When he came out, there were only two people, Fang Yan and a Shen Daoist, and Fang Yan sensed that the Mo Ling space was not as stable as before, and guessed that it should be related to the arrangement of a Shen Dao person just now.

The farther he went, the less affected he became, and soon, Fang Yan followed a Shen Dao person through the heavy space and stood at the exit of the Moling space.

"Dialect, wait for the next space, you will take them away, please. A Shen Dao man did not have a trace of confidence in what was going to happen, and he had a tone of explaining the future.

Even if the senses of a Shen Dao person have improved a little now, Fang Yan also knows his own catties and taels, and he has no help for Taiyi Sect, who has been plotting for a long time, and he himself is not a little helped, otherwise, Shaoguang and Yue'er will not be imprisoned in the formation by a Shen Dao person, but if he can take away the dozen or so people in the streamer wing, and solve the worries of Yi Shen Dao and several elders in charge, they can deal with Taiyi Sect.

"Okay, Yishen Daoist, I promise you, take them out, as for what happens in the future, it's up to them. ”

"This is an ink spirit talisman, left by the ancestors, which can block the blow of the Yuanying Monk, I hope you don't use it. A Shen Daoist handed Fang Yan a dark green jade talisman.

The two of them had just stepped out of the ink spirit space, and before the dialect could urge the streamer wings, a sudden coercion came to their faces.

"One sink, who is this?" It turned out to be a Yuanying Great Cultivator, Qiu Fengzi of the Taiyi Sect, standing in the Moling Hall and looking at the two people who had just come out of the Moling space.

A Shen Daoist was shocked in his heart, but his expression did not change: "Senior Qiufeng, he is a third-generation disciple of my Moling Sect, he has been in retreat in the Moling space for a few days, and just after he came out, I took him out. ”

"Oh. Qiu Fengzi looked at the dialect, and then said, "Go out, I have something to talk about with your ancestor." ”

Qiu Fengzi directly opened his mouth and ordered, he had already regarded himself as the master of the Moling Sect, and he didn't notice the anger in the eyes of a Shen Daoist on the side, or noticed it, but he didn't care at all.

"Yes. Fang Yan agreed, and then walked out, wanting to urge the streamer wings in front of the Yuanying Grand Monk, but before he could escape, he would be interrupted, and he had to leave the hall and make plans again.

Just as Fang Yan was about to step out of the main hall, suddenly Qiu Fengzi said again: "Wait." ”

Fang Yan realized that he was locked in, so he had to turn his head, and he heard Qiu Fengzi's words: "I was almost deceived by you, I sank, who is this person, it seems that the Moling Sect does not have such a highly cultivated disciple, and he can remain silent under my coercion." ”

It turned out that there was a problem here, the dialect was already a mid-Jindan monk, and the spirit could not be condensed by the Yuan Infant, even if the Qiu Fengzi in front of him exerted full pressure, it would not affect how much the dialect was, not to mention that it was just revealed at random just now, but the identity of the dialect was the third generation disciple of the Moling Sect, and the highest cultivation among the three generations of male disciples of the Moling Sect was only a foundation building monk, under the pressure just now, even if it would not collapse, it would not enter the dialect as if it were nothing.

Before the dialect could reply, Qiu Fengzi's mana had already fallen towards a Shen Daoist: "A Shenzi, you really toast and don't eat to eat and drink, and now that the matter is over, you still want to play tricks, do you really want to follow in the footsteps of the Laiwu Sect?"

"Autumn breeze seniors, don't deceive people too much. As soon as the face of the Shen Dao man sank, he urged a black silk magic weapon to meet Qiu Fengzi's attack.

A Yuan Baby, a Jin Dan, a difference of one level, but this attack and defense are evenly matched, and even a Shen Dao person still faintly occupies the peak, the reason is that Qiu Fengzi just hit it casually, intending to teach a lesson to a Shen Dao person, while a Shen Dao person sacrificed his natal magic weapon to do a fighting attack.

"A sinking, you have to pay for your actions. After discovering that his attack had been dispersed by a Shen Daoist with Nawusi, Qiu Fengzi became furious.

The matter was only for a moment, and at this moment, a Shen Dao person's divine sense transmitted to Fang Yan: "Hurry up, don't delay." ”

Fang Yan laughed bitterly when he heard it, there was movement in the hall, and there were fluctuations outside, and a few golden pill breaths had already escaped towards the Moling Hall.

Fang Yan threw the five slaves and hundreds of slaves out, and at the same time took Yaoguang out: "Yaoguang, you lead the two of them to guard the entrance of the main hall, and I will help Shen Lao'er." ”

Without waiting for Ji Yaoguang to reply, Fang Yan threw out the mountain stone array plate and sealed the entire entrance, and if a few Jindan monks outside wanted to come in, they had to break through the mountain stone array or the Moling Palace's Sect Protector Array, and they couldn't get in for a while.

As long as they can take down this Qiu Fengzi before they come in, everything will not be a problem, if it is a Yuen Long Daoist, the dialect will not dare to be so reckless, it is a monk in the middle of the Yuan Infant, but this Qiu Fengzi is different, although it is also a Yuan Infant cultivation, but it is only the early stage of the Yuan Infant, and the realm has not even been consolidated, I don't know what went wrong with the Taiyi Sect, and this kind of monk who should definitely consolidate the realm was sent out.

Without the slightest pause, a sword light flashed, and Fang Yan had already sacrificed the flying sword and a Shen Dao person one after the other, attacking the autumn wind.

"No name juniors dare to go wild. Qiu Fengzi, who was aware of the dialect movements, was even more angry, although until now, although he didn't know the origin of the dialect until now, but he knew that the dialect would definitely not be a Yuanying monk, otherwise it wouldn't be that kind of performance just now, as long as it wasn't a Yuanying monk, even if it was two Jindan later stages, Qiu Fengzi was not afraid.

Between the changes of hands, Qiu Fengzi also sacrificed his magic weapon, which was actually a fan, an extremely rare magic weapon, and Fang Yan also had a fan-shaped magic weapon Jiutu Fan, which was used to deal with a Shen Dao person before, but the Jiutu Fan was mainly based on the phantom array, but it did not have much direct attack power.

And the fan offered by the autumn wind is not like this: "The autumn wind is sorrowful." ”

With the autumn wind shouted, the fan fanned slightly, whether it was a Shen Dao person in front of him or a dialect behind him, he suddenly felt a huge force coming towards him, which actually contained the power of Gangqi, full of Xiao Suo breath, just like the name of Qiu Fengzi, the autumn wind swept the fallen leaves, and the dialect and a Shen Dao person were the fallen leaves.

It is undoubtedly a magic weapon of the spirit, a Shen Daoist can't care about complaining that the dialect does not leave in time, he takes back his black silk with his hand, and turns into a silkworm cocoon, wrapping himself, and at the same time, a burst of mana fluctuations came from the black stone wall at the entrance of the Mo Ling space in the Mo Ling Hall, and in an instant, the momentum of a Shen Dao person grew rapidly, although it was still in the Jindan realm, but it had reached the most complete, and Qiu Fengzi was only one line away.

Fang Yan also recognized the grade of the fan in Qiu Fengzi's hand, and without thinking, he immediately urged the peach miasma armor to protect himself, not letting the gang wind get closer, and thought about countermeasures in his heart.

Discovered the actions of a Shen Daoist, Fang Yan Yixi, after all, this is his territory, some of the tricks are certain, Fang Yan does not know what kind of exercise is urged by a Shen Daoist, but such a momentum growth, it must also be a great exercise, but it is similar to the effect of Shenglong Dan, but I don't know if there are such sequelae.

Qiu Fengzi's eyes looked coldly at the rising Shen Dao person, and showed a sneer: "Hmph, I have always suggested that the killing is the most direct, but the two senior brothers disagree, but I can't complain about this matter today, Yi Shenzi, you borrow the sealing power of the ancestors to bless your body, but unfortunately the highest cultivation among the ancestors of your Mo Ling Sect is only the Mo Lingzi of the Jindan Great Perfection, even if you bless, what can you do, let you see the power of the Yuan Baby, but unfortunately you yourself can't feel it yourself no matter what, Qiu Feng kills, give me a break." ”

A more chilling cold wind suddenly rose, just touched a trace, a lonely scene appeared in the dialect's mind, the land was shrouded by the autumn wind, the dead leaves were all over the sky, a desolation, there was no trace of life, the whole world fell into depression, it would not be long before the whole thing would fall, even the sunset afterglow did not have a trace of temperature, exuding a chill.

A voice appeared in Fang Yan's heart: "Give up, the world will eventually be barren, give up." The operation of his own mana was not controlled by the dialect, and the light of the peach miasma armor also faded.

Suddenly, a force was born from the dialect's body, and a pleasant voice came out of the dialect's mouth, a charming sound.

Since the dialect has refined that section of the tailbone, it has come to this chicken rib magic power charm sound, which has not been used at all, and can only charm low-level demon beasts, which is not as powerful as a slap.

At this moment, the voice of the charm seemed to be attracted by the sound of the autumn wind, and the dialect did not urge, it automatically operated, but this time it pulled the dialect out of the lonely illusion.

The whole process was just a moment, but Fang Yan was afraid again and again, no longer stopped the sound of charm, his eyes looked at the two people opposite, and a Shen Dao person was also resisting the illusion attack, Fang Yan saw that the black cocoon that wrapped him kept shaking, and the shaking contained a strange rhythm, which seemed to be able to avoid Qiu Fengzi's frontal illusion attack, but the shaking was getting slower and slower.

Fang Yan didn't dare to slack off, if a Shen Dao person was injured, or even killed, it would be even more difficult to escape if he was left, and he cut off a piece of demon beast divine soul, and slapped it into the sea of knowledge, and then eighteen sword lights flashed, and after the sword light, there was a black shadow.

In an instant, Fang Yan used his two major killing moves, and the lion fighting the rabbit still needs all his strength, not to mention the rabbit fighting the lion.

"Da Wu Sword Formation, kill. "Eighteen sword lights converged to form a sword light, shooting towards the Yuanying Great Monk Qiu Fengzi, this is the way Fang Yan has always wanted, the last time he fought head-on with the Yin Shen Dao people, it was a last resort, but right now, Qiu Fengzi is in the middle of the fight, and the defense on his body is definitely not low, Fang Yan doesn't know how effective this blow can be, and this style is just a spirit weapon-level attack.

However, the dialect is not to rely on the Great Wu Sword Formation to kill the enemy, the real killer is in the hands of the puppeteer behind the sword light.

Qiu Fengzi instantly sensed Fang Yan's movements: "Huh, there is also a spiritual weapon?" With a wave of the fan in his hand, a gang qi transformed into armor to protect him.

At this moment, a Shen Dao person who had been suppressed suddenly had a move, "Everything is ink, and the ink is present." ”

A figure appeared behind a Shen Dao man, but it was much lighter than the previous figure in the ink spirit space, but it was also much faster.