Pei Feng cunningly reached the Blue Rock Peak. He did not use the concealment technique. He knew very well that in front of the cultivation giant, his concealment technique was just a trick. It was difficult for the concealment technique to escape the detection of the cultivation giant, but it was exposed instead.

own secret.

He hid behind an altar and looked into the formation. Good guys, they are all big shots.

His master, the dignified Xingkui Peak Master Jingxin, could only stand obediently behind him with his hands down. When he looked at his master, Jingxin immediately turned his head to look at him. Then Pei Feng saw a funny scene.

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Master Jingxin quietly waved his hand to her, indicating that he should retreat quickly.

Pei Feng retracted his head behind the altar. The next moment, he froze on the spot.

Yuanqing was actually looking at him with a smile at another altar. Then Yuanqing gestured with a hand knife and gave him a thumbs up. Apparently he was talking about how good his Xuanbing magical power - Heaven and Earth One Sword Slash was.

Pei Feng's sweatdrops rolled down his face. He couldn't help but be shocked. How could that man still smile in front of so many big shots? Oh, he is a monster who has lived for three thousand years. Even the leader Xianyun Dao Zun was actually in front of him.

That is, a grandchild.

Pei Feng immediately looked for Feng Lan with his eyes. He was standing next to Taoist Xianyun, and he had returned to his human form. He had also taken back the huge Nirvana image in the sky.

Feng Lan was staring at the small box in front of Yuan Qing. There was no fear in his eyes.

The "iron box" is emitting blood. If you look closely, you can see that the same blood is emitting from Feng Lan's body. However, there are wisps of red energy on the body of a Suzaku, which seems very reasonable. There is no trace of red energy at all.

People can see the clues.

Apart from the two parties involved, Feng Lan and Yuan Qing, only Pei Feng here can understand what the red aura on Feng Lan's body represents!

He has been locked by the Shura Seal of the Mother and Son. His life and death are now completely controlled by Yuanqing's thoughts.

But Suzaku never moved or spoke. He just waited quietly for death to come. He would not roar, let alone plead. Qianqing was always an ant in his eyes. He was about to die under the seal of Shura,

Rather than die in the hands of Qianqing.

At this moment, in the companion space inside Pei Feng's body, a little girl saw the rusty iron box through Pei Feng's eyes.

She started screaming, screaming hysterically.

"Ah! Ah! It's the Shura Seal! That's the Shura Seal! It's about to be destroyed. It's about to be destroyed."

Pei Feng naturally did not dare to act without permission. He was waiting for the opportunity and kept thinking about ways in his mind. How could he kill Qian Qing before his thoughts flashed? This was almost impossible.

The only thing Pei Feng could rely on was his own teleportation. Yuanqing knew that he would teleport. But Yuanqing didn't show a trace of nervousness. He didn't even make any precautions. This shows that he has enough confidence. Self-confidence.

Don’t take the many giants of cultivation here seriously.

Pei Feng knew that he only had one chance. Only one chance!

Yuanqing moved. He stood up slowly and held the "iron box" in his hands. He stepped closer to Feng Lan. The altar was far away from the center of the formation. With Yuanqing's walking speed, he would have to walk at least one stick of incense.

time.

All cultivators may have noticed a young disciple walking towards them, but still no one paid attention to him. He was too small. He was like a scurrying ant.

What can you do with a stick of incense?

You can cook a meal, cut down a tree, wash a piece of clothes, but sometimes, you can also change the pattern of the entire world... After the battle on the top, every monk present at the Blue Rock Peak will remember that. The time of burning incense is engraved in my mind and will never be forgotten!

When Old Qingniu landed on the top of Blue Rock Peak, Qianmo left. He flew towards his medicine valley. Of course, he was most concerned about two things. One was whether his disciples hiding in the alchemy furnace were well. .Second, are the treasures in the Medicine Valley damaged?

Before the old man hit the ground, he almost couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of old blood.

"My medicine valley, my medicine valley!"

The place below has become a sea of ​​fire, and 70% of the elixir has turned into fly ash.

Gan Mo fell tremblingly in the medicine garden. Many of the spiritual herbs protected by the formation were burned. His heart was bleeding. He didn't have time to put out the fire first, so Gan Mo ducked to the back garden.

Fortunately, the alchemy furnace was still there and the lid was still on. His disciple escaped this disaster.

Qian Mo tried to use his spiritual power to lift the stove lid. He opened it easily and found that Ye Canghai's seal had long since disappeared.

"Feng'er." Qian Mo immediately jumped into the alchemy furnace. He had a strong body.

The next moment, he was stunned. Qian Mo rubbed his eyes hard, unable to believe what he saw. His apprentice had tall chests, thin skin and tender flesh. The whole body's bones had also undergone tremendous changes. He seemed to Did he turn his disciple into a woman?

"My Feng'er!" For a moment, Gan Molao burst into tears! "My Feng'er, I hurt you because of my teacher."

"Well……"

"How is it possible to change the gender? How is this possible? How is this possible?"

"Uh...daddy, I, I'm Xiang Tong."

"Um?"

Xiang Tong stood up and pushed her messy hair away.

"Girl Xiang Tong from Xingkui Peak?"

"It's me. Godfather."

"Why are you in my alchemy furnace? Where is my disciple?"

"Junior Brother Pei Feng has gone out to kill the enemy."

"Nonsense!" Qian Mo flew out of the alchemy furnace and flew directly to Maya Palace, leaving Xiang Tong at a loss.

In the South Palace of Maya Palace, the young disciples jumped out of the formation and started to help clean the battlefield. After a big battle, they suffered the least losses under the protection of everyone. Now they are naturally the main force in the task of cleaning the battlefield.

The great elder asked: "What are the casualties among the disciples in Nangong and Beigong?"

A disciple reported: "Seven people were killed in the Beigong battle, 15 were seriously injured, and one person is missing. Three disciples from the Nangong were killed in the battle, and one was seriously injured."

"One person is missing? Who is missing?"

"Song Xinyun."

"Report to the Great Elder, Nangong Zixuan's life is hanging by a thread."

"Hurry and invite the disciples from Xing Kuifeng."

Many undead had just rushed into Nangong's formation in panic. Those defensive formations had no effect on them. After a great battle, many disciples were injured by the undead. Most of Nangong's casualties were caused by this. Xuan was also severely injured by the undead just now.

Zixuan's whole face exuded a black-gray death aura. She lay in Xiaotian's arms, holding Xiaotian's hand tightly, and kept chanting a person's name, "Senior Brother Zifeng, Zifeng Senior Brother Feng..."

Although Xiaotian has always had a grudge against this senior sister, seeing her dying now, he couldn't help but feel pity for her.

He coughed lightly and said in a deep voice: "Zixuan, I am Zifeng. I'm here."

"Senior Brother Zifeng, you are finally here. I have been waiting for you. Do you love me?"

Xiaotian's face twitched, "I love you!"

Han Mengjie rushed over with a compass in her hand. She recited the runes and the compass in her hand lit up. In an instant, the black energy was forced out of Zixuan's body. Zixuan's consciousness gradually recovered.

With a "Wow" sound, she broke away from Xiaotian's arms. A blush appeared on her pale face.

Han Mengjie said: "The death energy has been removed, it just needs to be nursed back to health."

She immediately rushed to remove the dead energy from others' bodies. She secretly marveled in her heart. After her observation, including Senior Sister Xiang Tong, this was already the fifth female disciple who had a crush on the disciple named Zifeng.

Xiao Yu and Xie Jun, a genius monk from the Demon Sect, fought all the way from the top of the Mayan Mountains to the jungle at the bottom of the mountain. A large area of ​​forest was razed to the ground by these two god-transforming monks.

Both of them are the strongest among the younger generation of the two factions. Both sides are in their prime of life, so they naturally want to be one step ahead of the other, but until they have exhausted their immortal power and Tao power, there is no winner.

, their trump cards have been cracked by the opponent. Now only the competition of soul power is left. But at their level, there is no way to determine the winner in the competition of soul power.

It was like two strong men throwing away their guns and iron swords, each fighting with a wooden sword. The battle had become boring. Evil Lord was the first to give up.

"Xiao Yu, you are indeed very strong. I can't kill you yet. I hope that when the immortals and demons come to worship you, you and I can still have a good fight."

"As long as you can survive until that time, I will stay with you until the end."

Evil Lord raised his head and glanced at the towering Maya Mountain. He sneered, "Do you know why I want to fight you at the foot of the mountain? I don't want you to die in the hands of others. Four giants of cultivation attacked the mountain. You Wuji Sect

How to defend? Even if Feng Lan had three heads and six arms, he would still die in battle at this time."

Xiao Yu's face was ashen.

"If I were you, I would not go back to Wuji Gate now. That would be equivalent to going back to die. The Wuji Gate should be empty now!"

The two of them had left the main battlefield since the beginning of the war, and they were unaware of everything that happened on the battlefield.

Xiao Yu's face became more and more gloomy, and his mind was filled with images of Lin Xue being killed. He no longer wanted to fight. He immediately jumped into the sky and flew rapidly towards the mountain.

Evil Lord sighed softly, "Oh, if you want to die, I can't stop you. What a pity!"

He walked away into the distance with slow steps. The mission given to him by the Ghost Saint was to hold Xiao Yu back. He had already completed this mission. Now that Xiao Yu's combat power was low, going back would be a dead end.

Next, he should go to the Central Plains to complete the task assigned to him by his wife. That was the real purpose of his coming out this time.

Suddenly, Evil Lord stopped.

"Come out, little monk."

Behind a big tree, a young man wearing Taoist robes walked out. He looked to be in his twenties.

"Are you a disciple of Wuji Sect?"

The disciple did not deny it. "It used to be."

"You want to escape?"

"yes!"

"Are you so afraid of death?"

The man shook his head. "I'm not afraid of death."

"Oh?" Evil Lord smiled. "Then why did you run away?"

"I want revenge."

Evil Lord could see through this young man's heart at a glance. He was not lying. This boy really had a grudge against the Wuji Sect, and it seemed that he still had a deep hatred that could not be resolved!

"As long as I live, one day in the future, I will fight back to the Wuji Sect. I will kill Pei Feng with my own hands and make the people of the Wuji Sect regret their original decision."

The smile on Xie Jun's face grew wider, "Boy, what's your name?"

"Song Xinyun!"
Chapter completed!