Yang Jinying's bones are fairy, as beautiful as a celestial person, and the four treasures of demon refining fly up and down, shuttling back and forth.

Black smoke billows outside, ghosts and fog are swirling, reflecting her as straight as a fairy in the nine heavens, casting immortal spells to subdue demons, immortal and beautiful.

Pang Xian in front manipulated Shuanglong Zhenhai Cone and Xu Wan to fight hard, and it seemed that he was defeated by Xu Lao Ghost's son and mother Yuan Yin Demon Girl Spirit Banner, but it also shocked the Stygian Xu Wan to Yang Jin's side.

Such a good opportunity, she didn't want to think about it, and sent out a real scissors, a white light like a swimming dragon, slightly coiled and cut off Xu Wan's head.

Old Ghost Xu's head tightened, and his scalp was numb, he knew how powerful this treasure was. It's really like cutting to hurt the original spirit, once you get hit, your mind will be dizzy, and you won't want to live. At this fierce moment of fighting, it is self-defeating.

In a hurry, a dim and dim orb was sacrificed, and the star pill flew and resisted the real scissors. A white light surrounded a cloud of yellow light, cutting and biting. Suddenly, the stars flew and fell like rain.

After all, Xu Wan's mud plough beads are not famous treasures, and they are really like shears and twisted into pieces of crumbs in the blink of an eye. Fortunately, with the help of the mud plough beads, he finally escaped the threat of real scissors.

Old Ghost Xu felt a sense of distress, and saw Pang Xian rush forward again, taking advantage of the two of them to fight and seize the Haotian Mirror.

"Hehe, be a thief to death, this seat will fulfill you!" With his heart, he naturally hated Pang Xian for putting him in danger.

With a finger of his hand, he pinched the trick with his hand, "The demons are dancing wildly, and the ghosts are eating souls!"

The aura of Xuanyin is surging, and the black water is like a tide surging. Thousands of ghosts with red eyes and fangs, ugly faces, roared towards Pang Xian.

Although Yang Jin is a disciple of Master Fentuo, he can be vicious and ruthless, and he is not merciless. The seven branches are out of the shuttle, grazing the firelight and flying stars, as if the spirit snake came out of the hole, broke through the black fog and ghost tide, and attacked and killed Pang Xian.

The two of them are full of imitation, even if Pang Xian does not die, they will be disgraced and embarrassed. But I saw him throw out a thing, and it rose in the wind, and turned into a curtain.

From a distance, it looked like a garment, old and unpretentious. It swelled up like a ball, enveloping Pang Xian.

Yang Jin looked at Pang Xian's response with a smile, and wondered: Shouldn't he have a broken brain? Counting on a shabby shirt to defend against his own magic weapon, what does Kan Lishuo think of? Xu Wan is even more mocking, dizzy boy, wait for death!

The seven branches came first, against the curtain of the clothes, and the huge latent energy was imprinted into the seven dents. In addition, there is nothing else to achieve, and Yang Jin's proud magic weapon has no way to take a shabby ancient clothes.

The Sage Xu Wan urged the Hundred Ghosts to travel at night, and originally wanted to finish his work in one battle and run the forbidden magic contained in the "Taiyin Ghost Urn". If it is ordinary, the natural immortals are easy. The earth immortals fell into it, and they had to be eaten by a hundred ghosts, and there was no place to bury them.

The treasure of Zhenshan in the north side of the mountain is extraordinary, otherwise it is difficult to deter the two worlds of yin and yang, and create a ghost in the world of yang.

But I saw a faint yellow light emitting from the ancient clothes, which showed that this ancient clothes were a little extraordinary. Countless ghost shadows rushed to the front of the curtain of clothes, and the yin qi was raging, rolling in clusters, forming a magic cloud with acres and acres, and they couldn't help but have a small shirt.

The two of them were stunned with round eyes, and they couldn't believe what they saw.

The ghost whispers and tweets, and the noise makes people's brains hurt. Floating around Pang Xian's location, such a world-shattering atmosphere is terrifying and terrifying. But everything was blocked out of the old clothes.

The clothes were yellow and rustic, and it looked like a rag, piled up in the corner for thousands of years and no one cared about it. It's unimaginable that it can burst out with such power.

In the distance, the ghost girl Qiao Qiao and Zhu Wen forgot how to fight. Especially Qiao Qiao, she knows best that the foundation of Xu Wan's scroll of the Hundred Ghosts Night Walking Diagram is to deal with the catastrophe of the three sword fighting immortals, and to guard against the refining of the righteous path immortals led by Emei.

But now, in the depths of this underground palace, blocked by an unknown overseas scattered immortal, this impact is beyond her imagination.

In front of everyone's eyes, a head suddenly popped out of the right sleeve. Pang Xian also looked amazing, he didn't expect the Qiaoshan Holy Mausoleum, the tomb of the Xuanyuan Holy Emperor, and the unearthed clothes to be so powerful. The fierce and unpredictable nocturnal diagram of a hundred ghosts, and there is nothing to be done about the shuttle under the gate of Fentuo.

"Hey, this old robe is still a little useful!"

Yang Jin saw Pang Xian so naughty, and he was angry. She has always been arrogant and self-serving, how can she bear such "ridicule"?

"Boy, don't say that you can't escape from this underground palace today, even if you are lucky enough to escape, there is no place for you to stand in the world!"

Hearing Yang Jin put down his cruel words, Pang Xian sighed: "Master Fantuo accepted such a criminal as you, it is really eight lifetimes of blood mold. After going through the war, she is still so fierce, which shows that she didn't take her old man's teachings to heart. ”

"Quack!" Before Yang Jin could make a sound, Xu Wan let out a strange smile and said: "Good boy, the old man obeys you, just by your words, why not let you go today." ”

It is also Xu Wan who is cautious, whether it is Pang Xian or Yang Jin, there are strong reinforcements behind him, which is not comparable to him, a lonely man. Besides, he and Yang Jin teamed up to use all means, and they couldn't force Pang Xian to comply, so why bother to be bored?

The difference of one thought opened up a ray of life for him in the north of the mountain.

"Boom!"

The sky collapsed, and the underground palace overturned.

It turned out that unconsciously, the earth's poisonous fire was burning, and all kinds of prohibitions set by the three demon corpses were burned. Zeolite molten sand, the vault of the underground palace cracked, and the rocks fell.

Through the large hole fused in the dome, looking at the seven-story palace above, they were all burned through by the purple and green demon flames. Thousands of wisps of demonic flames exploded one after another, from small to large, burning all the way upward.

Without the three demon corpses presiding over the center, the yin and poisonous fire that has been accumulated in the earth's lungs for thousands of years is like a broken bamboo, and there is a great catharsis posture. If this is the case, thousands of miles around Baiyang Cliff, all flying and diving plants will be extinct, causing a monstrous disaster.

At this time, Pang Xian had no time to care, and retreated to the big hole at the top of the stone wall.

"Little thief, leave off!" Yang Jin was annoyed and ashamed, and the evil demon outsiders dared to speak disrespectfully. What kind of person is Master Fentuo? He is also worthy of the respect of the Master?

Especially...... What kind of tone is that? As a big-tailed wolf, and with the face to teach my aunt and grandmother? What kind of elder is he?

The Jiaye Golden Light Mirror shot out a treasure light, forcing away the monstrous sea of fire, forming a way of life in the flames, and the murderous aura was soaring, and he chased and killed Pang Xian.

As soon as Pang Xian came out of the underground palace, he heard the sound of shouting and killing in the distance, and it seemed that many sword immortals were fighting to the death. I thought about it, I don't know if Sha Hongyan encountered a strong enemy all the way, or if my aunt brought reinforcements.

Fang was about to escape with the treasure, and another female nun in a white Zen dress flew in front of him.

The nun was dressed like snow, white and dustless. With a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth, his face is more like the morning glow, and the jade is bright;

She saw Pang Xian wrapped in an old coat, his head sticking out of his cuffs, and fleeing towards her in embarrassment. is also confused, not knowing whether it is friend or foe.

Yang Jin, who was behind Pang Xian, saw that the nun was clear and upright, and shouted loudly: "Daoyou quickly stop him, the Wutai faction invited the demon Dao, and he has already taken away the Haotian Mirror." ”