Dressed like a deadly enemy

Seeing that the situation was critical, Lu Junzhuo tore off the copper bell around his neck and threw it away. A black shadow sprang out, "Yan'an, take them away!"

He pushed Yun Feitan hard, pushed him out of the hall, then reached out to grab Wen Shang, and threw him in the direction of Yan'an.

"Master be careful!"

Yan'an reached out to catch Wen Shang, and when he looked up, he saw a burst of fire erupting from the mouth of the giant dragon, and instantly swept Lu Junzhuo into it.

There was a sea of ​​flames everywhere, from the outside, the Moon Cover of Floating Clouds looked like a huge red fireball, Yun Fei stood dazedly on the top of Guandao Peak, his hands clenched tightly, his face pale.

Afraid of his impulsiveness, Yan'an carefully stopped him, and comforted him in a low voice: "Don't worry, the emperor, the master will definitely come back, and he will be fine."

"How could this be..." Wen Shang knelt on the top of the peak, thumped the boulder under his feet, and stared at the ball of fire.

The situation here alarmed Xian Zongfeng, and for a moment he was radiant, and many people came here with their swords.

Xin Yi saw the red light in mid-air, the floating clouds and the moon cover were wrapped in the red light and turned into pieces of flying ash, and he could vaguely see the huge black shadow rolling in the red light.

He was filled with rage and anger, and watched helplessly as the red light gradually dimmed, and finally poured into a huge Yinglong.

"Very good, Yinglong Clan, Demon Clan." He gritted his teeth, Yujian hovered in the air and stopped not far from them, and saw Lu Junzhuo on the dragon's back.At this time, the consciousness of the Dao of Heaven was fully awakened in him, he turned his head and glanced at the three figures on Guan Dao Peak, and kept it all in his heart.

Yuanxi's dragon body over there turned from red to normal silver-gray, gradually shrunk, turned into a human body, and fell down.Lu Junzhuo reached out to pick him up, hugged him and quickly fell to the top of Guandao Peak like lightning.

Yuan Xi had already passed out completely, and Lu Junzhuo's condition was not much better. If it wasn't for Yun Feitan's aura shield, his whole body would have been burnt to ashes, his face was burnt red, and his handsome eyebrows were burned. Burnt, the long eyelashes were burnt and curled.

Wen Shang eagerly went up to meet him, carefully took Yuan Xi from his hand, and looked carefully up and down worriedly.

"He's fine, just fell into a deep sleep. It's best to send him home." Lu Junzhuo stood with some difficulty, trying to hide his exhaustion, and a soft aura covered him from top to bottom, which was extremely cool, and immediately let him I have a lot of energy.

Yan'an quickly supported him, helped him to sit down beside a boulder on the peak, held his hand and checked his internal condition.

After Yun Feitan released the aura mask, he kept holding the spirit sword tightly, his fingertips turned white, and when he saw Xin Yi flying towards Yujian, he took a step forward and put it in front of everyone, secretly on guard.

"So it's Emperor Qingyuan." Xin Yi's Yujian hovered in the air, waved his hand and set up a spiritual energy formation, blocking the cultivators from the cultivation world who came from behind in the distance.

"Ancestor of Dao." Yun Feitan retracted the sword into his body, saluted him, and stood in front of him, not retreating half a step.

The two confronted each other secretly for a while, Lu Junzhuo slowed down, looked up at Tiandao, just met his eyes, this look, each other knew each other well.

"Sooner or later, the Sea of ​​Devil Origin will be flattened." Xin Yi's lips curled up, his eyes narrowed slightly, he thought to himself, and snorted coldly.

"I'm afraid the God Realm won't be peaceful for long, the way of heaven is impermanent." Lu Junzhuo rested his eyes on Yun Feitan's back, secretly worried, he knew that Yun Feitan was an ancient god race, and Taoism all came from enlightenment, if the way of heaven collapsed , the higher the cultivation level of the gods in the God Realm, the stronger the suppression they receive.

Yun Feitan's shoulder blades trembled slightly, his feet were still standing firmly, his spiritual power and Taoism were rapidly drained, and a heavy pressure made him unable to move as if he was immersed in a sea of ​​heavy water.

Suddenly, a spiritual energy from behind hit the heavy pressure head-on, with a "bang", the pressure disappeared, and a tall figure blocked him.

"Mr. Xin, the auspicious time for apprenticeship has come." Lu Junzhuo waved his hand and swiped at the center of his aura formation. As soon as the formation heart was broken, Zhang Binchi and others who were blocked outside the formation hurried over.

He guessed that Xin Yi would not be able to make a big move at this time. Apart from the fragments of the heart of the ancestors, there should be something else in the Immortal Sword Sect to attract him.

Sure enough, as expected, Xin Yi immediately withdrew his aura and returned to his appearance when he first entered the cultivation world. He smiled apologetically at Zhang Binchi, and stood aside with his hands hanging down in a state of bewilderment.

"What's going on? Where's my floating cloud and moon cover?" Zhang Binchi said angrily when he landed on the top of Guandao Peak.

The rest of the great powers also looked at everyone on the top of the peak, secretly shocked: "Demon Race!"

They saw Yan'an who was dressed in a black robe, with his demonic aura radiating out, and they all took a step back when shocked by his strong demonic aura.

"Master, it's the disciple's fault, the treasure of Zhenzong was destroyed."

Xin Yi didn't think it was a pity at all, but the expression on his face was ashamed. In the eyes of others, he looked like a young man who had just gotten into trouble.

Zhang Binchi waved his hand, instead of pursuing his fault, he bowed to Wen Shang and said, "City Master Wen, what are you trying to do by making a big fuss about our sect?"

He obviously also saw Yan'an, the Sword Cultivator of the Immortal Sword Sect had the greatest grievance with the Demon Race, so it was the Demon Race that the whole sect hated the most.He only recognized Yan'an, but he couldn't see the details of Lu Junzhuo and Yun Feitan.

"Nianzai Guicheng has never done evil to others. This time, the old man will not get into the details. As long as he is handed over to our sect, everything will be past." He looked at Yuanxi who was unconscious in Wen Shang's arms, and said generously, Appreciated by the rest of the people.

"What if I don't hand it over?" Wen Shang picked up Yuan Xi, the sword in his hand whirled around the two of them, forming a formation around them, the sword energy almost overturned Zhang Binchi.

Zhang Binchi took two steps back, his face darkened, "Don't think I'm afraid of the trace of divine blood on your body, if you don't hand over this person today, you will never step out of the Immortal Sword Sect!"

With a wave of his hands, a huge sect-protecting spirit array slowly rose up, gradually protecting the entire Immortal Sword Sect within the spirit array.

"Sect Master Zhang, why do you have to be difficult? It's just a spiritual weapon, and I will pay you one." Lu Junzhuo took two steps forward, walked to Wen Shang's side, turned around and stretched out his hand to Yan'an, "A spiritual weapon of the same grade."

Yan'an nodded, raised the magic bell in his hand and shook it, a palace-shaped spiritual weapon flew out and landed in Lu Junzhuo's hands, he tossed it lightly, and the spiritual weapon flew into the air, spinning and growing bigger , much more gorgeous than the cloud and moon cover.

Like this kind of palace-shaped spiritual weapon, Yan'an has a lot of it. Although he is a demon king, he is actually a master of the demon clan's casting tool. His usual hobby is casting tools. The greatest achievement in his life is attracting light from the demon ancestor's soldiers.

The moment the magic bell appeared, Xin Yi's eyes flashed, and he turned his head to look at Yun Feitan. He remembered that he had once bestowed a bell artifact on the Lord Qingyuan, and there were several avenues in it. How many did you understand.