Master, he feeds wolves with his body

Hearing these words, Xiao Yi didn't even get annoyed, "That depends on whether you have the ability!"

Xuandu had two things in one mind, while seeing each other's tricks with Xiao Yi, he was also concerned about the situation of Feiyun Temple - the barrier over there had been under some kind of attack, but the power was weak, so it shouldn't have much impact!

He calmed down a little, and a sound transmission talisman flew from the direction of Feiyun Palace—"Master! The situation has changed, and the barrier of Feiyun Palace can no longer hold!"

how come!He obviously checked it just now, no problem!

Xuandu's breath stagnated, and a backlashing force rushed towards his body!

He clutched his heart and backed away—everyone thought that the only thing protecting Feiyun Palace was a stronger and stronger barrier!But no one knew that this enchantment was provided by him with his own spiritual power, and it was closely connected with his whole body!

Should not be!

The people outside Feiyun Hall don't have such great abilities, otherwise they wouldn't be able to touch the fur of the barrier for so long!

Who is it?

Who has such a great ability!

Before he could come up with a clue, there was another violent tremor at the barrier outside Feiyun Hall——

Like an extremely sharp object, it forcibly poked into the barrier, tearing a gap.

Xuan Du panicked - not good!

He waved his sword feignedly, and turned to run in the direction of Feiyun Palace.

Xiao Yi moved extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye he was in front of Xuandu, "I didn't tell you to go!"

Xuandu remembers Feiyun Palace, and he doesn't care about revealing his identity - there is nothing more important than his wife in this world!

He no longer hides his realm, gathers all the spiritual power in his body, throws away the long sword in his hand, and draws out a soft sword from his waist - shining with cold light, shaped like a wave!

Sure enough, it was exactly the same as the saber of the person I met in Fengyang City!

He mobilized all the spiritual energy in his body, and struck all around regardless, even Xiao Yi felt that this imposing man could not breathe, not to mention the low-level disciples around him, and rolled on the ground with his head in his arms.

"Master!" Xiao Yi glanced at Xuandu, turned around and threw himself at Gu He who was pressing his forehead, hugged him into his arms, and channeled a little bit of spiritual power into Gu He's heart with his fingertips, "Master How is it? Is it uncomfortable?"

"I'm fine." Gu He shook his head, "It really is him!"

"Yeah!" Xiao Yi glanced back at the direction where Xuandu disappeared, "He rushed to Feiyun Palace."

"Master Gu!" Yin Jingmo rushed over holding the sword, glanced at Xiao Yi, and continued: "That person...isn't Elder Xia?"

Gu He nodded, "Such a heavy coercion, such a deep spiritual power, is far above me!"

Yin Jingmo knew it well, even the leaders of their faction couldn't handle it, how could they be ordinary people!He has never seen such a powerful person in his life!How could he be Xia Qiyue in the fusion stage!

The cultivator with a slightly higher realm stabilized his mind, helped his senior brother who had not had time to put down his sword, and faced Gu He, master and apprentice, and was extremely embarrassed for a while...

One moment ago he was on the united front with Xia Qiyue against the Demon Lord Xiao Yi; the next moment he was suddenly shocked by the spiritual power of his ally, and then found that Xiao Yi didn't tell a single lie, but it was his ally. Not a nice guy...

They looked at the direction of Feiyun Palace, and then at Master Gu He and his disciples. They only regretted that their cultivation base was a little higher, and they simply fainted from the pain like those little disciples with low realms.

"Master, let's go too!"

Xiao Yi looked in the direction of Feiyun Palace again. The realm of Xuandu is too high, and the spiritual power is profound. The group of demon cultivators he brought met him, but they were still face-to-face.

Gu He nodded, and the two left with their swords.

Outside the messy Qingluan Hall, a group of sober monks surrounded Yin Jingmo, "Master Yin, what should we do? We seem to have hit the wrong person..."

Yin Jingmo glanced at them, and said seriously: "It's not us, it's you. We Wangyue Pavilion didn't do anything just now!"

"Stop making sarcastic remarks at this time!"

One person said anxiously: "What shall we do now!"

"What else can I do?" Yin Jingmo pointed in the direction of Feiyun Palace, "Make up for it!"

Outside Feiyun Palace——

As soon as Xuandu landed on the ground, his apprentice Mo Zishu rolled over and hugged the corner of his clothes, "Master! They took a handful of silver-white awls and tore apart the barrier!"

"What?" Xuandu's face was ugly. The Fufeng Cone was brought out from Kunlun Mountains by him a few years ago. It is sharp at the top and bottom.

All these years, Fu Feng Cone has been thrown in the scripture storage pavilion, because of its ugly appearance, the disciples only regarded it as a decoration, and no one touched it, so he didn't take it to heart.

He was actually being watched!

Don't even think about it, it must be that brat Xiao Yi who did it again!

Xuandu nodded, "I know!"

Glancing at the irreparable crack in the barrier, he stepped into the barrier.

Fortunately...his mistress was still sleeping peacefully in the ice coffin, looking fresh.

Xuandu stepped forward, bit his fingertips and tapped Fairy Shaowan's eyebrows, and a steady stream of spiritual power rushed in.

After a while, he leaned over to pick him up and walked outside.

The group of useless monks outside are all sloppy, swaying non-stop, and now they have probably swayed to the opposite side.

He is not afraid of joining forces with each other, nor is he afraid of losing the mountain of no return, but he is afraid that he will consume too much spiritual power to keep fighting with others, and he will not be able to save his body for his wife.

"Master!" Seeing him coming out with someone in his arms, Mo Zishu, who was guarding the door, hurriedly followed, "Where is Master going? Is Master leaving for the mountain?"

Xuandu walked in a hurry, seeing that Xiao Yi hadn't arrived yet, he was about to leave quickly.

A hand grabbed his arm, he turned his head and saw Mo Zishu's eager face, "Master, what should I do if you are gone!"

Xuandu looked impatient, "Let go!"

Mo Zishu held onto it tightly, his face full of pitiful look of being left behind, "Master, I framed Xiao Yi before, he won't let me go!"

Xuandu slapped Mo Zishu away with his palm, allowing him to be knocked three feet away by his own palm, and fell heavily on the jagged rocky protrusion, letting out a scream.

Xuandu threw out the soft sword that was with him, and looked back at Mo Zishu who was lying on the ground, with a trace of pity in his voice, "Just say you were ordered by me, and they won't blame you."

Mo Zishu nodded hastily, "Disciple sends Master off respectfully!"

Xuandu jumped onto the soft sword and was about to leave when a Wujin long sword pierced the sky and rushed towards Fairy Shaowan in his arms.

Xuandu had no choice but to take a step back to avoid the person, that is, this retreat missed the best time to leave.

Xiao Yi and Gu He faced each other from a distance, surrounding Xuandu in the middle.

In just a split second, the monks from all the immortal sects also rushed to the Feiyun Palace with their swords.

Xiao Yi raised his hand and recalled his subordinates, "Master is in such a hurry, where are you going? The Ruins of Kunlun?"

Xuandu glanced around the monks with his cold eyes, and suddenly smiled, "The mob is overconfident!"

When everyone heard him say this, their faces became even more ugly, but what others said was true, and I still couldn't refute it!

"It's you who are looking for death!"

A pale light and shadow appeared in Xuandu's palm, everyone backed away, not knowing what he was going to do.

I saw a semi-transparent barrier appearing around Fairy Shaowan, wrapping her tightly in it.

Xuandu put the person aside, pinched his own neck with his fingertips, and tore off a layer of something as thin as silk along his ears. Looking at it against the sun, the texture was clearly visible, very much like human skin.

He casually threw the skin on the ground, tightened the corners of his mouth, and glanced at it with distaste, "I'm a bit reluctant to throw away the mask I've worn for so many years all of a sudden!"

Gu He fixed his eyes on the piece of skin that was thrown on the ground, and asked in a low voice, "Is this the face of my Senior Brother Xia?"

Xuandu smiled, diluting the solemnity on his face, "What do you think?"

"During the battle between immortals and demons, my master wasn't injured by Ji Yeyue, but you too?"

"Qing Ming..." Xuan Du raised his head, as if recalling, "That's really a good boy..."

He nodded and said bluntly, "I killed him, yes! Why... you want to avenge him? If it weren't for this little thing──"

Xuandu's chin turned towards Xiao Yi, "If you count the time, you should die too!"

He clicked his tongue softly, and said: "It's really disappointing! But today is also a good time, I will not refuse anyone who comes, let's send everyone underground... As for your low spiritual power... It's really good. It's tasteless to eat, but it's a pity to throw it away!"

"Xuandu!"

Master Nan Xing was so angry that his hands trembled because of his rampant attitude—how come there are always such rampant people in Canglang Pavilion, whether it is this Xuandu or that Xiao Yi, this attitude of looking at people with their nostrils is extremely arrogant!

"You are too..."

Before the words finished, Xuandu waved his sleeves, and a gust of wind flew by, rolling Nan Xing to the ground.

When I got up again, half of my face was swollen!

"I've endured you for a long time!" Xuandu shook his sleeves, "What are you in front of me, Canglang Pavilion!"

"You..." Nan Xing whimpered, swallowing the words in fear of Xuandu, and quietly shrank behind Yin Jingmo.

It's nothing to be scolded, but losing your life is a big deal!

He is not stupid!

Seeing this scene, many casual cultivators felt timid.

No matter how bad Nan Xing is, he is also the head of a sect, with a rare late-stage cultivation, even he has no strength to fight back against this man named Xuan Du, let alone himself!

Besides, this kind of duel between masters sounds like a housework of the Canglang Pavilion, and it has nothing to do with me!

They came to congratulate her, to make connections, not to die!

Many casual cultivators looked at each other, exchanged glances, and then left quietly.

Master Nan Xing also wanted to take the opportunity to slip away, but was glared at by Ling Quanzi, smiled embarrassedly, and stopped on the spot.

Several heads looked at each other and sent away the disciples in the door, but in the blink of an eye, apart from Xuandu, there were only four heads and two apprentices left in front of Feiyun Hall.

Xiao Yi naturally wouldn't leave. Mo Zishu looked at this and that for a while, but he didn't leave.

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