Lianping Mountain Cuiluo Peak, Pang Xian and Yinshu said goodbye, although they have been husband and wife in the Condor World for decades, they are still a little reluctant in reality.

Reflecting the setting sun, Pang Xian's face was sprinkled with gold dust, as if it was made of gold. Yinshu's heart was full of tenderness, and she couldn't help but think that in the world of eagle shooting, Pang Xian said that she wanted to walk on the beautiful mountains and rivers with herself.

In fact, the two do not have a vigorous love, but this is so bland but the most intoxicating, and that's how they get along!

After a long time, Yinshu gritted her teeth and said: "Three months later, you must come!

At the end of the day, it was like the sound of mosquitoes and flies, low and inaudible. A yellow light flashed, and Yinshu had already broken through the air, and only a few clicks were seen in the distance, and there was no trace of it.

Pang Xian looked stunned and turned back to the cave. I saw that Lingquan Cave had been ruined by Sikong Shi's uncle and ancestor. Because he had something in his heart, he ignored the simplicity and dilapidation of the cave, waved his hand to clear a clean ground, sat cross-legged, and pondered his experiences and future plans during this period.

Although the world of Condor Archery has passed for many years, it has only been seven days in reality. In fact, most of the masters in the Shushan world are interfering with the means of time reincarnation, not to mention the Buddhism to the treasure Ye Lingfu, even Master Fentuo in order to make the villain's body grow up, set up an altar to make the two villains experience three lives and three lives within seven days, reverse the cause and effect, and promise to exchange future good deeds for the fruits of the present.

Because of Pang Xian's special experience, this illusion came true, and he and Yinshu both threw themselves into the world of condor shooting. It is said that although the Condor Archery and his party did not increase the mana of the Dao Xing, let alone obtained the magic treasures, the harvest was unimaginable.

Pang Xian has always been obsessed with the sword fight in Huangshan, and he can't be sad and depressed in his heart. After the world of condor shooting, the heart is broad. What's more, the most important thing is to fall in love with Yinshu, which is a major event in life.

And he accidentally helped the heart-piercing Taoist sacrifice into the Yama altar, and his old man would repay his kindness, and he actually used the spiritual root of heaven and earth to help him, and the Xuanfetus condensed when it became pregnant. This jade tree spirit fruit is the spiritual vein incarnation, six hundred years to mature, one time is only more than 20 fruits, its spiritual effect is more than a hundred times better than Zhu Guo, once the baby is conceived, it is like an ordinary person, compared to the side door scattered people for a hundred years of penance more pure and vigorous.

Thinking of this, Pang Xian couldn't help but have mixed feelings, fifteen years of cultivation had finally achieved the Scattered Immortal Fruit Rank, even the second-generation master of the Wutai Sect was only in the same realm. Of course, compared with the future Emei Qunying, it is still a lot inferior, and Li Yingqiong, the head of the three heroes and two clouds, conceived a baby in five years, which is unattainable.

Originally, Pang Xian was going to pack up and go with Yinshu to visit Gu Panpo, but the people who pierced the heart stopped him temporarily. If it is still possible for the Mixed Yuan Patriarch to be there, now the mother-in-law will never let Yinshu and Wutai disciples be combined. Prepare to refine a few secret treasures and then order him to go to the Great Snow Mountain Demon Palace.

There is a person who pierces the heart to fight on behalf of him, he and his mother-in-law know each other's roots, presumably after three months, it will be foolproof. Thinking about it, Pang Xian breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the dilapidated cave mansion, and suddenly felt alone.

Huh?

Where's my spirit beast, the clouded leopard?

Pang Xian got up suddenly, and Venerable Moko Sikong Zhan had already left here. That spirit pet clouded leopard has long been familiar with his breath, and he should be back in such a long time!

I couldn't rest assured in my heart, and then I started a hexagram, which turned out to be the appearance of a great murderer, and it should be in the southeast.

This seemingly unexplored place in southern Xinjiang actually hides countless dangers, just like the pangolin in the underground that is proficient in soil escape is just an ordinary commodity. There are even more evil demons, the indigenous witch clan that has survived the wilderness, and it is not surprising that their clouded leopard fell into the hands of the enemy.

At that moment, he didn't dare to slack off, and with the sound of thunder breaking through the sky, a silver-white rainbow light flew south.

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Three hundred miles away from Lianping Mountain, there is a bitter clan, which still pursues the characteristics of the barbaric period, and has witch sacrifices. Seven years ago, the witch gave birth to a daughter with fish scales and a different appearance, and was worshipped by the tribe as the reincarnation of a god, and the status of the witch became more and more high.

At this time, the clan was practicing witchcraft, and a three-story stone platform stood on the flat ground, and there was a chain at each of the four corners to restrain the spirit beast on the platform, which was Pang Xian's clouded leopard.

I saw that its limbs were pierced by red-hot chains, and it was nailed to the stone platform. The stage was covered in blood, and it seemed that he had been tortured with cool methods, and the clouded leopard was paralyzed on the ground, sluggish, and he didn't even have the strength to scream.

And the scene under the stone platform is even more terrifying, each of the twelve pillars is tied to a strong man from Angzang, these natives are full of gold needles and silver knives, and blood flows endlessly. There were dozens of dead bodies on the ground, some of them had their hearts gouged out, some of them were skinned and cramped, and some of them had their noses cut and their throats pierced, apparently suffering inhuman abuse before they died.

"Ji Yao spends you a female devil and kills the mountain people of the same race, and the witch god will not let you go. The mountain man who was tortured on the bronze pillar scolded angrily.

The witch priestess sitting on the throne of flowers giggled and said, "That's it, resentment! The stronger your curse, the more fierce the cat ghost will be." ”

As she spoke, a mountain man was tortured to death, and the witch Ji Yaohua came to the dead corpse slowly, shaking the white bone skull staff in her hand, and a puff of black smoke came out, and the soul of the dead corpse was extracted, and the vicious cursing could still be faintly heard.

Ji Yaohua then sprayed the corpse soul towards the spirit beast clouded leopard, and as soon as the black and heavy black smoke touched the clouded leopard's wound, it sounded a corrosive sound, and a fishy smell came to the nostrils.

Looking at the clouded leopard's painful eyes, Ji Yaohua felt a burst of pleasure, and her scarlet tongue licked the corners of her mouth, like a peerless enchantress.

Pang Xian came here with a sword and a sword, and what he saw was such a situation. Looking at the clouded leopard, which didn't even have the strength to scream, a wave of anger suddenly filled his chest. The clouded leopard has been with him for so many years, and it has long become a family-like relationship, and now he is so abused.

Ji Yaohua, who was torturing the clouded leopard, only heard a thunderous cold snort, and before she could wake up to what was going on, a silver-white sword light fell from the sky.

"Tear up!"

With a burst of blood, two arms flew up.

Ji Yaohua was stunned, "Ah!" A terrible scream rang out.

Pang Xian trembled his hands and gently stroked the clouded leopard covered in scars. "Whimper!" the clouded leopard rubbed Pang Xian's hands, and bean-sized tears rolled down.

"Damn you! Spirit beast that dares to hurt me. ”

Listening to the cold words, Ji Yaohua shuddered, and then became furious. She was used to being a witch, and she had never been humiliated and threatened in this way. Enduring the severe pain, he screamed, "Kill him for me!"

The mountain people of the same tribe looked at each other, full of hesitation, this Taoist descended from the sky, like a legendary god, how dare you offend?

Seeing that the lowly people didn't listen to her orders, Ji Yaohua waved the white bone staff viciously, and several mountain people of the same clan fell to the ground everywhere after the black smoke. The rest of the people were finally used to being oppressed by the witch, and they stabbed Pang Xian with a steel fork in their hands.

Pang Xian didn't look back, still caressing the spirit beast clouded leopard, the silver sword roared crisply, leaping in the sky, flying like a silver dragon. A white light streaked by, and several heads flew up.

Pang Xian hated the witch deeply, and if she didn't let her die quickly, it would really cheapen her. Several heads flew down and smashed on her, and her beautiful face was suddenly splashed with blood, making her even more enchanting.