Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

Ordinary people can't see the magic power, so naturally they can't see the strange shape of the palace from top to bottom.

It seems that there is a majestic black magic circle, circling around the entire palace, extremely gloomy, seeping into the ground and mud.

Moxiu finally showed up.

He raised his hand, and the light of the formation faintly appeared in the palm. The light was gloomy, like a dark light flickering in a cave, shining on Wang Fugui's pig-headed face.

Cheng Yuzhi's feet trembled, he casually supported Gu Yan's arm, and asked doubtfully, "An earthquake?"

Gu Yan shook his head and helped him steady: "No, it should be that the formation has been activated."

In the spiritual consciousness, all the people in the palace who were fed by the formation had swollen skin and flesh, and soon swelled into a "spiritual power bag" that could not see the facial features clearly.

And Wang Fugui was the one who was most affected.

He woke up moaning, only to find to his horror that he couldn't even roll over.

It was as if a hole had been dug under the skin all over his body, someone kept inflating it, his eyes rolled up, his mouth was drooling, and tears flowed out of pain.

"Ah, ah..."

Moxiu, who was standing by his bed, looked him up and down, with a satisfied and dissatisfied expression.

"Inferior oily skin and flesh can also produce good spiritual power," he said to himself.

Wang Fugui finally saw clearly the appearance of the person beside the bed.

He had completely lost the strength to summon his servants, and his swollen cheeks almost completely blocked his vision of looking down.

He reluctantly said: "You... who are you..."

Moxiu pulled out the knife, which was shining silver, as if it had been specially made.

Wang Fugui: "Ah!!!"

The tip of the small knife was facing his chest, like cutting a piece of tofu, it easily cut a hole.

But there was no blood, the mass was so thick that the naked eye could see light blue spiritual power gushing from the wound, followed by the polluted pitch black blood.

He couldn't feel any pain, but Wang Fugui was so frightened that he spit out feces and urine, burst into tears, couldn't move, his muscles trembled to the point of convulsions.

Not knowing where to gather the energy, he cried out in despair:

"Immortal Master—"

The snow-white sword light came from the sky, and cut off the sharpest lower part of the knife in Moxiu's hand.

The half-cut blade fell to Wang Fugui's chest, and there was a slight slapping sound, which finally knocked the frightened Wang Fugui unconscious.

The demon cultivator frowned: "Xianxiu?!"

Quickly released his spiritual consciousness to sweep across the entire mansion, and to the front of the house, he saw a young Xianxiu in a snow coat with dark patterns standing there with his hands behind his back. He didn't hold a sword on his hands or waist, and had long hair below his waist, looking plain Unsurprisingly, he stood there without any movement.

Moxiu released his consciousness and rushed towards him!

However, the expected result did not appear.

There was a sharp pain on his forehead, he yelled in pain, and bent over in pain!

Cheng Yuzhi was walking behind him, and was about to transfer Master Wang away when he was startled by Moxiu's movement.

Could it be that Gu Yan's spiritual consciousness was so strong that it swept through the realm below the Nascent Soul?

Before he could think about it, the demon cultivator had already jumped out of the window, facing Gu Yan head-on.

He wiped the corners of his bleeding lips, and the glowing formation in his palm vaguely emerged, and finally disappeared under the skin.

Moxiu said: "I really didn't expect that there would be Yuanying Daojun willing to chase and kill me, this little Golden Core Moxiu."

He had murderous intent on his face, but he was not afraid of this so-called "Yuanying Taoist Lord", he must have something to rely on.

Gu Yan glanced at him and found that his cultivation base was unstable, and he seemed to have signs of forming a magic baby.

He calmly said: "It takes at least a hundred people to reach this late stage of Golden Core."

Moxiu: "Yes, as long as I refine the people in this house, I can break through the Nascent Soul! Why are you blocking my way at this time!"

Gu Yan shook his head: "The way of eating people..."

Moxiu suddenly raised his voice: "It's eating spiritual power!"

What's the difference?

Cheng Yunzhi listened to their conversation, and quietly moved Master Wang to a guest room away from the battlefield.

With a bang, the heavy object fell off the bed, he held his breath, straightened up and beat his sore arm.

After thinking about it, Xuankong put his palm on top of Master Wang's head, giving him some spiritual power to save his life.

Over there, Moxiu had already fought against Gu Yan. He discarded the knife that had been cut off in half, and took out a long thorn that had been quenched with poison from his bosom, and stabbed it at the vital point.

In comparison, Gu Yan looks much shabby.

He didn't have anything in his hands, and walked back and forth a few steps with his hands behind his back, easily defusing Moxiu's menacing offensive.

The hem of the robe is ethereal, and if you fiddle with it twice like a cat scratching a mouse, you will get tired of interest.

Unexpectedly, the demon cultivator's attack was fake, but his escape was real. Seeing that Gu Yan had no intention of attacking, the magic power in the spirit veins melted into mist, and black smoke came out.

If you twist your body, you will disappear in place!

He appeared to be attacking fiercely, but in fact he had already found a way out.

He has seen quite a few of this kind of Nascent Soul Taoist Lord, and his heart is full of arrogance, thinking that the Demon Cultivator of the Golden Core Stage must be in the palm of his hand and let him play around.

However, no one knew that he possessed a secret technique, so he could easily escape from the Daoism of Yuan Yingqi, and even turned around to counter the opponent.

There was an indistinct smile on the corner of Moxiu's lips, but it was a pity that he couldn't take a pork back to enjoy.

What's more, he came to look for his junior brother this time, but he couldn't find anyone, so he was a little confused... Just as he was about to activate the secret method to escape, he suddenly found himself unable to move.

He fell to the ground, his pupils reflected the reflection of the dark lines on the hem of the snow suit.

Before he died, he only felt the huge coercion, which was pressed down from the top of his head, and he almost wanted to crush his sky spirit cover directly.

There is no intention of escaping, and there is no desire to resist.

Trembling with trembling, bleeding from the seven orifices, he was easily knocked out of consciousness without even seeing the other party take a weapon.

The meridians were shattered inch by inch, and the magic baby that was about to form roared out of his golden core, and was held firmly in the palm of Mr. Xueyi's hand.

The magic baby screamed.

After looking at it inexplicably for a while, he crushed it to death.

Cheng Yunzhi poked his head out from behind: "A Yan, is it resolved?"

Gu Yan turned around and nodded: "It's resolved."

Mr. Cheng rushed out quickly, and picked up the fallen Moxiu with a branch, and he died.

He threw away the branch: "I saw you retreating again and again, thinking that this demon cultivator is so strong that even Daoist Yuan Ying couldn't kill him face to face."

Without a trace, Gu Yan glanced at the corpse on the ground.

He turned back and said, "He has a secret method to restrain Yuanying Daoxiu from escaping, so he is slow."

Cheng Yuzhi said casually: "A Yan, you are not a sword repairer? Why haven't I seen you wielding a sword?"

Gu Yan, who was walking in front, paused, turned his head calmly and said, "The sword is not by my side."

"Sword cultivator doesn't have a sword?" Cheng Yunzhi smiled in surprise, this outrageous level is the same as a blind man not wearing a cane.

Gu Yan turned his eyes away: "Well...Some accidents happened, and they are being cultivated in the cave."

Cheng Yunzhi moved the people from the Wangfu who were the most under control to the open space, and frowned as he looked at them.

Gu Yan looked at it: "Affected by the formation, it may be difficult for them to return to life."

Cheng Yunzhi said: "What a vicious formation."

The innate spiritual power of these ordinary people swelled under the action of the formation, and now it broke through the limitation of flesh and blood, spread wantonly, and destroyed the original "host" beyond human form.

Basically, it can't be saved, unless it is suspended with a panacea.

He commented and shook his head.

At this moment, only the dark red blood flowed out from the back of Moxiu's head, a thin strip, staining the cracks of the floor tiles red, spreading far away like a spider's web.

Wang Fugui did not expect that he was still alive.

When he woke up from a coma, he found that his hands were hurting and his head was hurting, and there was no place on his body that didn't hurt.

A pair of big eyes flashed in front of him, Wang Fugui's vision was blurred, and he screamed, after shaking for a long time, he found that it was the two lights above his head.

Trembling, he touched the side of the bed, and found himself lying on the edge of the bed in a certain guest room with one hand.

"Immortal Master, Immortal Master..."

He remembered in a trance that those two immortal masters who were not optimistic had saved his life.

Wang Fugui supported the bedpost, staggered up, pushed open the door and called out to the servants: "Tao Hong, change my clothes, I want to thank the two immortal masters—"

His words got stuck in the middle.

It was just dawn, and the immortal master stood in the open space in front of the court, hunting around in his robes.

The long black-haired young man was wrapped in his unchanged snow green robe, squatting on the ground and rolled up his sleeves, pinching the chin of the corpse on the ground with two fingers, looking back and forth.

The morning light was subtle, outlining his fair side face and fluttering long eyelashes.

Young Master Xueyi was beside him, his hands were naturally hanging down, standing in an unremarkable manner.

Wang Fugui saw the yard full of dead people... no, his servants and relatives who had died all over the yard were lying quietly in the open space.

There were no signs of destruction or scars, they were curled up like blown balloons.

If there is no immortal master to take action, these mortals who are filled with the aura of the formation, I am afraid that even the flesh and blood will be eaten by the demon cultivator.

Wang Fugui stuttered very lightly, and fell straight back: "Ah!!!"

Cheng Yuzhi noticed that he was going out and turned pale with shock: "Master! Master, cheer up!"

Xuan Tianzong.

The fairy fog is misty, and the mountain peaks hang high.

The most famous thing about Xuantianzong is its towering mountain peak. The main peak has [-] white jade steps, and few people can walk it all in one go.

Zitao stepped forward with his sword, broke through the mist, and landed on the sword-testing square. A group of disciples surrounded him in shock, chattering with each other, and it was extremely lively.

"Brother, how do you feel when you go down the mountain this time..."

"What did you gain, brother..."

Generally speaking, Senior Brother Zitao would put on a murderous face and tell them to disperse and practice swords quickly, what kind of good disciples are gathered here to talk small things.

Then quietly behind them, correcting the gestures of practicing sword one by one.

What about today?

Zi Tao, a direct disciple of the sect leader and senior brother of the inner sect, was absent-minded, like a phoenix that had only been watered, as if he had just been hit from somewhere and ran back despondently.

The younger brother who was following Zitao stepped forward cleverly: "Little brother has been walking for too long, he is tired, everyone should leave, and when there is a chance in the future, the senior brother will slowly explain to everyone..."

Zitao came back to his senses, and became angry from embarrassment: "You are only a junior brother! You should be called a big brother! A big brother!"

Junior brother: "Okay, big brother, big brother."

Zitao thought of something, waved his sleeves, and didn't look back: "I'm going to find Master, don't follow me!"

As he walked, he wondered if that was his uncle?

No, really, right?

He went up to the main hall to look for the master, but the head master was not there, so he had to sneak to Changshu Peak where the uncle lived, and halfway, he saw the head master frowning, walking down the forest path .

Zi Taogui saluted in an orderly manner, and unconsciously cast his eyes upwards: "Master."

Seeing him, the sect leader was quite happy: "Zitao, you are back, come to Changshu Peak to look for your uncle?"

"... Exactly."

"Your uncle is not here, you can find him later."

The headmaster took his disciples down the mountain, and happily asked: "Zitao came back early this time, what did you encounter at the foot of the mountain, tell me about it?"

Zitao's expressionless face was held by his shoulders: "I met my uncle."

Head: "...?"

Zitao: "Master Uncle also helped me beat the Demon Cultivator."

The head: "...This is not very good."

Zitao: "He still pretends to be in the Nascent Soul stage, deceiving innocent and beautiful casual cultivators."

Sect Leader: "...Ah?!"

The junior who quietly followed behind Zitao: "Ah?!!"