"Ahh

Qiao Qiao thought very highly of herself, and suffered a loss from Qiqi, so she couldn't help but come to Zhu Wen to be angry.

Although Zhu Wen was not stunned, he hurriedly ran the mixed yuan true qi, and with a "sonorous" sound, the red gold sword rose into the sky.

She originally wanted to bully Zhu Wen for being young, and she wouldn't be very high-minded. But he didn't know that Nanming's fire sword was really a first-class flying sword of the righteous path, and it could only be suppressed unless the purple and green swords were combined. Otherwise, it will be difficult to match.

Bodhidharma Ancestor refining demon flying swords, self-generated spirituality. As soon as the sacrifice is made, you will hear the thunderclap and thunder, and the ghost and evil atmosphere will be eliminated in the air. After a flicker, the ghost girl Qiaoqiao only felt a flash of golden light in front of her, and she was divided into two parts.

Fortunately, the northern mountain is a ghost cultivator, which is very different from ordinary sword immortals. Qiao Qiao has cultivated into a spirit and ghost body. The two corpses turned into black smoke and gathered together again. It's a pity that he suffered this catastrophe and was cut off for a while.

Although Zhu Wen's Dao power is shallow, Nan Ming's fire sword is extremely sharp, and he is not afraid of the Holy Favor of the Hades. The red gold sword rainbow circled three turns in the Hundred Ghosts Night Walking Diagram and returned to her. The body is vertical, the body and the sword are one, and the ghost girl Qiaoqiao is killed.

This small underground palace is destined to be a place of a hundred battles tonight.

The two sides are fighting in full swing, but they listen to the "boom...... Boom ......"

The stone door opened again.

The first thing that catches the ear is a golden wheel, emitting a hundred zhang of fine light, and the electric rotation of the racing wheel is shot into it. Where the Buddha's light shone, the black mist wandering spirits turned into residual smoke and flew one after another, and the wisps of black silk were wiped out in an instant.

Then entering the door is a female cultivator with a bunched hair who makes a pill in a green silk cage, and her simple clothes can not hide her beauty, and her skin is like clotted white jade. If the facial features are naturally inferior to the ghost girl Qiaoqiao, but when combined together, they have a different temperament, which makes people can't stop trusting and admiring.

After the woman entered the door, she was also shocked, she didn't expect this to be the situation inside the door. Pang Xian and Xu Wan, Zhu Wen and Qiao Qiao fought against each other, the demon clouds were pervasive, and the ghosts were rampant.

Haotian Mirror was stirred by the latent energy and floated around, just in front of her.

"Hmph! Treasures and treasures, those who are virtuous live in them. The woman smiled. ”

Seeing that this woman was so ignorant of the height of the sky, the Immortal Saint Xu Wan snorted coldly, "Arrogance!" and stopped with Pang Xian very tacitly.

A big hand covering the sky, mixed with wind, thunder and thunderbolts, was fished out from the sky. It is like a white bone demon god, tearing through the dark dome, the momentum is huge, and it makes people shake their souls.

Haotian Mirror was swept by the capture method and deviated from the original trajectory. The woman had to concentrate on Xu Wan's magic, and she was not conceited enough to ignore the magic power of the ghost boss.

The woman stretched out her hand and pointed, Jin Xia turned sharply, and the white bone rotting corpse on the ground rolled in, and the sand and stone swirled and flew, like a golden vortex more than ten zhang square, absorbing Xu Wan's big hand.

Pang Xian squinted his eyes and said slowly: "Old ghost Xu, this girl is Yang Jin, the disciple of Fentuo Laon, aren't you afraid that the old nun will make trouble for you?"

The Saint Xu Wan had already turned red, and when he heard this, he said angrily: "What about the old thief? Even if she stands in front of this seat, I will do the same." ”

"Phew, if my master is here, you won't even dare to let out a fart!" Yang Jin sneered with a disdainful face.

At the same time, the dragon chant is mighty, clear and passionate, as if the dragon mother Bodhisattva came in person to preach Zen teachings. Yang Jin was covered in golden light, and the Fahua Vajra wheel was full of essence, and the Buddha was reflected. This is a situation that cannot be described by words.

Yang Jin had a great background in his previous life, he was Ling Xuehong, the sister of the poor god Ling Hun, and he was also the wife of Bai Guyi, who chased the clouds. Because of jealousy and hatred, and the killing was too heavy, Master Fantuo couldn't even save her. In the end, several seniors took advantage of the situation and triggered the first sword fight with the Wutai faction, helping her take the opportunity to solve the problem.

The cause and effect are entangled, and it is extremely complicated, Pang Xian and Xu Feiniang were also in the period of the Ten Thousand Magic Society, and they coincidentally captured Bi Xiu, a criminal under Bai Guyi, only to learn the details of the calculation.

She is young in her cultivation in this life, but the foundation of Tianlong Zen is strong, especially in her previous life. Accompanied by the two supreme treasures of the Fahua Vajra Wheel, there are also several experts in this underground palace, which are by no means inferior to Xu Wan and Pang Xian.

"Bang!"

Xu Wan's supernatural power finally collided with the Fahua Vajra Wheel, and the invisible qi wave set off a terrifying shockwave, as if thousands of divine thunders were competing to erupt, breaking through the layers of prohibitions in the hard underground palace.

"Boom!"

The ground cracked into a chasm, unfathomable, and an endless stream of dark demonic energy bubbled up, as if connected to a bottomless abyss.

"Whoa...... Whoop ......"

Then thousands of purple-green demonic flames surged rapidly, forming a demonic fire god pillar, heading straight to the dome of the underground palace. The poisonous miasma of yin fire that has been stagnant in the lungs of the earth for thousands of years is like a wildfire burning a mountain, and once it erupts, it has the power of burning the sky and destroying the earth.

Taking advantage of the fighting between the two, Pang Xian turned into a streamer and grabbed the Haotian Mirror in his hand first.

"Whew...... Shout...... Whew......"

The three blue blood soul extinguishing shuttles are like a flying dragon, and the electric switch strikes. The Stygian Xu finished his shot, and the weather was different, the blood and qi were turbulent, like a long river, countless ghosts roared, and the visions were numerous, and the ghost girl Qiao Qiao was comparable to him.

In the shadow of the blood light ghost, silently, seven wisps of fire were like fine dust, lying on Xu Wan's magic weapon, if you don't look closely, it is almost invisible to the naked eye, and you are about to sneak attack Pang Xian.

Seeing that Pang Xian was about to be bombarded by the Soul Destroying Shuttle, especially the seven wisps of fire, even Pang Xian, who had always been vigilant, failed to pay attention.

On the ground, Pang Xian volleyed around, his body moved horizontally, and moved to the back of Haotian Mirror. Xu Wan and Yang Jin tried to murder him in the same way, but that wasn't enough! He wasn't a fool like Qiqi.

The three soul-destroying shuttles and seven wisps of fire struck on the Haotian Mirror, and suddenly the clear light flashed, rippling, as if it had rained for a day, which was beautiful and dizzying.

Pang Xian only felt a latent energy collapse in his wrist, and he couldn't help but let go of the Haotian Mirror, and watched the treasure mirror being carried into the distance by the air current.

The tiger's mouth cracked, dripping with blood, Pang Xian laughed angrily: "Dead old ghost, this treasure is related to three sword fights against Emei." What you have done is not tolerated by the righteous path immortals, do you still want to offend our Wutai faction again?"

The Immortal Saint Xu Wan smiled and said: "The supreme treasure of the universe, who doesn't envy it? Today's ancestor and I are bound to win, God blocks and kills God, Buddha blocks and kills Buddha!"

"Giggles!" Yang Jin's Five Flames Sumeru Needle failed to successfully sneak attack Pang Xian, and she was not disappointed, and said with a smile: "It is simply wishful thinking that the left way of the side door still wants to occupy the Saint Emperor's Supreme Treasure. Let's get past me first!"

The three-person fighting method is going back and forth, and it is becoming more and more intense. Whoever has the opportunity to take charge of Haotian Mirror will be immediately besieged by the remaining two, and no one can resist the victory.

Pang Xian's methods are frequent, in addition to not being able to reveal his identity, he has exhausted the magic weapon at the bottom of the box. I secretly thought in my heart: If I continue to delay like this, I don't know what other variables will happen. Maybe the boat capsized in the gutter, and the Haotian mirror was taken away by the Emei side, so he couldn't die of depression.

At the moment of anxiety, Pang Xian's heart moved slightly, maybe he should try this thing? Although I don't know how effective this thing is, but now it has become a stalemate on the field, how bad can it be?