I refuse this box lunch

Fuhe took the time to complain to the person quietly, and he didn't know if the person's real body had come, but the two Nascent Souls of the Huzhi Sect couldn't hold their breath anymore.

Their status in the sect is obviously extraordinary. In terms of qualifications and means, they are not easy to use.Yuemo knew that Zhiyao was lazy and wouldn't come in person, and there were not many people under his command who could really watch, so he wanted to take advantage of the large number of people to come to the Luoying faction to take advantage of it, so that he could not only show his grandeur, but also make a name for himself. The prestige of being able to kill the Demon Sect well.

Unexpectedly, he was caught off guard by a few crazy magic eagles just after meeting each other, and finally shoveled away all the things that were in the way, and everyone knew the truth of "capture the thief first and capture the king".

Fuhe is the leader of this group of demon cultivators, and those magical weapons that suddenly became weird and powerful were all made by him. Not only did they knock down the low-level disciples of Xianmen, but also killed two Nascent Souls. Jing's face was completely lost, and all the hatred points were accumulated on him for a while.

"The witch! Dare!"

In an instant, swords, swords, shadows, and magic weapons rushed towards Fu He's position. The anger on the faces of the two immortal cultivators, one old and one middle school, had not yet dissipated. Smiling, obviously very confident in winning with one move.

After all, in their eyes, a half-step Nascent Soul is just weak after casting a spell, so what if it can be rampant for a while with the help of evil methods, and the remaining force is simply not worth mentioning.

The brilliance of the law is bright, the speed is like a gust of wind, and the force is like a shower. Yongdu and Shanyan who are a little closer are relatively resistant to beating among the demon generals. Burnt.

This time it is the turn of the Demon Gate to find teeth all over the place.

The wrinkled skin demon brothers not only looked for the teeth, but also rolled to find the teeth, and even bumped into each other while rolling.

"Where is my tooth? Where did it fall!"

"My head, brother, watch your way!"

"Xianxiu is calling, calling!"

"Dharma protector, help, help!"

With Fuhe as the center, the flames and flames swayed in a circle, rushing to the outside and never returning. He was the only one standing on the spot intact, his clothes moved slightly, and his eyes were squinted.

All spells and fights outside the spirit shield can't get close to Fu He's body. Occasionally, he caught a glimpse of the wrinkled skin demon brothers sneaking into the crowd of immortals while arguing, and even flicked a candle incense at the right time to confuse the audience.

The attack from outside couldn't get in, but he was able to throw some interesting tricks on the faces of the two immortals who were a lot older but still kept going.

"Itching Candle", "Thousands of Insects Candle", "Happy Candle".

What to use for grinding, what to use to irritate people.

The more frustrated they are, the more they want to vent their anger on Fuhe. After one magic weapon is detonated, there will be another one, and after one move is used up, they can accumulate momentum again. They don't believe that he can hide in the spirit shield for a lifetime.

The middle-aged Xianxiu said: "Gu Daoyou, you and I work together again, this witch's method is so weird."

The elderly Xianxiu said: "Okay! The people in the Demon Sect are full of cunning, wait for you and me to capture all the demon heads here alive, and clean up the cultivation world!"

The ambition to slay demons is simply lamentable.

The aura of each magic weapon faded away, and the only purpose seemed to be to let Fu He see the wealth and power of Huzhimen.

Co-authoring them is not short of mines.

So, when people get old, they tend to become confused, and they always do the same thing repeatedly stubbornly, but they don't believe in evil.

But the truth is, as long as Fuhe stands still in this chilly cold cover circle, he will be unharmed.Without talismans and formations, the spirit shield cannot be born out of thin air.

So, "he" came after all.

I don't know what kind of bond the two will have in this world.

But it seems that their bond has long been formed, but they don't know when and where it started.

There was no sound in the wind, one middle, one old, and two immortal cultivators were fighting vigorously. Suddenly, a wisp of black smoke like a living thing appeared on their faces, and it penetrated into the skin in an instant and disappeared. The next moment, their eyelids twitched and attacked The target becomes the Huzhimen of the same camp.

"Old man Gu! You are not greedy enough to swallow an elephant. You want to marry my daughter and become your mother's dream!"

Lei Guangjian turned abruptly, slashing past without mercy.

"Mr. Liu! You are able to make it this far on the road of cultivation, thanks to my enlightenment at the beginning, you ungrateful bastard!"

Zi Fuchen spun upright, blew himself up and greeted the other side.

While beating and cursing, all the disciples uttered obscenities, all the disciples were very puzzled, they thought it was the two elders of the sect who broke out and fought fiercely, and no one dared to go up to stop them for a while.

Those who are a little closer will directly harm the fish in the pond.

The middle-aged Xianxiu looked crazy, clawed at a young man with five fingers, and said with a grinning smile: "Your surname is Zhang, the old man sees that you have very good aptitude, and I have long wanted to borrow it for you!"

The old Xianxiu's cheeks were flushed, and he shamelessly stopped a girl from the Xianmen, with a lustful face, and laughed wildly: "You are the head disciple of the Luoying Sect, you are so handsome!"

The war was in chaos, the ugliness was full, it was simply a good show.

The Luoying Sect is indeed mostly female cultivators, and even the Demon Sect just took a mine and left without coveting, but was first targeted by this glamorous old man outside.

A group of small immortal sects who only built foundations and refined Qi, and didn't even produce two golden pills, couldn't stand the power of the Nascent Soul. For a while, half of the people around the female cultivator took a step back, obviously showing a cold-eyed attitude.

The development of the matter deviated too much from the original line.

Fuhe glanced at the red-clothed girl, who had suppressed the panic expression on her face and looked solemnly at the coming person, thinking that all the memories he received came from the perspective of the original data, and he really did not expect that the people in the fairy gate One or two have such a saying of hiding evil people and practices.

This Huzhimen seems to be very interesting.

The two parties who were simply confronting each other had changed, and Fuhe stood aside and watched the excitement with ease.

The cultivation world is very strange, some people are cold as iron, and naturally there are others who are chivalrous.

There are beauties, who would risk their lives to save them and show their true qualities as heroes, infatuated and courageous.

"Interesting?" A voice from Chi Chi suddenly said.

Fuhe looked ahead, raised the corners of his lips, "It's okay."

"Are you still watching?"

"I don't want to watch it." He smiled lightly, turned his eyes away from the crowd not far away, and turned to walk around him, "Just let me see you."

Considering that the man might not want to show his face outside casually, he added thoughtfully, "There are a lot of people here, let's go."

Without a single pause, an indifferent voice replied: "Okay."

The benefits of high cultivation are reflected here.

Come when you want, leave when you want.Come without a shadow, go without a trace.

Jomo is a way to shrink the ground into inches. Fuhe only felt that he was being lifted up by a force, which was extremely light. All the sounds and pictures turned into colorful streamers and spread behind him, and he was getting farther and farther away.

When Fuhe eloped with someone, he suddenly found out his conscience, and hurriedly gave an order to a group of subordinates who didn't know the truth, "I'm done here, go back!"

Dating Dating Dating!

Rush!

There are quite a lot of places with beautiful mountains and clear waters in the Tianxian Continent, and there are also many places that are secluded and open.

For example, in front of you, there are small bridges and flowing water, gates and alleys are empty, and there are clusters of narrow houses not far away, but there are no people.

"here it is……"

As soon as he turned his face, Wu Luan's bland and elegant black clothes had disappeared to hide him, and his picturesque eyebrows were directly caught in Fu He's eyes... It was really eye-washing.

"It's Jiang Rongdao."

No matter what the name of this road is, there is still no traffic control in Fuhe, his eyes are bright, the corners of his mouth can't help but his brows slanted, "What are you practicing, you're amazing, teach me."

In fact, it is no different from the old chatterer who was in a state of confusion and flirted with female nuns just now.

Wu Luan rolled her eyes and looked at him intently. There seemed to be some kind of deep and unspeakable oldness in her thick black pupils.

I saw the light-colored thin lips opening and closing up and down, and said slowly: "When you reach the stage of distraction, you will learn it as soon as you learn it."

"You teach me?" Must be sure.

"I'll teach you." It's like a promise.

Fuhe exhaled slowly, took a few steps to the side, and smiled relievedly: "It sounds good to have the devil emperor as the master."

Wu Luan stood quietly, without denying it.

Thinking that the original data had never even seen the real face of the devil emperor, and that a vague back figure could still imagine a battle between good and evil, Fu He felt that the quality of his undercover agent was really not good enough.

He looked around the so-called Jiang Rongdao, guessing that this is a mortal town that has just turned from prosperity to ruin in the past few months, and all the traces of life are still preserved in an orderly manner. Asked: "□□How long can it last?"

Wu Luan was seldom talkative, but he always had a good temper when facing Fu He, always answering every question and responding to every request: "It's okay, half a day is enough."

"Does Houya still have unfinished business?" What's more, he is also a devil emperor.

Wu Luan shook his head.

There seems to be more than one.

Fuhe raised his eyebrows: "Then you will accompany your subordinates to stroll here?"

But Wu Luan suddenly paused, looked down at him and said softly, "Just call me by my name."

Of course, Fuhe followed the good: "Wu Luan." He stroked his hair, took off the cumbersome hair accessories, and kept the heavy clothes simple, "This Jiang Rongdao person doesn't seem to have left because he was harassed by our demon sect. "

His position has always been very clear.Whoever treats him well will be on his side.As for Fengyuanzong, it's hard to say whether the people there still recognize him as the young suzerain.

In the Tianxian Continent, although there are not a few mortals persecuted by demon cultivators and exiled, they are not so empty. If they are dumped by others for nothing, it depends on their mood.

Wu Luan's footsteps moved accordingly, and upon hearing the words, he didn't look at the villages and towns in front of him, and only said: "Since you have doubts, you can find out when you check."

Fowler was indeed skeptical.Most of the monsters are poor and poor. If they really attack the town, can they be so clean?

After wandering around, they quickly found that there was only half a bowl of porridge in the room, half-folded clothes, and a lot of troughs and hay in the poultry pen... Some families seemed to be just getting up in the morning , only opened the door halfway.

"Is this taking away the chickens, ducks, pigs and cattle?" After some analysis, Fuhe imagined a spring rural scene with just the morning light in his mind, and roughly came to a conclusion in his heart:

"All the people here disappeared suddenly."

Otherwise, the sudden stop of all work and rest cannot be explained.It's too late, the clothes are soft and not at all, and the soup is not spilled at all, it is absolutely impossible.

He simply expressed his doubts: "Which method can achieve this level?"

If the estimates are good, this is still the jurisdiction of the Immortal Sect. If the Demon Sect can really cover the sky so rampantly, there will be no immortal cultivators in the entire continent jumping around so happily.

"Not a spell."

After a while, Wu Luan answered Fuhe's question.

"what is that?"

The man tilted his head slightly, and flicked his sleeves lightly, as if sweeping away the invisible sundries beside him: "It's an evil spirit born of resentment in the world."

Fuhe thought it through: "It's the same as those evil spirits on the back cliff..."

Without saying a word, a great change suddenly occurred, and the boundless black mist surged from the ground in all directions. The day turned into night in an instant, and countless resentful spirits cried together, sending out a bone-shaking mourning that shook the sky and the earth.

Fuhe's last sense was being hugged tightly by Wu Luan who was at the side, and bumped into a cold embrace.

His nerves were irritated to the point of death, and he still had time to think: Is this person made of jade or ice?

The author has something to say: Thank you for your support and company!

This world is the last one, and the rhythm will not be too slow, although it seems a bit slow now.