lure way

His uncle!What a pity!Cang Hong cursed secretly, and fled with difficulty, blood dripping from his back, dripping onto the vegetation in the forest.He used the fastest speed, but those Bailingshan disciples were chasing after him, and suddenly he heard one of the men shout:

"Monster hunting array!"

In an instant, more than a dozen long swords were seen soaring into the sky, circling in the air to form a semicircular mask, and cast down Canghong's head like a giant net.

"laugh……"

Canghong pointed his sword at the sky, and the tip of the sword violently melted through the mask, bringing out a dazzling spark and making an extremely ear-piercing sound. The sound wave spread out, as if the sound of a demon filled the ears, trying to pierce the eardrum of a person, As domineering as it enters the brain.

Those Bailing Mountain disciples covered their ears with their hands, and lay limp on the ground in pain, wailing to the sky.

"Ah! What kind of sorcery is this! My head hurts! It hurts like hell!"

"This is the magic sound technique! The magic sound technique, stabbing any object with a sword, can make a magic sound, making people lose the ability to resist! Everyone, close your hearing!"

A young man with a slightly higher cultivation base barely stood up and said.

The flying swords in the monster hunting formation kept piercing, and the range of light waves was getting smaller and smaller, but Cang Hong was getting more and more powerless, and he was cut through his shoulder by a sword without paying attention. He could hardly even hold the sword.

Those Bailing Mountain disciples closed their sense of hearing, and caught up safely, surrounded Cang Hong in the formation, and cast spells to speed up the speed of the flying swords in the formation.

Cang Hong heard the whistling sound of sword qi in his ear, held his breath to observe the movement trajectories of those flying swords, suddenly stretched out his hand to grab one of the swords in the air, and the other flying swords flew past his arms, Numerous scars were left behind, and blood flowed suddenly.But Cang Hong didn't care, the corners of his lips curled up, and he looked at the audience with an evil smile, and suddenly raised the sword to face the flying sword and slashed back.

"boom……"

The mask immediately burst, and the shock wave spread like a sea tide, carrying the broken front and broken sword and shooting out randomly.

"Not good! Hurry up!"

The disciples of Bailing Mountain evacuated one after another, and those who ran slowly were knocked unconscious by the flying debris. Cang Hong no longer wanted to fight, and fled away dragging his scarred body Yu Jian.

Covered by the jungle in front, the smoky place is the holy spring. This place is Canghong's territory, and there are many barriers, and Bailingshan disciples cannot enter.Only then did Canghong stop his steps and rest.

The things in front of him were blurry, coupled with the smog, which made Cang Hong, who was seriously injured on the ground, drowsy, but the pain all over his body tightly pulled his consciousness, preventing him from closing his eyes and resting.

Half an hour has come, Ling Mochen must have unlocked the spirit-binding lock!Although he had warned and threatened Ling Mochen not to rescue Mu Cunfeng, he was still faintly worried.

He shook his head, the matter has come to this point, it's useless to think too much, it's better to deal with the wound first, and go to the king to plead guilty.

Whether this half hour is long or short, Ling Mochen thinks it is the most difficult time in his life.

"Snapped……"

Following the opening of the spirit-binding lock, Ling Mochen angrily threw the chain on the ground in disgust.

At this moment, Ling Mochen's whole body seemed to be surrounded by black evil spirits. He formed seals with both hands, and the "Dragon Scale Sword" hidden by Gong Loujue sensed the master's call, and broke out with excitement, flying around Ling Mochen. After going around three times, he was obediently held by Ling Mochen.

"It made you suffer."

Ling Mochen caressed the blade of the sword, and the Dragonscale Sword hummed as if acting coquettishly, and suddenly broke free from Ling Mochen's hand, ran under the bed, brought out a whip, and flew in front of Ling Mochen as if asking for credit.

It was Mu Cunfeng's weapon "Phoenix Feather Whip". This whip was brought back to the palace by Gong Loujue last time.

"well done."

Ling Mochen twitched the corner of his mouth faintly, which was regarded as a smile of approval. He held the hilt of the sword again, and put the Phoenix Feather Whip into his sleeve pocket.

The extravagant soul-supporting couch suddenly jumped into view, and it carried his shame here. Gong Loujue once crushed his dignity to pieces on this couch.

The next moment, a group of ice flames appeared on his palm.

"Gone away..."

As soon as the words fell, Ling Mochen slapped the ice flames in his hands towards the soul-supporting couch, and only heard "Huh...", the flames immediately engulfed the entire bed, burning blazingly, and the white smoke soon diffused, and the flames quickly spread out. Burning, as if to destroy everything.

"It's not good! It's on fire!"

"It's not good! The king's bedroom is on fire!"

…………

"It's on fire! Exorcist... The exorcist has come out!" The demon king's palace exploded in an instant, and the little demons fled in panic.

The ice flames are no different from ordinary flames. The flames engulfed the entire demon king's bedroom in a flash, and the blue flames spread wildly, even illuminating the gloomy sky.

Ling Mochen held his sword, frowned and looked cold, his slender and steady body came out from the flames, and the little monsters who were about to fight the fire were frightened and ran away screaming and rolling.

For a moment, the crackling of flames, screams, and cries for help came and went in chaos.

Ling Mochen wanted to escape wholeheartedly, so he continued walking with big strides, and those little monsters fled quickly not far from him.

"Ouch!"

Suddenly at this moment, a child was tripped and fell to the ground, crying loudly, "Father... where are you, father, woooo... The big villain burned our house! Woooo..."

The little boy rubbed his eyes with tears, and suddenly saw a pair of white boots in front of him. He hurriedly looked up, only to see Ling Mochen looking at him expressionlessly.

Isn't this a little raccoon?A picture popped up in Ling Mochen's mind: a young boy with a thick head and a tiger head, with a cute naive look, but holding a golden spear, the spear point is facing him directly, looking like a mature young man.

But at this time, the little raccoon was frightened into silence, his eyes were full of horror, the person in front of him was a demon exorcist, his small body began to tremble, and he even forgot to run away.

"Walk."

Ling Mochen frowned faintly, opened his mouth coldly, but only said one word.

"Wow woo woo..."

The little raccoon was frightened by this low-pitched reprimand, which was not considered vicious, and burst into tears. He quickly got up, and ran away with his short legs.

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Ling Mochen was noncommittal, and continued to walk forward. Behind him was a raging blue flame burning. The magnificent palace, exotic flowers and plants, towering ancient trees, and beautiful scenery within a hundred miles of the palace were all burned and reduced to ashes...

Jun Lian was also alarmed by this great change, and quickly gathered people to fight the fire, and had no time to pursue Ling Mochen.

The fire continued, but Qianxun Palace was safe and sound, because there was an enchantment set up by Gong Loujue to imprison Murong Yu and Yun Chuxiao.

Looking at the ice-blue flames in the distance, Yun Chuxiao hastily called out:

"Look modestly! Isn't that the ice flame from my elder brother? He must have escaped..."

Speaking of the latter, Yun Chuxiao was a little frustrated.

Now, he has learned of his life experience, and he is a brother related to Ling Mochen by blood.

But their relationship was too embarrassing.Their father Ling Fan was treated like Wenxu back then, Ling Mochen would definitely regard Wenxu as an enemy, but Yun Chuxiao was Wenxu's son.

"Brother..." Yun Chuxiao wanted to call out loudly, but finally lowered his voice so that it was inaudible.

Faced with the former mentor who became an enemy, and then the enemy's son, will the eldest brother accept himself?Yun Chuxiao felt uneasy in his heart, and finally shut up.

"Yun Xuan..." Murong Xuan called out in a low voice, looking at the dark blue flames flying all over the sky in the distance, she took Yun Chuxiao into her arms.

"Brother...he definitely doesn't want to see me." Yun Chuxiao lowered her head and said in a deep voice.

"Why? Don't think about it, he didn't know that we were under house arrest, so he fled alone." Murong Xuan comforted.

"Hmm..." Yun Chuxiao nodded sullenly, with a look of fear still on his face, Murong Xuan forced a smile to appease Yun Chuxiao's depressed mood, patted him on the shoulder, and said:

"Fool, there is me! Although this enchantment is complicated, it is not difficult for me. Now with the help of ice flames, I will be able to break this enchantment in less than an hour. Senior brother, this fire is brilliant !"