Ziji glanced at Guo Xiaohuan lightly and said, "Hairy boy, you know a fart!"

Then he turned his gaze, and then he no longer paid attention to Guo Xiaohuan, but looked at Fang Youzhe and said: "The deity has always done what he says, as long as you agree to the conditions of the deity, the deity will not only help you awaken the doppelganger of the immortal cangyan, but also help you destroy the big array below before leaving, this deal, no matter how you earn it!"

Fang Youzhe was silent for a while, and seemed to fall into deep thought again.

Xia Bodhi and Luo Chenyi saw that although Fang Youzhe seemed to be in deep thought, they were extremely familiar with him, and naturally knew that Fang Youzhe was actually a little moved.

They hurriedly said loudly: "Senior brother, it is difficult to distinguish between the truth and falsehood of this matter, and it cannot be easily accepted!"

Ding Yiyi also looked at Fang Youzhe with a nervous face and said, "Big brother, you don't really want to ......"

In a flash of ink, an ink pen with a simple shape and a blade like a sword had already appeared in Ding Yiyi's hand, and she said with murderous intent: "Old man, I'll give you three breaths of time, if the three breaths are over, you are still in front of my eyes, then don't blame me for being ruthless!"

The ink pen does not look much different from the ordinary ink pens in the human race, perhaps the only difference is that it is darker in color than ordinary ink pens, and the barrel is heavier and thicker.

But it is such an ink pen, as soon as it appeared, its pen blades actually exuded a tearing sharp aura, as if the person holding the pen, as long as a random stroke, can break the endless void, free swing!

With a hiss, a domineering Jedi-like gun intent emanated from Ziji's body, and he looked at the ink pen in Ding Yiyi's hand with a solemn face, and said with an angry smile: "Confucian ink dragon! He is really generous, such a heavy treasure, he dares to let a little girl like you carry it with him!"

The expressions of the people present were all awe-inspiring, compared to Ziji's gun intent, the gun intent on the Fit Demon Prince's body could be said to be completely insignificant.

Qian Tu, who had been closely following Wei Wuji's situation, raised his head suddenly, he looked at Ziji, who was full of gunpower, and said with a look of surprise: "It turned out to be you, old fellow, I can't imagine that you haven't died yet?

Ziji glanced at Qian Tu with a slightly strange expression: "You have actually seen him?

Qian Tu said coldly: "Well, compared to you, it's far behind!"

Ziji smiled proudly, and said proudly: "That's nature!"

"Yiyi!"

Fang Youzhe shook his head at Ding Yiyi, motioned for her to put away Mo Long, and then he looked at Ziji with a serious face and said, "What Your Excellency just said can it count?"

Zi Ji smiled and said, "Who is the deity? With a junior like you, how can there be a reason to be untrustworthy?"

"That's good!" Fang Youzhe smiled indifferently.

Then he went straight to Qian Tu and said to him, "Give him to me!"

Qian Tu looked at Fang Youzhe deeply and said, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

Fang Youzhe nodded and said, "Maybe it won't change anything in the end, but right now this may be the best."

way!"

Qian Tu was silent, then he let out a long sigh and silently sent Wei Wuji to Fang Youzhe with his breath.

Fang Youzhe looked at Wei Wuji, whose face was like ashes and his breath was weak, feeling the blood in his body that was fighting with the 'Feather of the Dead God', he sighed slightly and said: "Although the acquaintance is short, it seems to be a deep friendship, Senior Brother Wuji, I hope you will go well in the future!"

With Fang Youzhe's deep drink, the holy light boneless relics suspended above his head were magnificent, and the Buddha's aura overflowed, and he and Wei Wuji were enveloped in it, and then, the Confucian wordless heavenly book automatically appeared, like a light curtain of water, isolating him and Wei Wuji's figures from everyone's sight.

"You're really careful!"

Ziji sneered, and then withdrew his gaze, the Buddha's supreme treasure holy light boneless relic, coupled with the power of the Confucian wordless heavenly book, Rao is his ability, and his gaze cannot penetrate the past and see everything inside.

"Damn!"

At this moment, a loud cry sounded, and I saw that together with Ling Tianyang and Mo Li, they killed the remaining group of powerhouses of the hundred clans on the square, and with an incomparably strong murderous aura, they joined Feng Yao and Mo Xue's battle group like thunder.

With a flash of golden light, the dragon qi burst out, and he had already lost the phoenix gilt boring, and under Mo Xue's bloody tribulation, Feng Yao, who was a little unbearable, was suddenly thrown up by Long Shan's punch, and a large mouthful of blood immediately spurted out of his mouth, and the breath in his body plummeted, and he was already directly hit by Long Shan.

The firelight flashed, like a glimpse, after Feng Yao was blown away by Long Shan's punch, he didn't care about his own injuries, but took advantage of the situation to rush directly to the altar and pounced towards the immortal cangyan on the platform.

"If you don't give up, then it will be done for you!"

Long Shan shouted, and then he stomped on the ground with both feet, the dragon qi surged, the sound of a sonic boom suddenly started, he was like a dragon, and instantly caught up with Feng Yao, and then punched on his vest.

With a muffled snort, Feng Yao spurted out a mouthful of blood again, and under the power of Long Shan's fist, he seemed to be unable to contain his momentum, and was directly blasted into the immortal flame by Long Shan's punch.

"Ah......h

The temperature of the immortal flame is so terrifying, even if Feng Yao is from the fire phoenix clan, he can't resist, under the blazing purple flame, he let out a burst of miserable screams, and then, with a flash of fire, he has been directly engulfed by endless flames!

"You're cheap!"

Seeing Feng Yao being engulfed by the Immortal Cangyan, Long Shan snorted heavily, and then his body moved, and he had already fallen under the altar.

The breeze moved slightly, and Mo Xue, Ling Tianyang and others also swept over.

Everyone looked at the Buddha light and milk light isolated in front of them, their faces were solemn, although they were not close, but they were not weak, under the cover of divine consciousness, they had already understood the things here clearly.

At this moment, in addition to the worry on their faces, their faces showed a deep unwillingness.

Ziji glanced at everyone indifferently and said, "There's no need to be like this,

Perhaps, in the near future, you will all have to be grateful to the deity!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone turned their eyes and looked at Ziji with a murderous awe.

Qian Tu said coldly: "Old fellow, since my old Qian knows your roots, he will definitely go to you one day!"

Ziji said with an indifferent face: "It's easy to say, I'm afraid you won't dare to come then!"

Ding Yiyi said with a frosty face: "Old man, right now, my eldest brother is healing Wei Wuji's injuries, he can't control me, believe it or not, I will let you shut up after I reward you now?"

Ziji's face suddenly froze, and then his figure flashed, and he had already swept directly to the altar, and before leaving, he smiled softly: "Tell Fang Youzhe that the deity is waiting for him above!"

Zi Ji left, everyone couldn't help but let out a long breath, although Zi Ji didn't mean it, and tried his best to suppress his own strength, but his strength was indeed far beyond everyone else, and the coercion that belonged to the half-step innate level power was indeed as heavy as a mountain!

However, after everyone just breathed a sigh of relief, their expressions were solemn again, the 'Feather of the Dead God' in the Demon Realm was not an ordinary weapon, Wei Wuji was directly broken into his body by it, even if Fang Youzhe personally took action, they didn't dare to have much hope.

So, for a while, everyone under the altar fell silent, and the atmosphere suddenly seemed extremely depressing!

Guo Xiaohuan, who was the weakest and the youngest, suddenly said loudly: "My ancestor, Master Zilei, once calculated the life of Senior Brother Wuji, saying that although his life was full of ups and downs, it was definitely not like he died early, and he would definitely be fine!"

After Zhao Xiaohei's extra-skin injury on the side was temporarily fine, he couldn't help but smile when he heard this: "Of course, the people in the world who can be so recognized by this taboo are not short-lived people!"

Luo Chenyi sighed slightly, he already knew Guo Xiaohuan's identity, at this moment he reached out and touched his head, and said softly: "Xiaohuan, since Senior Uncle Zilei once said this, then your Senior Brother Wuji will definitely be fine!"

Guo Xiaohuan naturally knew where Luo Chenyi came from, and felt the care in his tone, he nodded and said, "Thank you Senior Brother for your concern!"

Immediately, he seemed to think of something, and suddenly said with a somewhat embarrassed expression: "That, isn't it wrong for you to call my ancestor uncle, and I call you senior brother?"

Luo Chenyi smiled slightly and said: "Why don't you care so much, otherwise, in terms of seniority, Senior Sister Ding and Xia Bodhi are higher than your ancestor!"

Belch!

Guo Xiaohuan couldn't help but turn his head to look at Ding Yiyi, but saw her smile at him and said, "Confucianism, his old man is my mentor and my eldest brother!"

As soon as these words came out, not only Guo Xiaohuan's face was sluggish, but even Zhao Xiaoxing and Zhao Xiaohei on the side were staring at a pair of eyes, and the two of them, who had always been sharp-tongued, actually said a little indistinctly: "This, this is too messy!"

Buddha Zong Xia Bodhi said: "The family teacher Heavenly Buddha once said that the younger generation belongs to the younger generation, and the rest of the nature does not need to be discussed!"

Zhao Xiaoxing smiled and said, "This is the best, this is the best!

Luo Chenyi smiled slightly, he patted Guo Xiaohuan's shoulder and said, "Wait for this matter, go back to the Daomen as soon as possible!"

Guo Xiaohuan nodded and said, "Yes, Senior Brother Wuji promised me that he would send me to the Daomen!"

Luo Chenyi bowed his head and said, "That's good!"

With a soft hissing sound, the light curtain in front of everyone split into two, and then Fang Youzhe and Wei Wuji inside were revealed!

"Big brother!"

The figure flashed, Ding Yiyi had already come to Fang Youzhe for the first time, and she said with a worried face: "Are you okay?"

At this time, Fang Youzhe seemed to have experienced a serious illness, his face was slightly pale, his breath fluctuated, and his cultivation seemed to have plummeted!

Qian Tu looked at Fang Youzhe, who had suffered a great loss of vitality, and said, "How is it?"

Fang Youzhe handed Wei Wuji, who was unconscious, into his hands, and then he smiled slightly: "It's better than I imagined, I can't imagine that after the combination of Immortal Ice Qi and Immortal Cangyan, it can actually have such power, it's amazing!"

Qian Tu looked down at Wei Wuji, and found that although he was still dead, his aura was obviously much better than before, and, faintly, he felt that Wei Wouji's qi and blood seemed to be stronger than before he was injured, which made him stunned for a while.

However, he nodded quietly and said, "It's good if it's okay!"

(I wish the 70th anniversary of the motherland's birthday, and I wish you all a happy National Day!)

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "War Blood Throne" with more like-minded people, " ", talk about life, find a confidant~