He didn't have time to draw his sword, nor did he have time to perform any Dao techniques, so he had to turn sideways to avoid him, but the witch lady didn't hit him, but just tore off his robe, and immediately she ripped off a little corner of her clothes, she laughed, and floated back.

Only then did Ziqing realize her intentions, the secret path was bad, there was a famous curse in witchcraft, as long as the wizard who cast the spell had the objects on the opponent's body, he could use this to inflict damage, making the opponent unguardable. Although this robe is something outside the body, she has worn it for more than a hundred years, and it has adhered to a lot of her breath, and now she has taken a piece, and the consequences are unpredictable.

He didn't think about it, but shouted, "What are you going to do, you witch, give me back my clothes." The witch lady still couldn't stop laughing, and said, "Yo, real person, how can you be so stingy? What is it worth to pull your robe, why be angry?" Ziqing became more and more annoyed, and was about to speak, Gu Zhenren had already come out of the clouds, and said coldly: "Ziqing, who do you say is a demon woman? In this way, I am also a demon? Hmph, no wonder the Spirit Silkworm Sect was scolded by you as a demon cultivator, it turns out that this is the truth, those who obey your Huang Tingzong are good, and those who do not obey are demons?"

Gu Zhenren is a protector of the witch lady, and the other is also hearsay about the Spirit Silkworm Sect, half-understood, and when he heard Ziqing's words, he couldn't help but get angry. Ye Shaowen looked at it, and saw that he was wearing a high hat, wearing a wide black dress, his skin was also pitch black, wrinkled and clothy, very ugly, his eyes were deep-set, but his eyes were full of blazing essence, and his body was covered with blue and black gas, as if he was in a poisonous fog......

Ziqing gritted her teeth and said to herself: "What's the matter? As soon as these words came out, Ye Shaowen frowned greatly, only to see that all the cultivators were angry, and Gu Zhenren also laughed strangely, and said: "Then let me Gu Mou come to ask for a few tricks again, and let the real person see the methods of the demon." The voice fell, and he was already attacking Ziqing.

Zi Qing secretly regretted at this time, and secretly said that he shouldn't have said that much, at this time, his mana was still less than half of it, how could he fight with Gu Zhenren? He was full of poison, and it would be even more troublesome if one accidentally touched the Dao. Seeing that Gu Zhenren had already rushed to him regardless of the suspicion of taking advantage of others, he had to take it.

After fighting for half an hour, Gu Zhenren really didn't want to offend Huang Tingzong, he just wanted to humiliate Ziqing, and seeing that he was gradually exhausted, he didn't hurt the killer.

At this moment, a voice came from Shangde Peak: "In front of everyone's eyes, how can the two real people of the witch Gu fight one with two, hey, I really can't bear it." Ye Shaowen and the other disciples of the Huang Ting Sect were all overjoyed when they heard this, that person was Ziyang Zhenren, I saw him shaking the floating dust in his hand, carrying the long sword diagonally, and condensing a little towards Gu Zhenren, a huge mana followed, Gu Dao people were taken aback, and hurriedly sprinkled purple green, concentrating on resisting.

When the monk reaches a higher realm, he has a lot of means, and naturally he is extraordinary, at this time, he is good at mana, and the stronger the mana, the more handy and better he is against the enemy. When he arrived at the real realm, the monk took the aura as a guide and began to exhale the vitality of heaven and earth, and at the same time turned the aura in the body into a storage of vitality. At that time, it would be difficult for any ordinary elixir external force to work, Ziyang Zhenren had been at the peak of the Merge Realm for many years, half a foot had stepped into the Cave Xuan Realm, and his mana had been polished very well, and he was more calm than Ziqing when dealing with the Witch Gu Erzhen.

Gu Zhenren knew that he couldn't please him, so after taking that mana, he stepped back and said with a smile: "Ziyang Zhenren is a good method!"

Ziyang sighed, he really didn't want to fight, he had been secretly observing, originally the cultivators had the intention of retreating, but they were provoked again, he thought of this, he couldn't help but glance at Ziqing, and thought: "Although Ziqing's junior disciple is not a peacemaker, he usually speaks little and has no opinions, why did the sect become so angry and impatient when the disaster came?"

When Ziqing saw her senior brother looking over, she knew that she had done something bad today, and she felt ashamed in her heart, and she didn't want to meet his eyes.

"Hey, yes, although Ziqing is my junior brother, but he has been in charge of Taichang Peak for hundreds of years, he is not much younger than me, and both of me have little longevity left, at this time, the thousand-year-old cultivation is about to turn into dust, but there is no hope of breaking through, his temperament has changed a little, and he is also in common sense" Ziyang sighed in understanding, as if he was also bored in his heart, and when he saw the black monk under the mountain, he unconsciously said loudly: "Don't wait for someone to be used as a gunman, go back quickly." "This is not only said to the cultivators, but in fact, it is also secretly said to the two true witches.

The cultivators saw that the two real people of Wu Gu were embarrassed, and the two of them didn't dare to do it easily, and they also felt that Ziyang was right, but only some of the sects in Dongzhou quietly left from the crowd, how could most of the sects in Zhongzhou dare to go back like this?

The witch lady naturally refused to retreat obediently because of Ziyang's words, and Gu Zhenren understood that the monks below were mixed with people from the Qintian Palace, so it was not good to go back like this, and suddenly it was a stalemate.

Ye Shaowen couldn't help but laugh to himself, although the cultivators didn't retreat at this moment, they didn't call to discuss the law for the Spirit Silkworm Sect, and they were just silent like a bird, as if they didn't know what they were still standing here, but they all thought in unison: I can't go back anyway!

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is someone manipulating behind the scenes, but it is difficult to say what kind of force it is, and even if it is guessed, it is not daring to pierce this layer of window paper first.

Ziyang was a little impatient, he didn't recommend using force, but seeing that these people were clearly unreasonable, he was determined to get along with Huang Tingzong, and said in a deep voice to the two real people of Wu Gu: "In this case, you must be tired of staying under Daozu Mountain, and I, Huang Tingzong, will send you away!"

As soon as the words fell, another crane-haired old Taoist flew out from Shangde Peak, dressed in a yin and yang fish robe, in addition to a long sword on his back, there was also a gossip circle, it was Zixuan Zhenren, he had the intention of palming, if the handover with Wu Gu Erzhen was not good, he would help at any time, and when he heard Ziyang speak like this, he jumped out at the moment.

Ziyang is overjoyed, Ziqing's junior brother's mana has recovered slightly, the three of them really want to deal with Wu Gu Er, and the rest of the monks are not worried, Huang Tingzong has endured it for a few years, and today he will definitely expel them back one by one!

Seeing this, the Gu Dao man had already retreated, and whispered a few words to the witch lady, and said with a smile: "Real person, what is this for?"

"Wait, either retreat quickly, and our sect will not be held accountable, or we will fight, and life and death depend on the will of heaven. Zi Xuan took it down and took it to the gossip circle, rubbed it slowly in his hand, and said coldly.

Ye Shaowen had already seen that Zi Xuan had secretly laid out a number of rune arrays by taking advantage of this kung fu, although Wu Gu Erzhen was coarse in the channel, where could he see this?

A voice among the cultivators shouted: "Real people are too arrogant to speak, let your mana reach the sky, can it be regarded as nothing by my tens of thousands of Taoist friends?"

Zi Xuan looked at it angrily, but the black pressure was overwhelming, that person didn't know where to squeeze, if tens of thousands of monks played spells together, the real human realm couldn't resist it, he just took care of the two truths, and these monks could retreat on their own, but they didn't mean to take it lightly.

Ziqing saw that Erzhen had no fighting intentions, and left after a few desires, thinking that a wisp of his clothes was still in Wu Niang's hands, he shouted, and raised his sword up, Ziqing, Zixuan knew that his mana had not recovered, and immediately followed, and the five of them immediately handed over their hands, Huang Ting Zhenren had a strong momentum, Gu Zhenren had no intention of fighting, but he had to sacrifice the Golden Silkworm Treasure Gu to defend against the enemy......

Eight thousand miles away from Daozu Mountain to the west, on a peak, there are three people standing at this time, one is dressed as a scholar, holding a folding fan, it is Ji Wushi, and the other is a monk with a fat head and a round face, Ye Shaowen will be very familiar with it, he is a monk who has not seen him for many years, and there is another person who is looking at a bronze mirror not far in front of him, and in the bronze mirror is the scene of Ziyang and Gu Zhenren and others fighting under Daozu Mountain at this moment.

Ji Wushi couldn't help but shake the folding fan and said with a smile: "Hey, as long as these old ways move, Wu Gu Erzhen is only afraid of being invincible, and when Huang Tingzong and these two people have a feud, they will be more able to use us, even if they swallow their anger, Huang Tingzong's bully hat will not be able to run away." The man in charge was dressed in a Xuan robe, his breath was deep, he snorted, turned his head and asked, "Is the kid surnamed Ye who holds the Immortal Ding okay?"

When the unpredicated monk heard this, he continued: "It's just a Yuanying disciple, and it doesn't hinder the overall situation." ”