The air seemed to suddenly light up, and the "Magnolia Hand" cultivated by the Demon Gong contained the power of the Infinite Demon Buddha, and in addition to the qi of heaven and earth as a qi machine, it became a world of its own, enveloping Qiu Wushuang in the meantime.

"'Magnolia Hand', what can it be?"

Qiu Wushuang shouted, closed his eyes, and slowly raised the Xuanyuan Sword with extreme spiritual awareness. At this time, he was gray and dirty, and his clothes were ragged, but it was difficult to hide his heroic appearance at all.

At the moment when the 'Magnolia Hand' came into the air, he gave up using the Taishang Laojun talisman. He was gambling that since the other party knew Jun Wuyan, he would have some scruples and dare not kill him, and he really didn't want to rely on a talisman to save his life.

Sometimes, in his senses, this talisman seemed to be replaced by Zhang Qingyao. He would rather not use it and return it to Zhang Qingyao in the future, rather than lose face in Zhang Qingyao's heart.

The gangster can be faceless and skinless many times, but at the critical moment, he can always insist on the persistence of the gangster. A real gangster is a real man, he can love and hook up with women, but he can't rely on women to live, this is his insistence.

But he soon regretted his choice. The spiritual sense he opened couldn't even detect a trace of the loophole in the "Magnolia Hand", as if the world around him was lost, and everything was under this bright giant hand.

He raised his sword with both hands, unleashed all his strength, and pushed towards the "Magnolia Hand" above his head like a single tree holding up the sky.

"I can't do it. The man in black sneered, "You are a hero to the Terrans, and that's it. After killing you, what else do you Terrans have to show off in front of our demons?"

The moment she photographed the "Magnolia Hand", she still hesitated slightly in her heart. He can accurately tell Jun Wuyan's cultivation realm, and he is naturally familiar with her.

Fengqi Gu Fengtian Holy Demon and "Phantom Demon Queen" Jun Wuyan are one of the few people she is afraid of in the demon clan. She didn't know if a slap to death of this thief who claimed to be Jun Wuyan's younger brother would trigger an infighting among the demons.

It is said that the "Phantom Demon Queen" Jun Wuyan made a big fuss in the Nine Heavens Lingxiao Hall ten thousand years ago, and even the Emperor of Heaven at that time couldn't help her.

The "Magnolia Hand" was in line with her thoughts, and this slight hesitation weakened its qi a lot. The "magnolia hand", which was originally dazzlingly white, instantly turned pale yellow. The space under the "Magnolia Hand" is like a huge egg yolk, wrapping Qiu Wushuang inside.

It slapped on the head, quickly compressing the pale yellow gas engine below, and actually made a "crackling" sound.

Qiu Wushuang's Xuanyuan Sword Qi was surrounded by a thick pale yellow qi and could not break through. The ancient divine power in the sword qi retreated in the crackling sound.

The muscles of his whole body were tense, and the meridians were like springs, compressed to the extreme by foreign qi. His hands holding the Xuanyuan Sword trembled, and he slowly fell, blood spilling from his nose.

"Boy, use the amulet. Do you want me to be slapped into a patty with you? The Yellow Emperor Yuan Shen shouted anxiously.

At this time, how could he have a chance to take out the amulet? As soon as he let go of a hand, the "Magnolia Hand" could instantly compress him into a meat patty.

He felt that the muscles in his whole body were about to burst, the meridians were about to break, and his breath was about to suffocate. The stone slabs on the pavement under his feet could not withstand the force of ten thousand pounds, and had already shattered into countless fine pieces.

Death is so far away from him. He had smelled death, and felt that life was about to fall into endless darkness.

In a drowsy state, he felt the mud and sand under his feet loosen, and his body was slowly sinking under the great pressure.

He gritted his teeth and endured the great pain in his meridians, forcing out the remaining wisps of qi in his body. Xuanyuan's sword seemed to be shocked, and his body sank faster.

The mud and sand under his feet were wet, and he was a little clearer. He was secretly happy in his heart, and his desire to survive was great. He prayed in his heart that there was an underground river or a great ditch at his feet.

The "Magnolia Hand" was unstoppably pressed down. The dirt under his feet suddenly collapsed, and his body hung in space, and he subconsciously drifted as he fell.

The ground collapsed into a huge crater, as if it had been bombarded by thunder. There were no bones left in the pit, only dust floating in the sky.

The man in black smiled proudly, and he also had to think about the matter of the "Phantom Demon Queen" Jun Wuyan in Fengqi Valley. I think Fengqi Valley will not tear his face with his fellow clansmen for the sake of a Terran man.

"The Terrans of the scumbag. She sneered.

Several qi machines of different strengths and weaknesses are converging here from all over Chang'an City. The cold glint in her eyes flashed, and the murderous intent rose again.

She glanced at the "Sword God" Bei Miao and the others who rushed towards the giant pit desperately, and raised her hand to sweep them into the giant pit together.

The dark shadow in the alley shouted, "Holy Maiden, if you can't bear it, you will make a big plan, we have more important things to do." ”

She snorted coldly, and like a ghost, she flew away into the alley.

"Sword God" Bei Miao and Cao Biao jumped off the giant pit, looking for the traces of Qiu Wushuang. The Luo Eighteen brothers simply knelt on the edge of the giant pit and howled loudly.

There are not a few cultivation masters who have come from all over Chang'an City. The Heavenly Master Sect elder "immortal prodigy" Sang Muzi and the guardian elder Dong Bu, who were the first to arrive, gasped when they saw the huge pit in the middle of the long street.

When they saw the grieving Luo eighteen brothers, they felt faintly uneasy in their hearts. Dong Bu asked Luo Eighteen, "Eighteen brothers, what happened?"

Luo Eighteen said with blank eyes: "We have been attacked by the demon masters. The Cho brothers were killed by them. ”

"What about the Autumn brothers?" they asked.

"With the slap of the monster, such a big pit was shot. Brother Qiu can't find it—" Luo Eighteen said dejectedly.

Sang Muzi and Dong Bu were shocked and jumped into the giant pit one after another. There were four people standing in the pit, but it didn't look crowded. There was nothing under their feet but damp stones and dirt.

"Brother Qiu, why are you just gone?" Cao Biao muttered to himself.

Sang Muzi glanced at the "Sword God" Bei Miao and said to them: "My senior brother Xuanji said that Brother Qiu is blessed with Qitian, and he didn't die so easily. ”

"Old Sect Master Zhang, his words are comparable to the Mandate of Heaven. "But under this kind of powerful magic skill, it's hard for me to imagine how he survived." And I don't feel the slightest bit of life underground. ”

Dong Budao: "According to the disciples of the Kuocang Sect, Brother Qiu survived the bombardment of heavenly thunder. At that time, the huge crater bombarded by the thunder was several times larger than it is now. ”

Cao Biao saw that the two Heavenly Masters were full of confidence in Qiu Wushuang, and he rekindled hope in his heart. He crouched down and reached out to touch the water-soaked soil under his feet, and couldn't help but feel overjoyed.

He shouted to one of the city guard generals who rushed over: "General Xiang, do you have any soldiers under you who are familiar with the road network in the city, and are there any hidden rivers or ditches under this long street?"

This general Xiang recognized him as the head of the arrow guards in the palace, and after turning back to his subordinates to learn about the situation, he replied: "Cao Teamzheng, this place was originally the place where a river of the Wei River branch passed, and after the city was built to intercept the flow, it became a drainage ditch in the city. ”

The three of Sang Muzi understood the meaning of Cao Biao's question, and couldn't help but be overjoyed. They didn't wait for Cao Biao's prompts, looked for the moist places at both ends of the giant pit, and excavated one after another.

The moment Qiu Wushuang's body drifted, his side was filled with collapsed mud and rock. He lay in the dark and smelly sewage in the dark ditch, and his whole body was no longer able to move, but he actually entered the state of the elves' wood breath, hanging on to his life.

The "Sword God" Beimiao Miao dug three feet to the wettest side of the mud and rock, and when he touched a hard object with his tentacles, his fingers were bounced back.

"Xuanyuan Sword-Qiu Ye-" He couldn't help but use the honorific title on Qiu Wushuang.

Cao Biao shouted happily: "I found Qiu Ye." ”

Bei Miao pulled Qiu Wushuang out of the dark ditch, held it in his arms and felt the faint flow of qi between his meridians, nodded excitedly to the three Sang Muzi who were concerned about the surrounding area, and said, "Qiu Ye is still alive." ”

He flew out of the giant pit with Qiu Wushuang in his arms, and shouted to the Terran cultivators and soldiers who rushed over: "The demon master has made a promise with one move, and he bets that Qiu Ye will not survive." But Qiu Ye took the other party's move and survived. Therefore, Qiu Ye still won the monster. The demons want to kill him and destroy the prestige of our human race, but they will never be able to do it. We're going to cheer for Qiu Ye—"

"Qiu Ye-Qiu Ye-Qiu Ye-"

This night, the call for this gentleman to fuel the flames resounded throughout Chang'an City.