"Quack, you're too slow!" the obscene voice sounded again, and just as the big hand of the King of Youyan almost touched Sikong Lan's soul body, the soul body disappeared out of thin air.

"Who? Who are you?! Get out of here!"

The king of Youyan roared with a cracked mouth, causing the two foundation building maids in the main hall to fall to the ground in fright.

"Alas, little white face, if the master comes out, your little life will be gone. If you know each other, go back to Nanyou from here immediately, and the master can not destroy you, after all, your cultivation is too low, and the master is not martial!"

"Roar~!

White smoke curled up, and under the cover of white smoke, the King of Youyan transformed, and a snow-white three-zhang skeleton stood in the hall. One of his claws was more than three feet long, like ten scimitars stuck diagonally into his arms. In the chest cavity of the skeleton, the yin qi was rising, and there was a faint poignant, childlike ghost horn sound. Around their necks, eight heads shook in all directions, glancing angrily at everything around them.

"Haha! Black Wind Ghost King, how good is this little white face if it is a female ghost, the master can catch it for you as a concubine, it's a pity, it's a pity! Hehe, or I'll catch him for you, and you'll be reluctant to wash it?!"

"Master, you can do well, spare the black wind! This middle-level ghost king is not a good bird, it is definitely more evil than the black wind, if you can't do it, just catch him, and the old slave will kill him!"

Just when Tianjiu and the black wind were arrogant, the white bone of the King of Youyan suddenly grasped it and waved it at the hollow. Thousands of white blades of light shot out, shattering pieces of space, revealing countless spatial black holes like black goose feathers.

Thundered~!

Less than three breaths. Jiuhua Palace collapsed suddenly. A magnificent palace was reduced to ruins in an instant. The two Zhuji maids still didn't understand the situation. Cut to pieces by the light knife of the claws, he was drowned in the ruins.

"Alas, since you insist on seeking death, the master will fulfill you today!"

The breezy words came from behind the King of Youyan, startling him all over. He turned around and saw a blue-robed, inch-haired, and strange mask standing behind him. The guy was still leaning against a piece of rubble with his hands behind his back, looking at him playfully.

"Who the hell are you?" roared the Ghost King.

"It doesn't hurt to tell you, Xiao Ye is the Taoist companion of the beautiful woman you caught. ”

"Daoist, although this king still can't see through your cultivation, but your power is definitely good, why did you make your Daoist become a lonely ghost?"

"Alas, the master's enemy is the green dragon Xuantian, it was Xuantian who killed Lan'er, and when the master learned that she had fallen, it was already too late. Tianjiu lamented.

"Xuantian Sea Lord, hehehe, you have such a big breath! Xuantian is the top existence in Kyushu. If you're his enemy, why aren't you dead?"

"It's simple. Because Qinglong Xuantian is dead. It was killed by the master, it was very cruel, almost eaten alive, he wailed for most of the day, zuihou is essence and blood are gone, the sea is sucked dry, the flesh and bones are exhausted, and the soul is scattered. This is what he deserves to kill the little master. ”

"You're ......!" the King of Youyan shuddered all over, and a trace of coercion that burst out from the other party's body had already made him tremble.

"Hmph! The master has already given you a chance, but it's a pity that you don't cherish it, and you insist on tearing your face, and its fate is estimated to be similar to that dead dragon, are you self-judged, or do you want me to do it?"

"Great monk, you are a great monk!! "King Yu Yan exclaimed.

"Hehe, are you afraid, are you afraid, just kneel and surrender!"

The face of the King of Youyan changed rapidly, and it lasted for more than ten breaths, he didn't believe that this person could kill the Qinglong Xuantian at all, it must be him who was playing tricks, otherwise it would be impossible to let his Daoist companion become a lonely soul and a wild ghost.

"Die!"

Communicating this point, the King of Youyan gritted his teeth fiercely, and his claws poked out sharply, heading straight for the Heavenly Nine Faces Gate.

"Alas, it's too slow!"

Tianjiu shook his head and sighed, his left hand shook, and suddenly poked out a golden tyrannosaurus claw, the tyrannosaurus claw flickered, and the latter came first, and the white bone claw of the King of Youyan was torn apart by the tyrannosaurus claw before it was torn apart by the tyrannosaurus claw, turning into white dust in the sky.

"Youyan Shenhuo~!"

The king roared in fear, ignoring the broken hands and claws, and on the eight heads, the big mouth cracked sharply, and each big mouth spit out a ball of flames, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, black, and actually had all eight colors.

The eight-colored flames trembled slightly, and suddenly transformed into eight glare blades, which shot out like an overwhelming blast.

"Huh, yes, I like it!"

As soon as the word "receive" came out, Tianjiu had an extra dark gold bowl in his hand, and then, a dark gold robe was draped down, when the head was covered on the body, thousands of Buddhas appeared on the robes, and the Buddha's mouth shot out the Buddha words the size of beans. These Buddha characters were all submerged in the dark gold bowl, and the dark gold bowl trembled slightly, expanding to the size of a zhangxu, and suddenly covered the eight-colored sharp blade that shot in front of it.

A puff of smoke rose up, and the eight-colored blade did not make any sound, and disappeared into the bowl without a trace, as if it had fallen into a bottomless black abyss.

"Buddha treasure, why do you still have Buddha treasure?"

The king of Youyan puffed, fell to the ground, and his waist became weak, turning into a mess of mud like a falling apart.

If the other party is just a great monk, he will definitely be able to escape even if he can't beat the ghost king with his ghost king's secret technique. But in front of the two Buddha treasures, not to mention that he is only a middle-level ghost king, he is a high-level ghost king, and the chance of escape is extremely slim.

"Won't you? Ye hasn't had enough fun, you're scared down?!Is your little white face too shrugged?!Oh, I knew it was like this, Ye still played a fart with you, just pinch it to death!"

Tianjiu's teeth chattered non-stop, looking at the white bones lying on the ground, as disgusting as eating flies.

In the middle of the sound, in front of Tianjiu's forehead, a black figure spun out, revealing a ghost king with seven big and one small and eight heads.

"Hei Feng, it's better for you to clean him up, Ye is really speechless, this ghost king is not as good as Rakshasa. Remember, don't kill all at once, interrogate and interrogate by the way. Why did this Dongcang City become a ghost town? ”

Tianjiu shook his head and said. A little blue light flew out. Directly submerged into the white bones of the King of the Shadows. At the same time, the King of Youyan also let out a heart-rending howl.

After doing this, he stealthily burrowed into the ruins of Jiuhua Palace.

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Sikong Lan stood on a strange orange ground, this ground, a radius of only dozens of miles, every few miles on the ground, there was a green branch, count it carefully. No less than fifty. On each branch, there is a solitary goose yellow leaf. Not far away, a small tree three feet tall came into view. The small tree had a long bald trunk, and the trunk was full of freshly cut knife edges, and on the knife edges, there were traces of milky white juice overflowing. Only at the top of the tree, there are three branches sticking out, the branches are verdant, and the green leaves of the branches rustle and sound.

Under the small tree, there sat an extremely gorgeous female cultivator. His figure is proud, and his beautiful eyes are affectionate. The body also exudes a very majestic coercion.

Sikong Lan was shocked, thought about it repeatedly for a long time, and still moved to the small tree. At this moment, the gorgeous female cultivator Huo Ran opened her beautiful eyes, and the moment she saw Sikong Lan, she screamed in surprise.

"Madame, you're here!"

"Madame, why do you call me Madame?" Sikong Lauder frowned slightly, and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"No, no, no, don't call the slave and maid seniors, the slave and maid know that they have offended a lot before. It's all the slave's fault, and the lady asks for your noble hand. The gorgeous female cultivator said in a trembling voice, and after finishing speaking, she secretly glanced at Sikong Lan.

"The more you talk about me, the more confused I become, this fairy, where the hell is this, why am I here?" asked Sikong Lan in confusion.

"Madam, slave Blue Phoenix, I know that you are Sikong Lan, the master's Taoist companion. Where is this, the slave maid doesn't know, according to the slave maid's speculation, this should be the master's domain space. ”

"Who is your master? It's all formed into a domain space, is it the power of the gods?" Sikong Lan was surprised, and a trace of panic appeared in his eyes.

"This ...... You really don't know, the master is your Taoist companion, the Heavenly Nine Heavens Great Cultivator?"

"Tianjiu?!"

In Sikong Lan's mind, it was like a thunderbolt from the blue, she never forgot this unforgettable name, and she was very sure that she was looking for him before she died. Why she was looking for him, and what she was looking for, she had forgotten everything.

"Quack~!"

A few frog chirps woke Sikong Lan's contemplation, and she looked up to see that among the leaves at the top of the small tree, a green frog beast was lying on its stomach, and when it saw her coming, it showed a smiling anthropomorphic look, tilted its little head, and stared at her motionless with blood-red eyes.

"Madame, the master called it the four-eyed pheasant, and said that he was his brother. This frog beast was very sharp, and the slaves and maids didn't dare to look at it squarely, and the Black Wind Ghost King before was even more afraid to death. From the way it looks at you with such soft eyes, the slave is sure that you are Madame. If it were someone else, it would have opened its mouth to swallow it. It's just that Mrs. died of the explosion, and her soul must have been seriously injured, which caused Mrs. to remember nothing clearly. Blue Phoenix said very well-behaved, with a charming smile on his face all the time.

At this moment, a sigh came: "Alas, Blue Phoenix, you are right, Lan'er is a soul that has been greatly damaged, and she has a broken soul and a soul to end up like this." ”

Before the sigh fell, a figure slowly emerged in the hollow.

"Tianjiu!"

Sikong Lan covered her mouth and exhaled, and a warm current floated from her heart.

"Lan'er, thanks to you still remembering me, otherwise, I wouldn't know how to face you. Tianjiu said, stepped out, and stood in front of Sikong Lan, he stretched out his hand, intending to pull her arm, but it passed through the air. One void, one soul, two voids can't be held together at all.

Sikong Lan silently looked at this man who seemed to be familiar, but it was vague, and the only man who still existed in her memory, her soul and body couldn't help but tremble. The unspeakable sorrow and grievances in her heart, but there were no tears in her eyes, and in her mind, the word 'Tianjiu' and a gray dagger were all she had.

"Where's my 'Sky Dagger'?" she muttered to herself, as if asking Tianjiu.

"Lan'er, the dagger is here, look!" Tianjiu waved his hand, and a gray dagger suddenly appeared in the sky above the Qiankun Ring, it was the Clear Sky Dagger, and he gently pointed the dagger in front of Sikong Lan. (To be continued......)