The red-haired ancestor couldn't hear Pang Xian's inner complaint, sat on the cloud bed, took out a red gourd from the sleeve of his robe, and shook it slightly, it rose and rippled like a fire, more gorgeous than the most brilliant coral.

In order to show the power of this treasure, the red hair ordered to temporarily stop the operation of the Shura Blood Array, and as soon as the true qi was destroyed, the red gourd sprayed colorful smoke outward, and the room was filled with the fragrance of sweet and greasy peach blossoms.

Although the five-cloud peach blossom miasma that the red-haired ancestor sacrificed was not as condensed as Pang Xian's silk, the wisps were like water waves, like Shu brocade, and the waves were surging, and they flowed out of the main hall in a blink of an eye.

Pang Xian and the others escaped from the Yuan Shen and came to the outside of the hall like wind and lightning, only to see the vast peach blossom poisonous miasma like a curtain covering the sky, shrouded in the sky and the earth, and the entire Hongmu Ridge was wrapped in brilliant smoke clouds. When the mountain wind blows, the waves are flying, and this kind of magical scene can only be done by the magic of the immortal family.

Suddenly, the red-haired old ancestor changed his method, the color of the magnificent peach blossom miasma became lighter, the glow tended to be formless and colorless, and even the faint fragrance of peach blossoms disappeared, only the layers of floating ripples showed the existence of the miasma.

Pang Xian's heart was terrified, what a red-haired ancestor, he was not an earth immortal with a vain foundation like the Wuyue Sanren. As the ancestor of the mountain people who have been in southern Xinjiang for more than 500 years, he really deserves to be the most promising existence for enlightenment and ascension.

This five-cloud peach blossom miasma was actually refined by him to make a different kind of wonderful use, if the power is not as good as his own silk, but the virtual and real changes, and it is invisible, which is really too insidious. If you are against someone, under the bombardment of sword light and thunder, you will be secretly used by the ancestor to disperse the poisonous miasma color and use it for sneak attacks, I'm afraid no one will be able to guard against it!

Looking at the red-haired ancestor who was high up and behaved frivolously and exaggeratedly, Pang Xian had a new understanding. Sometimes if you have power, you have the right to speak, and if you want to avoid being bullied by others, you can only have self-esteem and self-improvement. In the face of the impending catastrophe of the immortals, he should also regroup his fighting spirit and blindly avoid the impossible way to seek eternal peace.

When the red hair was gone, he said to Pang Xian meaningfully: "You Lianping Mountain settled in southern Xinjiang, and you may not know that the water here is muddy when you first arrive!"

"The green-robed old monsters in the Yin Wind Cave of Baiman Mountain, and the Five Poison Heavenly Kings in the Naked Village, these old poisons are not easy to match. A true master of the Thousand Corpses Cave of Moer Cliff in Dagulang Mountain, a son of Dianchi Xianglan Zhuning, is really a master of countless predecessors. ”

The red-haired ancestor sneered, stared at Pang Xian and continued: "Although the signboard of your master's Wutai faction is loud, no one buys it in southern Xinjiang. As for the naked sect leader Gu Panpo who has made a heavenly demon oath, he can't help you. If the virtuous nephew encounters trouble in the future, he can come to my Tucui Peak for help!"

Pang Xian was stared at so numb that his scalp was numb, and he sneered in his heart, this is using himself to establish his authority!

In order to avoid the catastrophe caused by the three sword fights, Pang Xian led the only two remaining bigwigs in the Tiecheng Mountain vein to southern Xinjiang to cultivate. Although he has no other purpose, he can't stand the speculation of red-haired snakes. This banquet to thank yourself for helping Yao Kaijiang is fake, and taking the opportunity to beat is real.

That's right! On the side of the couch, how can others snore and sleep, not to mention that the heart piercing master and the Gu Pan Po converge all the way, if it were not for the announcement of the two hermitages, it would have caused chaos all over the southern Xinjiang. Compared to these treacherous old ghosts who have practiced for hundreds of years, he is too tender.

However, knowing the intricate inside story, coupled with the general trend of the future, it is difficult for Pang Xian. At the moment, he suppressed Yinshu, who was a little excited, and played Tai Chi:

"The ancestor is really righteous, whoever dares to go to me to make trouble in the future, I will definitely report your name, and ask him how dare he ignore the prestige of your old man and provoke a provocation in southern Xinjiang!"

Yao Kaijiang and Hong Changbao and these mountain people could only watch the joy at the banquet, and the red-haired ancestor and Qin Jue had already trembled. Complaining that the red hair is the most pampered by the three disciples, Qin Jue grew up in the eight-sided exquisite human spirit since he was a child, and he is the best at speculating on people's hearts.

Seeing that Pang Xian couldn't be suppressed, the red-haired ancestor didn't take it to heart. There are always times when young people suffer, and they know those demons and monsters too well.

At this moment, I suddenly heard the sound of "bang" and "bang", and saw two barbarians thrown in like gourds rolling on the ground, and their messy hair was cut in half, and the blood flowed like an infusion, so it was not miserable.

The red-haired ancestor is so dignified, and today he made such a mistake in front of foreign guests, which is tantamount to being slapped twice alive. His eyes were blazing, and he shot out a divine light, and shouted, "What's the matter?"

Without waiting for Yao Kaijiang to go out to investigate the details, he heard a loud and angry scolding: "What a nest of mountain barbarians, Ru Mao drinks blood, not a son of man!"

Then I heard a slightly crisp voice echo, "Huh! You see that there are still animal bones hanging on the stone wall, which is really backward and bloody." ”

Pang Xian was amazed in his heart, what kind of immortal is this, who dares to reprimand the red-haired ancestor as a mountain barbarian so loudly? As soon as his eyes lit up, he saw two short, concise, and fourteen or fifteen-year-old boys with Yinghua essence walking in.

Looking at the demeanor of the two, the skills are quite profound, and they are not like ordinary people. The face is like a crown of jade, dressed in a green shirt, with a Nezha bun on his head, short hair and a shawl, a double sword on his back, and a leather bag hanging from his waist. It seems that two Purple Mansion fairies descended to the earth.

The more heroic one took a closer look at the scene in the hall and sighed in his heart. The sturdy old man on the cloud bed in the middle, with red hair, like a raging fire, held a vermilion gourd, and his eyes and copper bells seemed to be glaring at him viciously. There are several demons and demons standing behind him, fierce and vicious, and the momentum is compelling.

On the side seat sat a pair of beautiful people, the male was heroic and magnificent, and the female was beautiful, gentle and calm. Sensing his own scrutiny, he smiled slightly, showing more harmony and cordiality.

Although these two people also have scattered immortal cultivators, they have never dealt with their fellow Daoists since they entered the Dao. Relying on his own cultivation of the immortal family's wonderful method, although he felt that the people in the palace had some skills, he still despised them in his heart after all.

"You are the commander here?" said the handsome boy, pointing to the red hair, "Your savages dare to kidnap the women of good families near the city, and kill the good after lustful pleasures, and they really deserve to be killed." Today, my second brother and I came to ask for sin, if you are interested, you will obediently punish the disciples, otherwise don't blame me for overstepping. ”

"Bang dang" Pang Xian couldn't help but knock over the fruit wine on the table, and endured it very hard. It seems that the red-haired ancestor's disciples went out to cause trouble, but you two pointed at the ancestor's nose like this, is it really good?

But how can I gloat at myself? It's so unkind! Let you pretend to be a big-tailed wolf in front of me.

Seeing Pang Xian's shoulders shaking, the red hair felt even more angry, what a hairy boy who didn't have long eyes, dared to run to my Tucui Peak to spread wild. Without his eyes, Yao Kaijiang was already standing up.

A ray of brilliance, like a flying dragon, like a sharp arrow, shot directly at the two bold fairies.