Hong Huang: My brother Bai Ze is definitely not a great cook

"No!" Luo Hu screamed sadly.

But...it was too late.

Hongjun, yin and yang, Yangmei, the primordial spirit of Qiankun.

The four of them have already grasped the four swords at the top of the four poles of the sword formation at the same time.

A fierce light flashed in Luo Hu's eyes, and he held the God-killing Spear and penetrated directly through the Zhuxian Sword Formation, heading towards the sky.

"Qiankun!" After taking off the Zhuxian Sword, Hongjun looked towards Qiankun, and his figure kept approaching there.

"Hongjun takes the sword!" He shouted with raised eyebrows, threw the sword to Hongjun, and then penetrated countless chaotic voids and chased Luo Hu.

"Fellow Taoist!" Yin and Yang also headed towards Qiankun.

But... this distance is not that far for their ancestors. Why is it so far at this moment?

I saw that the soul of Qiankun had begun to become illusory.

His soul began to slowly dissipate from his legs...

"Stay steady, fellow Taoist Qiankun, stay still, don't let your heart die first..." Hongjun's movements were a little panicked, and he kept giving the divine power of creation to the soul of Qiankun.

At this moment, both Hongjun and Yin Yang seemed to be panicking.

All kinds of magical powers are poured into the soul of the universe, such as the Yin and Yang Dao Yun, the Dao of Creation, the Dao of Heaven and Earth...

However, the effect was very little, and it only temporarily stabilized the spirit of Qiankun.

"Fellow Taoist Hongjun, fellow Taoist Yin and Yang." Qiankun chuckled at the two of them.

It's not as serious as before, but only relief and happiness.

"No need to waste time on poor Taoism, go and kill Luo Hu." Qiankun said with a smile:

"At least don't let Pindao be lonely on the road. Rahu will be with you... let's reminisce about the past."

"Qiankun...fellow Taoist." Yin Yang lowered his head, with tears streaming down his old face.

"Fellow Taoist, don't talk nonsense. The poor Taoist has a back-up plan! The poor Taoist must have a back-up plan!" Hongjun looked anxious...

Backhand? Where did the backup come from?

The primordial spirit was completely shattered by the sword energy of the trapped fairy sword. Now how can this count as a primordial spirit? It is just a trace of the true spirit, and the Immortal Sword Qi has endured for a long time, and is still corroding its true spirit.

With such an injury, Hongjun was unable to recover...

"Two fellow Taoists." Qiankun chuckled:

"No need, Pindao has been prepared for this for a long time. It's just a matter of death."

With that said, Qiankun sacrificed his Qiankun Cauldron and Qiankun Ruler:

"Fellow Taoist Yin and Yang, don't blame me for being partial. This thing is more suitable for Taoist Taoist Hongjun."

Qiankun was afraid that Hongjun would refuse, so he ordered the two spiritual treasures and directly entered Hongjun's inner cave.

"How can I blame you, poor Taoist..." Old Yin Yang burst into tears and stretched out his hand to grab Qian Kun's shadow, but his hand went directly through his body:

"Fellow Daoist Qiankun, why did you save me? Why wasn't Pindao the one who died in the end? Among us, Pindao is the weakest in Taoism. He is the worst no matter what, so why do you want Pindao to live?"

"I don't want to see any fellow Taoist leave before my eyes." Qiankun's figure faded a little:

"Also, Luo Hu must die. That critical moment is already our best chance."

"Three fellow Taoists..."

A soft but somewhat cold voice came from behind a few people.

Several people's bodies froze, and when they turned around to look, they saw Wang Shu...

Wearing a pink dress, her face covered with black gauze, her hair combed over her temples, only half of her high nose and a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes were exposed.

"Why are you here now?" Yin Yang roared:

"Why! If you had come with us earlier, how could fellow Taoist Qiankun have done this! Now that the matter is over, what are you doing here again!"

After Yin Yang roared, he knelt in the void as if he had lost his strength.

"Fellow Taoist Yin and Yang..." Wang Shu looked at Yin and Yang, with an inexplicable emotion in his eyes:

"Feel sorry."

After speaking, a faint blue light bloomed in Wangshu's hand, and in an instant, the world became cold, as if winter had arrived.

Even Hongjun felt a slight chill.

"Friend Qiankun, I don't want you to die either." Wangshu said calmly.

Then he walked towards Qiankun and placed his palm on its true spirit.

The Taoist rhyme of Taiyin Avenue circulates, and the true spirit of Qiankun is instantly frozen!

Yin Yang raised his head and looked at Wang Shu blankly.

"Sorry." Yin Yang Weng said:

"Pindao... is wrong."

"No." Wang Shu shook his head, "It's indeed my fault, but... Taiyin cannot be without its owner."

"Sorry." Yin Yang lowered his head, not daring to look directly at Wang Shu.

Speaking of which, Yin and Yang have the greatest psychological pressure.

Of these people, he is the weakest.

Qiankun is stronger than him, but he wants to protect him from death...

In anger, he threw the blame to Wang Shu.

Of course, they were just words out of anger.

By freezing the universe, the true spirit of the universe has a way to survive, and maybe there will be another chance in the future.

"Thank you so much, fellow Taoist Wangshu." Hongjun bowed his head and thanked him, and then quickly headed towards the sky.

Luo Hu is not dead yet!

Wangshu looked at Hongjun's leaving figure and stretched out his hand towards Yin Yang:

"Fellow Taoist, stop sitting on the void, Liang."

yin and yang:"……"

A little joke can really lighten the mood at times like this.

Especially when the ending becomes better, it is very helpful to get out of the sad state of mind.

"It's over? Who won?"

"I don't know! It looks like it's Luo Hu who's running away?"

"Did we win?"

"Yes, the demonic soldiers are all dispersed, and the calamity energy seems to have no owner, and it has also come out of the formation."

Although they won, the calamity still spread in the wilderness, covering the sky and the sun.

In the prehistoric world, it was still dark.

However, it was good news after all. The evil spirits dissipated, and the prehistoric creatures were relieved of a lot of pressure.

On Mount Xumi.

After the explosion, the 12th-grade black lotus of world destruction was destroyed, and everyone went to hunt down the demon.

"What strength do you have!" Tongtian raised his mouth, and the Qingping in his hand slashed the Yin-Yang Jiaolong body of the demon.

Why is Tongtian so weird? He just added a sentence of prison in front.

The Yin-Yang Jiaolong had been seriously injured by the explosion, and the destruction of the black lotus also affected his Yin Jiao part. The chain reaction also affected the Yang Jiao.

Look, this is the disadvantage of blindly binding accounts!

Jiao Luo Xumi was bullied by Tongtian.

"Third brother." Yuanshi smiled warmly:

"I will use it to refine a spiritual treasure for you, how about it?"

"Spiritual treasure?" Tongtian's eyes lit up:

"Thank you, second brother!"

Tongtian's obsession with spiritual treasures is very heavy.

But fortunately, he has a second brother who is a great weapon refiner, and his acquired spiritual treasures are not missing.

Acquired spiritual treasures... are not weak!

"Go! Big brother! Kill him!" Baichuan shouted with a smile.

Bai Ze's mouth twitched, and he looked at Baichuan speechlessly.

Then he performed a set of elegant Qiankun ruler to solve the dragon 108 styles!

His body shuttled back and forth, hitting every key part of the double dragon.

Dragon! It's also a dragon!

This set of operations was smooth and flowing.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

"This... Junior Brother Baichuan." Yuanshi's eyes did not move away from Bai Ze, and he asked a little stupidly:

"Does your big brother have some other hatred for dragons?"

"How could it be!" Baichuan smiled and said:

"My big brother loves dragons the most."

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