Fengyunlu

At this moment, Zhuang Mo was holding an earthy yellow cloth bag in his hand. There was a golden silk rope tied around the mouth of the bag. There were yin and yang fish on each end of the rope, and some rope tassels were floating at the end under the fish.

Zhuang Mo played with one of them and gently twisted the rope in his hand. He looked up at Long Tiexin again and suddenly said: "Miss Long, I will put a talisman on the magic weapon later and wait for the emperor to release it." In just a moment, Hanyue's Fang pierced through his chest unpreparedly, and was able to pin his residual energy and prevent him from leaving. In this way, he can take back the Divine Pot Chapter quickly."

Long Tiexin nodded, Han Yue Zhi Ya immediately recalled and floated in front of Zhuang Mo.

Zhuang Mo didn't talk nonsense. He smiled and raised his hand, and a golden talisman appeared out of thin air. It was painted with red ink and red ink. The words "flying dragons and phoenixes" under the imperial edict seemed to be scrawled, but there was a faint aura that shocked the gods. Power.

Long Tiexin's eyes were frosty, and he never said a word. He just looked at him and pointed in the air. The talisman fell on the magic weapon like a wave, and the golden light flashed, turning into a few faint red lines.

chi~

The rope was slowly pulled away. Zhuang Mo held the bag and shook it up, and the black mist swirled out. When it was in mid-air, it still condensed itself, forming a group of human figures.

"After all, you, a junior, have not forgotten me." Jiuyou's voice came out slowly, floating on the altar a little hollowly.

"Your Majesty, don't be too busy praising me. I still have something to ask for." Zhuang Mo responded and raised his hand to give Jiuyou a slight salute.

At this time, Jiuyou realized that something was wrong while still at the altar, and he was slightly surprised and said: "Tell me, but how could your kid escape and release me here?"

"This..." Zhuang Mo paused for a moment, then exchanged glances with Long Tiexin, and then said: "The Emperor still remembers that this junior still has unpaid favors?"

During the delay, Long Tiexin quietly moved the previously invisible Hanyue Fang, and from an unknown place, a Nine Heavens Divine Weapon slowly attacked.

In the black mist, Jiuyou naturally didn't know how the two of them had discussed before, but they were all isolated by the bag, and they were completely unaware inside.

But Jiuyou is not stupid after all. Just listening to Zhuang Mo's words, you can tell that he has many calculations at this time: "I thank you for your kindness, but in the end, you are still thinking about me."

Zhuang Mo looked slightly embarrassed, smiled and then said: "Since the emperor has seen it, it is difficult for me to hide it, so I will use the Divine Pot Chapter this time."

"That's all, it's up to you, the junior, to decide whether to rob or rob. I..." Jiuyou's words were interrupted by a sharp sound.

With a "snap" sound, Hanyue's Fang suddenly appeared less than half a foot away from the black mist, with a cold light in its sharp edge, just like a fang, biting through the chest at an angle.

Jiuyou was pinned with just one stroke, and then Zhu Hong folded the reverse silk thread and blocked all the way out. Then there was another wave of entanglement. After Jiuyou was tied up, he turned back again and hooked around the magic weapon firmly.

Jiuyou was completely trapped, Can Yuan could not escape, and the Tongtian Rui could not be used: "Good boy, if there is a crouching tiger on the Tiangang Rui, you will be able to connect the Taoist and Buddhist families."

Jiuyou was surprisingly appreciative. There was no trace of anger. Instead, it seemed as if the trapped person was not him.

Zhuang Mo was not surprised. He smiled lightly and said, "This junior is offended for a moment. I hope the emperor will not blame you."

"Easy to say, easy to say." Jiuyou responded softly and said nothing after that.

Seeing that the two of them looked a little weird, Long Tiexin frowned slightly, but he didn't say much. It was more important to save Feng Chen now, and other things would happen later.

"Let's do it." Long Tiexin said calmly, and then summoned Hanyue Zhiya and Jiuyou in front of Zhuang Mo.

Zhuang Mo nodded, took a step forward, raised his hand and said, "Emperor, I'm offended."

After speaking, the two fingers were brought together and trembled slightly. The two fingers and half of the arm were instantly illuminated by golden light. The holy light slowly moved, reflecting Zhuang Mo like a golden arhat, slowly probing his fingertips into the black mist. .

As Zhuang Mo stirred left and right, the black mist surrounding Jiuyou seemed to fade a little, but if you look closely, it was slowly sucked into his palm, and it was no longer dense, so it seemed a little faded.

After a while, the black mist completely disappeared, revealing Jiuyou's appearance, which was the same as Fengchen but completely different. Fengchen was immature, but Jiuyou was a wild and distant road.

Long Tiexin looked at him again and again. After all, he was the ancient lord and the culprit. He couldn't help but take a second look, but that was all. He turned around and prepared to treat Feng Chen.

Her actions were seen by Jiuyou, who happened to see the seven sages flashing in the vase, and the aura of yin and yang and the five elements were faintly falling, merging with the innate energy transformed by Feng Chen. She seemed to have thought of something, and she didn't feel her eyes move. The light flashes.

This scene was also captured by Zhuang Mo. He smiled secretly. He seemed to see something but did not reveal it. He just pretended that nothing happened and continued to collect the half-refined Divine Pot Chapter of Jiuyou, and then slowly returned it. It gathered together and gradually condensed into the appearance of the previous fragments of the Feng family.

After a long while, all this was finally completed, and Zhuang Mo also apologized to Jiuyou again: "Something unexpected happened, so I had no choice but to make this decision. As for getting the emperor's place, I can just deal with it after everything is over."

Jiuyou smiled and didn't say much. He just nodded lightly and seemed not to blame.

Long Tiexin looked at it coldly, seeing some clues, but did not point them out. She knew better than anyone else what she should do in her heart. She knew what was important at the moment and what could be left behind.

"Miss Long, use your spiritual fire to help me." Zhuang Mo turned around and said.

Long Tiexin followed suit, raised his hand and pointed, and the color formed by the three-point Ding Yuan Pearl stirred back and forth from the vase, as if gathering firewood and picking it out.

Not long after, a ball of nine colorful lights condensed. When it slowly rose, Long Tiexin bit his index finger, squeezed out three drops of blood with a hint of gold, then raised his hand to summon a flash of thunder flames, and the two joined together. A slight fire was lit in one place. The light was dim but never extinguished. Long Tiexin used his true energy to transfer it into the seven-color light group.

bang~

Like adding fuel to the fire, the thunder flames grew stronger. The sky-high flames illuminated the altar in an instant, and the fairy fire was already intense.

"go!!"

Zhuang Mo raised his hand to throw out the fragment of the Divine Pot Chapter, and directly submerged it into the firelight. Then he raised the fingertips of his right hand and pressed them together. He pressed his left hand on his arm and stroked it forward from top to bottom. The black mist overflowed from his arm and floated slowly. To the Faerie Fire.

"Accumulation!!" When the black mist cleared, Zhuang Mo's mouth froze. He stood with his single index finger in front of his chest and recited some spells. A small talisman floated at his fingertips.

The golden talisman was still spinning, and it was spinning faster and faster, until finally only a ball of golden light could be seen flickering and moving. Zhuang Mo removed his finger, the golden light still did not fall, but shot straight towards the fairy fire, crackling. Disappeared with a sound.

After an unknown amount of time, the fairy fire gradually dimmed, and finally the fire slumped. After a few flutters, it extinguished itself. The fire disappeared, and an ancient book fell out, with the word "Shen Kettle" written on it, and there were endless chapters in it.

Zhuang Mo raised his hand to catch it, flipped through it briefly and then turned around and said, "Miss Long, I still need your support next time."