The bright moon is scattered all over the Baimang Mountain, and the moon is covered with a layer of bright moonlight for this lofty mountain, and there are a lot of mosquitoes in the hot summer, and the buzzing of the burning side of this bonfire continues. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The atmosphere in the Demon King's Hall is extremely solemn, even those who are sexually happy and noisy dare not say much, the thirty-six cave demon kings with the tiger's back and bear waist are all extremely ugly, burly like an iron tower, wearing armor It is difficult to cover the body that is like an old tree's roots, the colorful big and the body behind him are fluttering, Changge is murderous in his hand, waiting for the appearance of the demon king Chun Thirty Niang.

A black smoke billowed out, and it dissipated in an instant with the demon king's hall, and at the same time, a figure suddenly appeared at the top of the hall, and a woman in red stood with her hands in her hands, looking down at the demons under her command with beautiful eyes.

The demon king of the thirty-six caves and the front of the hall were lined up in several rows, because it was inconvenient for the armor to salute the whole body, so he clasped his fists and saluted loudly and shouted: "Meet the mother!"

The voice echoed far away, and the tone was either sharp like a sharp blade striking, or dull work and rest like gongs and drums sounding in unison, or high-pitched like a tiger roaring and a wolf howling, and a desolate aura of slaughter rose to the sky.

"The Yin Cao Difu intends to conquer the Nine Secluded Streams with the Zhongyuan Ghost Festival, and the Nine Secluded Niangniang went to Baimang Mountain to ask for each other, hoping that I would come out of Baimang Mountain and ten thousand demons together, and hold 100,000 living beings hostage Chen Bing Jiu Youjian ......"

Although Chun Thirty Niang's tone was Qingling, they each lingered in the ears of the demon kings, and said indifferently: "I, Baimang Mountain, do not interfere in the battle between the underworld and the Nine Hidden Streams, and if I can't do anything, I will leave." ”

"Niangniang, if we mobilize the people to hold 100,000 living beings hostage, then the underworld will not be able to stop?

The Blue Wolf Demon King is the minister of the humerus of Baimang Mountain, and his loyalty is true, so he stepped forward and said respectfully.

"Humph!"

"The ten halls of Yama have always been worshiped by the people with incense, how can the Yin Si Zhengshen under his command look at the life and death of 100,000 living beings and disregard ......?"

The Eagle Demon King is a wise man who has been relied on by Chun Thirty Niang since the splendid heart Mei Jiangxue, and he stepped forward to stand side by side with the Green Wolf Demon King, and his ugly cheeks showed a sneering color, and then said with a straight face: "It's just that this plan is a little ill-thought-provoking, I Baimang Mountain has made a bad deal with the underworld, if Jiuyou Niangniang breaks her promise in the future and gets fat, is it possible to raise troops to conquer Jiuyoujian again?"

"Yes!" The Eagle Demon King's eyes lit up, with a flattering smile on his face, and he smiled with a smile: "As long as I inform the underworld in Baimang Mountain with a piece of paper, I am willing to work together to conquer the Nine Secluded Streams......"

"Niangniang is far-sighted, and the little demon is far from ......"

The thirty-six cave demon kings of Baimang Mountain are all hundreds of years of Taoism, which is not a scheming and decisive person, how can you not know that this vulture demon king is deliberately flattering, but life and death are controlled by the spring thirty Niang's "secluded spirit wine", so most of them are pretending to suddenly realize, but their hearts are extremely disdainful.

"Vultures, White Tigers, Green Wolves, Black Snakes!"

"The matter of holding 100,000 living beings hostage will be handled by you and others!"

Chun Thirty Niang's face was solemn, she looked down at the thirty-six cave demon kings under her command, and shouted coldly: "On the day when the ghost gate of the Midyear Festival opens, the 100,000 living beings in the nine secluded streams can only be more, and they must be missing!"

"Whoa!"

The Eagle Demon King, the White Tiger Demon King, the Blue Wolf Demon King, and the Black Snake Demon King all responded in a deep voice, and then turned back to the camp.

Freezing three feet is not a day's cold, spring thirty Niang and the corpse mountain in the sea of blood won the honor of the demon king of Baimang Mountain, but also with the "ghost spirit wine" to drive the ten thousand demons under his command, that Jiwei is not a day, at this moment and the demon king in the palace to give orders, although the body seems to be delicate, who does not know the wanton viciousness of the thousand-year-old spider spirit, and no one dares to look at the demeanor of the world.

"The Nine Demon Kings of the West Mountain!"

"You are guarding Baimang Mountain, if there are five immortal gates and old demons of Montenegro to attack, use the "Ten Thousand Demon Soul Devouring Array" to resist the enemy, and there is no room for loss!"

The charming figure and the order in the Demon King's Palace, the beautiful eyes were full of indescribable slaughter, and after the Nine Demon Kings of Xishan were ordered to retreat, they continued: "The rest follow me to the Nine Hidden Streams!"

"Whoa!"

After the demon kings received the order, they sent each other away in the palace of the demon king, and waited until the spring thirty niang was gone, and then they drove the demon wind and left......

Hengshan Cangcang into the purple underworld, looking down at the Antarctic Old Man Star.

The snow of the five peaks is blown away, and the flowers often fall into the cave.

Hengshan is full of ancient wood forests, the eaves and pavilions in the fairy gate are innumerable, the carved beams and paintings are even more beautiful, the stone turtle in front of the imperial tablet pavilion is carved with bluestone, and the neck and eyes have gone through the baptism of wind and rain.

"Lu Zhangjiao, the stakes are very high, why not think about it in the long run?" Liu Qingfeng wore a Confucian robe, accompanied by Canglan Zhenren to persuade Lu Sanniang, and said in a solemn voice: "The Nine Secluded Streams are dangerous places, and the survival of the Five Immortal Sects is intermittent, so we must not lose it!"

Canglan Zhenren said: "Liu Zhang's teachings are reasonable, now that the enemy is strong and I am weak, close the mountain gate to protect myself in formation, and wait for the day when the Tao is refined in the future, and then kill the demons and demons, it is the best policy!"

Lu Sanniang's robe body is quite ice muscle and jade bones, and her face is as cold as before, and she bowed and said: "My disciple is willing to take all risks, and secretly plots with the Nine Secluded Streams, and there is no life for ten deaths, so I won a glimmer of opportunity......

"My Emei is now in a single line, and the two of you don't need to say much!"

As soon as these words came out, although the Five Immortal Sects were the same qi, it was related to the survival of Emei, and Lu Sanniang, as the head of Emei, had nothing to say since his mind had been decided.

The green jade fingers pinched the sword trick, the three-foot green blade and the shoulders suddenly came out of the sheath, and the cyan halo and floated in the air, the delicate figure floated up, and after giving a salute, he drove the Qingping fairy sword straight into the green underworld.

Canglan Zhenren and Liu Qingfeng looked at each other, and they both saw each other's gloomy colors, and now Hengshan Xianmen Huijing Shitai and Songshan Xianmen Yuankong Zen Master are both dead, and Lu Sanniang is determined to go to Jiuyoujian again, which is unpredictable......

"Fellow Daoist, for today's plan, I can only guard the mountain gate, protect myself with the formation, and leave it to the next day to make a plan......" Liu Qingfeng had a sad face, looking at Lu Sanniang's sword light in an instant, and sighed with a dignified look of wind and rain coming and the wind full of buildings.

Canglan real crane hair and childish face is the bone of the fairy wind and the fluttering clothes are even more like a fairy falling into the dust, since the way of heaven is lacking and there is no hope of becoming an immortal, it has long been unintentional to stay, and it is rolling clouds outside the sky.

"If you don't have it, the Tao is always ......"

"Liu Zhangjiao, my Qingcheng will also be closed for a hundred years, if you can comprehend the supernatural powers within this hundred years, this seat will fight again in Montenegro, and it will be punished!"

After Canglan Zhenren made a salute, his body slowly floated when the big sleeves were waved, and the streamer and the back of his shoulders flew away, and the body of Canglan Zhenren was held up under his feet, and when the aftermath was faint, he went straight into the blue darkness.

"There is another mystery in the rotation of yin and yang, and the way of supernatural powers is not an ordinary ......"

Liu Qingfeng looked at Canglan Zhenren's sword light in an instant, stood with his hands in his hands, and sighed to himself.

Hengshan Xianmen ancient wood forest, the artistic conception is quiet, and the scorching sun is still not hot, the breeze slowly stroked the weeds and dust, Liu Qingfeng wore a Confucian robe and stopped in front of the stone turtle for a long time, and then the wind rose and disappeared in front of the imperial tablet pavilion......

The July 15th Midyear Festival, commonly known as the "Ghost Festival", is due to the fact that the underworld will open the ghost door that night, so those who have newly died will turn back to the yang world, and there will be kindness and revenge.

In the yang world, they did not dare to slack off, ordinary people and the grave to pay tribute to the dead, praying for the protection of the ancestors, those squires or the squires or invited Taoist priests to pray for Jiao, or invited monks to come to the house to chant sutras to surpass the soul.

Put the river lantern, burning paper is also one of the customs, so although it is not to the night of the Midyear Festival, but there is a river is also often burned all night, and in this hot summer, men, women and children are solemn, even acquaintances meet and are silent, lest they lose their filial piety.

In the Nine Secluded Streams in the Far North, the dark flower has been watered by the water of the Yellow Spring, and the anger and resentment are even more suspenseful, and the cold air is overwhelming, and the thousands of ghosts under it are also the Tao has been refined, after the Nine Quiet Niangniang gave it with the water of the Yellow Spring, it is even more warlike rising, and there are often crazy ghost howls one after another, that is, the new ghost Mei Sanniang who has entered the Nine Secluded Streams is also related.

"Official, I'm afraid that I have to watch the fire from the other side first......" Zuo Yuesu was covered with fish scale armor, holding the "White Bone Soul Gun", controlling the gusts of yin wind, and in front of this "Flower of Resentment", he looked calm and said casually.

Without him, Zuo Yuesu and Chun Thirty Niang will change places, and they will wait until Jiu Youjian suffers heavy casualties before making a move, taking the opportunity to carry the power of the ten thousand demons of Baimang Mountain, in order to hold the feelings of 100,000 living beings hostage, so that Zuo Yue has always had a hard time.

"It's all you and I expected......"

Bao Wenzheng pretended to sigh helplessly, and said: "Heavenly Master Zhong Kui came to conquer with the treasure of the underworld, the Book of Life and Death, if he stopped without starting a war, wouldn't it be like child's play, and how to explain to the ten halls of Yama......"

"It's reasonable, but it's really depressing...... Zuo Yuesu's heart moved, and the qi machine and this "flower of resentment" pulled each other, and a cold and extremely cold anger and resentment swept all over the world, and the resentment in the nine secluded streams was overwhelming, and the dim sky was like midnight, as dark as ink.

"Look at the future, don't fight for a moment!"

"After retreating from the conquest of the underworld, how many people are in this yang world, how many people will have under your command in the Nine Secluded Streams......"

Bao Wenzheng saw that Zuo Yuesu's grievances were so heavy that he had never seen it, and when he was angry, he was even more careful with his words, and said with relief.

Come on, Black Mountain Demon!

As long as you dare to come to Jiuyoujian, it will be me Bao Wenzheng who has completed the system task "Demon Wife and Ghost Concubine Fighting Black Mountain", and it will be the time when I will turn back to the Embroidered Jade Valley Flower Shifting Palace.

If you don't come, after the catastrophe of the Nine Secluded Streams is resolved, I will also instigate Chun Thirty Niang and Zuo Yuesu to find you.

Whether you come or not, the demon wife and ghost concubine will invite you to fight the old demon of Montenegro......

You can't hide, you can't go!