And after Elder Crane and the Holy Son and his party approached, they were relieved to see this scene.

"This Youzhou is really remote and barren, these Youzhou monks, even such a turtle spirit grass, are fighting for their heads to break their heads......" The two attendants behind the Holy Son showed a look of sarcasm in their eyes.

Several people watched the grappling in front of them without moving.

The lotus flower in the eyebrows of the rough man with the tiger's back knife flashed, and it was really difficult to fight against the 'Xi Sansong' who made a sinister move.

"The eldest disciple of Qingyangmen has such a little strength, I think your Qingyangmen is not far from disappearing in the Youzhou Cultivation Realm. ”

Xi Sanshou smiled coldly, and a long whip appeared leisurely in his hand. This thing is full of demonic energy, and the place where the handshake handle is also burned with spirit patterns.

"Tsk...... I didn't expect it to be a medium-grade magic weapon. Interesting......"

In the distance, the old man on crutches was crane Xianqing, his eyes were calm, but his mouth was a little playfully exclaimed.

And Lei Lie, the rough man who was holding the tiger's back knife, changed his face slightly. His eyes were locked on the long whip in the other person's hand.

"Hmph, I'll give you a ride today!"

Xi Sanshou pinched the trick with one hand, and a spiritual power spell was sacrificed and entered into the magic weapon. The long whip instantly split into countless tentacles and swept towards the other party, extremely hideous.

Lei Lie shouted loudly, and the long knife on the tiger's back in his hand slammed into the ground, thudging into the ground with a thud. With both hands slammed on, the spirit pattern on the tiger's back knife suddenly shone brightly, and a tiger phantom appeared in front of him and roared angrily.

The tentacles that the long whip split were shot apart by the shock catapult. However, some tentacles were still grabbing from all directions.

"Old He, help that big man!"

The Holy Son looked at the scene lightly, and suddenly spoke.

Crane Lao pondered for a moment, and then with a wave of his robe, a powerful wind blade appeared out of thin air, galloping out, cutting through the air, and a sonic boom sounded.

Scratch and pull!

The wind blade directly cut off those tentacles.

Xi Sanshou's smug expression changed instantly, the corners of his mouth twitched, his eyes showed a look of horror, and he turned his head to look around.

"Who's the master! Please show up!"

Lei Lie struggled to resist, his expression was painful, but he found that all these tentacles had been cut off, and his eyes flashed with horror.

"I can't see the evil devil in my life!"

A cold voice sounded, and four people walked out of the mist, led by the Holy Son.

Xi Sanshou gritted his teeth and was furious: "It just scared your dog's eyes, dare to take care of grandpa's business!"

The Holy Son smiled lightly: "It's not that you dare to care, it's that you want to kill when you see evil!"

The bewitching woman next to her sneered, stood beside Xi Sanshou, and snorted coldly: "The tone is not small!"

The Holy Son smiled slightly, and the red lotus phantom suddenly bloomed in his eyebrows.

The faces of several people changed instantly: "Red Lotus Monk?"

"Juniors, you don't know Taishan with eyes, and you have offended a lot, I hope your seniors don't mind. ”

Xi San's face immediately changed, squeezed out a smile, and respectfully possessed him.

The Holy Son glanced at the other party, turned around indifferently, and walked towards the depths of the Purple Thunder Gorge.

Crane Lao's face was flat, and he didn't even look at a few people, and followed directly.

Xi Sanshou bowed his head, and his eyes showed a look of fear. Seeing that the other party was gone, he just breathed a sigh of relief, but he heard the back looming in the cyan mist, and a faint accent came: "Chop!"

The two guards who followed behind glanced at each other, one of them suddenly sacrificed his flying sword, the blue light flickered, and with a bang, a cold light magnified from Xi Sanshou's eyes, and he was about to react, but he was already in a different place.

The woman next to her screamed in fright. Another evil man was also stunned. was about to escape, but two cold lights cut through the fog in a row, and he fell!

The man with the knife on the tiger's back was frightened, looking at the few people who disappeared in the fog, he opened his mouth wide, and couldn't make a sound for a long time.

......

However, at this scene, a group of people not far away were silently watching.

"Miss, these people are not small, and judging by their extraordinary means, it is very likely that they are from the Northern Immortal State!"

Magu gasped, the methods of the two guards alone were extraordinary, not to mention the cultivation for the time being, the spells they cast were extremely peculiar.

The proprietress kept staring at the place where the people had disappeared, not knowing what she was thinking.

......

The fog spread, and a group of monks walked slowly through it.

On the other side of Zilei Gorge, a green-shirted Taoist rushed out of a misty mouth, he looked around, but found that there was a courtyard on the mountainside in front of him.

After pondering for a moment, suddenly the Qingyi Daoist laughed: "Haha, who else can there be in this Purple Thunder Gorge except for the old guy of Bailian for so many years?"

As he spoke, Aoba Daoren accelerated the pace of the divine walk under his feet and flew away.

However, when he arrived at the courtyard here, he cautiously touched it into the courtyard. His eyes scanned around, but he didn't notice any movement.

"Senior brother?"

Aoba Michito screamed tentatively. The courtyard was empty, and no one responded.

He frowned, pinched the trick in his hand, and recited it silently in his mouth, only to see the green lotus in the center of his eyebrows blooming, and a bead of Wuling Wuling was slowly sacrificed by him.

Step by step, he slowly stepped into the room.

Looking at the layout in the room, he snorted coldly, these things are so unfamiliar, they are all senior brother's things. Even on the incense table in front, the portrait enshrined is the ancestor of Wuling.

"Senior brother, are you so reluctant to see your junior brother?" the killing intent in the eyes of the Aoba Daoist was overflowing, and he muttered silently.

Immediately, he rushed out of the courtyard and looked around, the canyon was perennially foggy and wet. In front of me, I found a series of shallow footsteps.

Although the footprints were extremely slight, they were obviously formed by casting a magic spell and tapping the ground under their feet.

A smug smile rose at the corner of Aoba Daoren's mouth, and he looked at the mountain peak: "Senior brother, you are still so careless......"

After speaking, the Aoba Daoist put away the Wuling Bead, and the dust in his hand was thrust into his back, and the same divine magic blessing swept towards the mountain along the shallow footprints.

After a while, the Aoba Daoist had already chased a long distance, but found that when they reached the cliff in front of them, the footprints suddenly disappeared.

"Huh?"

The people of Aoba Dao looked up at the cliff mountain rock, standing tall. He looked at the white mist of the canyon on both sides of the side again, and groaned. He walked slowly around, carefully examining it.

At the same time, he cried out cautiously: "Senior brother, senior brother is so hard to find you! I know you are here......

In the cave, the eyes of the White Lotus Dao people sitting cross-legged and meditating suddenly opened, and their ears moved slightly. He immediately got up and ran quickly towards the crack in the stone.

Along the crack in the stone, the White Lotus Daoist saw a pair of footsteps on the ground moving slowly.

"Senior brother, you don't have to run away, hand over the elixir identification record passed down by the master, I won't blame the past! I can even let you return to the Wuling Temple......"

Aoba Daoren's eyes were vicious, and he slowly spoke.

Suddenly, the eyes of the Aoba Daoist fell on the hidden stone crevice on the left. The corners of his mouth suddenly curled. Wind under your feet, teleportation.

The White Lotus Daoist was breathing rapidly, staring closely at the crack in the stone, only to find that the footsteps had disappeared.

He immediately turned around and shouted at Wang Qiu: "Hurry up!

Wang Qiu was startled, and was about to ask why, but in his mind, he suddenly remembered what the master had said before: "If there is an accident, there is a stone crack in the back, you should be clever." ”

The White Lotus Daoist didn't care about him anymore, grabbed the white flag, and slipped out of the crack in the stone.