Splash Monkey, I will accompany you against the heavens!

Just as Feng Yangye sighed, Liu Qianshan had torn off all the Qiankun bags "as instructed", and piled them in front of Feng Yangye together with all kinds of magic weapons and a pile of yellow imperial uniforms.

Feng Yangye politely and reluctantly accepted the stolen goods, picked up Helian Changyu's Qiankun bag and took a look, and sure enough, even the enchantment on it had been erased, and the whole space could be seen at a glance.

Feng Yangye would have been excited for a long time when he usually got so many good things, but after the fact that the devil stuffed a mountain of top-quality spiritual stones as firewood, the Qiankun bag of the head of Helian seems to be nothing in this way.

"Why is the bag full of tatters..." Feng Yangye sighed, disgusted with the bad things, and put the spirit stones and golden pills into the Qiankun bag on his waist, "Oh...forget it, there are It's better than nothing, I didn't expect Lianshan Sect to be so poor."

He Lian Changyu, who was slapped on the ground in only his underwear and baby pants, almost spit out old blood when he heard this. He is the current head of the number one immortal sect in the four continents and eight seas, and he was actually despised by others. Everything in it is broken?Is there any reason?What is the identity of this robber?Tens of thousands of high-grade spirit stones and so many dragon-patterned golden elixir are not eye-catching?

He Lian Changyu turned his dantian a few times and found that the spiritual power in the golden core seemed to be frozen. In desperation, he suddenly saw a cluster of white light rushing towards them... Just when he thought he was about to be caught by the cluster of light. When it hit the right target, the light cluster suddenly began to rewind and go in the opposite direction, as if avoiding something that made it fear.

The snow-haired ghost-faced cultivator glanced at the light cluster, and chased after him. Helian Changyu felt the pressure behind him loosen, and he was about to struggle to get up in an instant. Another heavier pressure came down and directly shot him With a mouthful of blood, when he lay down on the ground again, his flesh and bones were sunk into the soil.

Another ghost-faced monk appeared in the air, and all the proud sons of the Lianshan Sect lay on the ground, motionless like quails waiting to be slaughtered.

Shui Wufeng glanced at the people on the ground, several limbs of Xiaoxiu with poor cultivation were crushed to bloody flesh, at this moment the two seals in his body consumed each other, and the red thread entangled in his dantian dissipated a lot, the injury Over the years, he has recovered almost the same, not as weak as when he came out of the bottomless abyss.

He called the Yaodan, probably because he hadn't used his spiritual power for a long time, and he couldn't control the intensity of the blessing.

He restrained his coercion a few times and then released it again. The monks who were repeatedly crushed on the ground wanted to howl, but they were suppressed in their throats and could not make a sound.

It wasn't until the devil felt that he was getting used to it that the torture-like crushing stopped, and even all the people in the Shanzong passed out, but the devil still fulfilled his heart's wish and didn't kill any of them.

Shui Wufeng turned his head nonchalantly to look at Feng Yangye, who was concentrating on unpacking the Qiankun bag, and rubbed his hand on the white and tender back of his neck, his expression under the mask was peaceful and gentle.

"Sage Monarch," Liu Qianshan, who had devoured another cluster of light, rushed back from a distance, his hair seemed to have a little more luster, "The scattered demon power is almost subdued, do you want to leave now?"

Shui Wufeng nodded, and squeezed Feng Yangye's neck: "It's time to go, do you want me to hug you?"

Feng Yangye focused on flipping through the contents of the last Qiankun bag, but didn't respond, Shui Wufeng took off his hand and put it on his buttocks and squeezed it, "Yangye?"

The force was neither light nor heavy, just enough to make Xianxiu tremble. The demon hugged him, took off his mask, put his mouth in his mouth and bit the back of his neck lightly, "Let's go, darling...do you hear me clearly this time?"

Feng Yangye's legs almost went limp from being pinched, he stretched out his arms and touched the devil's buttocks, "I understand."

Shui Wufeng pushed away Feng Yangye's mask with a dumb smile, saw the honey-soaked smile on his face, and sucked it up fiercely without temper.

The three of them were not far away, and all the instruments and Qiankun bags on the ground caught fire, and after a while, they turned into bursts of flying ash and drifted away, and the dozens of Lianshanzong sects were burned away. Clothes.

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"Senior Brother...Senior Brother..."

While in a coma, Wu Cheng vaguely heard someone calling him, the voice was very familiar... He became short of breath, his body regained consciousness, and bursts of coldness penetrated into his body like a poisonous snake spitting out letters.

Wucheng woke up with a groan and turned around, and saw a girl's face with red eyes, "Yuxuan? Where is this? Where's Master?"

"Senior brother, you're finally awake, Rong Ning! Eldest brother is awake," Yuxuan's face was a little happy when she heard him speak, and the hand holding his arm couldn't help tightening.

"Senior brother," the young man who has always been carefree is now forced to calm down and guard the barrier with other senior brothers vigilantly, but when he saw Wucheng wake up from a coma, his expression could not help but weaken , ran over and jumped on the person, "Brother, you scared me to death..."

"I'm fine. Where's Master? Where is Master?" Wu Cheng opened his eyes and noticed that he was not in the cave before he passed out, and Feng Yangye didn't know where he went.

"I don't know, Shizun didn't come back after looking for you and Twelve, you were brought back by that thing," Rong Ning looked in a certain direction while speaking.

Wu Cheng propped up his body and looked over, noticing that a protective barrier had been placed around it, and outside the shimmering golden barrier lay a giant snow-colored wolf crouching.

"It brought me back?" Wucheng didn't find the slightest memory of this thing in his memory. The image of seeing Feng Yangye being bullied by a strange monk before he fell into a coma flashed in his mind, and the usually steady man immediately looked Losing his usual composure, he barely got up when his consciousness was still drowsy, "I have to find Master..."

"Senior brother! Don't move around, you are hurt," Yuxuan showed eagerness, and hurried to help Wucheng, "Senior brother Rong finally dragged you in from beside that giant wolf, you should rest well, master Respect him as a Golden Core cultivator, if something happens to him, it will be useless for you to help..."

"Don't pull me," Wu Cheng frowned and pushed away Yu Xuan's hand, staggered and fell down again, the cotton cloth wrapped around his arm was soon soaked with blood, he still struggled to stand up: "I have to get Master back..."

"Brother, what's wrong with Master? Have you seen him?" Rong Ning and Yu Xuan pulled him together, holding Wu Cheng's elbow tightly, looking worried.

Wucheng bitterly didn't know how to explain Feng Yangye's matter, frowning and walked outside the barrier.

The giant wolf that had been lying quietly outside stood up, and Yuxuan looked at it and paused, "That thing got up...Senior brother..."

As if Wu Cheng didn't hear what she said, he pushed away the brothers who came to pull him.

Yuxuan's heart almost jumped out when she watched the giant wolf walk in front of their elder brother.

Liu Qianshan's phantom looked at Xiaoxiu who somehow ran out of the barrier again, raised his paw and pushed him back.