Sha Song in the distance looked stupid, "My God, what's wrong with the master today, smiled, actually laughed." Sha Song has been following the master for so long, and when he saw the master smiling, he could count it with his fingers. It's amazing that the master can smile when he looks at the crystal ball today.

The old man kept fixing the crystal ball on the Pink Armor Saintess and threw the White Armor Saintess into the cliff. The old man immediately moved the crystal ball into the mountain stream.

With a bang, the crystal ball seemed to sink into a black water, and nothing could be seen. "Yaofu"?

The old man took a deep breath and put a finger in front of his nose, as if he smelled the pungent smell of medicine and the bloody rancid stench. I couldn't help but shudder. A layer of cold cream spreads over the face. His face was expressionless, but two cold lights shot out of his eyes, full of disgust. It's as if you see the dark shadow of blue-faced shackles hidden behind the shadows.

The old man moved the crystal ball again, and sure enough, a black shadow stood in the sunlight, the skin on the old man's face shrank, and his lips moved, and he didn't know what he was talking about.

Sha Song has been looking at the master, and when he saw the master's change from joy to yin, he was so frightened that his face was dyed with color, red, white, and blue.

The old man closed the crystal ball a little thoughtfully and dodged in front of Yongxin.

said coldly: "Lord Yongmen, I don't know what the relationship between those two holy women is with you."

"Ai Banfeng Envoy, one of the two is a disciple of the next elder, and the other is a disciple of the next elder."

"Oh, so it's all some inconsequential saints, you can go back, both disciples are dead". Ai Messenger said.

Tom, Yongxin was like being beaten on the head and sat on the ground. Bent over, staring at the eyes in a daze, staring, motionless, glazed. Then he stretched out his hands and kept rubbing his face back and forth, his painful face constantly changing shape in his expression of frustration.

"Lord Yongmen. You're fine." Sha Song hurriedly walked over. Staring at Yongxin's figure and eyes, I felt his intense, shuddering sadness. I don't know what to say for a while.

Whoosh, suddenly Yongxin turned over and got up, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed to Ai Banfeng. Tears fell. "Please help the Forbidden Peak Envoy to help the disciples save the two of them, otherwise there will be no place to die if they go down again."

The old man's eyes sank deep into his sockets, flashing with incomprehension, and his movements caressed the ends of his white hair like dragon heels. stared blankly at Yongxin.

Yongxin looked around, and there were no outsiders. Transmission. "Forbidden Peak Envoy, that white-clothed saintess is the young master of Wanyun Cave."

"Oh". Ai Banfeng made it clear this time that Yongxin was so nervous about it. I see. That's a bit interesting. Ai Banfeng made a laugh.

"Lord Yongmen, get up quickly, I can help you with this matter, but I don't know if Lu Dao can rescue them, I'll do my best, I'll be on duty today, and I'll handle this matter tomorrow." Rest assured that the bag is in my Aiming's hands".

When Yongxin heard this, he knew that there was still a turn for the better, and he was excited and kowtowed with a thousand thanks.

"Get up". After saying that, Emin disappeared.

Yongxin sat with his mouth open. Staring straight at the empty position, he still had a lot to say, but the Forbidden Peak Envoy was gone.

Sha Song hurriedly helped Yongxin. Whispered. "Lord Yongmen, rest assured, what my master promised. I will definitely be able to do it, and this kind of thing has been done by the master more than one or two things."

Yongxin's face was indifferent, and his suspicious eyes were now a little sad and happy. "Thank you for your holy friend, thank you for your holy friend. After this, there will be heavy thanks."

The two were talking. The ball of light flashed in the center of the main hall, and a black-haired saint appeared in front of the ball of light. I didn't even look at the scene in the main hall. The dodge is gone.

"The master of Qimen ......". When Sasong saw the black-haired saint, he greeted him with a smile on his face. Then his face darkened. His head tilted up slightly, his face flushed, his thick lips moved, and he couldn't spit out half a word.

Phew, after Sha Song's mouth was blocked for a long time, he finally burst out of his mouth with a word, but it was suddenly interrupted. I took a deep breath and calmed down. scolded in his heart: "The dog's eyes look down on people, if my master doesn't leave, you will already jump over like a pug."

Sha Song scolded in his heart, his face changed, and he clicked on the crystal cover under the giant crystal ball. The light on the crystal shield dimmed.

A black-haired saint appeared in the main hall, threw a crystal bag at the crystal cover, and dodged towards the center crystal orb. With a thud, the head of the black-haired saint slammed into a gong, and then several arcs of electricity were released from the crystal ball, shooting at the black-haired saint.

The black-haired priest felt a pain in his head and dizziness. A burst of murderous aura penetrated into the bone marrow, and a condensing shield was erected in a flash. With a bang, the black-haired saint and his shield led the person like a shriveled dough, and was slapped on the ground by an electric arc.

Sha Song casually clicked the crystal cover, and the crystal cover lit up.

The light and shadow in the hall moved. Emin appeared in the main hall. With a gloomy face, he stared at the saint priest on the jade plate with his limbs stretched out, crawling on the ground, unable to move. It was cold and cold, with the sound of gnashing teeth.

"Boldly cultivating a fifth-order saint, he dared to forcibly enter the main hall." With a wave of his hand, the arc light on the Black Saint's body disappeared.

The Black Saint was like a toad that had been roasted and crawled on the ground, unable to move. The whole person is white except for the white ball that turns straight white, and the whole person trembles with black hoops and Ryukyu.

Ai Ming stretched out his hand, grabbed the Black Saint's neck, and lifted the Black Saint to his feet. He was about to throw the Black Saint out of the main hall.

A voice with pain, begging, and horror said urgently. "Uncle Ai, I'm Qi Mu."

Ai Ming turned his hand and looked at the black saint in his hand in amazement as if he were looking at a black rag doll.

With a shake of his hand, the black paste on the black saint's body, with the smell of black skin, disappeared.

A naked, bald-headed priest with fine skin and tender flesh appeared in Ai Ming's hand with a bitter face. Amin casually threw the naked bald priest to the ground. Said with a gloomy face. "Qi Mu, you are becoming more and more presumptuous, you dare to break into the Holy Medicine Teleportation Hall, and you don't know whether you are alive or dead."

Qi Mu was so frightened that he was naked, pouting his ass and kowtowing to Ai Ming. "Uncle Shi spared my nephew, I don't dare anymore, I'm confused, I'm confused, I'm not human." As he spoke, he kept slapping his mouth.

After hitting more than a dozen mouths, he kowtowed again, and in an instant, his bald head was red and swollen.

Ai Ming looked at Qi Mu with disdain, beating and knocking. It took a long time to say something. "Okay, you were honest before, but this time it's the first offense, I won't pursue it, and if you commit it again in the future, I won't spare you. Go for it"!

Qi Mu kowtowed a few more times before standing up. Repeatedly. "Uncle Xie, Uncle Xie, the disciple will keep it in mind and will not do it again."

Qi Mu said cautiously with a bitter face. "Uncle Shi, my holy bag has been taken away."

Emin waved his hand and vanished.

Qi Mu hunched his waist, his face full of smiles. Picked up the holy bag, took out a crystal bag and slowly put it into the crystal cover, and glanced at the crystal bag on the ground. Dodge into the crystal orb.

Qi Mugang disappeared. Sha Songha "He deserves it, this kind of person has to be treated well. The dog's eyes look down on people, so that you don't know how to die."

In a dimly lit cave in the mountain stream of Evil Chicken Medicine Mountain. The yin wind was blowing, cutting the faces of the three holy women like knives, and the pain was incomparable. The faces of the two saints were distorted, and they looked at each other with a sense of absoluteness in their eyes.

Three hearts were pounding, and one of them was still a little flustered, trembling in the yin wind, struggling at the end of the day.

"Jinchi, you have to know that any of us are here, you have to die, since both horizontal and vertical have to die. The three of us might as well just fight together. Spell it out, and we'll all get out alive. You too can take revenge on the humiliation." Bai Juan stared at the weak Jinchi in front of him tightly.

Now the three of them are grasshoppers on the same rope, only in the same boat. The key to victory or defeat is to look at the performance of Imaike. There's a little bit of a problem with this hole, and you can lose it all.

Kimike's heart was pounding. Trembling, as if on the edge of the abyss, timidity made every bone tremble, and the blood in her whole body was boiling. She was afraid of death, so she chose to dance with the wolf because she was afraid of death, but she didn't have the courage to resist, and when the sharpness of the black-haired saint's finger was about to cut her throat, she still didn't have the courage to resist.

Now, Imaike's heart is pounding in his chest. Like a chilling cicada, he lost his voice dumbly, and his heart seemed to be filled with something, pressed, and clamped, and even breathing was a little laborious.

"Jinchi, you can't be timid anymore, if you want to live, you must stand with us." Bai Juan continued.

Suddenly, Imaike covered his face, kept shaking his head, and shook his hair wildly. There were a few choked sounds in his mouth.

Bai Juan just wanted to persuade. Jinchi put down his hand violently, stared at Bai Juan with a face full of tears, clenched his fine teeth, and nodded vigorously. Say it word by word. "We can't fight him, in that way, we can't beat him, and probably no one can escape. We can ......".

"Really". Bai Juan and Lu Yu both stared at Jinchi in surprise, they didn't expect that this seemingly weak saintess would have such a scheming and thoughtful thinking.

Imaichi bowed his head in embarrassment. The voice was as small as a mosquito, and he whispered, "I've been planning to escape from the city, and I've been trying to find a way, but I haven't found a chance."

Bai Juan looked at Lu Yu. "Lu Yu, you can't do it."

Lu Yu's face flushed, his head lowered, and he said shyly for the first time. "It's okay".

"You call twice, let's listen," Bai Juan said.

"I ......". Lu Yu is a little embarrassed, but at this juncture, there are still so many thoughts there, and his life is important. "Hmm...... Not...... Well...... Yes...... , well......".

Lu Yu stopped, looking at the two of them with a shy face. Bai Juan looked dazed and turned his head to look at Jinchi. "Imaike, elephant is not like".

Imaike's face was already so red that it couldn't be redder anymore. She knew that Lu Yu was a chick, and she didn't know what she was shouting when she sucked the "Desire Crystal". Lu Yu's moaning just now, the more she listened to it, the more she felt that this Lu Yu seemed to be learning from her. Even the sound of moaning was not the sound of Lu Yu speaking, and it obviously changed its taste. (To be continued......)