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A frightened look appeared on the ghost mother's face, and with a flick of the snake's tail, she jumped three feet away. Zhao Cangping, the master of the ceremonies, overlapped with the ghost mother's shrill voice: "Sovereign master, I have been saddled for you for so many years. The palace has done its best for you, and you really don't care?"

"You and the ghost mother fused together to attack Wei Siying. Since you are the enemy of this deity, there is no need to mention all the past."

Mo Xuanfang glanced at Wei Qing, who was lying on the ground, and slightly closed his eyes. The whisk in his hand had exploded thousands of whisks and blasted towards the ghost mother. Wherever the whisk passed, mountains, rocks, and ghosts were all smoke and dust.

"Okay, then I'll meet you Ziyun Sect Master, Daluo Jinxian for a while, to see whether your Xuantian Ziqi is stronger or my Yinyao Divine Tree is stronger."

Zhao Cangping's voice faded away, and the ghost mother's voice was gentle and gentle.But under this softness, there is an incomparably sharp energy gathering hidden.

Her snake body suddenly became huge with the Sanskrit chanting, and against her petite face, the huge snake spirit wrapped around the towering sacred tree, and the whole tree immediately came to life, and the branches and leaves of the sacred tree turned into thousands of green snakes, covering the sky and covering the earth. He rushed towards Mo Xuanfang.

In the whole world, no one can escape from the ghosts of the underworld. Countless people died tragically under the Yin Yao God Tree of the ghost mother. She is the mother of all ghosts, and her evil spirit can reach the sky.

However, what she faced was the only Da Luo Jinxian in the world, the Da Luo Jinxian who had fallen into a demon.

The Heavenly Demon Golden Immortal is both a demon and an immortal, but the moment Mo Xuanfang falls into a demon, the immortal consciousness will be reduced by one point. The heavenly formation suppresses, but the immortal consciousness can still remain. Every moment will face the danger of overwhelming evil and falling into the sea of ​​unconscious magic.Before his death, disasters continued to fall on the world.

But Mo Xuanfang had no choice.

Under his flick, countless green monster snakes were twisted into pieces of meat.Immediately, the smell of blood filled the sky and pungent the nostrils, Wan Gui was overwhelmed by the fierce murderous aura, they all stopped in the distance, not daring to approach Wei Qing's living soul again.

Mo Xuanfang took advantage of the opportunity to bully himself, and went straight to the ghost mother in the center of the sacred tree, continuously unleashing killer moves.

Thousands of snakes and broken bodies were all transformed by the ghost mother, and the injury to the sacred tree was also the injury of the ghost mother and Zhao Cangping.

Following the screams of the two, Mo Xuanfang's brush had penetrated the sacred tree, tearing the tree apart bit by bit.

The ghost mother spat out blood, her gentle eyebrows and eyes were slumped, her snake body was crumbling, she raised her eyes to look at Mo Xuanfang and said, "It is said that Daluo Jinxian has a diamond heart, and now I see it, it is indeed the same."

The redness in Mo Xuanfang's eyes has not diminished, and his eyes have returned to indifference. He lowered his brows and said nothing, but he strengthened his hands.

Following the scream of the ghost mother, Zhao Cangping rolled out of the ghost mother's body, lying on the ground, blood soaked the surrounding ground along the black clothes on the belly.

The ghost mother smiled, and suddenly two tiger arms protruded from the snake's body, grabbing Mo Xuanfang in front of her.

The tip of her claws is condensed by all the evil spirits in the world, and can break everything. Mo Xuanfang is also irresistible. The tip of the ghost mother's claws stabbed into his chest, pulling out strands of living soul.

At this time, all ghosts came out, like black sea water rushing to the center of the formation, about to eat Mo Xuanfang's soul alive.

Mo Xuanfang didn't seem to expect Mother Ghost's final killing move to be so fierce, he frowned slightly, and suddenly drew back.

The ghost mother widened her eyes.

She couldn't believe her eyes. As the avatar of the gods and Buddhas, no one in this world could leave her claws alive.

However, Mo Xuanfang in front of him, not only retreated easily, but the wound left on his chest was also slowly healing.And the claws of the ghost mother were still in his body, torn and melted by him.

In an instant, there were no sharp claws on the ghost mother's tiger arm, just like a toothless tiger no longer threatened.

Mo Xuanfang stretched out his hand without the slightest hesitation and slapped her to death.

The moment the ghost mother died, the towering sacred tree withered, and Zhao Cangping also lost his breath silently.

The ghosts dissipated, the black smoke receded, and Huanshan regained its green vitality.

Mo Xuanfang strode up to Wei Qing, picked him up and put him on his lap.

Warm spiritual power poured into Wei Qing's body, and the burnt black color of the lightning wound on Wei Qing's back disappeared, gradually turning into red marks.Only then did Mo Xuanfang let out a long breath, put him down, and meditated on the spot with a tired face.

Outside the heavenly array, an elite army sent by Tianyan Shangguo was quietly crushing the territory of Yukun Mountain.

Like other places, the Yukun Mountains also rained blood, and some dangerous places formed torrents, blocking the way up the mountain.

Because it is the interface between the fairy world and the human world, magic weapons cannot pass through. The leading two hundred high-ranking monks took turns to cast spells and opened mountains to build bridges.

In the rain pavilion, Fu Qingyun stood alone, looking at the sky through the dense rain of blood.

The sky was not dark, and the colorful lights shone on the rain curtain day and night. In the light and shadow, the giant door could be seen rotating, and the blood rained like pouring out of the giant door, which had a heroic and poignant beauty.

Hearing footsteps in the distance, he lowered the brim of his blue and black robe, covering most of his face.

A monk knelt behind him and announced, "The bridges up the mountain have all been built and can be passed at any time."

Fu Qingyun hunched over and coughed a few times, nodded in satisfaction and said: "Then tell me to go down, rest overnight, and go up the mountain at Mao tomorrow. By the way, are the things I want ready?"

The monk shivered for a while and said: "Reporting to Mr. Fu Yin, this barren mountain and wild ridge is also the entrance of the fairy world. Where can I find someone who meets the requirements? Please be patient for a few more days, and take the high-quality Wenqing Dan first, so as not to delay the trip. It won’t be a big deal.”

As he spoke, he took out a brocade box full of Wen Qingdan, and presented it with both hands.

Fu Qingyun coughed twice, turned around slowly, and said in a hoarse voice: "You're right, that's all, I'll live with this high-quality Wen Qing Dan first, and put the big things first."

The monk's face was obviously relaxed, and he smiled and handed over the brocade box.

Suddenly, his complexion froze, his whole body limply lost all strength, and he knelt straight on the spot, unable to move. As his body twitched, his face turned from blue to red, from red to black, and finally gray. Finally couldn't hold it down anymore.

The breath is cold, the person is dead.

Only then did Fu Qingyun pull out the hand that was inserted into the top of his head, took out the last faint phantom, wiped it on his lips, and smacked his lips.

With a wave of his long sleeve, he flew the dead monk's body far away from the pavilion, and the mud and sand washed down by the blood rain immediately covered half of his body and mixed into the soil.

Wei Qing woke up on Mo Xuanfang's lap.

He had a nightmare in which a ghost ate his soul and the world was in darkness.

Faint sunlight poured down from the gaps in the shadows of the trees. Mo Xuanfang was looking down at Wei Qing, and said softly, "Si Ying, your injury is no longer serious. Rest for a while, and we will be heading down for a while."

Wei Qing suddenly sat up, looked around vigilantly, grabbed Mo Xuanfang, knocked and slapped him, and finally pinched him twice on the face and said: "Are we breaking the formation? Are you okay? You scared me to death gone."

"With me here, what are you worried about?" Mo Xuanfang grabbed Wei Qing's hand and squeezed it tightly, pulled him into his arms, and surrounded him from behind and said, "We are still in the Yugen Formation. After breaking the 36-day Yin Yao formation, there are two more formations to follow. Promise me, don’t panic, this formation is a test of will and endurance, I said I will take you out, and I will never break my promise.”

Wei Qing closed his eyes and listened to Mo Xuanfang's thumping heartbeat. He felt a little more at ease, nodded and said, "I believe you. Was it Dianzhu Zhao who was defending the formation just now? Is he okay?"

The hands behind Huan froze for a moment, and Mo Xuanfang said in a deep voice, "It is indeed Zhao Cangping who is defending the formation, he has already died in battle."

"Why..." Wei Qing paused, how else could he have died?Naturally, he died at the hands of Mo Xuanfang.

Wei Qing knew that Lord Huo Rongxiao would be dead when he broke through the four-direction and five-element raging fire formation.But he was not familiar with Huo, and he didn't have much feelings, but Wei Qing grew up in the Lower Fourth Hall, and Zhao Cangping, as the first Master of the Lower Fourth Hall, had a different affection from others.

Wei Qing's nose was sour, and suddenly it occurred to him that the person Mo Xuanfang killed was his subordinate who had followed him for many years. This was the case for him, let alone him, and his heart ached even more.

Wei Qing couldn't help calling back: "Xuan Fang..."

Mo Xuanfang gave an "um" and was looking at him, but his eyes were full of tenderness: "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

"I... I'm hungry."

Wei Qing couldn't bear to bring up sad things, so he lowered his head and let out a panic.

"I think you are a glutton." Mo Xuanfang pulled his hand away from behind him, "Now you are at the Mahayana stage anyway, and you don't need food any longer. It's all my fault. You are usually self-willed and don't have bigu. Now you say What should I do? Could it be that you want to eat some mountain worms and monsters in this magic circle?"

Wei Qing sat up straight for a while, and made a vomiting expression: "Okay, okay, if I didn't say anything, can't I go?"

As he spoke, he was about to get up, but Mo Xuanfang grabbed him and stuffed something warm into his hand.

Wei Qing spread out his hand, but it turned out to be half a pale pink steamed bun.

"You really have Lingmi steamed buns."

Wei Qing was surprised and delighted, his eyes lit up, and when he looked up, he saw Mo Xuanfang was looking at him with a smile, his eyes were full of clarity.

He must have calculated that he would make a fuss about eating after waking up, so he just waited for himself to speak.

Wei Qing raised his eyebrows, grinned and said, "Thank you."

Then he held the steamed bun in his hand and bit it down, ignoring the hateful eyes on his head, this Lingmi is delicious.

Sure enough, a big hand reached out, and its slender fingers grabbed Wei Qing's hand holding the steamed bun.

"Do you know how my Lingmi steamed buns came about?" Mo Xuanfang asked.

Wei Qing raised his head, with steamed bread crumbs still on his lips, and said, "How did you get here?"

Mo Xuanfang glanced at him lightly: "You don't even know this? The saliva of gods is also called fairy nectar, and they are all very useful."

"Well, you Mo Xuanfang, you actually let me eat your saliva." Wei Qing was anxious, "I want you to eat too..."

Halfway through speaking, he froze in place holding the steamed bun, his ears turned red.

But Mo Xuanfang calmly wiped his lips, brushed off the crumbs of steamed buns for him, and said casually, "It's not difficult, it's fine if you can't feed me."

Wei Qing: "Hehe, old pervert."

Mo Xuanfang: "Oh."

"Hey, hey... I was wrong, can't I be wrong? How can you still be the light of righteousness like this, hey..."

The sun and the moon ran for two cycles, and the vegetation in the mountains gradually withered. Wei Qing woke up profusely sweating, and nine suns appeared in the sky.