Ji Hui was a little worried that because Wu Hanqing was going to leave for ten days, maybe people's hearts were fluctuating, Xiao Ning had to break through the realm by half a step into the Heavenly Gate, and occupied everyone's attention for a few days, so he couldn't help but quietly breathe a sigh of relief.

Xiao Ningsu was busy consolidating her cultivation and locking the sea of qi, so that others would not get a glimpse of the fact that all her true spirits had condensed into true yuan, although she was designated to make a move in the future, fortunately, the gap between the spirit yuan and the true yuan was not very large, and it was enough to hide people's eyes and ears with some true spiritual energy.

After breaking the realm, the uneasy mind settled, after all, the surroundings are all the same people who get along day and night, and beware of too much is suspicious, and there is a reason to consolidate the cultivation, and no one does not take it for granted for ten days.

In the blink of an eye, everyone has been holding the Laicheng Taoist Temple for nine days, Wu Khan Qingji is very powerful, Ji Hui borrowed the name, and there is no objection, but everyone proposed to send the seriously injured monk back to Taihua as soon as possible, Ji Hui, who knew the inside story, naturally refused to start the Laicheng teleportation array without authorization, and the evil cultivator could interfere with the teleportation void from the state capital to Laicheng, so it could not be said that there was still an ambush, and the escort was sent to disperse the manpower in vain, which was somewhat of a flood of the meaning of sitting in the trapped city.

Ji Hui is not as good as Wu Hanqing in the end, that monk is not unruly, not to mention that the sixth phalanx is drinking blood and slaying demons day by day, arrogant soldiers, and has a momentum that cannot be suppressed, thanks to Bai Xueqing and Xiang Lei firmly standing on Ji Hui's side, it is to suppress the dissent.

Late at night, Ji Hui put his hands on his chest, sat on the top of the Taoist temple, looked at the road where Wu Hanqing left nine days ago, Bai Xueqing held his cheeks in his hand, and said, "The Burning Spirit Transmission Talisman is said to have arrived in Daicheng, two thousand miles away, and the strength of the Huanggu Sect is low, but there are three real people in charge, and if you don't ask real people to come, you don't have to look forward to it so much when you come to a few Tianmen Realms......"

Silently ingested a pill of Pure Heart Pill to dissipate evil spirits, shook the jade bottle, Bai Xueqing shook his head, Ji Hui chewed carefully, and swallowed it until the medicinal power of the herbs and trees was exhausted, as if he was eating jelly beans.

"Senior Brother Wu is obsessed with the mission of the phalanx, and if he doesn't break Loulan, he won't return it, and if he goes alone, I'm afraid of ......"

"The two phases are prompted, there is a fate, there is a heart, and the senior brother wants to exchange himself for a way for us to live. ”

Bai Xueqing frowned, and scolded softly, "Why does Senior Brother Ji always have the idea of non-separation, Senior Brother has been in charge of the Sixth Phalanx for four years, and he has made a lot of achievements, and the Singular Sixth Phalanx in the Spiritual Phalanx has captured and killed the most evil cultivators, and after a few dispatches, Senior Brother Wu can also retreat with confidence, how can there be so many suspicions!"

Ji Hui stood up suddenly, the night was cloudy and sunny, and he wanted to roar out loud, but he sat down again, snorting his lips, and eating one Qingxin Pill after another.

"It's windy and sand at night, so I'm staring. When he entered the sixth phalanx with Ji Hui a few months ago, Ji Hui was still a humble gentleman, but he was suspicious all day long, either worried that the evil cultivator was dormant, or worried about the Taoist sect, if there was no one who could suppress it, who knew what kind of mess would come out of the long night.

Bai Xueqing stroked her forehead and said, "Senior brother meditate first, recite "Zixia Refining Heart Record", Senior Brother Wu Jiren has his own heavenly appearance, when you are immersed, maybe Senior Brother will arrive." ”

As soon as the words fell, Ji Hui's eyes flashed, especially in the night, Bai Xueqing was about to make a reminder, but saw Ji Hui's halberd poke his finger and shouted, "Senior brother is outside the city!", and then he rolled down the eaves.

After receiving the city gate, everyone found that there was more than one Wu Hanqing, three brown and yellow robes, and a strange Tianmen monk wearing the flying sand emblem surrounded Wu Hanqing in the middle, Bai Xueqing's eyes were sharp, and he immediately saluted and said, "It was originally a senior brother of the Huanggu faction, and there are many disrespectful, please forgive me." ”

Wu Hanqing was extremely weak, his face was bloodless, obviously the fierce battle had been too much for a long time, and his voice was still indifferent, "What are you going to do together, quickly welcome the three senior brothers into the view." "Immediately, the steps are free, and the steps are solid.

Seeing Wu Hanqing's return, everyone's morale was naturally boosted. However, the three yellow-clothed Tianmen monks were isolated intentionally or unintentionally, and Xian Xiu said that the Huanggu Sect did not even have the qualifications to directly attach to the Taoist Sect, and had to be counted as vassals of the second-rate sect.

Others are not sensible, Bai Xueqing naturally has to be a little more serious, and the three Huanggu sect monks who came to help outlined the previous battle of the demon swamp, Wu Khan Qingchun is an extremely cold character, expecting him to take the initiative to say in detail that what has happened in the past nine days is obviously unlikely, so he learned from the mouth of the Huanggu sect monks.

It turned out that the Huanggu Sect did not dare to slack off after receiving the Burning Spirit Transmission Talisman, and immediately sent half of the Tianmen monks under the sect, about twenty people, five of whom set off in advance to rescue Laicheng. The remaining manpower searched for the traces of the nearby evil cultivators according to the content described by Wu Hanqing, and sure enough, Wu Hanqing was found in a hidden cliff on the verge of despair, and under a fierce battle, Wu Hanqing was rescued, but the evil cultivators fled a lot, so they escorted the injured monks back to the faction first, and only the three of them continued to come.

"Eh, what about the five Senior Brother Qiu?" The monk surnamed Qin of the Huanggu Sect wondered, looking around, how could there be any trace of the five people who set off in advance, and the sixth phalanx had been in Laicheng for nine days, except for a few mortals who could not leave their homeland, where did they see others, and they all shook their heads.

The monks of the Huanggu sect suddenly looked ugly, the Huanggu faction was originally a small faction, and the master of the opening sect was only a god Que Zhenjun, and the inheritance has become more and more declining for thousands of years, and even the opportunity to enter Taihua is only once in ten years Taihua opens the mountain, and only after two rounds can he have the qualification to attach to the Taoist sect, this time he received a summons from the disciples of the Taoist sect, and the elite of the door was exhausted, and the cliff lost two people in a battle, and one person was abolished, if five people were lost again, the inheritance was afraid that it would be broken, how could it not be in a hurry.

After opening the gate of heaven, the monk has a sense of consciousness to say, divide a wisp of natal spirit in the sect to make a soul lamp, the light is extinguished, for a while want to find out whether the five Huanggu monks are dead or alive, must return to the sect to see, these three people are from a small sect after all, and they are about to leave and return to the sect in a hurry, Bai Xueqing sighed in her heart, and said that the real person of your sect has not sent a note, no news is good news, two thousand miles is not long, it is not short, and it will take a day or two for the Tianmen monks to fly, it is better to stay.

The monk surnamed Qin thought it was good, and his face was sneering, he was really not as good as the disciples of Xianmen, and pressed the two junior disciples who were not successful, and saw that everyone present was majestic and powerful, and the chance of one-on-one victory was naturally there, and he would be unbearable against the two, and he had to see the majesty of Wu Khan's Qingshan Cliff battle, and he would not dare to put on a fight, and said that everything was under the command of Shangzong.

Wu Hanqing, who lowered his head slightly, swept his eyebrows and exhaled, hiding his momentary exhaustion, and said that he had secretly used the secret method of the Taoist Sect to lock up a few evil cultivators who had escaped, and the soldiers were very fast, and they would set off immediately after half an hour, taking advantage of their unpreparedness, ploughing the court and sweeping the acupoints, this move was bound to wipe out the evil cultivators who had been entrenched in Laicheng for many years.

Although everyone saw that Wu Hanqing's face was pale and colorless, but Wu Hanqing was extremely majestic, and if he had no official business, ordinary people did not dare to talk without permission.

The dispatch and operation of the phalanx requires skilled monks, where do the three friends of the Huanggu faction know the Daoist formation diagram, but no matter what, it is a real Tianmen realm, Wu Hanqing slightly eased his tone, it can be regarded as extremely face-saving, so that the three of them swept the formation aside, and it was good not to impact the formation, and promise the reward of the Daoist sect afterwards, both soft and hard, and not afraid that a few Tianmen monks from the small sect would not be convinced.

Adjacent to the border, but after nightfall, there was a black sandstorm, hindering the extension of the mind, and more than half of it was cut off abruptly.

Fortunately, the monks in the phalanx are in order, and those who come over in the sea of corpses and blood will not be blocked by a sandstorm, Wu Hanqing has long been at the end of the strong crossbow, but at the end of his strong crossbow, he keeps opening the string, and he is still strong enough to fight alone with a vague foundation, looking for traces, and running all the way without slowing down at all.

At dawn on the second day, Wu Hanqing finally stopped, leaned down and dipped his fingers into some yellow sand into his mouth, his eyes were like the frost of the wax moon, his five fingers formed a fist, and he slowly pressed down, how did everyone in the phalanx not know that this was a signal that they were about to receive the enemy, and then dispersed with a three-person team, vaguely forming a large array, waiting for the previous few people to break through the illusion.

I saw Bai Xueqing holding the treasure mirror to ward off evil spirits, and another female cultivator held her shoulders and continuously poured her spirit in, and the clear light diffused out shallowly, and after a while, everyone present smelled the unique breath of evil cultivators.

Xiao Ningsu's face was shrouded in the talisman helmet, a pair of phoenix eyes looked around vigilantly, in the desert, the wind and sand had just stopped, in order not to startle the snake, no one opened the spiritual barrier on the way to resist the sand and dust, day and night, the moon-white talisman became desert yellow, and the lips were covered with dried sand.

In addition to a few seriously injured fellow disciples, the nursing monks temporarily stopped in the Laicheng Taoist Temple with many formations, and the whole ten three-person teams surrounded the treasure mirror Qingguang projection in a half-moon formation, as soon as the Qingguang was brewed, they heard Wu Hanqing's order, that is, the killing will go in, and the vacant side was controlled by the Tianmen monks of the Huanggu School, and the Tianmen monks made the magic weapon stay in the air very easily, and the courage and strength of the monks of the small sect were not outstanding.

"The clearer, the source of turbidity, the movers, the base of tranquility......" Bai Xueqing's eyes are gone, the black pupils are extremely bright, and the mouth is called the Tao, and the clear light of evil is getting stronger and stronger.

Before the phalanx, the sand sea suddenly appeared, Wu Hanqing reacted the fastest, shot out, and slapped a palm on the black light that burst out from the sand sea illusion, but the evil cultivator in the heart had been dormant for a long time, waiting for the flaw at this moment, Wu Hanqing hastily defeated the black light about fifty percent, Bai Xueqing held the treasure mirror How to have a gap in the guard, and was immediately spitted blood by the black light, and fell to the ground.

Then the clear light dimmed, and the black light suddenly wrapped up against the trend, turning into a secluded fantasy in an instant, and countless ghosts and demons were born.

Wu Hanqing's face was extremely ugly, there were two out of one, the demon swamp was hit by the ghost lock yin array, lost ten people, and found out the nest with his own risk, and forcibly went all the way, and it was not difficult to break through the formation with the strong and peerless combat power of the sixth phalanx, and this sulking breath was really irritable.

The evil cultivator hides his head and tail in the illusion, how can he easily show up, and the Yin soldiers and ghosts born of the ghostly aura are not enough to defeat the formation of everyone, that is, to win with strangeness.

In the illusion created by the evil cultivators, only a few people such as Wu Hanqing and Xiao Ningsu who cultivated the Pupil Technique were not disturbed, and the rest of the people had reduced their combat power by two or three percent, and the evil cultivators once again released poisons such as corpse moles and poisonous scorpions, which hindered their hands and feet and were extremely troublesome, and their anger surged up under their eyes.

"Ah~" Xiao Ning's jade eyes were clear and bright, and he practiced jade eyes at any cost at this time, and the illusion could not be hidden, Xiao Ning shortened the spear with a brush, made a spear and threw it into an evil array eye, and the illusion immediately collapsed for a moment, and then recovered again, but weakened by one point.

A true spirit turned into a true element, and the combat power was more than doubled compared with before? The sword qi was like a dragon swallowing three zhang, condensed into a sword, invincible, and had not killed the enemy with King Su for a long time.

Xiao Ningsu studied the sword spectrum of the Double Heavenly Sword Sutra, and selected several peerless swordsmanship such as "Forging Star Sword Spectrum" and "Thirty-three Roads to Destroy God Sword Method" as the foundation of swordsmanship.

With a clear whistle, the sword box behind his shoulder flew out of the cicada, and it was inserted into the sand under his feet, Xiao Ningsu's eyes flashed, his hand pinched his fingers, and the true yuan was like a surging wave.

Just look at the true yuan like silk, endless like wisps, with the cicada as the sword base, Su Wang as the blade of the sword array, set off the sand sea waterfall, and strangle the ghost enemy within ten zhang, not like a sword move to come and go fast, and with an unstoppable momentum, if it is not Xiao Ning Su Zhenyuan, the mind stops, the sword array is there, constant, forever!

Mu Xiu in the forest, the wind will destroy it, the evil cultivators outside the array are still counting on the phantom array to drag down the phalanx cultivators, so that there is a chance to escape, at first glance, a sword cultivator sacrificed the sword array, and the corner of the phantom array was shattered to pieces, and then several people were even more brave to follow, knowing that they were not defeated by Wu Hanqing, a ruthless man, but why not a half-step Tianmen could not be achieved?

Xiao Ningsu was arbitrarily controlling the Blade Cold Sword Formation, with the assistance of Jade Eyes, easily carrying the surging ghost Yin soldiers, and the two behind him were wielding the evil spirit breaking array talisman, striving to help Wu Hanqing, who was the foundation of the righteous and evil formation, break the phantom array as soon as possible.

Xiao Ningsu, who was immersed in the great power of the sword array, instinctively tightened his heart, and immediately changed the sword formation, and launched the cicada, and another black light that had previously injured Bai Xueqing suddenly attacked, Xiao Ningsu's momentum reached its peak, and he was just about to try to promote to the half-step Tianmen strength, and he was drowsy and sent a pillow, how not to face the difficulties?

The sword is a masterpiece, the true yuan is poured into the sword of the cicada, the meteorite is the ridge, blended with the four elephants of steel, the cicada suddenly lights up with a cloudy aura, Xiao Ning is generous to the top with the style of "picking stars", although it is falling into the downwind, but firmly guarding the seven feet in front of him, not allowing the black light to enter.

The evil cultivator who burst out was suddenly angry, this soul-devouring demon light was the evil method he relied on to become famous, but it was blocked by a half-step Tianmen monk, if Wu Hanqing, Ji Hui and other people who were only one foot away from the Tianmen realm, there was nothing to say about blocking it, what did this make him really sit on the first level of cultivation?

The evil cultivator screamed and appeared in the phantom array, but he was holding a soul-hooking sickle in both hands, and the evil yuan on it was vigorous, and he held the phantom array to support it, and he sank down vigorously and took Xiao Ningsu directly, vowing to divide her in half.

If it was fused with the eight layers in the past, Xiao Ningsu would naturally not be able to cope with it, the difference between the spirit and the yuan was like molten iron steaming white gas, there was no way to start at all, relying on the sharp edge of King Su could not stop the strength, and it was still a death.

But Xiao Ningsu is half a step of Tianmen Rong Zhenyuan, why be afraid!

Xiao Ningsu is not afraid of laughing, not defending the counterattack, the tip of the needle is against Maimang, and the cicada sword flicks the blood beads on the sword.

The swords and knives met, and a dazzling spark exploded, the pale golden true yuan was-for-tat against the pitch-black evil element, Xiao Ningsu was a true yuan from the supreme Taoist classic "Cloud and Shangqing", the essence was incomparable, and the middle was mellow, how could it be comparable to the evil cultivation that stopped at the level of ignorance for the rest of his life?

Xiao Ningsu ignored the sound of the sour tooth of weapon handover, stretched out his hand to move King Su, and did not change the look of contempt in his eyes, with such a skill, it is no wonder that there is no place for the Taoist Sect to chase and kill.

The evil cultivator who sat on the sittingly evil cultivator was obviously extremely confident in the sickle evil weapon in his hand, but he didn't know that it was King Su who met him!

What is the King of Su?

"Ping-pong!" There was a sound of gold and iron forging, and King Su cut off the evil weapon scythe without any suspense, if it weren't for the fact that the evil cultivator dodged quickly, and even his hands would have to be cut off together, how could Xiao Ning Su not take advantage of the victory to pursue, King Su threw it, and once again turned into a small sword formation with a cold blade, and attacked quickly.

Lost the evil weapon scythe, the divine consciousness was connected, the evil cultivator was hit hard, and the black light sneaked up on Bai Xueqing, causing her to spurt out a mouthful of blood, the evil weapon was destroyed, and under the backburning, the black blood in the throat couldn't stand it, and it was also squirted out, and the grief and indignation in my heart were helpless, and the half-step Tianmen of the Dao Sect could not cross the border and fight without success, so the Ming Dao would die!

Xiao Ningsu laughed, dodging a mouthful of extremely poisonous black blood, the cicada sword was one style of "opening the sky", one style of "empty mountain", picking up "new snow" and smearing "blue spring" below, it was simply to use the sword moves that he realized immediately after the small breakthrough on the evil cultivator in front of him one by one, just hitting the ground and hugging his head.

Wu Hanqing, Ji Hui, and Xiang Lei all cultivated the pupil technique, surveyed the location of the formation, and took on the two sitting evil cultivators, Wu Hanqing was finally exhausted when the manpower was exhausted, and the momentum of smashing the Yellow Dragon subsided a lot, but he still fought evenly, seeing that Xiao Ningsu repelled the sneak attack of the evil cultivator, laughed loudly, the halberd in his hand made waves again, the tiger and the tiger were angry, the army was invincible, and the enemy was forced to retreat, Ji Hui saw the opportunity and worked together to break the illusion array.

Like smoke and dust falling, seeing the desert sun again, everyone suddenly recovered in strength, showing the evil cultivation of the last dozens or hundreds of frightened birds in front of them, and the tiger entered the flock, it is self-evident.

Wu Hanqing raised his arms and shouted, "Kill all without forgiveness!"