"Master, it's not good, the Water and Fire Palace, the Ethereal Immortal Realm disciples participated in the battle, resulting in heavy casualties among my Mingwang Mountain disciples!Not only that, Chen Xi Fairy, and even the Mahayana Realm Ancestor of the Water and Fire Palace, also took action!"

"What, Fairy Chenxi is also a master of the Mahayana realm! In this way, my Mingwang Mountain is in danger!"

"No, Master, we still have a way, please ask the Ancestor to help!" said the Great Elder.

"So far, that's the only way to go!" Stygian was deeply helpless, he didn't expect that the development of things would be like this, gritted his teeth, a pair of tiger eyes instantly stared out, and the murderous light instantly burst out, sweeping on everyone's bodies, and then took a deep breath.

As soon as he reached out in his hand, an arc-shaped staff poked out, and at the same time, a cold cold air appeared from the staff, and then the staff disappeared directly.

No one expected the action of the Underlord.

At this time, Fan Xiaodong also noticed Xue Lingyun and Yang Jingxue, although he was horrified, he did not look for them directly, but continued to participate in the battle.

"Hmph, Xiao Xiaojuni, you dare to make a move on my juniors, it's like death!" At this moment, the sky darkened, and the sky was blocked in the air, and the huge coercion came directly from a distance.

"How is it possible? Why is the coercion so powerful, I feel that the monks of the Mahayana realm, under its coercion, exist like dogs?" Fan Xiaodong's face was pale, his brows were furrowed, and he said to himself.

"Bang Bang Bang !!"

And at this moment, the bodies of several monks of the Guilty Formation Sect beside Fan Xiaodong exploded automatically!

"What's going on?" Fan Xiaodong's heart moved, and outside his body, the aura quickly blessed his body, and at the same time, Fan Xiaodong went into the distance.

"All those who came today, let's stay!" At this moment, the mysterious voice sounded again, and then a giant palm fell from the sky, as if it wanted to hold everyone in the palm of the hand.

At this time, everyone who did not include the monks of Mingwang Mountain was looking into the air in horror.

"Senior, if you have something to discuss, let's ......!" a casual cultivator, before he finished speaking, he directly turned into a blood mist.

"Restless!" the cold voice came again.

"Hmph, Mianhuatang, you have such a big breath!" At this moment, with a coquettish shout, a shadow fell in the air, and a snow-white handkerchief flew out, which directly scattered the big hand in the air.

"Hey, Snow Fairy, you're not dead!" said the owner of the voice in horror.

"You're not dead, how could I die, but this time you're in a catastrophe!" the snow fairy said coldly, and then flew up directly like a butterfly, heading in the direction of the sound.

"Kill me, do you have what it takes?" Mianhuatang in the distance revealed a voice of deep disdain.

"And what about me?" another majestic voice sounded.

"What, it's you, don't you run away!" Mian Huatang was startled, and then the voice disappeared.

The sound of the Snow Fairy and Mianhuatang and later was gone.

At this time, another young monk appeared and directly participated in the battle, but no one expected this scene.

It's just that the old ghost looked stunned for a moment, and then showed a relaxed expression.

The sudden departure of the Ancestor, this Stygian Tyrant panicked.

He didn't know what was going on, but he knew that this time Mingwang Mountain was probably going to be miserable.

"Why is she?" Fan Xiaodong raised his eyebrows, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, the woman who appeared just now was the mysterious woman in the strange sarcophagus in the Nether Teleportation Array.

Fan Xiaodong has a deep understanding of the strength of women.

Swinging these thoughts away, Fan Xiaodong continued to join the battle.

With the appearance of Mianhuatang, it was only a few seconds to leave, but with the departure of Mianhuatang, the battle of Mingwang Mountain has gradually been lost.

And the low-level monks below also began to make a big mess.

Soon, with the serious injury of the underworld and the escape, Mingwang Mountain was completely defeated, except for the two monks of the Mahayana realm who were seriously injured and fled, the monks above the gods were all killed in battle.

And just as the battle was coming to an end.

Two people appeared from the sky, one was a mysterious man who had appeared in the Far North, and the other was a ruthless monk dressed in white.

"Okay, the war should be over, and now that the catastrophe is over, you should also consider how to deal with the catastrophe!" The monk in white clothes, as soon as the words fell, his palm moved out of thin air, and those monks of Mingwang Mountain were all beaten to the four directions by it, and they twitched a few times one by one, and they died.

"Old Ghost Meng, do you remember me?" and at this time, the white-clothed monk turned his head and smiled at the old ghost and said.

"You, you, are you that mysterious master? Thank you for saving your life!" Meng Lao Ghost was stunned for a moment, and soon said in surprise.

"Okay, the war is over, we should also discuss it well, the next thing to do!" As soon as the white-clothed monk finished speaking, he turned around and nodded his head at this Fan Xiaodong, and he entered the Mingwang Mountain, and with his entry, the Mingwang Mountain Protector Sect Array was automatically shattered.

The strength of the whitefriar can be imagined.

Fan Xiaodong was a little puzzled, he didn't know what this person's intentions were?

But he also followed this person and entered the Mingwang Mountain, and Xue Lingyun and Yang Jingxue also quickly followed Fan Xiaodong's side.

But Fan Xiaodong didn't talk to them at this time, because there were important things to do at this time, and Fan Xiaodong always felt that the white-clothed monk had something to do with him.

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"Little guy, is your strength improving quite fast?" As soon as Fan Xiaodong entered the council hall, the white-clothed monk said to this Fan Xiaodong.

Fan Xiaodong looked left and right, and found that what he said was indeed himself, and said with some confusion: "Senior, are you?"

"I am the first spirit beast to sit down with your master, the White Tiger, right?" said the white-clothed monk arrogantly.

"Master sit down, the first spirit beast, the white tiger!" Fan Xiaodong said in surprise.

"Yes, I know you have a lot of questions, don't worry, I will answer them one by one!" As soon as the white-clothed monk finished speaking, he let the others leave, leaving only Fan Xiaodong and Bai Hu, as well as the young monk beside Bai Hu.