Veins Elder of the White Horse Pavilion, its power can shake the heavens and the earth.

In an instant, the heavens and the earth were discolored, and the nine flying swords formed a circle array, bursting out with brilliant brilliance, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the qi reached the sky.

Sanhezhuang, far behind the statue mountain, was immersed in the smoke curling, Wang Wei was holding a pile of firewood, and suddenly his heart was like a knife. Turning his head to look at the strange statue of the sky, the firewood sticks in his arms were scattered all over the ground, and he ran home in a panic.

The sky suddenly became dull, the sun was over, the remaining light slowly disappeared, and with a half-pillar of incense, it would be completely ushered in the pure night sky.

The fire-like canopy is at the top of the mountain, and the wind will rise.

The nine flying swords were shaped like a whirlpool, trapping Ming Bao in just one "formation form". Looking at the Nine Veins Elders of the White Horse Pavilion again, all of them are confident, just waiting for Xinyue Zhenren to take action in person to teach this Mingbao Demon Dao who does not know the heavens and the earth and is generous, righteous and shameful!

"Boom!"

The cold sword qi was getting closer and closer to Wang Zimo, and the elders of the White Horse Pavilion all saw that Wang Zimo's clear eyes were full of despair.

Any one of them, as long as they are willing to make a move, can defuse Xinyue's offensive.

But they didn't, everyone lost their beloved disciples, and in their eyes, Wang Zimo was a heinous thug, muddy, scattered, and shattered their opportunity to settle in the main vein and take charge of the White Horse Pavilion.

"Xinyue, you'll regret it!"

Mingbao was out of luck, Wang Zimo was brought into Baiyun Temple by his own hands, although he got the consent of Gong Hu, but he was not completely accepted by the rest of the people, if it was......

"Damn, I can't care so much, today Lao Tzu will turn your nine dragons into nine chickens!" Mingbao roared in a deep voice, and the purple gold ruyi in his hand suddenly shone brightly, instantly suppressing the brilliance of the Ninefold Kunyuan Great Array.

The Ninefold Kun Yuan Great Array, the formation can trap Mingbao, and its power can be imagined. Just the exposed edge frightened the prince to roll and crawl on the grass above his knees.

The Ninefold Flying Sword turned into nine colorful dragons, constantly swimming and roaring in the whirlpool, and the scattered divine power turned into a huge net and weaved together with each other, reflecting Wang Zimo's small face, especially the eyes full of horror, staring at the ravines that were getting closer and closer to him.

Unparalleled power shook the earth!

"Just die?"

Wang Zimo's face turned pale and he collapsed to the ground in a gloomy manner. The eyes were no longer fearful, but godless, dead gray. The cold sweat on his forehead was quickly sucked back by the loose skin, and in the face of irresistible force, he trembled all over, and could only sit and wait for death.

"It shouldn't hurt a lot!"

"Well, it shouldn't hurt!" The corners of Wang Zimo's eyes were sour, and his tears lost their temperature and were cold.

No, it wasn't that the tears had lost their warmth, but that his face had been burned red by the air around him, and he couldn't feel the temperature of the tears.

He persuaded himself in his heart, and suddenly he wanted to look in the direction of his home again.

When you open your eyes, your long eyelashes are filled with nostalgia for the world. The back of the majestic statue mountain is straight, like a huge statue inserted into the ground. Behind the Statue Mountain is Sanhezhuang, and at this time every household should pull the bellows and waft out the tempting aroma of porridge from the stove.

"If there is an afterlife, I will give my life to protect you!"

"Run!"

Mingbao's face turned red, and he waved the purple gold Ruyi vigorously and wrestled with the nine divine dragons.

The earth flew, and in the blink of an eye, the sharp sword slashed at Wang Zimo's feet.

Xinyue Zhenren finally relieved the evil breath in his chest, hooked the corners of his lips, and pulled the whole swollen face in severe pain. She was suddenly angry again, gritted her teeth and urged the Qingshui Sword to pick up, stabbing Ming Bao's empty heart.

"Old witch!"

Wang Zimo regained his desire for life under the call of Mingbao, but the sword qi had reached the soles of his feet, how could he say that he could run. Gradually, that desire for life turned into hatred, and the incomparable hatred was superimposed on Xinyue Zhenren, and the monstrous black mist suddenly overflowed from the prince's silent eyebrows, enveloping his body.

It's too late, it's too soon!

A huge copper gourd suddenly flew from the north, and a huge golden spear hung above the copper gourd.

It's Gong Ju and Xiaobai!

Mingbao's face was happy, but before the joy fell, he suddenly froze.

To the south, in the opposite direction of the copper gourd, an oil-paper umbrella came at a faster speed, like lightning.

The oil-paper umbrella was milky color, and it was slowly stretched out during rotation, and when they heard the sound of "pop", everyone suddenly found that this time and space were completely imprisoned.

Wang Zimo bit his lip and looked up at the oil-paper umbrella with a familiar feeling.

The umbrella bone seems to be carved with black jade, crystal clear. The surface of the umbrella is like tissue paper, and it resembles cicada wings, and a white lotus flower with a slight rouge color is embroidered on it.

For a moment, the prince was at a loss.

The fragrance is pervasive, with a slightly shy lotus fragrance, deep into the heart.

Wang Zimo couldn't help twitching his nose and took two hard breaths. A murmuring voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "I can only hold half a cup of tea, don't waste time, go and kill them!"

The cold sword qi was close to the tip of his nose, and the half-zhang deep ravine stretched from Xinyue Zhenren's feet to Wang Zimo.

The dark eyes were full of violence, and the hatred just now was tilted out from the depths of his heart.

Half a cup of tea is enough!

Wang Zimo walked up to Xinyue Zhenren step by step along the deep ravine, raised his hand to grab her bare ankle, and pulled hard, and the water-colored skirt fell quickly in the air.

Immediately after, Wang Zimo stood beside Xinyue's terrified eyes.

The thin willow eyebrows were gently drawn on the brow bone, and the swollen cheeks were subsided by the luck, leaving only a large flush, which made Xinyue even more charming.

Wang Zimo is not here to admire this pretty face.

He held his breath and stared, and suddenly stretched out his right hand and slammed it on Xinyue Zhenren's lower abdomen.

Such an unbridled act suddenly made the elders of the White Horse Pavilion tremble. Only Mingbao knew what Wang Zimo was going to do next.

Mingbao had unbearable in his eyes!

It's not that he can't bear to see Xin Yue die like this, but he can't bear to see his exclusive secret technique of refining the Yuan Qi Bead being stolen by these hypocrites in the White Horse Pavilion.

Refining the Vitality Bead is a demonic act, and it is despised by the so-called righteous paths.

In fact, this is not the case, there are various methods of refining the Yuan Qi Bead, it can be said that as long as the person with the right mind has acceptable qualifications, and in time, he can create his own. It's just that the difference is that it's practical or not. Just like cooking, one person can cook the food, but whether it tastes good or not is another matter.

Wang Zimo was afraid that he couldn't handle it accurately, so he pressed his right hand Xinyue's lower abdomen, which was soft, like pressing on water tofu.

Xinyue Zhenren bit the corner of her lip, and her whole face turned red.

She was shy, once upon a time she was so close to a man, never before!

But what happened next instantly made her regret it to death.

I saw that Wang Zimo's left hand lightly tapped on Xinyue Zhenren, as if he was caressing, little by little, down, first the tip of the noble nose, and then the red lips fell directly on the chest.

Xinyue felt more and more ashamed, what did this bastard kid want to do?

In front of so many people, do you want to humiliate yourself like Mingbao? Sure enough, things gather people in groups, and scum and scum cherish each other!

When Wang Zimo's fingertips touched the soft belt around his waist, Xinyue finally couldn't suppress the fear in her heart, the corners of her lips twitched, and the corners of her long eyes suddenly shed hot and wet tears.

However, this is not the case.

Xinyue Zhenren's cultivation is profound, and he is in the same heaven-splitting realm as Mingbao, and Wang Zimo is also beating a drum in his heart, not knowing if his small pseudo-Saint can be successfully refined in the early stage.

Xinyue Zhenren's tears had not wet the hair on her sideburns, and she suddenly stiffened her soft body, and then her limbs stiffened, her eyes stared straight at Wang Zimo, her two red lips trembled because of nervousness, and her frightened eyes seemed to be begging for mercy from Wang Zimo's subordinates.

The first time is to smash the altar and erase the consciousness.

Mingbao's spell is really magical, no matter how he cultivates, his left hand does not need to gather vitality, and he grasps the void, as if he naturally gathers the power of heaven and earth, and it only takes one moment to make Xinyue Zhenren twitch in pain.

At this moment, Xinyue's clear eyes suddenly became cloudy.

Although it was muddy, he still had the desire to survive, staring directly at Wang Zimo, as if to say: "Please, let me go!"