Pei Feng cunningly reached the Blue Rock Peak. He didn't use concealment. He knew very well that in front of the giant of cultivation, his concealment technique was just a trick. It was difficult for the concealment technique to escape the detection of the cultivation giant, but instead exposed its own secret.
He hid behind an altar and looked into the formation. Good guy. All big shots.
His master, the majestic Xingkui Peak Master Jingxin Zhenren, could only stand obediently behind him with his hands down. When he looked at his master, Master Jingxin immediately turned his head to look at him. Then Pei Feng saw a funny scene.
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 actually looked at him with a smile at another altar. Then Yuanqing gestured with a knife and gave him a thumbs up. Apparently he was talking about his Xuan Bing magical power - Heaven and Earth Slash, which was very good.
Pei Feng's sweat dropped. I couldn't help but be shocked. How could that person still laugh in the face of so many big shots? Oh, he is a monster that has lived for three thousand years. Even the leader, Dao Zun Xianyun, is actually just a grandson in front of him.
Pei Feng immediately looked for Feng Lan again. He was standing next to Taoist Master Xianyun, and he had now returned to his human form. He has 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 steaming out. If you look closely, you can see that Feng Lan also has the same blood energy on his body. However, there are traces of red energy on a Suzaku's body, which seems very reasonable. No one could see any clue at all.
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 Zimu Shura Seal. 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 doesn't growl, let alone plead. Qianqing was always an ant in his eyes. He is about to die under the seal of Shura, not at the hands of Yuanqing.
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, hysterically.
"Ah! Ah! It's the Shura Seal! That's the Shura Seal! Destroy it quickly. Destroy it quickly."
Pei Feng naturally did not dare to move without permission. He was waiting for the opportunity and kept thinking of ways in his mind. How can we kill Qian Qing before his thoughts flash? This is almost impossible.
The only thing Pei Feng can rely on is his teleportation. And Yuanqing knew that he would teleport. But Qianqing didn't show any trace of nervousness. He didn't even take any precautions. It shows that he has enough confidence. He is so confident that he does not take the many giants of cultivation here into consideration.
Pei Feng knew that he only had one chance. Only one time!
Qianqing moved. He stood up slowly and held the "iron box" in his hands. He stepped closer to Feng Lan. The altar is far away from the center of the formation. At Yuanqing's walking speed, it would take at least one stick of incense to walk.
All cultivators may have noticed a young disciple walking towards them, but still no one paid him any attention. He was so small. 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 Lao Qing Niu landed on the top of Blue Rock Peak, Qian Mo left. He flew to his medicine valley. Of course he was most worried about two things. The first is whether his disciples hiding in the alchemy furnace are okay. The second is whether the treasures in the Medicine Valley have been damaged.
The old man hasn't landed yet. 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. Seventy percent of the elixir turned into fly ash.
Qianmo fell tremblingly in the medicine garden. Many of the spiritual herbs protected by the formation were also burned. His heart was bleeding. It was too late to put out the fire first, so Gan Mo dodged and came to the back garden.
Fortunately, the alchemy furnace is still there and the lid is still on. His disciple escaped this disaster.
Qian Mo tried to use his spiritual power to lift the stove lid. Opening it easily, Ye Canghai's seal had long since disappeared.
"Feng'er." Qian Mo immediately jumped into the alchemy furnace. He has a strong figure.
And the next moment, he was stunned. Qian Mo rubbed his eyes hard, unable to believe what he saw. His apprentice has a tall chest and fine skin and tender flesh. The whole body's bones have also undergone tremendous changes. He seems to have turned his disciple into a woman?
"My Feng'er!" For a moment, Gan Molao burst into tears! "My Feng'er 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, and 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 the Mayan Palace. The young disciples jumped out of the formation and began to help clean up the battlefield. A great battle ensues. Under the protection of everyone, they suffered the least damage. 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. 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 souls had just rushed into Nangong's formation in panic. Those defensive formations have no effect on them. After a great battle, many disciples were injured by the undead. Most of Nangong's casualties were caused by this. Zixuan was also severely injured by the undead just now.
Zixuan's entire face exuded a black-gray aura of death. She lay in Xiaotian's arms, holding Xiaotian's hand tightly, and kept chanting someone's name, "Senior Brother Zifeng, Senior Brother Zifeng..."
Although Xiaotian has always had a grudge against this senior sister. But looking at her dying look at this moment, I can't help but feel pity.
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.
"Wow", she broke away from Xiaotian's arms. There was a blush on the pale face.
Han Mengjie said: "The death energy has been removed, just take care of it."
She immediately rushed to remove the dead energy from others' bodies. She secretly marveled that after her observation, including Senior Sister Xiang Tong, this was the fifth female disciple who had a crush on the disciple named Zifeng.
Xiao Yu and the genius monk Xie Jun 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 forest was razed to the ground by these two god-transforming monks.
Both of them are the strongest among the younger generation of both factions. Both sides were at a young age, so naturally they wanted to be one step ahead of the other, but until they exhausted their immortal power and Tao power, they still couldn't decide the winner. Their trump cards had been cracked by the other party. Now only the competition of soul power is left. But at their level, there is no way to tell a winner in a soul power competition.
This is like two strong men throwing away their guns and iron swords, and each fighting with a wooden sword. The battle has become boring. Evil Lord was the first to stop.
"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 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 and said, "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 are attacking the mountain. How can you defend Wuji Sect? Even if Feng Lan has three heads and six arms, at this time Died in battle.”
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 beheaded. He no longer wanted to fight. Immediately he rose 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 slowly and slowly. The task given to him by Ghost Saint is to hold Xiao Yu back. He has completed this task. Xiao Yu's current combat power is low, and going back will only lead to death.
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, young monk."
Behind a big tree. A young man wearing Taoist robes walked out. Appears to be in his twenties.
"Are you a disciple of Wuji Sect?"
The disciple didn't deny it either. "It was."
"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 didn't lie. This kid 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!"
