Mr. Zhong is a famous and decent disciple, the Xuandao is authentic, the master of the one-yuan patriarch has profound mana, and he deters the demons in West Kunlun, and the uncle is even more famous for protecting the calf, and even the famous demon cult bosses such as the Red Corpse God Monarch, the Sand God Boy, and the Snow Mountain Old Charm who are mighty in the world do not dare to hurt the Kunlun disciples for no reason.

He was also young and vigorous, he fell into a magic plot and was rescued by Fu Zeyang, who he had just met, and saw Deng Bagu rushing to the magic lamp desperately, like a moth to a fire, and suddenly felt that the blood in his chest was boiling, and he scolded the old demon of the Demon Dao angrily, released the flying sword, and went straight to a lamp in the distance.

The person on that lamp was a tall monk, with inch-long short hair on the top, a big red robe, beaded ears, white skin, and a standing Qinglian Blood Flame Demon Lantern in his right hand, sitting on the top of a poplar tree. He also cast a spell on the tree, and it was covered with layers of human faces, and its branches were tangled, and it became a large lotus flower, which held him up.

He never imagined that someone could use such an unbelievable method to break the magic weapon he had worked so hard to cultivate, what could scare the vicious and violent demon into such a hurry and flee back into the lamp? He only thought that Fu Zeyang had a powerful Buddhist treasure on his body, and he never expected that Fu Zeyang himself would have the ability to suppress and restrain the demon.

Mr. Zhong's sword flew over, and Deng Bagu was surprised and delighted when she saw that he was safe, and she also changed the direction of the sword light, and drove side by side with Mr. Zhong to kill the master of the lamp. Fu Zeyang took away the poisonous sand without the demon and put it into a gourd, and suddenly felt something, as if someone was peeping in secret. He was secretly surprised, but he didn't show it on his face, but released his flying sword and killed the master of a lamp.

He sensed that the man was too high, and he shouldn't be here, just casting spells to spy through the air.

After cultivating the demon, he was very sensitive, and he didn't perceive the other party's malicious intentions, on the contrary, he had some meaning of care, either Mr. Zhong's elder or Deng Bagu's elder. With his current strength, he can't track the other party, unless he uses the magic pupil, but then it is very likely that the other party will find out the secret of his cultivation of blood nerves, so he just treats it as ignorance.

Three swords, the finished glyph surrounded a lamp and the master fought.

Mr. Zhong's fairy sword is a blue, like the blue of the sky, back and forth, wide open and closed, with a series of arcs flowing and shining on it, and there is a posture of righteousness piercing through the air and repelling evil.

Deng Bagu's flying sword is a black light, which looks inconspicuous, but it is fast and ruthless, and she is good at attacking from the side.

If the two of them face each other, the final loser in the simple competition of swordsmanship must be Deng Bagu, but if others fight with them, the opponent they would rather choose must be Mr. Zhong rather than Deng Bagu.

Compared with these two people, Fu Zeyang's swordsmanship is much weaker, his swordsmanship is learned from Xu Wan, Xu Wan's level is not very good, he has learned for a short time, and he has mainly relied on his own exploration over the years, which is far less than what others have taught by their masters. However, his Taiyin Divine Sword is too miraculous, and he is not afraid of demon blood pollution, coming and going, not touching the dust, and still bright and bright.

Seeing that he had collected his own magic sand, the Venerable Master was most afraid of him, and used most of his attacks against him, only to find that he was not using Buddhist spells, and he did not even touch the edge of the Buddhist sect, but most of the magic he relied on would be ineffective, and he was extremely puzzled and puzzled.

The Venerable Master also practiced a Red Lotus Sword, but his swordsmanship was limited, and he couldn't resist the three of them, so he still had to use spells.

He shook the magic lamp and flew out hundreds of fist-sized demonic flames, each of which was inhabited by demons, turning into bloody faces and screaming and screaming at Mr. Zhong and Deng Bagu.

He didn't drive the lights to deal with Fu Zeyang, because he knew that it was useless, so he only ordered the demon flame to fly towards Zhong and Deng, and transferred his red lotus sword to fight Fu Zeyang, and he found that Fu Zeyang's swordsmanship was not very good.

Fu Zeyang naturally didn't simply fight with him, he divided his hands and used the innate method of escaping water, and waves of water escaped in the Yellow River behind him, and in the process of flying into the sky, he quickly condensed his minions and whiskers, turning into eighteen hundred-meter-long muddy water yellow dragons, circling around Fu Zeyang for several weeks, and with the direction of his fingers, they pounced on the master of a lamp together.

The Venerable Master sneered, and a huge blood-flame red lotus appeared from the air, and a bloody face appeared in the center of the lotus, opening a huge mouth covered with mucus fangs, sucking it hard, sucking all the eighteen water dragons into his mouth like eating a loach.

Fu Zeyang was slightly surprised, this great monk is so powerful!

He continued to cast spells: "I'll see how many of them you can eat me!" One by one, the hundred-meter water dragon came out of the water behind him and automatically threw it into the red lotus, "If you have a kind of you, you will drink all the excess floods!

The water dragons came out faster and faster, in groups of three or five, and they were constantly devoured by the red lotus.

In an instant, more than 300 water dragons were devoured by the red lotus, and the person on the lamp showed a faint smile on his face, looking confident, as if no matter how much water his red lotus could swallow.

On the other side, Mr. Zhong used the thunder method of the Kunlun faction again, summoning the Nine Heavens God Thunder to the lower realm, and the master of a lamp released the magic lantern and hung it above his head, letting the thunder roar, only the light flickered a few times, and he didn't care.

"If you juniors dare to attack my old man, you should have been executed immediately, and you should have taken your soul and refined it into a demon. It's just that looking at your master's face, I missed a single blow, and it's not good to continue to bully the small with the big. The juniors of the Kunlun faction hurry up, and the eighth aunt will go back to the mountain with me and marry my apprentice......"

"Don't you think!" Mr. Chung interrupted him in the air.

Deng Bagu was encouraged, and also shouted loudly: "Your apprentice wants to marry me, let him cultivate for another hundred lifetimes!"

The master of the lamp snorted coldly, hung the magic lamp on his chest, closed his eyes slightly, and recited a secret mantra in his mouth, the lamp crackled, and sparks kept bursting out, and each spark was full of blood flames of the devil, rising into the air like a hot air balloon, reaching the blue sky and merging with each other, forming a cloud of blood, tumbling and rolling, like a large mass of flesh and blood.

The sky was full of blood clouds, and the bloody wind blew, dripping down in clusters of blood rain.

"This is the blood cloud of the heavens Dafa, let's go quickly!" Deng Bagu flew up to meet Mr. Zhong, the two were still more than 100 meters apart, and a bloody sky-covering demon claw came out of the blood cloud, and fished it out of Mr. Zhong's body, Deng Bagu shouted when he saw this, "That's the Hercules demon raised by the old monster, he actually refined it, and the Taoist retreated quickly!"

Mr. Zhong also saw that it was powerful, and took out a magic weapon and threw it into the devil's claws, with a shocking bang, the devil's claws were blown to pieces, and the blood cloud was torn apart.

There was a piercing roar from the blood cloud, which shook the mountains and echoed, the yellow water churned, and a huge face drilled into the blood cloud, as if the human face had been peeled off the skin alive, full of blood plasma, and the huge mouth full of fangs opened and bit the two of them, and the two of them saw the opportunity early, and at the same time as the thunder, they merged their swords and flew to the northwest at the same time.

Fu Zeyang saw this momentum and knew that he couldn't resist it, he hesitated on the issues of "immediately abandoning his friends and running away" and "taking care of his friends and running away together", and at this moment, the master of the lamp locked on him, his hand shook, and all the blood flames and lanterns flew towards him. Fu Zeyang hurriedly turned around and threw himself into the surging Yellow River, using the water escape method to escape quickly.

He watched Zhong and Deng go upstream, so he wanted to go downstream by himself, and when he came to run separately, the other party could only chase one side, this demon monk was coming for Deng Bagu, and he would definitely chase upstream, and he would be saved. Second, it should be safer to go to the sea along the Yellow River, and then go to Beihai from the sea, because there are too many bigwigs in the Central Plains, and it is too unsafe.

But he didn't want to, the Master of Yideng had already changed his mind, and he arrested Deng Bagu and went back to add a woman to the apprentice.

He has already seen that Fu Zeyang's ability to make the demon flee in fear is not because of any magic weapon or spell, but because of his own physique, if he can catch this kid and use his Yuan Shen flesh and blood to refine it into a magic weapon, and then face up to the people in the same way, as long as the treasure is revealed, just shake it casually, the other party's demon will retreat, wouldn't he win a hundred battles?

For him, Fu Zeyang's temptation is far better than Deng Bagu!

He had already calculated that Fu Zeyang would run downstream, cast magic in advance, and conjure up ten thousand red lotuses in the downstream waterways, piling up all over the river to block the way, and each red lotus had a human face on it.

Fu Zeyang almost hit the pile of faces, braked suddenly, and when he looked back, 10,000 points of blood flame burned into the water, sealing the retreat. Hurriedly used the Dafa of dripping blood clone, a drop of blood oozed from the fingertips of his right hand, changed into his own appearance and fled to the south bank, attracting the blood flames to the past, he shook the pursuit, fled to the north bank direction, a light old demon was in the north, he didn't dare to go ashore, and then turned west, against the turbulent Yellow River water flow upward, straight to the northwest.

The person on the lamp was full of joy, thinking that he could kill people and seize the primordial god, but he only burned a fake body, and recognized it as the blood god clone Dafa. This spell is known to many schools of the Demon Sect, but it is not common to be able to practice it so deeply, it must be only available in a few major schools, and most of them use the method of deboning and substituting the body, at least cutting off a little finger.

He is not from Buddhism, but from the Demon Sect? The Master was first suspicious, and then surprised: if he is from the Demon Sect, he must have mastered some kind of method of resisting demons, which can make the demon fear like that, this method can be called the nemesis of the people in the Demon Sect, I must capture him today, take him into my own possession, and never let this kid fall into the Orthodox Church or other sects of the Demon Sect!

Fu Zeyang was flying under the water, and the master of a lamp held a magic lamp, sitting in the red cloud, locking him firmly with his divine sense, and releasing Hercules to take him.

Hercules Demon is already a god and demon level creature, far from being comparable to ordinary demons, he is not afraid of the coercion on Fu Zeyang's body, but is provoked by the same kind of breath to fight for strength, wrapped in red clouds, and constantly stretches out his claws to grab down. He had just been blown to pieces a devil's claw, which would grow again, and not just two, but six, with branches and branches, like monkeys catching fish, and constantly probing into the water.

It's really poured eight lifetimes of blood mold!

Fu Zeyang was caught by the devil's claws several times, and his heart rose to his throat, and he cursed angrily: What are you chasing me for?