Luo Yan's expression was slightly stunned, then he turned around and walked aside, lowered his head and sighed: "Alas, Xiaolin, don't blame Benjun for spending the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, wasn't the previous True Monarch Ji Hai also cultivated by His Venerable himself? But his last move was so disappointing. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Speaking of this, he raised his head, stared directly at Xiao Menglin's eyes, and said, "In my impression, you have never spoken to outsiders." ”

Hearing this, Xiao Menglinqiao's face flushed slightly, and he shook his head and said, "Zhenjun misunderstood the little girl, I stayed with the ambassador for a relatively long time, and I felt that he couldn't be the kind of coward who hid at a critical moment." ”

"Oh, I hope so. Luo Yan touched his beard meaningfully, and sighed: "Venerable did not hesitate to deign to enter the Netherworld to seek the help of the Gu Clan, let's put our minds on fighting against the Snow Envoy now." ”

Xiao Menglin originally wanted to explain for Lan Feng, but when Luo Yan said this, she stopped talking and retreated.

"Benjun has thought about it carefully, and now decides to release the water beast and let it resist for a while. Luo Yan breathed a sigh of relief as usual.

Hearing this, everyone shook their heads, and seeing that no one stepped forward to dissuade them, one of the messengers hesitated for a moment, strode out, and said respectfully with his fists folded: "The water beast is the only divine pet in the alliance, so let it go out like this, in case it ......"

"Is there any other way?" Luo Yan raised his eyebrows and asked rhetorically.

The messenger frowned, and swallowed the words that came to his lips.

"First lead the Zhenshui Beast out of the range of five miles away from the Xiuzhen Alliance, after setting up the enchantment, issue an alliance notice in the Xiuzhen Realm, let them enter the enchantment as soon as possible, and then wake up the Zhenshui Beast, this is already the best way that Benjun has thought of. ”

There was silence for a long time, and everyone couldn't think of any other way but to agree.

......

"They came anyway. ”

Qingfeng Mountain, above the bamboo forest, there is a purple shadow, this woman is Mo Li.

She looked up at the spatial crack in the sky, her eyes red.

"Warriors of the Purple Flame Sect, Mo Li will definitely avenge you, even if I pay with my life for this, I will never give up. ”

She said coldly.

On April 23, 716 of the Fallen God Calendar, the Snow Envoy destroyed Chu Yunfeng, and even the adjacent Xuande Mountain and Xianzhu Mountain were greatly affected.

Xuande Sect Master Baili Qian knew that it was impossible to defeat the red-eyed monk, so he rushed to the enchantment set up by the Xiuzhen Alliance with all the disciples in the sect.

There were more and more people gathered in the barrier, and there were many mortals among them, but they belonged to the vulnerable group, and they snuggled up to each other and hid in the most marginal corners, shivering.

And at this moment, in the westernmost sea area of Nameless Island, the whirlpool of water and fire began to tumble violently, and after a while, I saw a young man dressed in white, slowly rising out of it.

This man had a cold face, and he looked only in his early twenties, but his demeanor was weather-beaten, and when his eyes turned, he seemed to be able to see through everything.

This person is none other than Lan Feng, who has been cultivating hard in the black cave for more than five hundred years.

The time and space inside can only improve a person's cultivation, but it will not affect his cultivation.

So he doesn't look very old at this moment, in fact, his cultivation has already entered the clutch period, and his mind is already a thousand-year-old senior.

Lan Feng's cold gaze swept around, a trace of emotion appeared on his face, and he sighed, he didn't say anything.

Stayed in place for a while, waved his big sleeves, and flew quickly in the direction where Qingyang Temple was located.

......

"Where's my good son?" On a hill that had been destroyed by the red-eyed monk, sat a middle-aged man with a disheveled head, and behind him lay a vicious werewolf, and a terrible cloudy saliva flowed from his mouth.

The werewolf looked exhausted, but it didn't let its guard down, its green eyes rolling around, paying attention to everything around it.

The middle-aged man also kept his head hanging and looked unusually depressed.

"Good boy, where did you go with Master's Gu King?"

He kept saying these words in his mouth.

At this moment, a green light flashed in the werewolf's eyes, and Yoyo stood up, shook his body fiercely, and let out a low moan.

The middle-aged man's lowered head was also raised instantly, and there was a hint of excitement in his eyes.

"Haha, the emperor lives up to his wishes, the disciple finally has news, if he can't find it again, the old man may have to go to the underworld to summon spirits. ”

The middle-aged man flashed, rode on the werewolf's back, and said with a smile: "Bloodthirsty, find my good son, the old man will have a heavy reward." ”

The werewolf stuck out his tongue and licked the saliva-soaked fur around his mouth, and sped away towards the mountains looming in the distance.

......

When Lan Feng arrived at Qingyang Temple, he found that it was empty, and finally heard that all the monks had gathered in the barrier in the center of the Nameless Island, so he turned around and quickly teleported towards the Xiuzhen Alliance.

Along the way, he could always feel that something was following him, he was fast, and the unknown object behind him was also fast, he was slow, and the unknown object also slowed down, no matter what method was used, he couldn't get rid of the ghostly stalker behind him.

When he was still less than a mile away from the Xiuzhen Alliance, Lan Feng finally stopped, and he could feel that the unknown object was behind him.

"If you want to do it, why do you always quietly follow behind others, don't you feel tired?" Without looking back, Lan Feng said gloomily.

"Sure enough, it's you, let the teacher be easy to find. ”

Hearing this, Lan Feng's gloomy face was suddenly stunned, and he blinked, he slowly turned around, and the first thing he saw was the strange face of a middle-aged man.

The second one that came into his sight was the mount of a middle-aged man.

"Bloodthirsty, why are you here?" Lan Feng recognized the true identity of the werewolf at a glance, but his eyes showed not surprise, but strangeness and doubt.

The middle-aged man stripped the hair that blocked his vision from his forehead, and laughed: "Haha, the good man is really good to remember, but don't you remember who the old man is?"

Lan Feng shook his head, frowned and said, "I'm sorry, Lan Mou's eyes are not very good, I can't recognize your true identity, I hope to tell you." ”

"Alas, it's only been a long time, and I don't even know the teacher, how many masters can you have?"

The middle-aged man touched the huge black wrench on his finger and sighed softly.

"Naturally, I only have one master, but ......" Lan Feng touched his nose in embarrassment, shook his head and said: "My master is already a bad old man who is over the age of six, he has been asleep many years ago, and I don't know if he has found a ...... that suits him."

Speaking of this, Lan Feng's tone froze, he looked sideways slightly, and his heart suddenly sank.

I saw the middle-aged man holding a long black cone in his hand, smiling at him weirdly.

"Good boy, do you remember?"