Fu Zeyang drove the black clouds and tried hard to travel. Suddenly a silver rainbow flew back towards him and stopped in front of him. The silver light dissipated, revealing the jade dragon girl Cui Wugu: "We went to the village you mentioned to see. Sure enough, all the people, animals, animals, animals, and plants were all extinct, and they were all burned by ghost fires." She looked at the black clouds at Fu Zeyang's feet, "It's very inappropriate for fellow Taoists to use this method to travel in broad daylight. If you don't dislike me, I have a magic weapon. How about taking fellow Taoists for a while?"

"I can't find it!"

Cui Wu Aunt took out an amethyst bottle, took the bottom of the bottle and pressed it upside down, pouring out a colorful smoke from it. The colorful smoke gathered but did not disperse, expanded rapidly, rolling and rolling, forming a five-color auspicious cloud. Cui Wu Aunt asked Fu Zeyang to climb the clouds, and then pointed behind her. The auspicious clouds carried the two of them, flying quickly like lightning.

Mountains, rivers and earth swiftly passed by our feet, with five-colored smoke and clouds surrounding us protecting our bodies, and the strong wind could not blow on our bodies, and we didn't feel cold.

Fu Zeyang secretly envied himself. This should be Cui Wugu’s magic weapon for mountain-keeping, the Five Mountains Jinyun Dok, which can be used to attack and trap the enemy, defend and protect the body, and can also carry people to fly. It is a necessary magic weapon for traveling at home. After saving Xiaohemiao, you must find a way to refine a similar one.

The five-color auspicious clouds formed by the Five Mountains' Brocade Clouds were very fast, and they rushed to the cemetery where Xu Wan was located just dark.

Ling Hun and his sister Ling Xuehong had already fought with Xu Wan. Ling Hun released a jade dragon sword on the southeastern mountain ridge, turning into a 100-meter-long white jade dragon, churning up and down. Ling Xuehong drove her Prajna sword on the horizontal branch of an ancient fir tree a hundred meters northwest, forming a silver-light blade that was dozens of meters long, slashing horizontally and vertically.

There is a six-yin magic platform built with soil and skeletons in the center. Xu Wan sat upright at the top of the magic platform, and his right hand controlled the Taiyin magic sword. The sword light was as bright as the moon, resisting the Jade Dragon Immortal Sword; his left hand controlled 360 ghost arrows, all of which were three-foot-long green ghost fires, swirling and flying in the air, like a monkey drilling into the sky, entangling the Prajna Divine Sword with a sharp roar.

He fought against two, and although he was at a disadvantage, the Ling brothers and sisters could not defeat him.

Fu Zeyang saw Shang He being wrapped around his neck, waist, hands and feet by three black air, and tied to a large tomb in front of the Dharma platform. Seven junior brothers held the Taiyin long banner and sat in a formation of the Big Dipper, ready to start sacrifices to the corpse refining demons at any time.

He asked Cui Wugu to put him down in the distance and touch him quietly in the forest. Before he could get close, he suddenly heard Ling Xuehong shouting, and the sky exploded like a festival fireworks, with green sparks spreading half of the sky.

It turned out that Xu Wan's sword-controlling technique was far inferior to that of the Ling brothers and sisters. He relied on the sharpness of the Taiyin Divine Sword and forcibly suppressed the Jade Dragon Sword.

However, Ling Xuehong's Prajna Sword was a treasure that was refined by the Buddhist god Master Nifenduo. His ghost arrows were still no match for the more they surrounded him. When they fought for so many battles, they were thorned with the Prajna Sword and finally overwhelmed and exploded into slag.

Ling Xuehong's sword flew to death and Xu Wan. Xu Wan roared a long time, and a ball of green fire ignited on his body. The fire light flashed and disappeared. Xu Wan was hiding with the fire and disappeared without a trace. The Prajna Sword only cut the magic platform under his seat in half.

"Be careful, sister!" Ling Hun reminded that the jade dragon transformed from the fairy sword flew into the air and rushed behind Ling Xuehong, where he dispelled a mass of death. When Ling Xuehong hurriedly turned around, he was hit by the dispersed death energy. In an instant, all his hair stood up, and he shivered. He quickly used the Tianlong Zen technique taught by his master to protect his body, so that he could be better off.

The secret technique taught by Ling Hun and Cui Wugu could lock Xu Wan's movements. They each released the immortal swords, and combined the body and sword to track Xu Wan, who was flying with the surging death energy. Ling Xuehong also released the Prajna Sword to help the battle, forcing Xu Wan to change directions continuously.

Fu Zeyang came to the center of the cemetery. When Wang Changzi and others saw it was him, they shouted, "What are you going to do?"

Fu Zeyang released three flying forks and warned in a deep voice: "Of course I'm here to save Xiaohemiao from leaving. You'd better not fight me. If you don't know the ruthlessness, don't blame me for not talking about my brotherly romance in the past."

The eldest son of Wang shouted: "Have you ever had any brotherly friendship with us? Now you are abducted by your master and colluding with outsiders to come back to deceive your master and destroy your ancestors, and you are even more enemies. The master said that you will sacrifice to the boy to refine treasures today and then take you to the Dharma in the future. Unexpectedly, you will be impatient and come back to die so soon!" He ordered his six junior brothers, "Everyone will follow me to punish the traitors!"

The six people shook the long banner in their hands at the same time, and balls of green fireballs as big as bowls flew out from the banner, and shot like guns.

Among these disciples, except for Wang's eldest son, the other six were recruited by Fu Zeyang himself, and the Taoist methods he learned were also taught by Fu Zeyang step by step. However, Fu Zeyang was very strict with them. In addition, Wang's eldest son was provoking them, and they all complained about him and were more jealous. At this time, Wang's eldest son took the lead and cast all his strength to attack Fu Zeyang.

Fu Zeyang knew that the magic array they used was very powerful. If he continued to fly to Shanghe, he would be tracked by thousands of groups of ghost fires, flocked to ashes. He rushed to escape from the Five Ghost Fires, and the ghost fires under his feet burned him, and then cracked into many fireballs and rushed towards his junior brothers around him. These people were busy dancing banners and waving forks to extinguish the ghost fires.

The next moment, Fu Zeyang appeared behind Wang's eldest son, and the moonlight in his palm condensed into a talisman, slapped into the back of Wang's eldest son's head.

The eldest son of Wang was instantly stationary, maintaining a stunned posture, holding a long banner with his right hand and a fork with his left hand. His face turned red, but he could not move.

The third junior brother Zhao Wenchang saw him stopping the eldest son of the king, cursed loudly, and took off his fork. His fork was refined with the phosphorus-yin ghost fire, and turned into a green fire snake several meters long. It dragged its long tail behind it and flew to it with a sharp roar: "Don't be afraid, let's put the fork out, I don't believe he can win so many of us...ah!"

Before he could finish his words, fire surging in front of him. Fu Zeyang suddenly appeared in front of him and slapped him in the mouth.

He was beaten so hard that he staggered and spitted out a mouthful of blood. As soon as he covered his cheek with his hands, he was kicked again on his waist, and his body flew up and threw it into the grave behind him.

The remaining five people have always been led by Wang's eldest son and Zhao Wenchang. Seeing that they were all defeated by Fu Zeyang in an instant, they all showed a look of fear on their faces. Seeing Fu Zeyang looking over, the five people all retreated: "Senior Brother!"

Fu Zeyang pointed at them with his hands a few times to warn them, and then flew to the top of the big tomb where Shang He was.

Shang He was tied up by the lingering black spirit lock, and his mouth was also tilted, unable to speak. He was very excited and happy to see Fu Zeyang coming to save him.

Fu Zeyang barely flew to the front of the grave, and suddenly the blue light shone in front of him. Xu Wan appeared in the flames, his face twisted in anger, and he shouted: "Beast! You actually colluded with outsiders to deal with me!"

Fu Zeyang was so scared that his hair was blown up all over his body. The difference in strength between him and Xu Wan was no different. Xu Wan wanted to kill him in minutes, and he would definitely die when facing the battle. He subconsciously burst his whole body into a big bunch of green fire, and used the Five Ghosts to escape and move it a hundred meters away in an instant.

Standing between the deserted graves, he breathed a little relieved when he saw Xu Wan not chasing him.

Suddenly the sky light suddenly dimmed. He raised his head and saw that the full moon in the sky was covered by a small shadow. It was Xu Wan sitting in the air in the night. He backed the bright moon, as if he was in the moon palace, spreading his arms and casting magic. The silver-white moon wheel quickly turned green, and there was a lingering ghost fire burning outside the moon wheel, and the world was filled with green.

Why is there a Xu Wan in the sky?

Fu Zeyang suddenly woke up. Xu Wan could not fight Ling Hun and the other two. He had to use the magical powers of the Taiyin Dharma Image to fight to the death. The one in heaven was real. The one who appeared on the grave just now was fake!

I'm so stupid! I lied to him several times, but this time I was finally deceived by him.

Fu Zeyang hurriedly rushed to the ancient tomb where Shang He was. Suddenly, Xu Wan shouted in the air, opened the gourd around his waist, and billions of green sparks flew out from it. It was the Soul-Splitting Sand they had sacrificed for many years!

At this time, Ling Hun and his wife were still very young. Ling Hun had only refined a jade dragon fairy sword. Cui Wugu's Wuyue Jinyun was still in a very shallow state. Ling Xuehong had just returned from reincarnation and had just returned to the sect of Fentuo Laoni, and there was only a Prajna sword in his hand.

The three-person swordsman has high sword skills and strong spells, but it is very difficult to deal with Xu Wan, who is full of evil magic weapons.

In the past two years, Fu Zeyang is equivalent to Xu Wan's butler, who has taken care of everything properly. Xu Wan can concentrate on practicing Taoism without distraction and enter the country quickly. If he fights during the day, he can't beat these three people, but at night, when the moon is in the sky, he has the blessing of the power of the moon, and he has a look of turning defeat into victory, but if he fights less and suffers more, he will eventually suffer.

Now the time for sacrificing corpse demons has come. Xu Wan uses the most powerful Taiyin Dharma image, using his own qi to combine the Taiyin spiritual energy between heaven and earth, and using his own qi to combine the Taiyin Moon Soul with his own qi, and then distributes all the ten thousand corpse-breaking soul sands that are in harmony with his own qi.

He wanted to kill these three nosy sword immortals and refine their souls into the divine sand.

The soul of this kind of cultivator is a hundred times better than that of ordinary people!

The soul sand of the ten thousand corpses turned into billions of green sparks and fell from the sky, like a long river of fire pouring down from the moon palace, with endless ghosts attached to it. During the fall, thousands of ghosts howled together, and thousands of corpses roared together, forming a soul-catching evil sound. The sharp ghost roar pierced the eardrum like a needle, and the heavy corpse roared through the eardrum like a war drum.

As soon as the sand came out, the five disciples screamed and covered their ears and rolled on the ground, constantly vomiting.

Fu Zeyang entered the soul refining realm with a red fruit cultivation, and had initially condensed into a Yin God, and could barely withstand the evil sound of soul-catching. However, he did not have the ability to resist the body of the divine sand. The waterfall of the Tianhe River composed of infinite green sparks flowed down from the nine heavens and poured down to the ancient tomb in the center of the cemetery.

Shang He was instantly submerged!

"Xiaohemeng!" Fu Zeyang wanted to rush over, but the divine sand was like watering iron, with sparks splashing, and the sky and the earth were filled with green fire. With his Taoist practice at this time, as long as he touched a little, he would turn into ashes and his soul would be scattered!

The infinite sparks of fire rushing in, and Fu Zeyang dared not resist, so he could only escape with the Five Ghosts Fire and escape along the fire.
Chapter completed!