I'm doing business in the Shura field [Rebirth]

Fang Qinghong raised his head subconsciously and called out: "Help..."

The moment Shenniao turned around, the words stopped abruptly.

The bright purple feathers under the moonlight, the clear and soft eyes, are purple.The light in Fang Qinghong's eyes dimmed like a candle that was extinguished by the wind.

"It's you." The ancestor of the Liu family said.

"The remnants of the Phoenix Emperor, with your shaky vitality, how dare you stop me?"

When he said this, the old man's eyebrows stood up, looking very sharp.He didn't panic in the face of the incarnation of the real fairy at all, but his eyes burst out with astonishing enthusiasm.

With the rising momentum, the pressure on Fang Qinghong and Jiang Zi became heavier and heavier.

But when he unleashed the coercion of Sanxian indiscriminately, he didn't consider his own people.

Seeing the distracted Zhenjun behind him, Yuan Tai couldn't help vomiting blood even in the enchantment he and Yuan Hong jointly arranged.Yuan Tai couldn't help but say, "Old Ancestor..."

As soon as he uttered two words, the old man flicked his sleeves and waved them far away. "Things that are in the way, get out of the way."

On the other side, Fang Qinghong also recovered his composure. He stood up against the pressure, while stroking the stiff neck of the bird, comforting softly: "It's okay, I'm still here."

Jiang Zi turned her head and called out to him twice.

Fang Qinghong rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "This is the first time we fought side by side, let's take him as a souvenir, okay?"

Jiang Zi became more and more happy, and gave two loud cries, much louder than before.

Fang Qinghong withdrew his gaze, stared intently at the old man's condition, and then patted the back of the neck: "Up." Then he jumped down and went straight to the ancestor of the Liu family!

The young man who always only knew how to move forward, but never looked back, did not see the instantly softened gaze when Mianzi stared at his back.Like a lost sea, it hides the treasure-like Treasure Island and the bottomless love.

On the other side, the old man sacrificed his magical weapon—a circle of blood droplets covered with sharp fangs.

"Blood fiend, go!"

Immediately, the high-speed rotating blood droplets all over the sky turned into images, enveloping a person and a bird.

Fang Qinghong's face sank like water, his hands quickly formed seals, and the Zhuxian Sword Formation was completed.

The Five Elements of Thunder and Water, it almost doesn't need Fang Qinghong's teaching, it opens its mouth and spits out several bolts of thunder light, which attach to the condensed sword energy.

Crackling electric arcs flickered, and the 49 small swords, led by the four giant swords, continued to meet the oppressive blood drops, making a crisp sound like a clash of gold and jade.

Fang Qinghong stepped on a half-withered leaf, his whole body was as light as weightless, he only touched the tiny area of ​​the fallen leaf with his toes, and used it as a fulcrum to shuttle between the sword energy and the blood wheel.

He raised his head and yelled at Dianji who had finished using his big move: "Jiangzi, pray for rain!"

When the latter heard the sound, he rushed to the sky immediately, and his cry resounded throughout the world.

"Boom."

"Boom."

Dark clouds gathered, thunder and lightning flashed, and soon it rained heavily.

And the electric current is stained with the pervasive rainwater, forming a dense and dense net, covering the whole old man.Wherever the rain passes, the electric current goes hand in hand.

The whole set is completed in an instant with the smooth flow of water.

The state of the old man is very strange. Although he claims to be a Sanxian, he actually does not have the real strength of a Sanxian.

In other words, most of the time, in order to continue his life, he deliberately maintains his state in the state of Mahayana Dzogchen to avoid excessive consumption.

Only when facing a strong enemy, will the restriction be released and the power of Sanxian will be used.

This also means that he can't afford it.When the true energy is almost exhausted, it is necessary to return to the Mahayana realm.

And a Mahayana Dzogchen is more hopeful than a Sanxian.

Seeing that the two, in his eyes, were nothing more than mere ants, they combined to have such great power, the old man laughed angrily.He stared gloomily at the person opposite, his arms hanging down naturally.

Then, under Fang Qinghong's dignified gaze, the jet-black mantra overflowed from his sleeves, flew in all directions, and polluted the rainwater in reverse.Then it was conducted by rainwater, which corroded the thunder and lightning, and fought with the sword energy formed by the youth's yin and yang forces.

He stared at the bird, and said sharply: "It's just a ray of energy from him..."

The ancestor of the Liu family and Fuyao changed places, but their identities were completely lost.

The person who had killed him fell into a deep sleep, while the person who was about to die lived happily.

Fang Qinghong grimaced: "It's enough to take your life!"

In an instant, he and Jiang Zi's spirit of sharing the same hatred and hatred was connected together in the dark.The subsequent cooperation between the two parties was like a tacit understanding, Fang Qinghong didn't need to speak, Jiang Zi knew what to do.

Seeing that the spreading curse was about to go back to its source, and the tormented bird had always shielded him from the wind and rain, Fang Qinghong's vision suddenly appeared in front of him.

The half of the body of the man sitting cross-legged in the Nirvana nest was pitch-black, and the scene of his life hanging by a thread is vivid in my mind.

The young man's aura suddenly rose, and the black and white qi in his right hand twisted and rotated. Under the control of the mantra, a Tai Chi sword was developed, and before the old man stretched out his hand to grab Jiang Zi's throat, it pierced straight into his chest!

The moment the Tai Chi sword entered the body, it turned back into a black and white double dragon, with the head and the tail intertwined, constantly revolving around the old man's heart.The curse with his heart as its host suddenly let out a miserable scream, and then struggled hard.

The old man's limbs twitched, his body was turned upside down, and he spit out two mouthfuls of black blood from time to time—even the blood vessels were completely polluted.

Fang Qinghong's face was expressionless.

Sure enough, it was the 'evil force' in his body that was supporting him, providing him with true energy and prolonging his lifespan.

In order to preserve his life, the ancestor of the Liu family handed over control of his body in a disguised form.

After all, he lost to the demon and became a puppet of desire.

Because of this, Fang Qinghong's yin and yang power can restrain him.If he was willing to rely on himself and not rely on the convenience of external things, he would not have left such a big opening, and Fang Qinghong's sword might not be able to cause such great damage.

It's really a curse for success, and a curse for failure.

"True Monarch, avoid it!"

Before she finished speaking, Jiang Zi swooped in, opened her mouth and spit out a huge thunder ball!

The moment Fang Qinghong evaded, the thunder ball enveloped the old man, and then, there was only a loud "boom", the exploding light group burst out with amazing energy, and even triggered a spiritual explosion within a thousand miles.

In the center of the light cluster, the old man whose body was tattered and being gradually eaten away before he died, his dilated pupils reflected a pair of majestic and cold eyes.

The gentle and graceful spirit bird that was originally overflowing with immortality seemed to have completely changed its appearance. It was high above, staring at him mercilessly as if overlooking an ant.

The old man opened his mouth and let out a "ho...ho..." sound from his throat.

His expression was like seeing a ghost, with surprise and unbelievable fear, annihilated in the thunder.Until his death, he couldn't express his conjecture.

When the weather calmed down and everything was over, Fang Qinghong flew over from afar.

At this moment, the ground under his feet was already thousands of miles away, with pits and hollows exposed on the rocks, and all the vegetation was evaporated by the blow just now.

Crimson Zi's body fell from a high altitude, gradually shrunk, and when it fell into Fang Qinghong's hands, it had already changed back to the size of a palm.

At this time, it was lying on its last breath, looking at him without blinking with its eyes that could only be opened slits.

The meaningful gaze made Fang Qinghong's heart tremble.

When he was about to blurt out the name in his heart, Dianzi was exhausted and closed his eyes.

The light disappeared.

Fang Qinghong couldn't help feeling lost, turned around and hugged Jiang Zi, and left the battlefield before the pursuers arrived.

Along the way, his heart was in turmoil. Those emotions that had been suppressed deeper, and then this opportunity spewed out, rampaging in his mind.

Young people ask themselves over and over again:

Is this missing?

It turns out that you always appear in my mind, because I miss you.

He pressed his chest, as if crying and laughing.It turns out that when I miss people, my heart will be so sore and full.

The wind brushed his cheeks and whistled in his ears.

Fang Qinghong lowered his eyes and murmured: "What's the matter, the feelings you taught me are all such heavy things."

Overnight, the news that Fang Qinghong attacked Kunlun Mountain at night and rescued all his fellow disciples spread as quickly as if he had grown wings.In the city under the jurisdiction of Kunlun Palace, no matter the monks who had stopped in the past or the disciples of their own sect, they were all talking about it.

The former didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, and was ready to move in order to offer a reward; the latter was filled with righteous indignation, wandering around every corner of the city without sleep, trying to dig three feet out of the ground to dig people out.

Every city has opened its barriers, and the Kunlun Palace has changed from the quiet and peaceful style of the past years, and set down a rule domineeringly: no one can leave the city without Liu Fengsheng's oral order.

Of course, there were also monks who relied on their status and did not believe in evil. They wanted to force their way in, but they were directly beaten down by the elders of the Kunlun Palace who were guarding the city wall like door gods.

Those who protested and mixed in the crowd trying to stir up emotions were taken away one by one, and they were locked up somewhere.

This resolute and unquestionable method finally scared everyone.Surrounding the base of the city wall, the monks who planned to take advantage of the chaos to get out were silent, their faces full of gloom.

People died for money, and birds died for food. Many of them came here for the ghost king of Lingyun Mountain.

Passing by the bustling city of comprehension, I stopped by to find some magical treasures and supplies of elixir, so as to prepare for the next fierce battle.

The result is good now, there is no way out, and there is no chance for people to die.

This group of unhappy monks who were driven into the city by the Kunlun Palace secretly slandered: Do they think that there are too many people going to Lingyun Mountain, and they want to take the opportunity to eliminate some people, but fortunately, there are fewer opponents in Lingyun Mountain.

After all, the Hehuan Sect in the Southern Territory had been sealed off early, and there were fewer people. Isn't the Ghost King's secret collection distributed according to their several sects?

Inside the inn, Jing Hong was also so anxious that his head was smoking, he quickly issued a summons to all those who wandered outside.

A strong dragon does not overwhelm a local snake, Wendao Pavilion is based in the central region, and it can't speak in the western region, not to mention that the Kunlun Palace is not an ordinary local snake, it is a local dragon...

Facing such a colossal monster, even ten Wendao Pavilions are not enough to see it.

But if he couldn't join the big army, wouldn't his mission fail?

Jing Hong sat in the tea room on the second floor, looked at the gate of the inn and sighed, raising his head from time to time to see if his people had returned.

Their inn was close to the city wall, and the monks who were stopped in a hurry to leave the city had nowhere to go, and they were unwilling to go too far, so they all ran here.As a result, the inn, which has always been deserted because of its corners and corners, was overcrowded and extremely lively.

If he didn't live in the store, he would not have such a good position if he came early.

Seeing the people coming back one after another, Kong Kong, who was sitting next to him, snapped his fingers to figure out who was missing, "...Well, hasn't Yunhu come back yet? It seems that he is missing."

Jing Hong groaned, and said anxiously: "There are so many masters in the city, if he encounters any troubles as a Nascent Soul, he will be fine."

Kongkong frowned and thought: "It's not dangerous. Didn't the Peach Blossom Sword show up? Martial law is everywhere. I just hope that he will come back quickly when he hears the news, so that he won't get into any trouble and be arrested. Then we It’s really too much and not enough.”

Jing Hong let out a long sigh: "This Peach Blossom Sword is really good at timing."

Kong Kong also sighed with emotion: "If you don't come early or late, they will catch a turtle in their urn, and they will bring us all in."

The two shook their heads in unison, wailing and wailing about bad luck.

While talking, a person turned around the corner of the street, and Shi Shiran walked towards the inn.