Although the other ghost cultivators were a little suspicious of Feng Xue's ghost cultivator's identity, but now they are all cooperating with Dao Xiu, and they even have to listen to Dao Xiu's command, so cooperating with Feng Xue and them is nothing.

Gu Xiu looked at Huai Yong, and thought of Huai Yong, and she didn't know how she would react when she learned that Huai Yong died in her own hands.

Huai Wan didn't look at Gu Xiu, she was looking at Xu Ruoguang with a full autumn wave, her eyes were full of ardent anticipation, Gu Xiu narrowed her eyes slightly, if she didn't guess wrong, Huai Wan should be transmitting the sound to Xu Ruoguang.

She took her eyes away from Huai Wan and turned to Xu Ruoguang's face, as soon as she looked at Xu Ruoguang, he seemed to notice it, and immediately turned his face and looked at Gu Xiu.

I saw that he showed her a gentle and faintly cheerful smile, Gu Xiu was a little puzzled, I didn't know what he meant, and just as he was about to ask, his voice came from his head, "Vinegar?"

Vinegar?

Gu Xiu immediately turned his head, no longer looked at him, and said, "You quickly decide on the candidate, didn't you still say that you want to do it as soon as possible?"

"Huai Wan...... Still have to take it with ......."

"I know that she is the blood junior of Uncle Nuo Ling......"

Gu Xiu immediately interrupted Xu Ruoguang's explanation, no matter what Huai Wan wanted to do, so far, except for Huai Yong's incident, Huai Wan herself did not cause any harm to them, and no matter what, Huai Wan is not only a monk of the Shangcheng City Lord's Mansion, but also the junior of the Nuo Ling Divine Monarch, no matter what point he looks, when Huai Wan asks for the door, Xu Ruoguang should not turn him away.

"That's not the reason!" Xu Ruoguang said.

"Xu Daoyou, if you don't want to ......" Without waiting for Xu Ruoguang and Gu Xiu to continue to transmit the sound, Gui Cheng said tentatively.

Xu Ruoguang glanced at Huai Wan, and then looked at Feng Xue and Liu Jing, "Okay, take the three of them." ”

A total of thirty-six people, standing in each suitable position of the formation, by Xu Ruoguang to give orders, the thirty-six monks either silently recited the formation technique, or quickly sealed with their hands, or just infused divine breath, as time passed, the light of the formation became brighter and brighter, and finally the thirty-six monks in the formation were completely enveloped in it, so that the other monks in the main hall could not see who the people in the formation were, and whether they had changed their position.

A sword-shaped light like a meteor crossing the sky in the dark night shot out from the center of the formation, making all the monks in the main hall who were watching this scene shocked, they were not only shocked that this bright sword light that almost made them unable to open their eyes was so scorching, but also because the sword light like a meteor in the dark night was heading towards the Xuanshen Stage Dao cultivators in the main hall.

The sword light began to release, explode, and disperse in the air, like fireworks blooming in the air with brilliant fire trees and silver flowers, and then fell from the sky, and the little sparks shot down towards the direction where the Xuanshen Stage Dao cultivators who were sitting cross-legged in the main hall were located.

The True God Stage or Scattered God Stage monks in the main hall who watched this scene were simply stunned.

"What are they going to do?" someone asked in shock

"Is there something wrong with this formation?" someone doubted the formation.

"Then Xu Ruoguang has long had bad intentions, he is not a person from the Demon Cultivation side, and he just took this opportunity to kill all the predecessors of the Xuanshen Stage in one fell swoop, and he also deceived so many Daoists into the boat. "There are conspiracy theories.

Just when the hearts of the monks in the main hall were full of shock, doubt, and doubt, the guy who was hiding in the shadows and was helping the Xuanshen Period Demon Cultivator and the Xuanshen Stage Dao Cultivator and Ghost Cultivator also let out an even more ugly laugh at this time, he naturally knew that Xu Ruoguang was not a demon cultivator, nor was he from his side.

But now that such a situation occurs, then there must be something wrong with the formation.

"Ying Tian, look at your disciples and grandchildren, they are really useless!"

He laughed ruefully, and this malicious taunt reached a faint wisp of divine consciousness that still existed in the Taitian Pavilion, and that divine consciousness did not move at all, neither anger nor depression, although this made him a little boring, but he firmly believed that Ying Tian's faint divine consciousness was just a strong self-calm, which could not affect his good mood.

"The prospects are promising, and the future is promising...... Belch...... Click......"

Before the happy expectation was finished, a sharp pain passed from the avatar he had cast outside to his suppressed body, and he screamed in pain and was shocked at the same time, what was going on?

It's just that he didn't give him any buffer time, and the second wave of pain hit again, making him feel painful, and the power he had managed to accumulate for nearly 100,000 years was disintegrated little by little.

This is his accumulation of 100,000 years, this is his hope to turn over, this is the condition for him to become the master of the world, no, he can only succeed and not fail......

All the monks in the main hall were staring at this scene for a moment, and saw that the little sparks that were originally like fireworks were about to shoot down on the Dao cultivators of the Xuanshen Period, and suddenly rose into the air again at a lightning speed, and quickly gathered and converged in the air, and in less than a breath, they once again formed a sword-shaped streamer, and the streamer seemed to penetrate the space from the top of the heads of the predecessors of the Xuanshen Period, and instantly shot above the palace gate.

And the tip of the sword-shaped streamer shot very accurately to the seven inches of the little snake, and obviously, for this scene, the little snake or the guy behind the little snake did not notice it at all.

Because when the sword-shaped streamer hit the seven inches of the little snake, the little snake that the monks saw was frozen at that moment, like a pair of snake eyes like rubies, with mocking disdain, even if its mocking disdain was very cute and cute in the eyes of the monks, but they knew in their hearts that this was their own feeling wrong.

It's just that even so, when the cute and cute little snake in his eyes was hit seven inches and froze at that moment, the monks still felt distressed in their hearts, and at the same time wondered in their hearts, how could they do such a cute little snake.

However, when this kind of distressed emotion filled the hearts of all the monks, they all spit on themselves, this feeling of being controlled by others, but they really knew that it was indeed their own emotions, it was really uncomfortable, they were angry with themselves, but they couldn't wake themselves up with a punch, probably this is the feeling.

Fortunately, when another meteor sword light went down, the little snake fixed on the palace gate finally showed a painful look, it curled up, roared, and when the hoarse and ugly screams reached the ears of the monks, everyone felt a sense of relief all over their bodies, like an invisible shackle removed from their bodies.