Looking at the screaming witch, Pang Xian frowned and said coldly, "Noise!"

With a casual pull, the silver sword took advantage of the situation, and Bai Hong was pretentious, revealing the coldness, and cut off the witch's legs. As soon as the handle was scattered, a canopy of silver rain light needles grew in the wind, turned into a three-inch-long shuttle, and nailed the witch to death on a copper pillar with a few "snatching" sounds.

The people of the bitter clan were even more frightened, and they scattered one after another, and some of the clever ones had already rushed towards the fish-man cave for help. The aborigines of Heijiangzhai who were arrested made friends one after another, especially the remaining ten strong men on the twelve bronze pillars, and their expressions had become crazy.

Pang Xian untied the four chains on the clouded leopard's body, slowly smeared the elixir ointment on its wounds, turned his head and said to the witch: "Dare to hurt my spirit beast, I have a dilemma between life and death." ”

"What should I do? You said that I would drain your soul and refine your soul, imprison you on this bronze pillar, and let the wind and rain blow through thousands of years of vicissitudes. To be able to see what the mountains and rivers of my homeland have become after a thousand years, I am good enough for you, right?"

Ji Yaohua was howling miserably, and when she heard this, she stopped screaming, and was imprisoned in this bronze pillar for thousands of years, just thinking about it makes people feel desperate. He usually prides himself on being a ruthless character, and compared to the person in front of him, he is really not a person from the same world.

"No, I can't hear your screams like this, how can I feel heartily happy!"

Pang Xian bowed his head and groaned, looking serious like a scholar thinking about military affairs and the universe. Reflecting the green trees and green mountains, just like the characters in the painting, the demeanor is outstanding, and the young man in the green shirt is beautiful.

It's just that the next words are chilling, "I used to kill demons a few years ago and learned a kind of magic. Now that your limbs have been broken, it is time to seal you in the altar and feed the flying locust Gu. ”

Pang Xian was afraid that the wicked woman didn't know how to raise Gu, and Leng Sensen explained: "Don't worry, I won't let you die quickly." It will definitely let you taste the taste of being eaten by thousands of poisonous insects and strange Gu every day. Stay until the night, and I will heal you, day after day, year after year, never to be broken. ”

Ji Yaohua trembled with a mouthful of silver teeth, her scalp was numb, and she couldn't say anything to beg for mercy. This place is remote in southern Xinjiang, and the wind of quenching poison and refining Gu is prevalent, and the taste of being devoured by a hundred Gu is the clearest. The beautiful son in front of him looks like the most terrible demon in the world, and he doesn't even have the courage to look at him.

At this moment, there was a shout of killing in the distance. The roar of the beast resounded through the mountains, and it rushed through the sky as if thousands of troops were coming.

Pang Xian's body and sword were united, and the sword jumped and came into the air. I saw a small hill in the distance, full of poisonous snakes and pythons, colorful and hideous. Behind is a witch with a bird feather on his head and dressed in a sorcerer's robe, reflecting the verdant mountains and full of savage and rudeness.

On the opposite side, a cluster of acres of dark clouds was in the air, and the black and oppressive clouds were surging, wrapped in rippling water vapor, and many poisonous insects and beasts were opposed.

After a short time, the two sides started to move. The black cloud swelled and covered the mountains like an overwhelming land. Then there was an earth-shattering continuous explosion, and the pitch-black thunder beads exploded all over the air, and the stumps flew like rain.

It's just that the black cloud is eager to rescue the bitter clan, and there is no kung fu to entangle with the witch who drives the poisonous insects and beasts, and slightly blew up the python that blocked the way, so it was as anxious as a star, and came through the sky.

This black shadow is the freak fish man born to the witch Ji Yaohua, born with extraordinary talent, no mystery in the womb, relying on Su Hui, now the cultivation has been more than ten years, and he is diving in the fish-man cave on weekdays, and today he received an alert that his biological mother was captured, and he immediately broke through the barrier and came to the rescue.

The two parties were not far apart, and the fishman flew away quickly, and in the blink of an eye, he came to Pang Xian. When I looked closely, a ten-zhang silver-white sword light was in the air, dazzling and cold, making it difficult to look at directly.

The fishman also had a great background in his previous life, and his eyesight was superb, and he was suddenly surprised that he was the most authentic and superior sword light rainbow in the Daomen. Rainbow Light Ten Zhang, this requires extremely profound Dao power, and the essence of the flying sword also needs to be tempered by immortal gold to do it.

Superior swordsmanship requires the combination of Dao power and the texture of the flying sword, if the texture of the flying sword is brittle and thin, it is difficult to even integrate the body and sword, and the more superior sword qi Hong, at least it also needs to be cultivated by scattered immortals, with the peerless immortal sword.

Pang Xian is very calm, since he has cultivated to the level of Scattered Immortals, and has been in harmony with the silver sword spirit refined by the three-thousand-year-old Dao Demon Dragon, he has long since become a high-end sword immortal in the Shushan world. At that moment, as soon as the sword trick was introduced, the silver sword had already turned into a rainbow and flew out, like a torch flowing into the sky, and the stars were shot and thrown into the rolling black clouds.

The fishman was shocked, and with a stroke of his hands, he gathered the water and thunder to resist, and the hundred and ten groups of thunder beads condensed with rich water vapor, and the thunderbolt electric mangtou hit towards the silver sword. As soon as the silver Jiaojian came into contact, there was a thunderbolt and a shocking explosion, silver-white sword light, black mines, and blue arcs were intertwined, and the weather was magnificent and disillusioned.

The remaining people of the Kutong clan were shocked by this earth-shattering thunderbolt, and they were paralyzed to the ground, their eyes bleeding, and they were not embarrassed. Looking at Pang Xian's majestic body, all the soul-shaking hearts were taken.

Pang Xian ran the sword technique, feeling that there was a huge potential to block the anomaly, and a determined look crossed his eyes, and he snorted angrily. I saw the silver light skyrocketing, and "tearing" a shocking sword rainbow pierced through the black clouds.

"Boom" was as dense as a violent pop, and the thick black cloud was torn into two pieces, and a black shadow flew down. Then the water essence dispersed into a torrential rain.

Pang Xian looked down, and there was an ugly woman dressed in black in the mud pit, looking at her only ten years old, but with an old face and blue-black fish scales between her ears.

Seeing that the witch goddess was also shot down from the sky with a move, the people of the Kutong tribe suddenly felt as if the sky had collapsed. The two witches have always been regarded as gods in the Kutong clan, but today they were defeated by the gods of Middle-earth in the sky, which is really terrifying from the bottom of my heart.

At this moment, the sound of shouting and killing came to the outside of the village with thousands of days of drumming. Those colorful poisonous snakes and flying insects climbed over the stone wall, spitting hideous snake letters and hissing and wandering.

"Kill!"

"Avenge our ancestral spirits!"

"Exterminate them all!"

......

Pang Xian and Yinjiao Sword merged, Ying Ying jumped in the middle of the sky, only to see a group of mountain people with feathers on their heads and beast robes jumping over like spirit apes.

Behind them, there is a demon witch with a very respectable status, with a seven-headed snake coiled on his body, blowing a bone flute in his mouth, making various subtle sounds, driving away poisonous insects and pythons, forming a surging beast tide, impacting the cottage of the bitter clan.

The person who came was the bitter enemy of the same clan, Heijiang Village, and the surrounding thirteen Miao Villages, all came together to take revenge. These mountain people don't know the magic of the immortal family, and they don't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick. When the Demon Witch saw that the bitter clan was suffering, he immediately ordered that the clan should be slaughtered.

Seeing that they ignore their own existence, they slaughter the mountain people who have no power to resist. Pang Xian couldn't help but snort coldly, and with a casual lead, the silver sword turned into a white rainbow, and the dragon went down to meet it, encircling snakes and insects all over the ground, and the silver light flashed and twisted into blood foam, scattering them like red rain in the sky.