Splash Monkey, I will accompany you against the heavens!

Shui Wufeng picked him up, lowered his head and kissed Xianxiu's tender lips, feeling a little strange, and found that Feng Yangye still had a mouthful of flesh in his mouth, so he let out a slight gasp with a helpless smile. As if he heard his voice, the Shen man woke up, continued to chew the fruit he hadn't finished eating, and asked vaguely: "Has the seal been opened?"

"It's almost time, why do you keep waking up? Is it cold?"

"I'm not cold...I'm afraid something will happen to you," Feng Yangye half-opened his sleepy eyes, slowly biting the fruit in his hand, Shui Wufeng endured the confrontation between the two seals in his chest, and looked at him as if nothing had happened Nothing was said.

"Boom..." The huge cocoon next to the two of them suddenly shattered, and Feng Yangye poked his head out curiously, wanting to see what the body of the unpredictable ancient monster looked like.

After half a blink, he vaguely saw the monster's smooth and white neck and chest and long hair floating like snow, and he was pushed back into his arms by Shui Wufeng.

"Holy Lord," Liu Qianshan knelt on the ground with one knee, lowered his indifferent face respectfully, naked but not uncomfortable at all, with a calm appearance that was used to not wearing clothes.

Shui Wufeng firmly fixed Feng Yangye's gaze on himself, glanced at Xue Yao's slender and fair legs: "...put on your clothes."

"Yes, Holy Monarch," Liu Qianshan appeared in a black suit, which made his skin more like snow, his pupils were not completely empty like a phantom body, but light and ice-coloured, his face was delicate and heroic , the straight nose bridge and almost straight lip line added to his indifference and alienation.

Seeing that the ancient demon covered some parts that should not be exposed, Shui Wufeng let go of his hand, and found that Feng Yangye was looking at his chest peacefully, without moving.

"What's the matter?" Shui Wufeng was puzzled, Feng Yangye blushed and cleared his throat, solemnly lifted up his black robe to cover Shui Wufeng's exposed large chest muscles, "You too Put on your clothes, don't freeze... My heart aches."

The demon head was scratched by the faint blush on Xianxiu's cheeks, and recalled in his mind the cute appearance of Feng Yangye's divine consciousness incarnation that was repeatedly violated by him in the sea of ​​consciousness before, and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously... …

The conflict between the two seals in his body has also subsided at this moment, showing a faint state of mutual restraint. The seal imported from the ancient monster has suppressed the original seal with poison, and the dantian has loosened a little. Liu Qianshan, who was stuck to the side like a log, "Your body is seriously injured, don't waste the monster power scattered here, take it back and leave with me..."

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He Lian Changyu led a dozen or so disciples to flee in the darkness with an ugly expression, feeling depressed in his heart. He thought he would have some chance to squat outside the light cluster, but the chance didn't come, and he was in bad luck instead. .

Those light clusters flew out for some reason, and under the sweeping sweep, not only swept away most of the demon barriers, but also almost swallowed several of his disciples. The natal magical artifact, you must know that magical artifacts containing artifact spirits are extremely rare in the four continents nowadays, and this magical artifact was bestowed by a grand elder after he became the head of the Lianshan Sect, not to mention that he still formed a relationship with him. The natal magic weapon of the contract, while being strangled, he himself was also implicated in the damage of his spiritual consciousness.

"Master... over there, here we come again..." Seeing the cluster of light floating in the distance, the elder who was sure that there was a divine weapon hidden in the cluster of light shouted frightenedly.

He Lian Changyu gave him a dark look, and led the doormen to change directions to escape, finally avoiding this frightening light cluster, he heaved a sigh of relief and continued to look for a way to leave this place, if you let him know now It was Tianshuizong's Hall Master Ming who secretly got them into such a ghostly place, and he was able to swallow Ming Yanxiu alive to relieve this bad breath.

not far away

The two figures who were chasing the light cluster suddenly stopped, Liu Qianshan followed Shui Wufeng's gaze to look at the place with faint light, stretched out his consciousness, and he saw a group of people in dark yellow clothes Immortal Xiu, his tone was naturally cold: "...Does the Holy King want to kill them?"

Shui Wufeng narrowed his eyes, he still remembers the matter of the head of Helian bullying his heart, "Yang Ye decides, do you want to kill him?"

"Who to kill?" Feng Yangye poked his head out from the devil's clothes, a certain master himself was about to stuff his whole body into the black robe that the devil put on again, eating tofu sticking to his large chest muscles .

Liu Qianshan looked at the immortal cultivator who was tired of being in the arms of his own sage, his face was as usual, and he didn't ask who this weird and wretched immortal cultivator, Shui Wufeng, was, as if everything in this world was ok It seems that his expression has changed, and his temperament is as cold as snow on the top of a mountain.Hearing Feng Yangye's question, he waved his hand casually, and a light and shadow condensed in the air, portraying Lian Shanzong and his party on it.

"Is it the head of Helian? It's not enough to kill him... But I don't mind asking him for some favors," Feng Yangye looked at the person on the screen and raised his eyebrows, with a smirk of high interest on his face , make up your mind.

"Hiss..." Sect Leader Helian, who was flying with his sword, suddenly felt that the surroundings seemed to be a little colder than before, and a seemingly invisible coercion immediately fell from the air, and the flying swords of the whole group had no time to react. It was pushed down several meters and fell to the ground.

"Master? What happened?" A group of disciples who had been on tenterhooks fell to the ground and clenched their magic weapons, lighting up their surroundings with flashes of light and looking around vigilantly.

Before they could continue to speculate, the sound of footsteps slowly approached from the darkness, and a man in black with a ghostly face came out slowly, carrying a big knife. Terrible and magical, he directly expressed his intention when he opened his mouth, "Robbery! Hand over all the Qiankun bags!"

He Lian Changyu looked at the Moxiu who suddenly appeared, and asked without changing his face: "Do you know who you are robbing?"

The man deliberately lowered his voice and let out a few sneers: "Master, just grab it. Who needs it? If you don't want to die, hurry up and hand over all the Qiankun bags!"

A flash of anger flashed in Helian Changyu's eyes. It was the first time he had been threatened in such a cold way after being the head of the sect for many years: "Haven't your excellency heard of Emperor Kui Lianshan? I'm afraid it will be in the future if you take advantage of it to be above my sect." There is no place to stand on the Four Continents, Your Excellency had better think twice before acting..."

The person under the ghostly face tilted his head, evil spirit overflowing: "Are you from the Lianshan sect? Then...in addition to the Qiankun bag, you should also leave the sect clothes and magic tools."

Helian Changyu's eyes trembled, and he clenched his fists and secretly transmitted voices to several elders, asking them to set up an array to test how powerful this arrogant monk really is.

However, this cautious deployment was strangled in the cradle before it was implemented. Feng Yangye looked helplessly at the group of people who were about to make a move but were knocked down in pieces. Liu Qianshan with a ghost face.

After living for more than 800 years, he carried out robbery for the first time, and he only said a few harsh words, and it was over...without any sense of accomplishment.

Yang Ye Shangxian shouldered the long knife borrowed by himself and the devil to pretend to be pretending, raised his head and sighed at the dark sky, it's really hard to be a man of ancient monsters.