Mo Wei saw Zhang Junbao go away in an instant, only to feel that the catastrophe was coming, worried, knowing that his life was difficult to protect, and said with tears: "How can we be good when he leaves?

Gui Yanran shook his head, condensed his body, his whole body was covered with dark light, and walked towards the depths of the attic, Mo Wei felt deep despair, and shouted: "Are you stupid? I told you, Su Zhihuan is dead at the moment, and it is useless for you to go." ”

Gui Yanran said: "I didn't see her, so I didn't believe that she died." He took a big stride, pushed the door and walked into the hall, only to see a large hole in the ground, dark and far-reaching, I don't know its depth, and there was a ghostly wind whistling, surging up, cold to the bone, and extremely dangerous.

Mo was helpless, and quickly followed, only to see that the fly was already standing at the mouth of the hole in the ground, this person moved quickly, and they didn't know when he came here.

The fly said, "What's in this cave?"

Mo Wei said: "The rhizome of the Mother of Spirit Flowers stretches for hundreds of miles, and this is where she sucks human life, but it is just one of her branches. King Jinghai must be down at this time, and Jueyuan is also by his side. When he thought of Jueyuan, he just wanted to run around with his head in his arms, and he never dared to be his enemy.

The fly said again: "You are alive at the moment, do you know that King Jinghai has not yet become the son of Linghua?"

Mo Wei saw that this person seemed to know everything and couldn't hide it, so he could only reply: "When I accepted the favor back then, I didn't say anything about it, but I also passed a stick of incense. If we are lucky enough to be able to hide Jueyuan" Speaking of this, I knew that there was little hope, and I couldn't help shedding tears.

The fly said: "Gui Yanran, don't worry, let's go down, the two of you follow me closely, meet Jueyuan, try to save your life first, if my estimate is good, after a thousand moves, he will not be able to take care of you." At that time, one of you will go to save Su Zhihuan, and the other will go to kill King Jinghai. ”

Gui Yanran snorted and said, "Thank you so much senior." Mo Wei said anxiously: "What nonsense are you talking about? Do you know that Jue is as strong as an immortal Buddha, and it is absolutely invincible to ordinary people." And this cave is 300 zhang deep, unless Brother Zhang helps, we will fall into it and be crushed. ”

The fly's palm flicked in the void, and Mo Wei and Gui Yanran couldn't help but fly down. Supported by the flies with the power of his palm, he fell straight into the abyss, Mo Wei only felt that the darkness around him was boundless, and the gale was raging, as if someone was wailing, or there were ghosts hooking the soul, and he seemed to go straight to the underworld, fluttering, muddy. In spite of oneself.

Gui Yanran was amazed in her heart, and thought: "In addition to the eldest brother and Jueyuan, there are still people in the world who are so strong in martial arts? That's really sitting in a well, and it's extremely short-sighted. ”

I don't know how long it took, the fly cut horizontally with his palm, and used a trick of the elephant trunk snake. The palm force produced stickiness, and it forcibly stopped the falling momentum and froze in the air for a moment. Withdrawing the palm power, the three of them landed smoothly. After Mo Wei stepped on the ground, he was overjoyed and hurriedly said: "The seniors' martial arts are amazing, the younger generations are shallow, and the words are rude and arrogant, and I ask the seniors to forgive their sins." ”

The flies didn't answer, their fingers trembled slightly, and six red swords broke through the air, and the light was blazing, illuminating the surrounding caves, only to see a passage meandering forward, up and down, left and right, all of which were vines, and the vines opened up a membrane, and people were wrapped inside. Gui Yanran was shocked in his heart, the long sword stabbed out, cut through the membrane, and with a bang, blood gushed out, seeing that the person inside was like a withered corpse, similar to the appearance of Mo Yan's previous dry corpse, thinking that it was all blood shed and became the ration of the Mother of Spirit Flowers.

Gui Yanran panicked and asked, "Don't worry, is Miss Huanhuan here?"

Mo Wei shook his head and said, "The people here are all dead, and they have been carried here by rattans." And Miss Su has a special identity, and she is still deep in the cave, just like me was back then. ”

The flies bowed slightly, opening the way all the way in front, the three of them were anxious, their steps were fast, and they walked out of the passage in a short time, only to see a large cave, covered with stalagmites up and down, lead trees and iron flowers blooming left and right, a pool of bottomless deep water in front of them, and a gloomy altar spread out in the distance.

In the altar, I saw an old man in a fancy costume pierced by vines all over his body, hanging in the air, like a mosquito and fly caught by a spider, and below the old man, a young girl was wrapped in a rattan film, looking very holy and solemn, but also extremely miserable and terrifying.

Mo Wei saw that Jue was far away, overjoyed, held his breath, rushed forward, like a horse, like a falcon, suddenly, only to feel that someone was pulling, dragged backwards, the ears roared, smoke and dust, and a six-foot-wide palm print appeared on the ground, five inches deep. He was terrified and thought, "If you get it, you will be crushed into pulp immediately, and you will have to re-enter the cycle of reincarnation." ”

The fly hugged Mo Wei and threw it to Gui Yanran, then turned around and took out his palm, and an invisible sword qi slashed out, splitting mountains and seas, with infinite power, just blocking Jueyuan's palm power. The internal force shook, and the two of them did not move. Jueyuan suddenly appeared, and quickly shot out of his palm, the palm power was amazing, and the flies' palms were loosened together, using the magic sound qi wall kung fu, and the palm power spread away like a heavenly gate, blocking all the palm power of Jueyuan.

Only in the blink of an eye, the two of them were silent, their palms were made of swords, their fists were like hammers, this sword made maggots and flies slaughter the sea of corpses, and that one waved the Ten Thousand Buddha Thunder Sound Mercy Palm, the sword qi was as misty as the sky and water, and the palm wind was indifferent like a dark fire, not retreating, swearing to the death, relying on the reborn body of the demon fairy, and the hostile true Buddha was not bad.

In this death match, when Jueyuan and Zhang Junbao faced off, the battle situation was so tragic that the distance between them could not be calculated. Mo Wei hugged his head and couldn't help screaming, it was really difficult to move an inch, and he didn't dare to move. Gui Yanran reluctantly raised his head, trying his best to pass through the two-person fighting formation and rescue his confidante, but his cultivation was profound, his vision was keen, he saw the situation, and he knew in his heart: if he walked around rashly, if he was a little careless, as long as he was hit by the force of his palm, the sword qi would be touched, and he would be seriously injured. And if that senior takes care of himself, he is in danger of rout.

At this moment, the fly took all the palm power of Jueyuan, and fought purely with internal force, the wind in the cave stopped, and he shouted: "Take advantage of the past!"

Gui Yanran had already seen the flaw, grabbed Mo Worry, and ran out wildly, Mo Worry woke up like a dream, and immediately got up and ran quickly. Jueyuan snorted, and his palm power surged, forcing the flies back an inch, and the red snake's cave shone into the sky, revealing two white swords, turning into two white lights, and suddenly disappeared.

Gui Yanran hurriedly learned Zhang Junbao's appearance, the palm force circled, and the force was dissipated, which was the magic move of the True Martial Arts Heavenly Palm, which happened to block one of the swords, but it only hindered the instant, and immediately stabbed over. At this moment, another red sword suddenly flashed. Holding the white sword, just blocking it, Gui Yanran rushed forward, flashed the flies and Jueyuan, jumped high, took out the long sword, cut the membrane on Su Zhihuan's body, and fell down with her.

Don't worry about looking forward to it, look over there, and see Gui Yanran stretching out his hand to probe Su Zhihuan's snort. The expression on his face changed from joy to sorrow, from sorrow to sadness, from sorrow to tears, hugging the girl in his arms, tears rolling down.

Mo Wei's heart sank, knowing that Su Zhihuan had already died, and the only hope at the moment was to take advantage of this opportunity to kill King Jinghai. Keep yourself immortal. He hurried forward with his hands and feet, and then heard a crisp sound above his head, and looked up. It's even more chilling. But when he saw a white sword, facing ten red swords, he had the upper hand and collided a few times. Then he cut off the red sword. But the red sword is endless, seemingly endless, one after the other. Block the white sword's way.

Mo Yu shouted, rushed out with all his strength, and turned the blood in his body into a red long sword, which was like a flying arrow, stabbing at the throat of King Jinghai. But at this moment, only to hear King Jinghai laugh, the rattan broke, and put him on the ground. Mo Wu didn't care about it, stabbed out the long sword, and saw that he was about to succeed, when suddenly a huge force came from behind him, his body shook violently, his bones were broken, he screamed in pain, and fell to the ground.

He saw King Jinghai slowly standing up straight, knowing that the general trend had gone, and all thoughts were lost, and there was no longer the slightest bit of heart, and he felt that the true qi in his body was gushing out and rapidly subsiding.

He turned his head on one side and saw Jueyuan barely kneeling and flies lying on the ground, obviously separating the winner from the loser. And Jue Yuan saw Gui Yanran holding Su Zhihuan, the fierce light in his eyes was revealed, and he actually gave birth to a trace of jealousy, slowly got up, raised his palm, and aimed at Gui Yanran from afar, and was about to shoot it. Mo Wei screamed, mustered up his remaining strength, rushed over and stopped in front of Gui Yanran, blocking this soul-chasing blow for him, and heard the sound of his body clattering, as if broken bones collided with each other, and immediately bled from the seven orifices, collapsed to the ground, his breath was dying, and he closed his eyes to die.

Gui Yanran came back to his senses, saw that Mo Yan gave up his life to save him, and didn't care about the dead girl in his arms, rushed forward, hugged Mo Wei, turned over and hid aside, and was in a panic, but fortunately Jueyuan did not catch up. The old monk looked at Su Zhihuan's corpse, his expression was relieved, and his joy overflowed on his face, as if he was looking at his own beloved daughter.

Gui Yanran shouted: "Brother Mo You, why are you?"

Mo was worried, and said intermittently: "I'm about to die, I did bad things in this life, and before I died, I finally saved someone, and this life is not in vain." ”

Gui Yanran was sad in her heart, and tried her best to urge the internal breath to heal Mo Worry, but it was useless, and Mo Worry's body gradually dried up, just like before.

At this moment, I saw the figure of the fly flashing, turning his palm into a sword, and slashing down at Su Zhihuan's corpse, an invisible sword aura swept over, Jueyuan was shocked, with his martial arts cultivation and experience in facing the enemy, how could he not know that the fly was the way to save Zhao from Wei Wei? If in normal times, the fly resorted to such a trick, it was tantamount to asking for his own death, as long as Jueyuan attacked the fly, he could hit the enemy the spot. However, at this moment, for Jueyuan, no matter how important the corpse is in the world, even if there is a slight mistake, it is beyond the reach of regret.

Jueyuan didn't dare to slack off, and used Ah Ao's finger strength, like a lotus blooming, blocking in front of Su Zhihuan's body, revealing a great flaw in himself, the fly was overjoyed when he saw this, and immediately turned over, his palms were like knives, and he cut out crosswise, and immediately broke the true qi of Jueyuan's body, and deeply slashed into Jueyuan's chest, and the monk's robe was shattered, and the blood flowed like an infusion.

It was also the fly that fought with Jueyuan before, and he was afraid that Jueyuan would use the tiger and crane double shape, so he was eager to divide the winner and loser, and he fought with Jueyuan with all his might, and Jueyuan also competed against each other without giving in. The two of them used all their skills, fighting with close quarters, they were seriously injured, the situation was miserable, and the internal force was lost very quickly, at this time they all reached the point of running out of oil and drying up.

The fly was exhausted in an instant, but he took a deep breath and instantly cheered up, only to see Jueyuan exposing his upper body, thin and refined, his muscles were like iron, and a terrible wound on his chest was left by the goshawk, and in the middle of his chest, there was a red and swollen sac of flesh, which looked like a bud.

The fly suddenly saw it in its chest, laughed, grabbed it in the air, went deep into Jueyuan's flesh, tore off the bud fiercely, threw it into the air, and chopped it into powder. Jueyuan's tiger body shook violently, stiffened for a moment, and then slowly sat down. (To be continued......)