Nangong Baoyue looked back, frowned, but didn't say anything, a palm was pushed out, the palm roared, and the chest of the golden-robed man in front of him, the golden-robed man opened his mouth and spurted blood, and his body immediately exploded, but the rest of the golden-robed people had already moved to Nangong Baoyue's surroundings, waving their hands, forming a strange formation.

This formation is Wang Feifei's own creation, when he was certified to the fairy road, he created this formation with his understanding, this formation has no name, just because Wang Feifei is too narcissistic, and feels that there is no word in the world, but it is worthy of this formation, so there is no name, far better than famous.

It's just that those golden-robed people started the formation, and Wei Chong was killed on the side, Wei Chong's whole body flashed with golden light, and the netherworld broom in his hand was even more merciless, sweeping towards the golden-robed people.

"I ......" Nangong Baoyue scolded in a low voice, but what she scolded, only she knew it, hurriedly rose into the air, her body pulled up dozens of zhang out of thin air, and narrowly avoided those Wumang, but there were a few golden-robed people, who couldn't dodge, and were swept by Wumang, and when she landed, her body shattered and fell into several pieces.

Wei Chong's face was expressionless, but his heart trembled, he couldn't understand what was wrong with him, killing people at will, this kind of thing was definitely not something he could do, but the facts were in front of him, those golden-robed people were killed by him.

However, before he could think about it, several golden-robed people had already attacked him, and those gold-robed people, holding broad knives, were cold, and they waved a knife, which was quite terrifying.

Wei Chong had the heart to try, and he didn't dodge, the netherworld broom swept, colliding with those golden knives, and the banging sound came and went, but those golden-robed people cooperated with each other very tacitly, and after a few moves, the knives slashed indiscriminately, forcing Wei Chong to retreat again and again.

Of the dozens of gold-robed people, only five attacked Wei Chong, and the rest were all attacking Nangong Baoyue, but at this moment, those golden-robed people. All of them were in the forest, Nangong Baoyue looked at Wei Chong helplessly, and it was not until today that she showed her true strength. The strength of the immortals undoubtedly made it difficult for Wei Chong to match.

"Let's go find Zimu!" Nangong Baoyue said helplessly, this time she came to the Blood Lotus Sect, she dealt with Wang Feifei, and Wei Chong used the ghost moon to find Zimu. The division of labor is clear, but Wei Chong wants to mess up.

Wei Chong only felt that his face was gloomy, and his self-confidence was greatly hit, and with a wave of the Netherworld Broom, he forced the golden-robed man to retreat, turned around and floated towards Ziyang Peak.

Those golden-robed people were about to pursue, but they saw Nangong Baoyue slamming out, and their figures were like dots, floating by in a flash, those golden-robed people. There are already five more blood marks on his neck, and he can't die anymore.

"Wang Feifei!" Nangong hugged the moon and snorted coldly, floated straight to the top of Ziyang Peak, and fell in front of Wang Feifei, she didn't say a word, and directly punched Wang Feifei.

This punch is mediocre, weak and weak, like a child's frolicking punch.

But it's just this ordinary punch. But Wang Feifei's expression was solemn, and he didn't dare to be careless at all, after all, it was Nangong Baoyue who was standing opposite him, even if he had fallen into an immortal. But his cultivation is not reduced, but it is further advanced because of the demon.

Back then, Nangong Baoyue stepped into the immortal one step earlier than him, and it was only because of this step that he occupied Nangong Baoyue's plan. Completely failed, but he knew that Nangong Baoyue would come back sooner or later, so over the years, he has also changed, although he is still lustful, he is not so persistent in color, and puts more energy on cultivation.

Hundreds of years have passed in a hurry, and now his cultivation has been a hundred feet ahead, and he has reached the peak of the realm of immortals, it can be said that one foot has stepped into the golden immortal, which can be regarded as half a golden immortal, the longevity has doubled, and the strength has doubled, as long as he is willing, he can take that step at any time and become a golden immortal.

But he didn't take that step in the end, just because his beloved son Wang Fatpang, Wang Fatpang's spiritual root was weak, and the cultivation path was extremely difficult, and he heard that the land of the Seven Kingdoms was full of spiritual energy, and he practiced there to get twice the result with half the effort, so he secretly sent Wang Fatpang to, who knew that Wang Fatpang not only didn't have to practice, but fell into the power struggle of the Seven Kingdoms, and finally ended up in a good end, which really made Wang Fatten.

Fortunately, everything was in time, Wang Feifei took Wang Pangpang back, and planned to make a last fight, no matter whether he succeeded, he would take a step to become an immortal, and there would be no regrets.

Until he discovered Qin Agarwood, he immediately had a new plan, that is, to let Wang Fatpang marry Qin Agarwood as his wife, with Qin Agarwood's bloodline, then his Wang family will give birth to a great child, even if Wang Fatpang's cultivation is not high, it doesn't matter.

Thinking about it, the troubles in front of him have to be solved by him personally, he looked at Nangong Baoyue, in his calm eyes, there was a sudden flame flashing, for some reason, as long as he saw Nangong Baoyue, his body would ignite with endless desire, and he was not controlled by him at all, it was like this before, but he didn't expect it to be like this now.

"You still make me ...... the same" Wang Feifei said with a smile, saliva flowed out as soon as he spoke, and his fat face was obscene and disgusting.

"Shut up!" Nangong Baoyue felt disgusting, when she saw Wang Fat, when she saw Wang Fat, she felt disgusted, but fortunately, this disgusting thing will pass with today's events.

That punch was smashed out, and suddenly there were all kinds of changes, but when I saw the shadow of the fist, the fist was like thunder, with a strange power fluctuation, sweeping Wang Feifei.

But Wang Feifei is obviously not a vegetarian, he is an immortal, one foot has stepped into the realm of golden immortals, although he was surprised by the weirdness and horror of Nangong Baoyue's punch, he still raised his right hand, a light curtain rose, Nangong Baoyue's fist smashed on the light curtain, only thunder.

Nangong Baoyue suddenly retracted his fists and said with a light smile: "It seems that over the years, you have specialized in the art of saving life!"

In the face of sarcasm, Wang Feifei didn't blush, but said: "It's definitely better to be alive than to die, if you die, won't you be able to double cultivate with you?"

After many years, Wang Feifei is still like this, Nangong hugged the moon and sneered, took out the jade flute, and blew it gently, the flute sound was poignant, like crying and complaining, causing people to feel pity.

Wang Feifei raised his head and listened, the sound of the flute reminded the past, a lot of sad past, and in an instant, there were tears falling from the corners of his eyes, and he was suddenly frightened, and hurriedly used his skills to calm down.

"Hug Yue, I haven't seen you for many years, how can you have this ability?" Wang Feifei was secretly frightened, but his eyes were locked on the dark jade flute, and he said: "This is the dark jade flute, it is worthy of being one of the ghost weapons of the nine directions, in your hands, it is more powerful, powerful, powerful!"

Nangong Baoyue didn't speak, and suddenly the flute turned, no longer tactful and pleasant, and there was a hidden sound of Jin Ge Iron Horse, as if countless people were fighting in the field.

Wang Feifei's face changed sharply, and he saw countless soldiers rushing in front of him, those soldiers were all holding guns, his steps were calm, and he looked like a well-trained master, and hurriedly waved his hand, mana gushed out, and the soldiers fell a large piece when they landed, but a large piece fell, and there were more soldiers, and then rushed over, and even rode war horses, more and more, like a landslide and the ground cracked, forcing Wang Feifei to only wave his hand to resist, even if this was an illusion, he couldn't help but want to shoot, because it was too realistic. (To be continued.) )