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Fang Xing fell straight downward, but there were too many demon spirits around him, biting and tearing him, which made his powerless body sway in the air, helpless, and his falling speed slowed down. Fang Xing knew that he was no longer lucky, so he let go of his heart. He changed to a more comfortable position, crossed his legs, and allowed the fierce and violent demon spirits to gather towards him and send him back.

Xiaoman...

Jin Liuzi...

Brother Zhu...

Stupid Qiaoqiao...

Old Evil King...

The dragon girl...

There is also the honest girl Chu Ci... I heard that she has been waiting for her in Chu Wangting, but unfortunately she has not had time to pass.

"Oh, forget it!"

I originally wanted to go back, but when I thought about it, I felt that all kinds of thoughts were coming and I had to miss too much, so I simply didn't think about it anymore.

But when she said she didn't want to, she still couldn't help but think about it. She thought of the great dragon girl who had once gone to the North Valley Demon Land for searching for herself, and later fought with the Fox Fairy Ji in front of the Demon Palace and finally won a great victory. She thought of the great dragon girl who had become the goddess of the Four Seas...

I also thought of Uncle Eleven, who didn't know where he was, whether he was dead or alive, and the ten wives he promised him...

"I still don't want to die..."

The more I thought about it, I felt unwilling to accept it, Fang Xing couldn't help but mutter: "Uncle Eleven said that the ten wives have not been married yet..."

At this moment, the already silent heart became restless again.

Damn, you can't die!

There are beauties in this world, with charming charm and soft jade and warm fragrance. How can you be willing to die before you sleep all over?

There are treasures, jewelry and jewels in this world that are priceless and have not yet been stolen. How can you bear to die?

There are bitches in this world who are evil and ugly. They are hateful and have not been killed yet, so how can they die?

This is a world of flowers. I haven’t stayed enough yet. Whoever you love will die, and I will not die anyway...

When a thought arose, thousands of thoughts arose. Fang Xing's already dim eyes suddenly shone, and some strength rose from his body. He shook the countless demon spirits that had already rushed to him, gathering all his strength...

...I started shouting at the top of my throat: "Help..."

...

...

If you really have no choice, you can't live without even wanting to die, so you can only ask for help.

The sound waves rolled and spread to the four fields, but no one spoke. The Huangfu clan members were almost dead. Who will save me?

However, just as he shouted for help, a sudden change occurred in the sky, but above his head, the demon cloud that had gathered and completely covered all the sky lights surging again. A sword light passed by, and a hole was cut across the sky. In this crack, a man walked in slowly with his hands on his back.

The man had white clothes and white hair, and his big sleeves were like a banished immortal.

And behind the man, someone came.

A monk, who was eight feet tall and covered in golden light, walked in and walked into a void, sitting cross-legged and reciting scriptures.

After the monks, there were others one after another. Another monk entered the demon cloud and occupied a certain position.

There were eighteen people in front and behind, all of whom were not damaged, and they sat in the void. The sound of ancient scriptures rang out slowly and swam into the void.

Even the rolling and swaying demonic spirit in the Huangfu clan was suppressed by their chanting sounds.

The tyrannical demon spirits actually had a clear appearance at this moment.

The man in white robe stepped forward, waved his sleeves to sweep away the demon spirit that was biting around Fang Xing, and hugged him in his hand, with a gentle smile on his handsome face, looking down at him, Feng Qingyun Dan.

"Ten...Uncle Eleven, why are you here?"

Fang Xing tried hard to open his eyes wide, confirming that he was not an illusion, and then he stuttered for a while.

When the Qingyun Sect parted, she had never seen her before, and she suddenly appeared in front of her.

This scene was so dreamy. Uncle Eleven was too different from the ordinary people. For a moment, Fang Xing couldn't tell the authenticity.

"The disciples have called for help, how could I not come?"

Bai Qianzhang spoke jokingly, and there seemed to be infinite divine power on his arms, which poured into Fang Xing's body, suppressing his pain.

"Oh, it's a shame..."

Fang Xing wanted to raise his hand to cover his face, but his arms were sore and could not even cover them.

"Ha ha……"

Bai Qianzhang laughed loudly, his voice was extremely happy.

"You...you are from Lingshan Temple...will you be enemies with our Huangfu family?"

In the slanting thorn, a panic and angry voice screamed. The demon cloud in the air swept away again. A figure fell into the clouds in a panic, holding a banner to protect himself, and roared at the golden monks in the air in anger. It was Huangfu Jingduan. This old man actually reentered the demon cloud, looking like he was forced back. Above his head, a three-meter-high gray-robed monk appeared, holding a white-haired woman in his arms, staring at him with a rolling breath, gathering and dispersing invisible.

The wine and meat monk is the wine and meat monk whom I met in Qingyun Sect.

"You bullied my disciple, do you still want to leave?"

Bai Qianzhang looked at Huangfu Jingduan with a smile, smiling but indifferent eyes.

"Your disciple? You... When did this little devil have anything to do with Lingshan Temple?"

Huangfu Jingduan's expression was like swallowing a fly, with blue veins on his neck exposed, and his voice was hoarse: "And he was here to destroy our Huangfu family, saying that I was bullying him, it was all nonsense. Can you Lingshan Temple actually help the evil? "

He was also heartbroken at this time, and he was so angry that he was so angry that he was blocked by the wine and meat monk. After he took action several times, he could not escape and was forced back into the demon cloud. He was shocked in his heart, and he couldn't help but have a terrible thought. Could it be that Lingshan Temple will finally break with the Huangfu family head-on?

"Give this little devil!"

With all kinds of thoughts intertwined, he didn't have time to think about it, so he roared and rushed towards Bai Qianzhang, reaching out to grab Fang Xing.

As the ancestor of the Nascent Soul, he has a clear mind and knows what to do at this time!

As soon as he saw that the situation was not good, he immediately took action to snatch Fang Xing as a threat.

The wine and meat monk who stopped him, had a high level of cultivation and knew that he was no match for him. So he wanted to seize the white-haired man who could not see his cultivation at this time. As long as he grabbed the little devil in his arms, he would still have a glimmer of life today...

Rumble!

The destruction phase was activated to the extreme, and his hands covered the sky and spread the void, spreading the void, with amazing power, directly locking in a void. It seemed like a giant palm like the sky, and it grabbed the man in white with a slender figure.

The situation was too serious. His move was all his strength.

However, facing his palm, the man in white didn't even look at him. He just let out a hand and pointed in the air. The seemingly light finger was full of Taoist aggregation and mystery. It was obviously impossible to point Huangfu Jingduan, no matter the distance or the size of the form, but this point came over. Huangfu Jingduan's head came over and was hit by it.

"Forehead……"

All Huangfu Jingduan's roar was blocked back into his throat, and the face was stiff.

With this guidance, his Dharma image quickly shrank and surged back into his body, and then cracks appeared on his body, like porcelain. After a while, it suddenly broke and the fragments turned into flying sand, fluttering one after another. It disappeared into the void, and where the body stayed, there was only a small Huangfu Jingduan, with his hair and beard, full of purple light, and his expression was dull.

"In the past three thousand years, Nan Zhan's biggest joke is the Huangfu family!"

The white-haired man spoke lightly, then bounced his fingers, and even the Nascent Soul was destroyed.

From beginning to end, he moved only one finger and wiped a Nascent Soul cultivator into an invisible state.

"You...have you killed the ancestor of the Nascent Soul?"

Fang Xing felt very tired, but when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but scream.

Bai Qianzhang smiled faintly and looked down at him: "It has nothing to do with me, you killed me!"

"Oh, let me take the blame for you..."

Fang Xing rolled his eyes: "Uncle Eleven is not me talking about you. It's too unauthorized to do this. How can you be worthy of your master's style? After so many years, I treat you as a good person. When I'm not busy robbing, I miss you very much. As a result, you took this blame as soon as you met me. Why do you tell me that I'm in love? Except for your hair is white, your heart is black..."

Fang Xing said that he hadn't finished talking, and Bai Qianzhang couldn't help but smile bitterly and pointed it out.

"You'd better shut up!"

"Forehead……"

Fang Xing stared at him and wanted to object, but his eyelids could no longer help but become heavy, and his sleepiness surged like a tide.

Bai Qianzhang hugged him and slowly fell to the bottom of the Black Water Lake. Just below, next to the black prison that Fang Xing broke, there was an inconspicuous three-layer altar. On the first altar, dozens of dripping black beads were filled with each one. Each one was crystal clear in appearance, but there was a strange black aura surging inside, which seemed extremely mysterious and contained a powerful Taoist power.

Bai Qianzhang waved his sleeve and put dozens of beads into his sleeves. Then he stopped slightly, but two of them flew out of the sleeves, one into Fang Xing's mouth, and the other into Xiao Xue's mouth, which was wrapped in the golden Buddha light of a monk not far away. Then he circulated his magic power and wrote a line of big words about flying dragons and phoenixes on the first floor altar: "Fang Xing did this!"

After writing, I looked down and felt very satisfied. Then I waved my sleeves again.

He opened the first altar, revealing the layer below, but it was a light layer of liquid, and the light was shining.

Bai Qianzhang took out a porcelain bottle, put away the shallow layer of liquid, leaving no drops left, and wrote another line of words.

"It's still done by Fang Xing!"

After taking two layers of the altar, Bai Qianzhang smiled and looked at the third floor of the altar, whispering slowly: "The Huangfu family sealed the spirits of thousands of monsters in the Black Water Lake. If the once prosperous demon clan's foundation is suppressed in this lake, for thousands of years, it will extract its essence for its own use. On the one hand, it can provide the cultivators of the Huangfu clan to understand the power of the withered and dark underworld and practice the magical destruction technique. On the other hand, it will use this essence to cultivate the rare black water lake essence in the world, which can be used for cultivators to resist the thunder tribulation. On the third, it is the most precious spiritual liquid for the restoration of the soul in this world. It is difficult to replace a drop of ten thousand taels of spiritual essence... But the most precious thing is that it was sealed at the bottom of the lake at the beginning..."

He waved his sleeves, and the second layer of altar was also exposed, revealing the lowermost layer of altar.

At the bottom, there was only an irregular piece of misty treasure light, the size of a fist, changing invisible from time to time. When this light appeared, the demon clouds in the sky were swept up. The originally violent and violent, scrambled to kill people, but were later suppressed by the eighteen golden arhats in the air. The magic intention restrained a lot of thousands of demon spirits. At this time, it seemed that they suddenly recovered a trace of their spiritual intelligence, and the magic intention became stronger, and the heavens were shocked by the magic intention.

But the eighteen golden arhats in the air also chanted the scriptures a little stronger at this time, and they suppressed thousands of demon spirits again.

Bai Qianzhang didn't even look at the group of demon spirits, but just looked at the changing light with his eyes solemnly. His voice was low and it spread into the sea of ​​consciousness that was sleeping: "The source of all spirits... The Huangfu family could seal thousands of demon spirits in the Black Water Lake, so that they could not escape. It was due to the ancient ban inherited from the ancestral demon spirits, but it was guaranteed that the dead demon spirit would not dissipate for three thousand years. It was due to the source of Tao extracted from the body of ten thousand demons... Haha, Yin and Yang are illusory, and there is no such thing as no foundation in the world. If there was no such Dao Source of Dao that had been born to the extreme, how could there be this Black Water Lake Spirit that had been defeated to the extreme?"

Speaking of this, his face suddenly became solemn, his desolate voice lifted, and spread throughout the void: "My friends, my disciple helped you break the three thousand years of ban and repay you. How about repairing the Taoist foundation for him with the source of your life?"

"roar……"

In the void, the suppressed demon spirit, even if he lost his mind, seemed to know that he was about to lose his most precious thing. At this moment, he yelled in unison and then struggled desperately, as if he was going to come and stop the white-haired man from taking their most precious things. That crazy struggle power collapsed, almost making the eighteen Arhats unable to suppress it.

Bai Qianzhang ignored it, waved his sleeves, and the ball of precious light flew up and was directly incorporated into Fang Xing's body.

At this moment, some strange change occurred in Fang Xing, and a trace of spiritual intention seemed to rush out of his body.

Bai Qianzhang's ten fingers were flying. After clicking on him, runes were imprinted on the surface of his body, like a spider web, covering Fang Xing's body layer by layer, sealing this spiritually-filled precious light inside his body.

Afterwards, he smiled softly and waved his sleeves to leave a line of writing on the altar on the third floor.

"It was done by Fang Xing's master!")
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