Hun Tuo, a person who was confirmed to have been beheaded, stood intact in front of everyone, which made people feel incredible.

In order to pursue the ultimate power, he once trespassed into the ancient tomb of the witch god that was considered a forbidden place, and returned safely.

Gu Madness told the origin of this person, everyone couldn't help but have some doubts in their hearts, and after a closer look, under the pale face, there was indeed a terrible scar, extending from the mouth to the neck, I really don't know how to heal the wound.

"Hmph!" Hun Tuo snorted coldly, and the ghost qi gushed from his body, converging into a black shadow holding a scimitar.

This black shadow, which seemed to have its own consciousness, a pair of ghostly eyes, looked around, a little surprised.

"Help me stop them!" Hun Tuo pointed to Wan Qing and the others and said.

The black shadow sighed, and the scimitar in his hand exuded an astonishing aura, the figure fluttered, the human knife was one, turning into golden light, and in an instant, it cut off the heads of several Qingcheng disciples, and rushed straight to Wan Qing.

Wan Qing's face was solemn, and he forcibly suppressed the injury, pulled out the love sword again, and used this sky-high sword intent to face the scimitar.

I have to say that this black shadow is very powerful, in the face of Wan Qing, with its flexible knife skills, it is inseparable from him, if it is not for Wan Qing's profound Dao method, it is really possible to let him succeed.

"You're Simon!" Wan Qing was surprised, "No, you're Simon's incarnation created by witchcraft!"

It is rumored that the wild and bitter cold land is famous for witchcraft, and all kinds of mysterious techniques are indescribable. Among them, there is a kind of witchcraft, which uses the blood of one's own body, supplemented by secret methods, to refine an incarnation, which is easy to summon in times of crisis. It's just that this secret method is too complicated, and there are very few people who have practiced it.

"Hehe!" the black shadow smiled, revealing his white teeth, staring at the sword wound on Wan Qing's chest, and unleashed a brilliant slash.

"Even if Simon comes in person, I am not afraid, not to mention that you are just an incarnation of him!" Wan Qing snorted coldly, during the battle, his skills were strengthened again.

Wan Sheng looked coldly at this farce in his eyes, whether it was Hun Tuo or Simon, it was none of his business, the strange syllables in his mouth were getting faster and faster, gusts of cold wind were blowing, and in the dim sky, there were snowflakes floating one after another.

"It's snowing!" On the edge of Penglai Island, a small fairy boat, moving fast, Yuan Qi stood at the bow of the boat, staring into the distance.

"How could this be!" Ning Xin stretched out his hand to catch the snowflakes in the air, and suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Momo!" Guoguo's figure flickered, as if sensing something, and opened his weak eyes.

"Goo!" Babao's little hand shook to infuse her with vitality again.

"Guoguo, did you sense that Mo Li?" Yuan Qi hurriedly asked.

"There!" Guoguo stretched out his hand, pointing to the blood mist around Penglai Island.

Yuan Qi's eyes converged and found that there was a figure in the waves, slowly rushing through the blood mist.

Ning Xin was startled, and felt that this figure was a little familiar, "It's that corpse chrysalis!"

"I'll go!" Yuan Qi jumped deeply, counted the sea water, approached quickly, and found Mo Li on the back of the corpse chrysalis at a glance.

"Mo Li!" Yuan Qi shouted, his right arm was waved out, and he hugged her at once, and his figure turned sharply and returned to the boat.

"Whew!" the corpse chrysalis roared, and its huge body instantly revealed the surface of the sea.

"It's me! Do you remember me!" Yuan Qi didn't know what to call, so he had to shout loudly.

The corpse chrysalis was puzzled, and his small eyes looked at Yuan Qi for a moment, and finally regained his composure.

"Thank you for saving Mo Li!" Yuan Qi sincerely thanked.

"Whew!" the corpse chrysalis shook its huge body, and suddenly a strange cry sounded in the heavens and the earth, making its cold hair stand on end, and it quickly swam away as if it were fleeing.

"Mo Li!" Ning Xin stretched out her hand to check her pulse, as if she had found something, and when she lifted her back, she saw a black palm print that was very clear.

"It must have been done by the ghost!" Ning Xin's eyes flashed with murderous intent, he took out a small bottle, poured out a few pills, and stuffed them into Mo Li's mouth, "She lost too much blood, the most fatal thing is the palm on her back, the ghost qi is no better than others, once it is contaminated, it is almost difficult to eliminate!"

"Suppress it first, and wait until you find the ghost eye is talking!" Yuan Qi's voice was cold, and he connected Mo Li's several big acupoints, and suppressed the ghost qi in Mo Li's body with his powerful skills.

"Grandma!" Mo Li opened his eyes and kept chanting, "Grandma!"

"Mo Li, Mo Li! It's us!" Yuan Qi shouted softly.

"Brother Yuan! Woo!" Mo Li's eyes gradually became clear, and he suddenly threw himself into Yuan Qi's arms, crying, "Brother Yuan, it's really you!"

"Okay, don't cry, it's me, it's okay!" Yuan Qi tried to stay calm.

"Brother Yuan, they, they .....!" Mo Li's voice trembled, and he pointed to Penglai Island.

Yuan Qi nodded again and again: "Don't worry! I'll rush over!"

"No!" Mo Li shook his head in horror, "It's too dangerous!"

"It's okay!" Yuan Qi carried Mo Li into the cabin, and walked out with a solemn face in a moment.

"How's the persuasion?" asked Ning Xin.

"I'll go alone, you help me take care of him!" Yuan Qi said lightly.

"No!" Ning Xin flatly refused, "Uncle Gu's hatred, I also have a share!"

"You really don't want to go, after all, you are from the Demon Sect, there are many disciples in Qingcheng, it is not good to say whether it is friend or foe!" Yuan Qi shook his head, "Besides, Mo Li needs someone to take care of him, for now, I can only believe you!"

Ning Xin's heart, Yuan Qi's words made her heart warm, and before she could react, Yuan Qi had already flown away.

Penglai, the clouds were thick, and the spell casting of all saints had reached the final moment, and everyone sensed a spicy aura.

Above, the entanglement between Wan Qing and the black shadow has already had an overwhelming trend, after all, the other party is just an incarnation, which can only exert a short-term power, and once it is released, it is destined to dissipate.

"Haha!" In the cold wind, Halloween laughed maniacally.

The fluttering snowflakes gradually turned into ice spikes and landed, and countless bloody ones were pierced, and the strange cry became clearer.

"Kunpeng is finally coming!" Hun Tuo's face was surprisingly calm by the edge of Tianchi.

The terrifying aura echoed, and everyone subconsciously looked up, and saw a huge shadow, covering the clouds overhead, it was a monster covered in ice, just a chirp, it shook people's hearts.

It's strange that Dapeng's head and Dapeng's wings have the body of a fish and the tail of a fish, which fit almost perfectly.

At this moment, whether it was the righteous path or the demonic path, they all fell into a panic, and in the face of such a powerful ancient beast, they couldn't afford to have a psychology at all.

Wan Sheng took out a jade flute and blew it, and the faint ancient song made Kunpeng's body vibrate, and the violent aura was actually relieved.

"Dream Thousand Souls!" In the distance, Yuan Qi stared at Kunpeng in the sky, and then looked at Wansheng, his heart was extremely shocked, this ancient song that circulated in the Demon Sect actually had something to do with Kunpeng.

"Kill him!" Wan Sheng pointed at Wan Qing, as if giving orders to Kunpeng.

The black shadow entangled with Wan Qing took a deep look at Kunpeng, and finally dissipated with the wind.

Kunpeng's eyes were cold, it seemed to have its own independent consciousness, and it was not affected by anyone's trend, and with a roar, it stretched out its huge wings and shot countless feather arrows, not only Wan Qing, but even Wan Sheng was also shrouded in it.

"Damn! how can you not control it!" Wan Sheng dodged and played the old song again.

"Senior Sister Ting!" In the ruins below, Wan Qian's figure flashed, grabbed Wan Ting, dodged a feather arrow, and shouted, "Senior Sister Ting, wake up quickly! I'm Senior Brother Wan!"

However, no matter how Wanqian swayed, Wan Ting was always dull-eyed, and in a hurry, Wan Qian could only hold her and dodge one feather arrow after another.

Yuan Qi breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this scene, Wan Ting was finally fine. Immediately after, he raised his head and stared at the Ten Thousand Saints in the air, with a flash of murderous intent in his eyes, and quietly sneaked over with the Dustless Sword.

Kunpeng was still in a rage, his huge body almost touching the ground, and along the way, whether it was a Qingcheng disciple or a demon sect disciple, it was cut in half by its sharp wings. Fortunately, at this time, Wan Qing recovered slightly after a short period of pranayama, and behind his head, the Phantom Moon Mirror slowly rose, shooting out a sharp light.

"Roar!" Kunpeng roared, going straight up against the sky, facing the light, and swooping away.

At the moment of crisis, Wan Qing was not suppressing the power in his body, his spiritual power was rotating rapidly, and the original blue light was completely replaced by Yin Hong, his whole person seemed to be in a demon, holding the Phantom Moon Mirror with one hand, and the seven-colored light sprayed from the mirror, facing Kunpeng.

Kindness is like water, that is the realm that only the ancient gods have, although Wan Qing has a problem with his cultivation, he only stepped in with one foot, but if he is not hiding it, the strength he exerts is enough to be called against the sky.

Kunpeng screamed! This collision, it suffered a loss, and brown blood gushed out like a spring, mixed with several scales, and fell down!

When everyone looked up, they saw that there was a huge wound on Kunpeng's back, which was rapidly healing.

In an instant, Kunpeng went berserk, his huge body became extremely fast, and he stretched out his bloodstained claws and grabbed Wan Qing fiercely.

On the other side, Wan Sheng was also standing in the void, with a cold smile on his face, although the situation in front of him was beyond his expectations, but he was very happy to see Wan Qing so difficult.

Suddenly, in the ruins below, a rushing sword qi spread to his feet at an extremely fast speed, and almost before he had time to react, it pierced Wan Sheng's chest.

"Ahh

"Senior Brother Yuan!" Below, Wan Qian was surprised, and hurriedly patted Wan Ting beside him, and said loudly, "Senior Sister Ting, look, Senior Brother Yuan is still alive!"

Wan Ting sensed it, slowly raised her head, looked at the familiar figure in the air, and a line of tears fell unconsciously, and her mouth kept repeating: "Yuan Qi! Yuan Qi!"

The cold wind howled, blowing the brown blood on the ground, and a thin layer of breaking waves, and suddenly, a pale hand reached in.

"This is the blood of Kunpeng!" Hun Tuo's eyes were hot, carefully weighing the blood stained on his hands, raising his head slightly, looking at the battle in the air, and sneering, "Kunpeng has appeared, so ...... next"