Fu Zeyang rode the black cloud and tried to hurry, and suddenly a silver rainbow flew back and stopped in front of him. The silver mangs spread out, revealing the Jade Dragon Maiden Cui Wugu: "We went to the village you said to see, and sure enough, all the animal creatures, flying and diving plants were all extinct, and there were traces of being burned by the ghost fire." She looked at the black clouds under Fu Zeyang's feet, "In broad daylight, it is very inappropriate for Daoists to use this method to hurry, if you don't dislike it, I have a magic weapon, how about taking Daoyou on a short trip?"

"I can't ask for it!"

Cui Wugu took out an amethyst bottle, took the bottom of the bottle and turned it upside down, pouring out a stream of colorful smoke from it. The colored smoke gathers but does not disperse, expands sharply, rolls out in rows, and forms five-colored auspicious clouds. Cui Wugu asked Fu Zeyang to climb the clouds, and then pointed behind him, this auspicious cloud carried the two of them, flying at a rapid speed like a storm and lightning.

The mountains and rivers and the earth quickly swept under their feet, surrounded by five-colored smoke and clouds, and the wind could not blow on the body, and they did not feel cold.

Fu Zeyang secretly envied, this should be Cui Wugu's Zhenshan magic weapon Wuyue Jinyun Pocket, which can be used to attack the enemy and trap the enemy, can also be used to defend and protect himself, and can also carry people to fly, it is really a necessary magic weapon for home travel, and after saving Xiao He Miao, he must also find a way to refine a similar one.

The five-colored auspicious clouds formed by the five mountains and brocade clouds were very fast, and they rushed to the grave where Xu Wan was just after dark.

Ling Hun and his sister Ling Xuehong had already started a fight with Xu Wan. Ling Hun released a jade dragon sword on the mountain range in the southeast, turning into a hundred-meter-long white jade dragon, churning up and down. Ling Xuehong was on the horizontal branch of the ancient cedar tree a hundred meters in the northwest, and harnessed her sword-like knife, forming a silver giant blade dozens of meters long, slashing horizontally and vertically.

In the center, a six-yin magic platform built with mud and skulls, Xu Wanduan sat on the top of the platform, his right hand controlled the Taiyin Divine Sword, the sword light was as dazzling as the bright moon, and the Jade Dragon Immortal Sword was resisted; his left hand manipulated three hundred and sixty ghost ghost arrows, all of which were three-foot-long turquoise ghost fire, whirling and flying in the air, like a drill monkey with a sharp whistle, entangled in the magic sword.

He was one against two, although he was down, but the Ling brothers and sisters did not fight him.

Fu Zeyang saw that Shang He was wrapped around his neck, waist, hands and feet by three black qis, tied to the top of a large tomb in front of the Dharma platform, and the seven junior disciples held the Taiyin long banner and sat in a formation of the Big Dipper, ready to start refining the corpse demon at any time.

He asked Cui Wugu to put him down in the distance, and quietly touched him in the forest, but before he got close, he suddenly heard Ling Xuehong's coquettish shout, and the air ping-pong burst out, like a festival fireworks, and the turquoise sparks were scattered all over the sky.

It turned out that Xu Wan's sword technique was far inferior to that of the Ling family's brothers and sisters, relying on the Taiyin Divine Sword to forcibly suppress the Jade Dragon Sword.

However, Ling Xuehong's Prajna Knife is a demon-subduing treasure refined by the Buddhist God Nifentuo Master, and his ghost and ghost arrows are still not opponents with many surrounds and few surrounds.

Ling Xuehong's imperial sword flew and slashed Xu Wan, Xu Wan let out a long roar, a green fire ignited on his body, the fire burst and disappeared, Xu Wan disappeared without a trace with the fire qi, and the sword only cut the Dharma platform under his seat in half.

"Sister, be careful!" Ling Hun reminded in a loud voice, and the jade dragon transformed by the fairy sword flew into the air, pounced behind Ling Xuehong, and scattered a cloud of dead qi there. When Ling Xuehong hurriedly turned around, he was hit by the collapsed dead qi head-on, and in an instant, all the hairs on his body stood up, and the spirit spirit shivered, and hurriedly used the Heavenly Dragon Zen Skill passed on by his master to protect his body, which was a little better.

Ling Hun and Cui Wugu's cultivator's secret method was able to lock Xu Wan's movements, and the two of them each released their fairy swords, and their bodies and swords merged to track Xu Wan who was surging and flying with dead air, and Ling Xuehong also released a sword to help fight, forcing Xu Wan to constantly change directions.

Fu Zeyang came to the center of the cemetery, and when Wang Changzi and others saw that it was him, they shouted, "What are you going to do?"

Fu Zeyang released three flying forks and warned in a deep voice: "I am naturally here to save Xiao He Miao and go, you better not do it with me, if you don't know what to do, don't blame me for not talking about the brotherhood of the past." ”

The eldest son of the king said loudly: "How can you have any brotherhood with us? Now you have betrayed your teacher and apostasy, colluded with outsiders to come back to deceive your teacher and destroy your ancestors, and you are even more of an enemy. Master said that today I sacrificed that kid to refine the treasure, and then I will take you to correct the Fa in the future, but I didn't expect you to be impatient and come back so soon to die!" He ordered the six junior disciples, "Everyone do what I want to do, and punish the traitor!"

The six of them shook the long banner in their hands at the same time, and a ball of turquoise fireball with the mouth of a bowl flew out from the surface of the flag, and they hit like cannons.

Among these disciples, except for the eldest son of Wang, the other six were recruited by Fu Zeyang himself, and the Taoism they learned was also taught by Fu Zeyang, but Fu Zeyang was very strict with them, and the eldest son of Wang provoked him, they all complained about him, and they were more jealous.

Fu Zeyang knew that the magic circle they used was very powerful, and if he continued to fly towards Shang He, he would inevitably be tracked down by thousands of ghost fires, swarmed, and burned to ashes. He hurriedly used the five ghost fires to escape, and the ghost fire under his feet burned, enveloping him, and then splitting into many fireballs and rushing towards the surrounding junior disciples, who hurriedly danced and waved their forks to extinguish the ghost fire.

The next moment, Fu Zeyang appeared behind the eldest son of Wang, and the moonlight in his palm condensed into a talisman and slapped into the back of the eldest son's head.

The eldest son of the king was frozen for a moment, maintaining a stunned posture, holding a long banner high in his right hand and a fork in his left hand, his face flushed, but he could not move.

The third junior brother Zhao Wenchang saw him forbidding Wang's eldest son, cursed loudly, and sacrificed the fork. His fork was refined with phosphorus yin ghost fire, and he turned into a green fire snake several meters long, dragging a long tail behind it, and flew with a sharp whistling: "Don't be afraid, everyone, let the flying fork out, I don't believe he can win the alliance of so many of us...... Ahh

Before he finished speaking, the fire in front of him surged, and Fu Zeyang suddenly appeared in front of him and slapped him in the mouth.

He was beaten to the point that he staggered, spat out a mouthful of blood with spittle, and as soon as he covered his cheek with his hand, he was kicked again on the waist, and his body flew sideways and threw him into the mass grave behind him.

The remaining five people have always been led by Wang Changzi and Zhao Wenchang, seeing that the two of them were all defeated by Fu Zeyang in an instant, they all showed a look of fear on their faces, and when they saw Fu Zeyang looking over, the five of them stepped back: "Senior brother!"

Fu Zeyang gave them a few virtual touches with his hand as a warning, and then flew to the top of the big tomb where Shang He was.

Shang He was bound by the entangled black qi yin soul lock, his mouth was also strangled, he couldn't speak, he was very excited and happy to see Fu Zeyang come to save him.

Fu Zeyang can fly to the front of the grave, suddenly the blue light in front of him shines, Xu Wan appeared in the flames, his face was distorted in anger, and he shouted angrily: "Beast! You actually colluded with outsiders to come back to deal with me!"

Fu Zeyang was so frightened that the hairs all over his body exploded, the difference in strength between him and Xu Wan was tantamount to a world of difference, Xu Wan wanted to kill him in minutes, and he would definitely die in a direct battle. He subconsciously exploded his whole body into a large canopy of blue fire, and made the five ghost earth escapes move a hundred meters away in an instant.

Standing between the deserted graves, he was slightly relieved to see that Xu Wan did not chase after him.

Suddenly, the sky suddenly dimmed, and he looked up and saw that the full moon in the sky was hidden by a small figure, and it was Xu Wan sitting in the air in the night. He had the moon on his back, as if he was in the moon palace, spreading his arms and casting spells. The silver-white moon ring quickly turned green, and on the periphery of the moon ring, there was a lingering ghost fire burning, and between heaven and earth, it was all green in an instant.

Why is there a Xu Wan in the sky?

Fu Zeyang suddenly came to his senses, Xu Wan couldn't fight Ling Hun and the three of them, and he wanted to use the supernatural powers of the Taiyin Law to fight hard, the one in the sky was real, and the one who appeared on the grave just now to block him was fake!

I was so stupid! I deceived him several times, and this time I was finally deceived by him.

Fu Zeyang hurriedly rushed to the ancient tomb where Shang He was located again, and suddenly Xu Wan burst into the air with a loud shout, opened the gourd on his waist, and flew out of it with hundreds of millions of emeral sparks, which was the Ten Thousand Corpse Soul Splitting Sand that they had been cultivating for many years!

At this time, Ling Hun and his family were still very young, Ling Hun only had one jade dragon immortal sword, Cui Wugu's Wuyue Jinyun was still shallow, Ling Xuehong had returned from reincarnation, and had just re-entered the sect of Fentuo Laoni, and there was only a Panruo knife in his hand.

The swordsmanship of the three of them is very high, and their spells are also very strong, but they are very difficult to deal with Xu Wan, who is wearing an evil magic weapon.

In the past two years, Fu Zeyang has been equivalent to Xu Wan's big butler, taking care of everything properly, Xu Wan can concentrate on cultivation without distractions, and enter the realm quickly. If it was during the day, he wouldn't be able to fight these three people, but at night, when the bright moon was in the sky, he was blessed by the power of Taiyin, and there was some atmosphere of turning defeat into victory, but he would suffer after all.

Now that the time has come to sacrifice and refine the corpse demon, Xu Wan used the most powerful Taiyin Method, using his own vitality to merge the Taiyin aura between heaven and earth, and using his own Yuan Shen to merge the Taiyin Moon Spirit, and then cast all the ten thousand corpse splitting soul sand that was connected with his divine energy.

He wanted to kill these three nosy sword immortals and refine their primordial gods into the divine sand.

This kind of cultivator's primordial spirit is a hundred times better than the soul of ordinary people!

Ten Thousand Corpses Soul Splitting Sand turned into hundreds of millions of emerald starfires and fell from the sky, like a long river of fire pouring down from the Moon Palace, with endless ghosts and corpses attached to it. In the process of falling, thousands of ghosts howled in unison, and thousands of corpses roared, mixed together, forming a kind of dementoring sound, the sharp ghost roar pierced the eardrum like a needle, and the heavy corpse roar shook the eardrum like a war drum.

As soon as the sand came out, the five disciples screamed and covered their ears and rolled on the ground, constantly vomiting.

Fu Zeyang has cultivated into the realm of soul refining with a Zhu Guo, and has initially condensed into a yin god, barely able to withstand this evil sound of soul retraining. However, he had no ability to resist the Divine Sand Body, the Heavenly River Waterfall composed of immeasurable turquoise starfire, which flowed straight down from the nine heavens and poured down onto the ancient tomb in the center of the cemetery.

Shang He was overwhelmed in an instant!

"Xiao He Miao!" Fu Zeyang wanted to rush over, but the divine sand was just like molten iron pouring on the ground, sparks splashing wildly, and the sky was full of turquoise firelight.

The immeasurable sparks came in waves, and Fu Zeyang didn't dare to resist, so he could only escape with the five ghost fires and escape along the fire.