"Yes, very good!"

Qi Pingdao laughed angrily, but the vicious color in his eyes couldn't be concealed, and it almost turned into substance.

"Qi Pingdao, do you really want to fight?"

The snake ghost asked gloomily as his withered hands as chicken claws as he clutched the bright silver snake stick, slammed it on the ground.

"He must die!"

Before the snake ghost's words fell, Ling Cheng, who had been silent for a long time, took the lead in moving, and the clothes on his body that were broken like strips of cloth seemed to suddenly expand, and clouds of colorful poisonous gas were shot out of it.

"I have heard for a long time that the poisonous path of the Jiuyun Valley can be regarded as among the best among the hundred countries in the Western Regions, it seems that it is indeed true!"

Gao Xiaofeng laughed, pulled out the ring knife inserted in the ground with one hand, several bright rings like vajra jingled on the back of the knife, and raised his hand A sharp knife wind was like a cirrus wind, and the sharp qi flashed, scattering the poisonous gas.

"I'll give this person to me!"

Behind Gao Xiaofeng, the hoarse and gloomy voice of the snake ghost sounded, and before the former could react, he jumped up like an old crane and slaughtered towards Ling Yuan's figure.

"Sanren, I will stop Qiu Wenyuan of Qi Tianmen, and Qi Pingdao will be handed over to you!"

The fat cultivator clenched his fists, picked up the huge stone pillar he was carrying behind his back, like a giant, and slowly walked towards the old man in the middle stage of foundation building in Qi Tianmen.

"Gao Xiaofeng, the last time I saw you, you were just a monk who had just entered the early stage of foundation building, but I didn't expect that after decades of hard work, you have reached the late stage of foundation building!"

Qi Pingdao's shriveled lips moved, his cloudy old eyes flashed with a sharp luster, and his rickety body held a dragon head spear that was a little long, which seemed to be a little out of harmony.

Gao Xiaofeng's face sank. Indeed, it has only been a few decades since he was promoted to the Foundation Building Realm, and the Qi Ping Dao in front of him has stayed in the Foundation Building Realm for more than a hundred years, although his potential has been exhausted, and he is destined to be just a fake pill in this life, but he can't bear the extremely long time he has been immersed in the Foundation Building Realm, and his combat power can be described as extremely strong.

"Then I'll come to comprehend and comprehend the rumored Qitianmen, known as the combat power of the first person in the Jiedan realm!"

Soon, Gao Xiaofeng shook off the gloomy color on his face, and stared solemnly at Qi Pingdao's gun-wielding figure, the ring knife was covered with a layer of brown spiritual power, as thick and calm as a mountain.

Su Xia gritted her silver teeth, picked up Zhang Yuanhao and retreated far to the side, so as not to be affected by their battle.

......

Zhang Yuanhao only felt that he was in a dead silence, reaching out and not seeing his five fingers, calling the sky should not be, calling the earth and the earth not spiritual, and having no five senses, only thinking accompanied him.

"Damn, where is this?"

Zhang Yuanhao's spiritual sense spread to the extreme, flying quickly in one direction, but he still couldn't fly out of this dead and silent nothingness. He seems to be a mosquito in the dark night, unable to escape the shackles of darkness.

"I remember...... I seem to have detonated the Yin Yin poisonous gas in my body, and then the poisonous gas combined with the Nangong Burst of Fire, inducing a violent explosion of spiritual airflow, and then as soon as I woke up, I was here......"

Zhang Yuanhao muttered in his heart, thinking carefully about what happened before, for fear of missing something.

"Am I dead? Impossible, although the center of the explosion is in the position I am in, but due to the airflow intertwined with the Yin Yin poisonous gas and the Nangong Burst, the explosion has been squeezed outward, and I still have a magic weapon armor to protect my body, so I won't be killed directly at all!"

Zhang Yuanhao was extremely puzzled in his heart, but apart from death, there was almost nothing that could explain his current situation.

"Huh... It's ......"

Just when Zhang Yuanhao was full of confusion, like a headless fly wandering through this dead black silence, suddenly, he felt a strange movement in his spiritual consciousness, as if something had been born.

A blue-green plant embryo rose one after another, blooming like a lotus flower in the center of Zhang Yuanhao's sea of knowledge.

"Is this ...... My Luck Seeds?"

Zhang Yuanhao looked at the strange embryo in his mind with some disbelief, in his impression, the seed of luck has always been rooted in the layers of void behind the monk, except for his mutated spiritual sense, ordinary people can be said to be invisible and intangible.

"It's ......"

Soon, Zhang Yuanhao found that the embryo in the center of his sea of consciousness sprouted layers of step-like flesh buds from the roots, all the way to the stamen of the embryo, where there was a little green swirl-like imprint, and the spiritual sense swept through, as if the whole person was about to be sucked in.

Zhang Yuanhao carefully extended his spiritual sense up the granulation steps, and the spiritual sense differentiated into a small tentacle-like branch, tentatively touching the swirling turquoise.

Buzz –

The sky swirled, Zhang Yuanhao gradually sensed his senses, a violent spiritual power fluctuation surged, the wind blew the sound, and the whole world suddenly became vivid.

The eyelids seemed to be a thousand pounds, Zhang Yuanhao struggled to lift a pair of eyelids, and suddenly felt that his head was resting on a pair of warm thighs.

"Ah, Yuan Hao, you're awake!"

Su Xia pillowed Zhang Yuanhao's head on his lap, stepped aside, anxiously watching the battle in the distance, and suddenly noticed a strange movement in her legs, and was pleasantly surprised to find that Zhang Yuanhao had opened his eyelids at some point, sat up, and looked at her a little blankly.

"Senior Su, I'm ......"

Zhang Yuanhao opened his mouth, felt a fishy sweetness in his throat, and blurted out a hoarse voice.

Su Xia quickly told Zhang Yuanhao about the cause and effect, and then seemed to be afraid that Zhang Yuanhao would not be at ease, and said: "Don't worry, Yuanhao, you have an old relationship with Qilin, and my husband and wife will definitely not look at you in danger and not save you!"

Zhang Yuanhao was silent, with some gratitude in his heart, hugged Su Xia, and then struggled to stand up.

"Where are you going?" Su Xia frowned.

"Senior Su, go down to help Senior Gao and others!"

Zhang Yuanhao looked at his body and found that his body had not suffered much damage, and some minor injuries were rapidly recovering.

Soon, Zhang Yuanhao reacted. It must have been Gao Xiaofeng and his wife who saw that they had fainted, and they immediately fed themselves some kind of elixir.

Ding!

The battle in the distance was stalemate, but it was obvious that Gao Xiaofeng was at a downwind, resisting with the ring of the knife wheel ring in his hand, and with great difficulty resisting the violent attack of the Qiping Dao Dragon Chief's spear, and there were already many injuries on his body.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Yuanhao reached into the armor, touched the few remaining magic elixirs in it, pinched out one of them, put it in his mouth, and then pulled out the magic sword behind him.

Boom –

The violent mana exploded, and Zhang Yuanhao's whole person turned into a crimson streamer, carrying a majestic wave of mana, flying towards the battle situation in the distance like a meteor.