The smoke is four, the clouds and mist are circulating, and countless mountains are looming in the thick fog. From time to time, the essence of the treasure breaks through the fog blockade and breaks through the sky.

Thunder rolls and fires surge. Unconsciously, the battle of Lianping Mountain has lasted for nine days and eight nights. The two sides seemed to be tireless, and the Lingshan scenery became a Shura field.

"Bang!"

King Cangjie was smashed into the Yin River again. If his eyes are full of tears, it must be because of grievance!

It's so aggrieved!

Coming and going, Pang Xian's dog thief has this trick, but this trick is unguardable.

Jumping up from the water of the Yellow Spring River, suddenly, his feet staggered, and he was vain and weak. King Cangjie was shocked, has it come to this point?

These days, the old Dharma King doesn't want to break out of the formation all the time. It's just that Yinshu strictly guarded and didn't give him a chance, and Pang Xian and the Yama Holy Lord were surrounded by wolves, killing and fighting like dragons and tigers.

The spiritual cultivation of King Cangjie is unfathomable, but it is not the essence of the pure and empty Xiyi of the Taoist family, and the foundation of the true self of the empty and lonely Buddhism. was blocked by the Ruyi Illusion Demon and Yinshu teamed up to block telepathy, unable to predict the good fortune and good fortune, and was wiped out by Pang Xian step by step to the point where he couldn't turn over.

"Ah!" a great fear arose in my heart, no, no, how could I be robbed in this desolate land?

"If the Qing Dynasty still has the blessings of the world, my Great Fanjing World Fire should fuse the space and create a way to live. The Qing Dynasty does not exist, and I will rest today. ”

In other words, the blood flames around the body rose, red, and the reflection was like a sea of blood boiling. The void rippled, and black smoke curled.

A five-zhang wide road to life has emerged.

At the end of the road, the sound of the mountains was heard. The light of the Buddha is overflowing, and the Zen chanting is non-stop. Senior brother Inzabuti is like sitting in the Buddha country, and the golden body is holding the five sacred mountains, and he is bent over.

The road is still not broken, like a rainbow bridge, through a layer of curtains, shooting into a sea of smoke and mist.

"Haha! Heaven will never stop me, Yongchang of the Qing Dynasty. ”

With a shake, he fell to the bridge and rushed out of the formation.

Yinshu hurriedly ran the formation, turning the tide, and the mana that tore through the sky kept pouring out, wanting to screw the rainbow bridge leading to the outside of the formation.

The Holy Lord of Enma was even more ferocious, stepping on a wild run, the fire dragon flying, and falling violently towards the overpass that was constantly spreading outward and disappearing behind it.

The blood flames on the bridge were raging, as if thousands of lotus flowers were blooming at the same time. The mana that came in gradually increased, and the more lush the lotus bloomed, and later, the color of the blood lotus became darker and darker, and it turned purple and sublimated, turning into ink.

"Boom!" the Enma Holy Lord stepped onto the Hongqiao, his face changed drastically, and he jumped out. Even he couldn't bear the black flames.

Seeing that King Cangjie was about to escape from the formation step by step, he couldn't hide the joy on his face for the rest of his life.

"Haha! This hatred and hatred, let's take revenge later!"

Pang Xian's expression moved, and he looked outside the formation, where there seemed to be other movements.

............

What's going on?

Li Xiuyang finally refined into a treasure and broke through, more than ten years before and after!

Playing with a small scissors shining with cold light in his hand, I saw that it looked like two heads and tails intersecting, snow-white and crystalline, shiny scales, and a cold air lingering on the shear. The two dragons were vivid, shaking their heads and tails, as if they were about to open their mouths to bite Xiuyang's fingers.

Looking at the sky and the earth in confusion, there were shouts of killing everywhere, why did Lianping Mountain suffer a catastrophe? Who ate the dragon's liver and phoenix gall and ran here to spread the wilderness.

Li Xiuyang, who was confused, couldn't figure out the situation.

As soon as his eyes lit up, the rainbow bridge crossed the sky in front of him, breaking through the sky and shooting into the distant sky.

Hearing the barbarian monk's words with threats, what to say about revenge, suddenly the fire rose from the heart, and he didn't think about it, he raised his hand, and the hundred poisonous cold cockroaches were sacrificed in the air.

King Cangjie was glad that he had escaped, and for a while he was cheap, and he put down cruel words.

Suddenly, there was an alarm in my heart, and I felt hairy at the bottom of my heart, only to feel that there was a killing opportunity, a catastrophe was coming, and I was terrified. Before he could use defensive means, as soon as his brain was tightened, the Yuan Shen was locked in the Mud Pill Palace by two rays of light.

"Click!"

The head fell downward, and someone cut off the head of the six yang leaders with one move.

"Okay!" Li Xiuyang didn't know what character's head had been cut, and applauded happily.

Sure enough, it is a carefully refined treasure, and it is worth spending more than ten years of hard work in vain. Once the sacrifice was raised, the snow was bright and bright, and the seven killing sword spells first nailed the original god, and the two dragons then cut their tails and flew out, as fast as lightning, and the lightning did not cover their ears, and the human head was cut off.

"Good!" the simple applause could not vent the joy in his heart, and he jumped to his feet, his eyebrows fluttering.

At this time, the rainbow bridge in the sky slowly passed away. King Cangjie's body fell, and he fell back into the Great Immortal Array.

"I won't die! I won't die!" King Cangjie roared with hatred as he severed his head roared.

"The Qing Dynasty will not die, my body will be endless, and no one will want to destroy me. ”

In the immortal array, in the surprised eyes of everyone, the severed neck was gushing with blood, the branches sprouted, and a blood lotus bud emerged, the flower bud was the size of a face plate, and the colorful light was shining.

"Horn!"

The lotus bud is in full bloom, a head is attached to the broken neck, the eyes are closed, and the expression is serene.

This old Dharma King is really powerful, he can't die with a broken head, and he can still be reborn!

His eyes suddenly opened, like two golden lamps, and the fire shone in the garden. Zhang Yang smiled: "Haha! Who can kill me?"

Pang Xian was rarely silent, is this the character who survived the three Great Heavenly Demon Tribulations? The means are really strong against the sky, which is incredible.

"Shout?" Li Xiuyang raised his eyebrows, "Not dead yet?"

Raising his hand again, a pair of scissors flew out, as fast as a meteor switch. The smile of the Venerable King Cangjie froze on his face, and he was still so powerless, the Yuan Shen was nailed to death, and the Xuangong changes were difficult to perform.

"Click!"

Filled with grief and indignation, Liuyang Kuishou flew out.

Is even Pingshan such a brainless person? He can only smash people, cut off his head, and live ruffians and hooligans, where can he have the ethereal appearance of the magic of the fairy family.

The corpse fell into the Yin River, swaying the water waves, the fire was shining, and the water droplets were colorful and splashing jade, which was very good-looking.

It's a pity that this beauty can't be appreciated by His Holiness Cangjie.

Hoarse, he shouted, "I won't die!

Pang Xian was about to step forward to solve him and help him dismantle and ascend to immortal. The Yin River of Huangquan rolled without warning, "Gurr!" The river boiled endlessly, and the bubbles crackled and exploded.

Where the Dharma King fell his body, a large whirlpool arose out of thin air, and vast demonic qi gushed out of it. The demonic aura was cold and cold, cold and piercing.

"Huh?" Feeling the familiar qi, Pang Xian couldn't help but feel joy.

A large area of river water was swallowed by the whirlpool and submerged into the nameless space.

Pang Xian hesitated whether to follow the space generated by the whirlpool, and suddenly received a transmission into the secret, first to deal with foreign affairs, and then it was not too late to meet.