Seeing several small pocket beasts lying panting in the grass, no one was in a hurry to take action.
"Uh-huh-huh..."
After a while, Bai Zizai stretched out his hand towards the little beast closest to him and called out a few times.
The little beast gave him a weak look, then turned away.
"Not a dog."
Bai Zizai came to such a conclusion, causing Wei Junxian and others to give him a blank look.
Is not this nonsensical.
"Meow~meow~"
Bai Zizai didn't give up and continued to call out.
"It's up to me whether a spiritual beast that has transformed from the great avenue of heaven and earth can be treated like a cat or a dog."
Wei Junxian smiled confidently and stretched out his left hand to take something from the stored magic weapon. When everyone's eyes fell on his left hand, he suddenly raised his right hand holding the imitation Spring and Autumn Pen and pointed it at the four people in the Demon Palace.
"The sage said: A journey of half a mile begins with a single step."
The original sentence is Qianli, but Wei Junxian's cultivation is not enough, and the four people in the Demon Palace are also opponents with the same cultivation level as him. If he really chants the word "Qianli", he may be counterattacked by the imitation Chunqiu pen, and the gain outweighs the loss.
Therefore, changing the distance from a thousand miles to half a mile will not put too much pressure on oneself, but also allow enough distance between the four people in the Demon Palace and the divine beast.
As the halo flickered, the four people in the Demon Palace seemed to be lifted up by invisible energy, and were about to be teleported half a mile away.
As the leader of the four people in the Demon Palace, Ye He punched his chest suddenly and spit out a large mouthful of blood.
According to rumors, the beasts, monsters, monsters, etc. that live in the demonic grassland all have the blood of ancient alien beasts in their bodies. Swallowing its essence and blood into the body, nourishing it with spiritual energy, and using the blood cultivation technique to perform miraculous effects against the enemy.
The blood exploded into a cloud of blood mist, and a strange beast with a snake tail and turtle body loomed in the blood mist.
The blood-red alien beast roared into the sky, and it just canceled out the magical power of the imitation Spring and Autumn Brush, and then it itself dissipated with the blood mist.
Ye He grinned ferociously, and the four half-human, half-animal figures rushed toward Wei Junxian.
"I'll hold them back while you hurry up and capture the beast."
Wei Junxian was unafraid. He held the pen with one hand and activated the awe-inspiring energy with the other hand to fight with the four people in the Demon Palace.
"When did this guy become so loyal?"
Bai Zizai asked Murong Canghai suspiciously.
Murong Canghai said with a solemn expression.
"Something unexpected happened, so be careful."
Seeing Ouyang Liuyun and other people in Shushan urging Haoran Qi to turn into huge palms and catch the small pocket beast, the two of them did not dare to neglect and quickly joined the arrest process.
"Little monk Liaofan, I don't know what to call the donor?"
The little monk Liofan who was thrown out as a sandbag by Wei Junxian, the golden Buddha light on his body dissipated at this moment, sitting cross-legged, confronting a furry little beast... chatting...
"Zhizhi...zhizhi..."
The little beast waved its paws dissatisfiedly at the little monk twice. The swelling on the top of its head hurt, and tears of grievance flashed in the corners of its eyes.
"This is not what Xiaoseng wanted. Xiaoseng is also a victim."
Liao Fan pointed to his red and swollen forehead and explained.
"Zhizhi..."
"Oh, it turns out to be Donor Zhizhi."
"Zhizhi..."
"How can you not have a name? As the saying goes, people are born from human beings, and beasts are born from beasts. They must be given names after birth, otherwise how can they be commensurate?"
"Zhizhi..."
Although the miniature beasts were exhausted and weak, they relied on their petite size and flexible movement to make everyone in Shushan fail to capture them.
Bai Zizai and Murong Canghai tried several times, but in the end they failed.
Seeing that Wei Junxian was gradually losing strength under the siege of the four people from the Demon Palace, Bai Zizai felt fierce in his heart and used his flying sword to stab the hind legs of a small pocket beast.
Murong Canghai was making secrets with one hand and drawing talisman in the air with the other hand. There was a faint sound of thunder above his head.
"Young people are full of energy, which is great! It's just too noisy."
Noticing the commotion outside the courtyard, the old man couldn't help but sigh with a smile, and then waved his hand.
"what's the situation?"
Bai Zizai watched the flying sword of his destiny fall into the bushes as a doctor. No matter how he pinched the sword and stamped his feet, he could clearly feel the connection with the flying sword, but he just didn't obey the orders, so he couldn't help but be dumbfounded.
Murong Canghai looked up at the sky, and the thunderclouds he had summoned with his previous spell instantly dissipated without a trace.
I wanted to take out a few spare talismans, but I couldn't even open the storage jade ring.
The people in Shushan activated the giant palms transformed by Haoran Qi, and the blood mist surrounding the four people in the Demon Palace also dissipated.
While the four people in the Demon Palace were stunned, Wei Junxian quickly retreated to Ouyang Liuyun, held his breath and felt it and murmured.
"It's strange, all the spiritual energy around me has disappeared, the spiritual power in my body is not in control, and the magic weapon is ineffective."
Then he glanced at Bai Zizai and Murong Canghai, and saw that both of them had expressions of astonishment on their faces. He realized that the change had nothing to do with them, and he said urgently.
"For some reason, spiritual power, spells, and magic weapons cannot be used. The demons are physically strong. We can only fight against them by forming an alliance."
"Forging an alliance with you is like seeking the skin of a tiger. I'm afraid I'll have to count the money for you when I'm sold by you."
Bai Zizai mocked coldly.
"I have shown enough sincerity to resist Ye He and the others by myself before. If you still don't believe it, then I, Shushan, will give up this fight and let you two deal with Ye He and the others."
Wei Junxian said angrily.
The four people in the Demon Palace also realized that they had the advantage at this moment. They didn't care about wondering why the spiritual energy of heaven and earth dissipated, and rushed over with a ferocious smile.
Bai Zizai and Murong Canghai also understood that in the current situation, they alone were no match for the four people in the Demon Palace, and they could only compete with Shushan if they cooperated.
So he didn't have much to worry about and could only resist the attack of the four people from the Demon Palace alongside Wei Junxian and other Shushan disciples.
Bai Wuyi is a scholar. Without the blessing of Haoran Qi, Wei Junxian and other Shushan disciples are just a little stronger than ordinary people, but they are beaten and screamed by the people of the Demon Palace in a few seconds.
Murong Canghai, who was good at magic spells and seals, was also beaten badly.
Only Bai Zizai managed to stabilize the situation by dancing wildly with his natal flying sword.
"Hey, that big brother in the back is still watching the show, come up and help us."
In the midst of his busy schedule, Bai Zizai shouted to the mysterious man in a burka who was standing motionless at the back.
Then he glanced at the little monk Liaofan and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"What are you doing, little bald donkey? Why don't you come here... Hey... stop fighting. The bald donkey will take all the advantages."
The group of people who were fighting passionately turned their heads and looked around when they heard the words, and saw the little monk Liao Fan holding a small pocket beast in his arms and caressing it. Those who heard the words whispered did not know what he was talking about.
The furry little little beast kept rubbing its head in Liofan's arms, with a comfortable expression on its face, and its whole body was emitting a glimmer of light.
The mythical beast transformed from the great avenue was surrendered by the little monk?
That's a slap in the face!
Just as Bai Zizai said, any further advantage would be taken by that bald donkey.
No one stipulates that you can only enjoy one of the avenues. The more, the better.
"Everyone depends on their ability. Whoever grabs it will get it. Once you get it, others are not allowed to covet it, otherwise they will attack in groups. Is that okay?"
Wei Junxian suggested urgently.
