The seven daughters of Qin Huai are young in their cultivation, but their Taoism is not weak, and the demon monks worship the gods and demons, and the demon gods give them magical powers, and they are the most courageous and vigorous in the early stage of cultivation.

The evil ghost thorns, jasper forks, and sword ghost talismans are treasures carefully given by Pang Xian and Yinshu, and they are not something that ordinary people can resist.

"Happy!" Liu Ru was heartbroken.

Although she is a woman, she is still righteous and chivalrous by nature, and she has general insight. Now that he has cultivated the immortal law and eradicated the treacherous, not only is he not afraid, but he is hearty and happy.

The sound of breaking the air came, and a figure like a hoof-like swept over the towering ancient trees, "Sister Liu, why are you still delaying here?"

Liu Ru looked up and saw a woman with a black veil covering her face holding a long whip standing in the treetops. The eyes are as bright as the dawn of the stars, and the eyes are incomparably bright.

"This is coming, Sister Tong Yao. Liu Ru echoed the voice.

Tong Yao, who came, was the same as Pan Hao, after the mountain people. He has entered the trial of the reincarnation illusion realm, obtained the inheritance of the Five Poisons Sect of the Great Chance, and has profound poison skills, ranking among the top ten masters of the new generation of Miao Jiang.

Although her path is different from her own, she usually has a good personal relationship. Liu Ru advised: "Xiangjun, Yujing, Wanrong, the three of you stay here. Yokobo, let's go and kill a few more thieves. ”

Liu Ru is the first disciple of Yinshu, as soon as she spoke, Gu Hengbo and the others naturally obeyed.

When the four daughters left, Zhu Youlang's eyes were full of amazement, and he kept looking at Li Xiangjun and the others. After hesitating for a moment, he stepped forward and said:

"Fairy, dare to ask, but the people of Lianping Mountain?

Li Xiangjun's sisters were deeply influenced by the thoughts of monarchs and ministers, and since they joined the Yinshu sect, this has changed, but the awe in their hearts still cannot be completely eliminated.

He smiled and said: "It's good that the master is a good person, but the slave family doesn't dare to be good at it, Nan Mingzi might as well wait, these traitors can't mess with the overall situation of Miaojiang." ”

Mu Tianbo, as the head of the Mu Wangfu in Yunnan, is extremely powerful. But for the immortal families outside the world, especially the immortal disciples who have shown their minions, they don't dare to make a mistake at all.

After a calm day and a night, suddenly the sky and the earth changed color, and the golden light of Buddhism penetrated the clouds. The sky is scorching and thundering, dense as a drum, shaking thousands of mountains and ravines echoing together, as if they want to collapse one after another, the more the sky is shaken, and the momentum is amazing.

A Qibao tower swaggered and fluttered, like a meteor flying by, crossing the sky.

The shadow of the mountain behind is heavy, and the thunder and lightning are swift, and it is the triumphant power of the Wuyue Sanren Qiu Kui, moving mountains and shrinking the ground to move the escape method. In the heavy light of the mountain shadow, the blue color flickered, Li Xiuyang controlled the blue centipede hook, and Qiu Kui was connected to the light.

"Senior Qiu, Senior Xiuyang!" Li Xiangjun looked up at the sky, his eyes full of surprise.

A series of cold ice rays, "Xiu Xiu" shot out all over the air, and the cold air turned into white clouds, floating in the sky. The Seven Treasure Pavilion was lit up with colorful lights, swaying left and right in mid-air.

Bian Yujing looked admiring, "The meridian cold light is the master!"

The fighting methods of all the people in the sky come and go, and they are fleeting.

Zhu Youlang exclaimed: "Which one is the master of Lianping Mountain?"

He had never seen such immortal methods, he was dizzy, and his heart yearned.

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

Because Zabuti was in a panic, he destroyed his magic weapons one after another, and there were only four layers left in the Maha Life Wheel, which can be described as a great loss of Taoism. Fortunately, with the blessing of the quasi-refreshing mantra, I can still hold on.

When he saw the Qing army camp that was full of spirit and wolf smoke and gathered into hills and hills, he could be regarded as relieved and courageous, like a cannonball, and bombarded the military camp position.

Li Xiuyang rushed too quickly, couldn't stop running away, and was swept away by the wolf smoke. Suddenly, the sword escaped and the divine light disappeared, and the body was heavy, falling straight down.

Pang Xian's expression changed, such a powerful military spirit, mixed with the Manchu Qing Dynasty, he was really the nemesis of the qi practitioners.

Hurriedly cast a spell to frame Xiuyang, and retreated slightly. Gazing intently into the camp, after a while, the whole camp was in an uproar.

Countless soldiers and soldiers are like a swarm of ants swarming and gathering, rising up from the camp. Ignoring the scattered rangers scattered in the depths of the jungle, he gave an order to retreat and leave.

Li Xiuyang was not angry in his heart, but he still did not give up, and wanted to continue the pursuit.

"You, you!" Pang Xian shook his head and sighed: "What's the benefit of chasing and killing?"

"Let the old monk leave, he knows that I am impregnable and unbreakable. It will restrain the Manchurian Son of Heaven and raise the idea of sword soldiers, which is beneficial and harmless to me. On the contrary, he chased after him relentlessly, unpredictable, and he didn't know what kind of extravagant characters he would provoke. ”

Li Xiuyang then extinguished his thoughts.

Looking at the mountains and rivers from afar, the vast and vigorous, with the atmosphere of fireworks after the soldiers. The clouds rolled like waves, surging back and forth.

With this catastrophe, the mountains and rivers of Miaojiang can usher in a rare opportunity for peace, and even if the Manchu Qing Dynasty wins the rivers and mountains of Shenzhou, it will not easily get involved here.

"Let's go!" Pang Xian was in high spirits, "There is still a trouble to deal with." ”

Qiu Kui praised with a smile: "King Cangjie was suppressed by the mountain lord, and the 100,000 thief army was defeated, what trouble can be called trouble?"

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Zhu Youlang wanted to inquire about the information of the lord of Lianping Mountain again, but Bian Yujing and the girls just kept silent, and deduced that the master would arrive soon, and they would see when they came.

As a royal person, he was originally suspicious of the sword immortal's statement, and there was no way to escape to Lianping Mountain, so he survived in death. However, Pang Xian chased and killed Inzabuti, and his supernatural powers exploded, and he was brilliant, reflecting the blurred colors in the sky, and the clouds and thunder were bursting, and he had already lost his soul.

An auspicious cloud on the horizon, as if it was slow and urgent, floated over. The three immortal wind dao bones on the clouds, like the Taoist people who descended from the heavenly mansion immortals to mortal dust, pressed the cloud head.

Zhu Youlang led the civil and military ministers and bowed down: "The immortal master has mercy, and the Manchu Tartars slaughtered the mountains and rivers." Wanwang Immortal took pity on my people, and dared to invite them out of the mountain to save the people from fire and water. ”

The more powerful the person, the more infatuated he is with the immortal immortal, Zhu Youlang is willing to worship this time.

If it was another sword immortal, even if it was the Emei faction, it would be in a dilemma when it encountered this situation. Is the cause and effect of the imperial lineage of the previous dynasty so easy to catch?

But among these people, Pang Xian is by no means included, only listen to him......

"Haha! You're worshipping the wrong true god. ”

Zhu Youlang's heart sank, this is ...... Going to say no?

"You don't know, your Zhu family has an amazing resident Arhat. He had already survived two Heavenly Demon Tribulations, and his magical power was not comparable to that of the Poor Dao. ”

Ecstasy, his heart was pounding, Zhu Youlang's face was flushed, there was an immortal Arhat in his own family? Is this true?

"Zhu Youmu, the monk of Shihu Mountain, is also a well-known figure among the immortals in the world, and he is ashamed of himself. ”

Uh? Seeing the eldest brother's kind face, Li Xiuyang couldn't imagine that he would sell Zhu Youmu?

Woe to the east, well!

At the beginning of Xiuyunling, Zhu Youmu was arrogant and shameless, and Jiang Xuejun, a subordinate of Yan Yingmu, blocked the way, and the two sides had a fight, if it wasn't for the real people of Bliss passing by, they were almost robbed.

Qiu Kui's face twitched, the mountain lord was really insidious! Sticking to Zhu Youlang, the imperial vein of the former dynasty, that white-clothed monk still wanted to soar?

Zhu Youlang didn't know the hidden secret, and he was still immersed in the excitement of falling from the sky.

Pang Xian was empathetic and said: "There is a strange technique in the poor road, you can send Your Majesty a ride to Shihu Mountain." ”

"That Caiwei monk is still your brother. Poor Dao knows that he likes to be leisurely, and he may not see you for the first time. You only need to beg bitterly, or even force each other to die, and he will definitely give up his continuous blood and family affection and go out of the mountain to help you. ”

Listen! How thoughtful.

But Qiu Kui endured the difficulty of laughing and enduring, and the blood and family affection of the hell. It is clear that cause and effect are continuous, and the fierce stinky monk vows that it is difficult to become enlightened, so he has to go out of the mountain to meet him!

Pang Xian flickered, and Zhu Youlang's heart was alive. If there is a clan brother as a backer, the Ming Dynasty will not be able to save the sky.

Qiu Kui, Pang Xian and Li Xiuyang joined forces to cast a spell, and the grass and trees on the ground flew up, green shadows swayed, and the weeds and rattans several feet long "swished" into the air.

In the tea room, a majestic grass dragon is a hundred zhang long. In the sun, it exudes a turquoise luster, roaming in the wind, like a fairy in the wood.

Zhu Youlang couldn't wait, and with the support of Mu Tianbo and Ma Jixiang, he boarded the grass dragon.

A shareholder wind blows, the grass dragon swayes, and rises to the sky. How could this situation not make the kings and ministers of the Southern Ming Dynasty excited? Soar by the dragon, this is only the mythical and legendary Yellow Emperor, can be treated like this!