Chapter 87 Wutu Zhongyuan Daoyuan Altar

I see, although I can't see clearly who the person who refines the demon method is, but it is not that Lang Yinfeng who can put up such a big battle and let so many little wolf demons serve him, who else has this qualification?

As the saying goes, the strength of the enemy is your own weakness, if this Lang Yinfeng's Dao method is refined, then is it good to have your own?

In the process of refining the Fa, it is most taboo for others to disturb it, once it is disturbed, it will have serious consequences.

Qian Xingyin laughed, slapped it on the top of his head, and the golden sword floated out of his left ear, instantly turning into a bucket of thick golden, cyan, and red sword light rushed, with a thunderous whistling sound, straight to the bright yellow brilliance!

If you kill this old wolf demon, no, even if it's seriously injured!

Qian Xingmei thought about it.

However, it turned out that Qian Xing, a rookie in the cultivation realm, underestimated the enemy's liliang and made a mistake.

The bucket-like sword light exploded like thunder, mounted on the bright yellow light curtain, and after a loud bang, the bright yellow light curtain did not disappear or blow up a big hole as Qian Xing imagined.

Instead, the bright yellow light curtain, as if it came to life, turned into a big bright yellow tongue two zhang long, which was a roll, and it firmly rolled Qian Xing's flying sword inside.

As soon as the light curtain moved, a strange bright yellow platform appeared, which looked like a yellow gold character with a sharpened peak, and on the four sides, there were clearly four thick white bones.

The bright yellow platform is wide and narrow at the bottom, and it seems to be carved and painted with countless mountains and dangerous peaks, hidden valleys and high walls, lush forests, and lifelike.

A demon appeared on the stage, straight to the front of the altar is dressed in Taoist costume, with a slender figure, a big head and a thin neck, pointed eyes and blue eyes, thick eyebrows and concave face, and a notched lips. He wore a golden hoop on his top, and his hair was like a rope, and he was draped to his shoulders.

The demon's triangular blue eyes were full of anger, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. It turned out that his practice was interrupted by Qian Xing, and the Dao was reversed, and he was already a little injured.

And Qian Xing, at this time, also heard a bad prompt, "Your flying sword was suppressed by Wutu Zhongyuan Zhenwu, the attack power of the flying sword is 260 points, Wutu Zhongyuan Zhenwu, the attack power is 900 points, and the flying sword cannot move." ”

Usually manipulating a flying sword like an arm, Qian Xing pinched the magic trick at this time, and he simply felt the pressure as heavy as a mountain.

"Ignorant junior! I, the Yuan Daoyuan Altar in the Wu Tu, is lacking a soul blood with a root bone, and the ignorant junior actually sent it to the door, so stay in this altar forever!

This blue-eyed demon, the triangular eyes are open, and the hand is a finger, it turns out that this bright yellow Wutu Zhongyuan Zhenwu turned out to be a dual-purpose offensive and defensive method, and was made by this demon, and immediately turned into a long whip with more than three zhang long and eighteen knots, just like Qian Xing drawn.

The yellow long whip had just reached the top of Qian Xing's head, and the hurricane it brought with it shattered the bluestone slabs that were half a foot thick on the ground.

Although it is made of yellow Zhennone, it weighs as much as 10,000 pounds.

This silver-character wolf demon is powerful!

Qian Xing's favorability towards Qingyimen immediately decreased by 50%.

Fortunately, there is really nothing in this Wu Tu, and it is only Qian Xing's flying sword that is trapped, not Qian Xing himself.

Qian Xing's whole body burst into cyan light flames, turning into dozens of cyan sword lights, and then rolled up to the iron descendant wolf demon standing next to him, and the green condensing sword light emitted from his hands cut six or seven wolf demons into more than a dozen sections on the spot!

Then, from inside this bloody gap, rush straight out.

Avoid the real and rush to a way out!

This Wutu Zhongyuan Zhenwu is 150 points higher than the 750 points of Han Xue Sword's attack, and Han Xue Sword, Qian Xing doesn't dare to use it at all now.

After killing a few iron-character wolf demons with yellow smiles, Qian Xing didn't even care about the trapped golden flying sword, and the whole person turned into a cyan rainbow several zhang long, and rushed towards the outside of the courtyard.

The Wutu Zhongyuan Zhen Wu whip, after punching a big pit six or seven zhang deep on the ground where Qian Xing was standing just now, he turned like a dragon and chased after Qian Xing's figure, but it suddenly rose into the air, letting go of the best opportunity for Qian Xing's back to be exposed.

Because, Fang Xiangshang, who broke through the siege of Qian Xing, is still standing in a row of junior wolf demons, and this whip goes down, this row of junior wolf demons, I'm afraid there is no one left.

"Get out of here, you waste!" There was a big gap, and Lang Yinfeng was furious, exposing Bai Sensen's canine teeth, rolling up a burst of yellow clouds, and whistling towards the direction where Qian Xing's sword light had fled.

Although it is not a pity for these iron-character wolf demons to die, if they all die in their own hands and spread out, they will inevitably be caught by the opponent in the door and let themselves eat the head of the elders in the door.

Therefore, this Lang Yinfeng only whipped the Yuanzhen in this Wutu in the middle of the earth in a moment, and Xiangshang deviated, leaving a life of these junior wolf demons.

In the White Deer City, in the huge white tower, in a room of ten zhang in size, made of blue marble, a large mirror composed of starlight appeared, showing that from this courtyard, a cyan light rainbow first rushed out, and then a yellow demon cloud, also like lightning, chasing the cyan sword light, swept over the roof of the White Deer West City, and rushed straight to the west gate.

"It's Lang Yinfeng, that old demon, do you want to send out to intercept it?"

A hardcover man with a delicate complexion like a woman, but with a pair of red eyebrows, leaned over to ask for instructions.

And the person with a handsome face, but his eyes were fierce and indifferent, was the inspection of the admiral of the torture gate in silver

Ma Huang.

In Ma Huang's eyes, the murderous intent disappeared in a flash! But he instructed the patrol member: "Inform the personnel of Ximen, let the two of them out, don't stop it!"

Hehe, Lang Yinfeng, Lang Yinfeng, relying on the mountain thunder he practiced, let himself be deflated a few times, this time, you chased out of the city, I'm afraid it is not so easy to get out.

After many years of inspection, Ma Huang's sense of smell is already very sensitive, so he doesn't believe that anyone is stupid enough to find the heads of this group of demon wolves several times to make trouble.

Qian Xing didn't have a flying sword, and only relied on the sword light he had practiced, and his speed was a lot slower, and he saw that the yellow demon cloud rushed up like thunder.

The rank of this Lang Yinfeng is not low, the low-level demon clan is unable to control the clouds, and the demon clan who can control the clouds, the Taoist cultivation, has reached a realm that is not weak!