After wearing cannon fodder, I attacked Master

Zeyun lived in the residence for a long time, and Wei Qing found that Mo Xuanfang was lazy, as if he had no fighting spirit, and would rather enjoy flowers and weeds in the yard than go down.

But no matter how good Zeyunju is, he is still Zeyunju in the magic circle, and he has to go out before the formation is broken.

Wei Qing persuaded him several times before Mo Xuan agreed to nod.

On the day of leaving, Wei Qing looked at the messy bed that looked like it had been planed by a dog. He couldn't stand it anymore, so he tidied it up clumsily before walking out of the yard.

Mo Xuanfang stood by the door and asked, "Why bother to sort it out?"

Wei Qing: "It would be bad if someone came in after we left and they saw them."

Mo Xuanfang said: "No one will come in. After we go out, the illusory space of this magic circle will be destroyed."

Wei Qing didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Then you didn't say it sooner, and I was busy for a long time."

Mo Xuanfang glanced at him lightly: "Oh, I thought you were performing for them to impress them."

"Show what? For whom?"

"It's like this. In your room, my phoenix can't be used. Fortunately, although there is no aura of Ziyun Palace here, it is still cloudy and misty. The few palace masters guarding the formation can't see it clearly. You can perform it again. It is useless to acquire virtue."

"So it's still seen..."

The corner of Wei Qing's mouth twitched, and he jumped up suddenly, with all his limbs encircling Mo Xuanfang with the greatest strength, and pecked hard on his neck.

Mo Xuanfang's jade-like pure white neck immediately left a striking strawberry imprint.

Mo Xuanfang's face finally changed slightly: "You..."

However, Wei Qing walked out swaggeringly: "Share the blessings and share the troubles, I can't be ashamed, I can't lose it alone..."

Wei Qing got carried away with complacency, opened the courtyard door and stepped into the air.

The formation was destroyed, and Ze Yunju disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the two fell into the void supporting each other.

Unexpectedly, the next moment will be set in Zeyunjuli.

Even though he knew that the space here was not the same as the previous one, Wei Qing still felt awkward and had no place to rest his hands and feet, but Mo Xuanfang held onto his hand tightly as if nothing happened.

The two of them were still upside down and searching slowly. After discussing, Wei Qing was going to break the fake body in the real formation, while Mo Xuanfang made the final blow in the virtual formation.

The eyes of this formation are guarded by Lan Shouren, the lord of Buzhou Hall, and the magic weapon for guarding the formation is a purple gold bow.

Unlike the Jiuding Bell, the clone of this bow is bloodthirsty. After being shot, it will bleed continuously, and the bleeding cannot be stopped until the formation is broken.

The two walked to the place that seemed to be the eye of the formation, which was the side hall closest to Linghu Lake. Mo Xuanfang had repeated "you have to be careful" more than a dozen times, making Wei Qing, who was so nervous, laugh.

Wei Qing flicked the strawberry marks on Mo Xuanfang's neck: "Why are you panicking, I won't make you a lonely old man."

Before the words finished, Mo Xuanfang took Wei Qing's hand and squeezed it hard.

Wei Qing exaggeratedly said "Ouch": "Hey, you can't take it anymore. Back then, you still hugged me like a blood bag and sucked it. Then what did I say?"

Mo Xuanfang shook his head and sighed: "You go." But he refused to let go, Wei Qing struggled several times before letting go.

The two prepared for a long time, but they didn't expect that everything was a false alarm.

Not long after Wei Qing entered the virtual formation, the two arrived at the real formation at the same time.

In the side hall that was re-established, there was no fight, no sacrifice, but only a broken purple-gold bow and the lukewarm corpse of Lan Shouren, the master of Buzhou Hall, remained.

After the masters of Qidan Hall and Cailing Hall in the Lower Fourth Hall were killed, a guarding Hall Master in the Fourth Hall was also killed for no reason.

Mo Xuanfang squatted next to Lan Shouren's body, and was silent for a while. He didn't know how long it had passed before he suddenly asked, "Si Ying, I can't remember clearly. Which palace master is this dead?"

Wei Qing stood aside and didn't bother him from beginning to end. Hearing him speak at this moment, but asking such a question, he felt indescribably sad.

It is said that Daluo Jinxian can judge the fate of heaven and reveal the five elements, but now he can't even do the simplest calculations.

Regarding the dead clan members in the Juexian Heaven Formation, whether they were forced to kill them or were killed by the enemy, Mo Xuanfang never showed any emotion.

But how could Wei Qing not perceive it in his heart, the more he avoided it deliberately, the deeper the wound would be.

Wei Qing replied softly: "It's the sixth."

"I see."

Mo Xuanfang closed his eyes and stood up slowly.

Wei Qing stepped forward and said, "Xuan Fang, don't you think it's strange? The house is neat and tidy everywhere, without any trace of fighting, but the Lord Bu Zhou died quietly, and the Zijin bow was also destroyed. What is it? Who broke into the formation and killed them? Then this person's cultivation base is also terrifying."

Mo Xuanfang nodded and said: "You're right. Not only is the master of Lan, but also the master of Qidan Hall Chang, and when Master Shao of Cailing Hall died. Although the surroundings were messy, it was more like The destruction that occurs when someone breaks through the barrier."

Wei Qing squatted down again, carefully inspected Lan Shouren's body, and said, "Hallmaster Lan is fatal with one move, so he should have been attacked by someone. But it's really strange. Someone broke into the magic circle and killed the hallmaster. , I didn’t get a piece of treasure, but it helped us.”

Mo Xuanfang was silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

Wei Qing walked out of the side hall, originally wanted to find a place to bury Lan Shouren, but then remembered what Mo Xuanfang said, after the formation was broken, all the illusory space here would disappear, and the body would no longer exist.

He raised his head and looked in the direction of the bedroom, suddenly remembered something, looked back, Mo Xuanfang also walked out of the room.

Wei Qing hesitated for a moment and said, "Xuan Fang, do you feel that every time we procrastinate in the magic circle, some hall masters will be killed."

As he spoke, his face turned red, and he continued to bite the bullet, "I guess, it's because we are staying in the illusion that should no longer exist. That's why you can't perceive the movement of the magic circle, and the enemy took advantage of it. act during this time."

Mo Xuanfang nodded slightly: "I also thought of this level... Si Ying, we have stayed in the magic circle for too long, it is time to go out."

Wei Qing walked up to Mo Xuan, grabbed his hand and held it in front of his chest, looked at him and said, "After you go out, no matter what you face, I will be by your side."

Mo Xuanfang smiled: "Silly, it's like saying goodbye to life and death, don't think about it, let's go out."

As expected by the two of them, the next moment is still set in this Zeyunjuli.

Although it is no longer in the state of being upside down, the space here is set at night, with darkness everywhere, except for a pale sun hanging in the sky in the distance.

But you know it's the scorching sun, but you can't feel the heat of the sun at all, and the light it emits only shines on the high sky, as if covering countless black curtains in mid-air, dividing the world into two.

What's even more strange is that Wei Qing couldn't find his way in his Zeyunjuli.

Because the road is reversed, when you walk forward, the road regresses under your feet. If you go backward, the north is south, and the east is west. The fog in this formation is denser than the previous two formations. Ordinary monks must be deeply trapped in this heavy fog. Get lost.

But this kind of trivial matter did not bother Mo Xuanfang. Relying on the precise judgment of the five elements and eight trigrams, the two quickly found the approximate location of the formation, which was still close to Linghu Lake.

The formation here is complete, and the body of the palace master who guards the formation is not seen, Wei Qing secretly heaves a sigh of relief.

At the corner of Lingshan, where it connects with Linghu, the two jumped onto a platform at the same time.

Due to the erosion of the waterfall all year round, the rock wall has become extremely smooth. In the dark sky, Wei Qing saw the splashing waterfall shining like silver.

Before, Mo Xuanfang told him that this formation was guarded by He Xiwei, the master of the Penglai Palace. Originally of the same origin, the silver halberd is naturally superb in her hands.

In the 12 years in Zongli, Wei Qing seldom saw the master of the Fourth Hall of the Middle School. In his impression, she was dressed plainly and lived in a secluded place. Her appearance was not outstanding in Ziyun Zong, which was full of beauties, but she was full of heroism. Human, and different from other nuns.

I heard that her cultivation base is the highest among the four masters of the Fourth Hall of the Middle School, and now she is at the seventh level of the Transcendence Tribulation Stage, a maximum of three years, and she should be able to break through to become an immortal.

But even if she has the magic weapon in her hand, Wei Qing is not very worried no matter how high her skills are.After all, Mo Xuanfang is invincible in the world, if it wasn't for the suppression of heaven in the magic circle, no one would dare to fight him alone.

Wei Qing couldn't help raising his head, and saw Mo Xuanfang staring intently at an unknown distance. The steam was thick, blowing his black hair and white shirt, and the spiritual power in his body was slightly scattered, and the whole Zeyunju was surrounded by his powerful aura. shrouded.

Wei Qing stared at him bewilderedly, still holding a little bit of hope in his heart.

He hoped that Hall Master He would surrender without a fight like Luo Baihua, so that Ziyunzong could preserve more strength, and Mo Xuanfang's hands would be less stained with blood.

that would be nice……

At this time, shadows swim in the waterfall, suddenly appearing fine halos of light.

Mo Xuanfang suddenly pulled Wei Qing behind him, the golden light gleamed, and the Daluo golden armor wrapped Wei Qing tightly.

Wei Qing knew that the eyes of the formation were about to be opened, and the two of them were at the center instantly filled with a silver halo of light, ringing each other, layer upon layer, reaching the top of the sky.

The dazzling light made Wei Qing unable to open his eyes, he hurriedly concentrated his mental strength and tried his best to protect himself.

Suddenly, a silver object jumped out of the dazzling circle of light in the sky, swooping down with a sharp wind sound.

Mo Xuanfang flew forward to fight, and the whisk in his hand shot out at the same time, shooting out a purple lightning.

The two objects crashed into each other in the air, and the energy of the explosion opened several gaps in the nearby Lingshan Mountain, causing debris from the mountain rocks to fall, and smoke and dust billowed out.

When those stones fell on top of Wei Qing's head, they seemed to collide with another energy and instantly turned into dust, which is naturally the power of Da Luo's golden body.

But as soon as they fought in the air, the silvery white dragon roared up to the sky, curled and rolled, and transformed into a silvery white flood dragon with a whole body of skeletons, rushing towards Wei Qing with lightning speed.

Having experienced so many battles, Wei Qing was no longer as frightened as he was at the beginning. When he saw the dragon rushing towards him, he calmly avoided it, turned his head and flew towards Zeyunjuli.

But he never expected that the Silver Skull Flood Dragon was chasing after him, and opened his mouth to spit out a silver halberd. The tip of the halberd's body was tempered by something, and it pierced the golden armor and melted in the crack.

"Si Ying, run!" Mo Xuanfang yelled.

Before the words fell, Wei Qing's body was motionless.

From behind Wei Qing, a woman's cold laughter came out.

He Xiwei, the master of the Penglai Palace, laughed like a ghost crying.

"Mo Xuanfang, you are so cruel. Over the years, how could Mingyue have forgiven you in the slightest? I hate you for killing an outer demon clan at will!

I hate you for being ungrateful and ungrateful, and you are ashamed of the sect. You are not worthy of being the master of Ziyun.Today, even if I fight to the death with you, I will kill Wei Siying and avenge Mingyue! "