My brother is so stable

"What's wrong?" Master Xuandu asked with concern.

"Brother, hurry up!"

Yin and Yang qi flew out from the palm of Li Changshou, and it turned into a Taiji diagram and returned it to the left shoulder of the archmage, "The direction I mentioned just now, the golden-winged roc is in trouble, kill the god gun!"

The great mage was shaken, and his figure disappeared without a trace, and the universe was wrinkled.

The power of the innate treasure Taiji diagram activated by the great mage can be more than half!

All the immortals surrounded him one after another.

Daoist Duobao asked, "What killing gun?"

"Didn't the Killing Spear be destroyed in ancient times?"

"But the god-killing spear transformed from the root of the chaotic green lotus? The weapon of the demon ancestor Luohu back then?"

Li Changshou took a deep breath, the Xuanhuang Pagoda was suspended above the Yuanshen, and the Qiankun Ruler came out of his palm, and the anxiety and weakness in his heart disappeared...

Li Changshou explained:

"It's not too late, let's talk about it on the way, first go to help my senior brother.

The red lotus was probably being targeted by a great power. I, a paper Taoist, was guarding the place where the red lotus was suspected to be, and was just attacked by a phantom holding a god-killing gun.

Marshal Jin Peng should not be the opponent of the killer gun, so he asked his senior brother to rush to support him. "

Clouds and mist rose from Li Changshou's palm, and several pictures were quickly condensed.

Daoist Duobao flicked his sleeves and took out a bronze chariot!

"It's too late to explain, get in the car!

We have been discussing here for so long, don't let Honglian be taken away by others! "

Zhao Gongming, Li Changshou, and Bai Ze immediately followed Taoist Duobao into the car.

Guang Chengzi turned his head and told Reverend Yuding and Reverend Taiyi: "Don't try to be brave later."

The three masters of elucidation followed immediately.

The bronze chariot was about to open, and Qiong Xiao and the Virgin of Guiling slid over with their heads bowed, trying to sneak up from the side.

But Laojun's Qingniu read Li Changshou's previous instructions, and immediately rushed to the front, opened his arms to stop the two Jiejiao fairies...

Qingniu smiled and said: "Let's ride the clouds, don't make trouble for the senior brothers."

After such a delay, Taoist Duobao has already mobilized the spirit treasure chariot;

The universe in front of it collapsed, revealing a big hole, the chariot turned into a streamer and flew into it, and the universe returned to normal in an instant.

Qiong Xiao glared at the green cow, then remembered that this was Laojun's mount, snorted slightly dissatisfied, and flew out of the tower with the Holy Mother of the Turtle Spirit.

As soon as the Taoist master left, the Samsara Tower quickly became deserted.

Dizang sat in front of the window sill, wondering what Li Changshou had just said in his heart, and secretly said something strange.

"Listen?"

"Master, please don't ask." Di Ting lay down obediently, "We can't handle this matter, and the three senior brothers of the Taoist sect are enough to deal with it."

Ksitigarbha frowned and thought about it, and asked, "Is there any scheme by the two teachers here?"

"It should be, let's push the boat along with the current and add fuel to the flames."

Di Ting sighed and looked up at the low sky outside the window.

"When the catastrophe comes, the red lotus will appear, and all kinds of ghosts and ghosts will jump out.

Since ancient times, the victors are pure and the losers are turbid. Even if these turbidity is gathered in a pile, how can they beat the Qing that is stronger than before.

Struggling in vain, it is better to find a place to live and spend the rest of my life. "

"Ok?"

Dizang glanced at the big blue-haired dog beside him, "Could it be that I am also your safe haven?"

"That can't be done." Di Ting blinked his eyes, and spoke righteously, "It was purely because of your master's resourcefulness that year, not because of your status as a saint disciple!"

"Humph!"

Dizang flicked his sleeves, closed the entrances and exits of the Samsara Tower, and sat there with his eyes closed.

Everything has nothing to do with him.

……

It was only a moment before Li Changshou and other Taoist immortals left the Samsara Pagoda.

The sea of ​​blood appeared at some unknown time above the maelstrom with a diameter of more than a hundred miles. The great mage Xuandu was waiting quietly with a golden-winged roc bird covered in blood.

The Dao rhyme of the Taiji diagram has not yet dissipated, and a crushed killing atmosphere echoes everywhere.

In the vortex below, the universe is repairing itself, and there are still remnants of the heavenly dao rhyme here, as if this place was punished by heaven not long ago.

The universe collapsed into a round hole, and the bronze chariot rumbled out;

Taoist Duobao put away the Lingbao with his big hand, and the seven figures rushed to the side of the great mage.

"Brother!"

Li Changshou yelled, and pulled Bai Ze's arm forward together.

Master Xuandu, who was in a trance, turned around, gently pushed the unconscious golden-winged roc, and sent it to Li Changshou.

The golden-winged roc was covered in blood, its chain mail had long been broken, its long hair was stained with blood, and there were more than twenty wounds around its body, all of which were deep puncture wounds, and the wounds were entwined with wisps of black air.

Fortunately, the primordial spirit of the golden-winged roc was only slightly injured. At this time, it was resisting the erosion of the killing breath, and there was a lot of medicinal power in its body...

Master Xuandu said with some embarrassment: "I was careless for a while, and let the other party escape."

Taoist Duobao asked, "How many murderers?"

"There seem to be three or four people," Master Xuandu said. "The murderer who sneakily attacked Chang Geng's incarnation and the golden-winged roc should have intentionally diverted our attention."

Guang Chengzi asked: "Brother, can you see where the other party came from? Is it really a killer gun?"

"No," the great mage Xuandu shook his head gravely, "Is the God-killing Spear a God-killing Spear, or is it not a God-killing Spear?