Baimang Mountain is located in the extreme south, the mountain stretches for about 10,000 miles, the forest is deep and dense, it is wrapped in miasma all the year round, the snakes, insects, rats and ants flow among the corrupt silt in it, and the fierce tigers, leopards and jackals do not dare to howl here, it is the holy court of the demon clan. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Located at the top of Baimang Mountain, even the clouds are only floating with the mountainside, but they dare not compare with the palace, the ground paved with fine white jade shines with warm light, the curling mist shrouds the unreal palace, the phoenix spreads its wings on the sandalwood carved eaves, the floating window carved by bluestone, the wall panel carved by jade, inlaid with the bright pearl of the size of the bowl, showing luxury.

In the dormitory, the cloud top sandalwood is the beam, the crystal jade is the lamp, the pearl string is the curtain, the fan gold is the pillar base, the edge of the six-foot-wide agarwood bed is inlaid with the shark silk treasure Luo tent, the tent is embroidered with pearls and silver thread begonia flowers, the wind is moving, such as falling clouds, mountains and fog seas.

In the sea of clouds, mountains and fog, the red phantom came out, the Naluo skirt and the wind fluttering in the wind were still the spring light, the white and slender legs were so perfect, and the waist like the jade willow of the wind was only a hand, which was an invincible beautiful scenery.

With the footsteps from far to near, the graceful body is clearer, the pale and cold cheeks are revealed, still as before the charm and bewitching, the scarlet eyes flow, a palpitating hatred and murderous aura lingered, Chun Thirty Niang has not yet wiped the blood stains on the green jade palm, and walked into the hall.

"Mother's ......"

The big man with the tiger's back and the waist bowed his head outside the hall, the messy hair bun and the wind fluttering, the colorful tiger stripes and the ground, and did not dare to look up at the demon king, endured palpitations and horror, and begged bitterly and said: "Please be merciful to the mother, remember that I have been loyal to my evil tiger stream for many years, please spare my mother's life!"

The name of the evil tiger stream "Flying White Tiger", and the list of demons in this Baimang Mountain, can be regarded as a person with outstanding achievements, these hundreds of years have followed the Spring Thirty Niang or so, and has made great achievements with the "Battle of Bai Mang Mountain", is the minister of the Spring Thirty Niang, but at the moment it is in despair, there is still a trace of hope, only hope that the demon king can take care of the past.

"White Tiger ......" Chun Thirty Niang's figure was stunned, turned around and walked to the front of the main hall, looking down at the big man with the tiger's back and bear's waist, the big red clothes fluttering in the wind, the murderous aura and hatred around the body slightly decayed, and the scarlet in the eyes also decreased, and sighed and said: "You have followed me for more than five hundred years!"

Chun Thirty Niang recalled the past years, and said with a somewhat gloomy face: "In the past, I pacified Baimang Mountain, and you were invincible with a tiger roaring knife, but there were those who did not obey, and those who did not obey, you did not take into account the feelings of your old friends in the past, and they were all killed one by one!"

"A hundred years ago, the old demon of Montenegro broke into Baimang Mountain, and you led the demons of the Evil Tiger Stream to fight to the death and never retreat!"

The trembling body of the white tiger settled down, and a warm current appeared in his heart, and he never looked up at the demon king, and said respectfully: "I wish to be a ...... for my mother."

The monstrous demonic aura was mixed with hatred and murderous aura, the green silk of the spring thirty Niang's waist fluttered in the wind, the white cheeks were extremely hideous, and the scarlet eyes revealed resentment and madness, and the lotus foot kicked the white tiger's chest lightly, kicking it out.

"Do you know how important this flavor medicine is!"

Chun Thirty Niang was furious, her body disappeared out of thin air from the spot, Rou Yi grabbed the neck of the white tiger and lifted it up from the ground, the contrast between the slender body and the burly body of the white tiger was extremely obvious, and the top of the mountain where the cold wind was whistling, she said resentfully: "Before the sun goes down, if you don't offer the medicine, I will take her Neidan!"

Chun Thirty Niang let go of the soft wattle, turned around and walked towards the main hall.

With a "snap", the body of the white tiger fell to the ground, making a heavy sound, and then looked at the back of the demon king Chun Sanniang with a sluggish expression, and the eyes were becoming more and more gloomy and desperate......

Chun Thirty Niang walked slowly into the main hall, resentment and madness were also swept away, the demonic energy and body lingered, staring at the people on the bed, but the heart was indescribably sour, sighed faintly, sat on the side of the bed, and said softly: "Sacrifice my life to protect each other, am I really worthy of you?"

Recalling ten days ago and in the Lanruo Temple, Chun Thirty Niang was still shuddering, the "Huangquan Ghost Gate Pass" of the old demon of the Black Mountain and the thousand-year-old tree demon hit with all their might, and the nine-day thunder tribulation was about to erupt, which was a catastrophe that had never been encountered in practice so far, and it was already in danger.

Even Mei Jiangxue, a sister who has been in the company for many years, is also standing by and watching!

At that moment, Chun Thirty Niang allowed the "Octagon Soul Devouring Network" to be pushed to the extreme, but she was still powerless to return to the sky, and she was tied to death in the line of life and death.

Only Bao Wenzheng stepped forward and used the "Sky Splitting Sword Codex" of Emei Xianmen to desperately attack the tree demon, if it weren't for the forced thousand-year-old tree demon to turn back, on the occasion of the old demon of Montenegro's magic power "Huangquan Ghost Gate Pass" and the tree demon of Lanruo Temple to attack, Chun Thirty Niang Ben should really be scattered with the soul in the "Nine Days Thunder Tribulation".

Spring Thirty Niang stared at the man who was like a gossamer, and the meeting with the short Matsuoka study in the past resurfaced in her heart, the funny accompanied by joy, the childish smile when he was a free and easy person but was played, and when watching "The Peony Pavilion" with the pear orchard, the delicate meaning was like flowing clouds, and the care of covering the rain with his sleeves when it rained, this bit by bit came to my heart.

"Is it worth it......?" Chun Thirty Niang said with a sigh, gently wiping the sweat on Bao Wenzheng's forehead, and then stayed on the faintly undulating chest, and his expression was more lonely and lonely, as well as a little apologetic.

Mei Jiangxue and Lanruo Temple do not help each other, which is the wisest move......

"Mother, the traceability array has been set up. A maid stepped forward as if walking on thin ice, leaned down and knelt on the ground, and said respectfully, her eyes did not dare to stay on the bed from beginning to end.

Chun Thirty Niang stretched out her jade arm and hugged Bao Wenzheng gently, and even condensed the demonic qi in front of her three feet to disperse the mountain wind, her face was as indifferent as before, and her red clothes swayed with her footsteps, and she went to the cave behind the main hall on the top of the mountain.

The cave has long been filled with mist, all from the ancient bronze tripod, the sound of water bubbles "cooing" sounds, the pure aura is blocked by the formation, in order to prevent the human body from being weak and weak, so the thousand-year-old Zhu Guo and Huang Jing are still rolling.

The four corners of the bronze tripod are the maids who have been serving the spring for more than 30 years, and they are concentrating on urging the demon qi to enter several inner pills, and the pure true yuan in the inner pill is about to come out, just waiting for the demon king to give an order.

Chun Thirty Niang walked slowly with Bao Wenzheng in her arms, and when her arms were stretched out, Bao Wenzheng's body was lifted, and then suspended in the air above the big ding, and the aura contained by the treasures of heaven and earth turned into a slender red line, and began to wrap the hanging body.

The maids who had already prepared did not dare to slack off, and each of them urged the true yuan of Neidan to begin to pour into the Dading......

The traceability array is the director of the Baimang Mountain Demon Clan, but there are really not many people who are worthy of this formation with this Baimang Mountain, just because not only do they need seven kinds of heavenly and earthly treasures, but they also need the assistance of the Five Elements Neidan to put this traceability array out.

With the five elements of "gold, wood, water, fire and earth", the medicinal effects of the seven kinds of heavenly and earthly treasures are completely volatilized, as long as the soul has not been classified into the underworld, this "traceability array" can be brought back to life!

Wrapped in the dense aura, Bao Wenzheng gradually recovered a little bit of sanity, opened his eyes in a trance, endured the severe pain on his body and slowly turned his head sideways, and saw the slightly happy look of Chun Thirty Niang, barely squeezed out a little smile, and whispered: "Where am I?"

"Baimang Mountain!" Chun Thirty Niang's smile was as bright as a camellia, and the haze of the past was all gone, and said: "You are awake after all......"

"Calm your mind and concentrate on it, and you will benefit a lot from this aura in your body!"

Chun Thirty Niang said with a smile, but the fair-skinned soft wattle was an unnatural convulsion, since the battle of Lanruo Temple was injured, Rao is a thousand-year-old tree demon's inner pill tonic, at this moment, with a slight relaxation of the mind, it can no longer be suppressed.

Bao Wenzheng learned from the battle of Lanruo Temple that although he had practiced the exercises of Emei Xianmen and could fly to the sky with a sword, compared with the great demon of the world, he was still just an ant.

A spiritual aura like a substance poured in from all over his body, mending this Dao foundation that was already a crack......

Chun Thirty Niang stared at Bao Wenzheng's body with a smile, her face flushed unnaturally, and she turned around and walked out of the cave.

Can't hold it back!

The battle of Lanruo Temple was originally in the calculation, the old demon of Montenegro "Huangquan Ghost Gate" is extremely domineering, and there is the siege of the tree demon of Lanruo Temple and the thunder of the nine days on the back, so the spring thirty Niang fought to the death in order to compete with the old demon of Montenegro with supernatural powers for a long time, and he was already seriously injured.

If it weren't for Bao Wenzheng's injury, how could he have been forced to hold on to this "traceability array" when it opened.

Outside the cave, the cold wind was still howling, and the big red slender figure rose into the air, as if it had disappeared without knowing where it had disappeared.

On the "Broken Dragon Terrace" mountain on the mountainside of Baimang Mountain, on the stone pillar that is more magnificent under the corrosion of the mountain wind, the giant python with the thickness of the bucket is colorful, and the stone pillar is not moving, and the brown eyes are full of indifference and ruthlessness, quietly guarding the Broken Dragon Platform.

In the first layer of prison in the Broken Dragon Terrace, the spirits of Baimang Mountain are detained, all of whom have violated the laws of the demon clan and repented of the confinement in this Broken Dragon Terrace.

Yan Chixia was lying in the prison weakly, her face was sallow, and she no longer had the heroic spirit of the past, let you be an iron King Kong, a bronze Arhat, if you haven't eaten or drunk for nearly half a month, I'm afraid that death is not far away.

The weak scholar was already incomplete, and was tortured on Xingtai, and even Nie Xiaoqian, who was a lonely ghost, was also miserable, and her soul was whipped by the demon whip became more and more blurred!

"Don't you just want to "borrow the law"?"

Yan Chixia laughed wildly in despair, and the hatred in the tiger's eyes was even more monstrous, and she scolded endlessly: "Bao Wenzheng, you colluded with the demon clan to deceive the world and rob me of "borrowing the law"!"

"You don't want to die!"