In the fairy world, there is a temple of ascending immortals, washing the immortal pool, but unfortunately this Chengtian fairy world is damaged, the aura of the washing fairy pool, compared with the washing fairy pool I saw in the story, the gap is too big, I drank the pot of immortal wine given to me by the money shopkeeper, and the degree of body washing is not very far from the immortal body, this washing fairy pool is indeed not very useful for me.

But this time, people in the fairy world, where have they drunk immortal wine, this Wang Xixian Pond is tantamount to the world's treasure for them. Looking at the expressions in the eyes of Nanping Fengxue and the others, their mission to come to this immortal realm is nine times out of ten for this.

Nanping Fengxue saw everyone coming, and he was not in a hurry, and the side of his body was already in front of the Washing Immortal Pool.

"Nanping Fengxue, what do you mean?"

Evil Feather Gongzi was the first to call, and as soon as he closed the folding fan in his hand, it seemed that he wanted to make a move.

"Hmph, this is what my Nanjun Immortal Sect discovered first, can you still grab it?"

Although Huo Yuanqi and Nanping Fengxue had a discord and belonged to two veins, they naturally stood together outside, and their fists clenched.

"Hmph, the purpose of all of us coming to this broken place, I believe that several of us know it, looking at the pond there is still a lot, if we divide it equally, it will not hurt the harmony, otherwise we will have to meet each other, and it will be cheaper for outsiders at that time, but it will not be good." ”

"Are you threatening me?"

Nanping Fengxue was still smiling, but the cold light in his eyes flashed, echoing the silver hair, but there was a burst of coldness.

"Amitabha, the evil feather benefactor is right, and the little monk agrees with his words. ”

Monk Jiudao clasped his hands together, but he made his position clear, and saw Nanping Fengxue smile even more, "What about you, Fu Lingyao?"

"Agreed. ”

With two cold words, Fu Lingyao also stood with the evil feather prince Jiudao monk, Huo Yuanqi kept sneering, and a figure flashed, revealing Gong Shaofan's face, although it was a little pale, but his eyes were extremely firm.

Three-on-three, the three veins of the Nanjun Immortal Sect fought against the other three major Immortal Sects, and the battle was about to start.

"This is the immortal realm washing immortal pool, which can cleanse itself, temper into a supreme immortal body, achieve an immortal body of ten thousand calamities, and never enter reincarnation!"

The abrupt voice of the Evil Feather Boy resounded through the heavens and the earth, and this time, whether it was a lurking person or a fighter, they all stopped and went to this place to see.

"Let's hold these three people, whoever can get it depends on their chances!"

As soon as Evil Yu Gongzi's voice fell, he took the lead in killing Gong Shaofan, but he picked the weakest person to shoot.

"Despicable!"

Huo Yuanqi was furious, but he was helpless, and when he was about to make a move, he was stopped by the Nanping wind and snow, "I dragged the Jiudao monk and Fu Lingyao, you go to guard the immortal pond and find an opportunity to collect the pool." ”

Huo Yuanqi was stunned for a moment, then nodded fiercely, turned around and rushed down, stopped in front of the Immortal Washing Pond, and fought with everyone.

"Amitabha, with one enemy and two, the donor of Nanping should not be too conceited. ”

"Let's shoot!"

Nanping Fengxue waved his fingers, and a gust of green wind wrapped himself, and he went straight to Fu Lingyao and the dove monk.

Fu Lingyao's cold eyes froze, and she waved her hand to be ten thousand feet of ice, wanting to freeze the heavens and the earth, and the fluttering figure wandered in the ice and snow, although the killing machine continued, it was so beautiful that it was dusty, and there were idle people below who were attracted by this figure, and went away unconsciously, entered the battle circle, and instantly turned into a piece of lifeless ice.

The monk of the dove road was covered with golden light, but his eyes were as fierce as a demon, and the golden palm prints were constantly punched out, without the slightest compassion.

The wind and snow in Nanping are also good, the sharp cold ice came from all directions, but it was directly broken by the green wind around him, and he couldn't get into half a point, and the golden palm prints were only scattered with a finger, but the cold ice was endless, and the palm prints were continuous, Rao was extremely powerful, and he had to be entangled in this, but Fu Lingyao and the Jiudao monk couldn't get away at all, and they were entangled by the endless sword qi, and they had to die here with a carelessness.

Gong Shaofan is in danger, he consumes a lot to deal with that Qiu Hong, although there is an elixir to recover, but he has not been able to reach his peak for a while, the evil feather boy folds a fan and dances wildly, and a clear light continues to shine out, it seems to be gorgeous, very good-looking, but it can't be touched at all, it is a sharp blade for killing.

"Hirakawa!"

Gong Shaofan gritted his teeth, flipped his right palm, and suddenly condensed the essence of the sun, turning into a huge palm print and falling.

"Hirakawa-style?

The Evil Feather Boy was not afraid, folded the fan, and drew an evil smile on the corner of his mouth, "Moon Kill!"

A huge waning moon slowly rose, the clear light sprinkled all over the place, slowly, gently turned, the palm print suddenly could not be pressed, and with the rotation of the waning moon continued to tremble, as if it was about to collapse, but the waning moon rotation was still extremely difficult, the two were entangled, but no one could help anyone.

"Break it for me!"

Gong Shaofan was dumbfounded, opened his mouth and spewed out a stream of blood and landed on the palm print, but he saw that the red lines spread out, and the entire palm print became extremely weird.

After the excitement of this essence and blood, the power of the palm print increased greatly, and the waning moon was suddenly pressed down, and a trace of cracks appeared on the waning moon, but the evil feather boy was not in a hurry, stretched out his hand, and the waning moon suddenly turned into a full moon, and the clear light increased greatly, everyone's faces were illuminated by this moonlight, and only a scream was heard, and the Pingchuan-style palm print was directly torn apart, and was cut into nothingness by the full moon, and Gong Shaofan's exercise was broken, and he directly spewed out a large mouthful of blood, flew out upside down, and lay on the ground and couldn't stop wailing.

Seeing that Gong Shaofan had been solved, the evil feather boy suddenly smiled, and with a stroke of the full moon, he went straight to Nanping in the snow.

Nanping Fengxue was fighting fiercely with the Jiudao monk and Fu Lingyao, and suddenly heard a miserable scream, heard Gong Shaofan's voice, and snorted in a low voice: "Waste!"

As soon as the words fell, a sudden wave of coercion and murderous aura struck, and he hurriedly withdrew from the battle circle, turned his head and saw that a huge full moon was silently attacking him, and before the moon arrived, the heavy pressure had come, as if the entire moon was pressing, and it directly crushed the ice and snow that Fu Lingyao's yuan power had turned into, but it scared Fu Lingyao and the monk of the dove.

Nanping Fengxue was not shocked, stretched out his two fingers, took a few steps back, and slashed.

"Broken Moon!"

One of the six supernatural powers of the Nanjun Immortal Sect, the Broken Moon Style!

Two fingers break the moon, the whole round of the full moon when approaching the Nanping snowstorm, only to hear a "Zheng" sound, actually from the middle of the break, turned into two halves, slowly turned into nothingness.

After the full moon, the corner of the evil feather boy's mouth spilled blood, but the evil smile did not decrease, and he said in a low voice: "What a Nanping wind and snow, what a broken moon style! Hahahaha, it's worth the trip." ”

Glancing at Gong Shaofan who was lying on the ground like a dead dog in the distance, Nanping Fengxue ignored the evil feather boy and continued to fight with Fu Lingyao and Monk Jiudao, as if the previous blow was just an episode.