"Master Xuanyu, who are you?"
A trace of panic flashed across Zhu Hong's face. The sloppy Taoist in front of him had a restrained aura, and it was impossible to tell his level of cultivation.
But he knew that it was this kind of monk who was often more terrifying. Suddenly, a first-grade monk might appear.
At this time, his mood was like a crispy shooter who had just walked into the river, and two strong warriors suddenly jumped out of the grass.
And now that Wei Jinghuan has regained his true form, he is full of Yin Qi, and his cultivation has reached the peak of the first level.
"who are we?"
A smile appeared on Wei Jinghuan's face, and then he roared: "Aren't you Beimang just looking for me?"
"Now, I'm here!"
"Are you Wei Jinghuan?"
A trace of panic flashed across Zhu Hong's face, and he spoke the name of Chang Shenghou who made the lower-level officers and soldiers of Beimang fearful 1,500 years ago.
Although this Chang Sheng Hou only appeared for three short years, he fell like a meteor.
But his skill in using troops and his skill in dispatching troops spread throughout Daxuan and Beimang.
In the early stages of the war between Daxuan and Beimang, they were only under the second-level cultivation level. It was because of this Changsheng Hou that the first-level great witch personally took action and cursed him to death.
The fall of Wei Jinghuan caused Daxuan to directly dispatch ten first-level monks to kill Beimang soldiers on the border of Daxuan.
Taizu Daxuan even went deep into Beimang alone and seriously injured the Witch God. As a result, he was also seriously injured.
Daxuan lost three first-level monks, while Beimang lost nine first-level monks.
There was also a first-grade great witch who was seriously injured.
Taizu thought he had killed him. In fact, this first-grade great shaman was hiding a rare treasure. Although he was seriously injured, he luckily escaped and did not die.
"Yes, it is me!"
Wei Jinghuan nodded slightly, then glared angrily. The long knife on his waist was automatically unsheathed and fell into his hand: "You dog thief in Beimang, please accept your fate!"
The sound was like thunder, and the knife was like ice. With one strike, the Yin Qi on the entire Xuanwu Cliff became three points stronger, and the temperature dropped rapidly.
Zhu Hong raised the wooden stick in his hand and muttered something. Suddenly, an invisible and strange energy wave blocked in front of him, firmly holding Wei Jinghuan's long sword in the air.
At this time, if He Pingan used his spiritual eyes to look, he would be able to see a hemispherical black light shield in mid-air, protecting Zhu Hong and the two second-grade great witches beside him.
"Are you the Three Crazy Taoist?"
"The dragon-riding martial saint who Daxuan has recently become famous for?"
Seeing that he had temporarily caught Wei Jinghuan's attack, Zhu Hong calmed down and looked at the sloppy Taoist with fear in his eyes.
"Exactly!"
He Pingan nodded, feeling extremely satisfied. It seemed that his reputation was not small, and it had already spread to Beimang.
Then he suddenly asked a strange question: "Friend Wu Xian Taoist should be coming soon, right?"
A look of surprise flashed across Zhu Hong's face, and it disappeared in an instant, and he said: "Master Wu Xian is still meditating in Dadu, Beimang, nearly a million miles away from here, and he won't be coming here for a short time."
He Ping'an smiled and said nothing. A golden light flashed on his right hand, then he raised his palm slightly and smacked it out. A golden palm about a hundred feet wide appeared out of thin air.
Then everyone heard a soft "stab" sound in their ears, like the sound of breaking glass.
The black shield that was indestructible just now shattered like paper in front of the golden palm.
The golden palm didn't stop there, it still slapped it hard, the space was blocked, and it fell from the top of the head with infinite force.
The two second-grade great witches beside Zhu Hong didn't even grunt, and were directly crushed into two bloody meat pies.
A thin layer of black light shone from the wooden stick in Zhu Hong's hand, barely holding up under the huge pressure. In his eyes, the golden giant palm falling from the sky was infinitely large and infinitely heavy, and he could not resist it at all.
Even if he wanted to escape, the space was blocked by the giant golden palm. With his strength, he could not break through it.
'How do you say do it? '
A trace of despair flashed in his eyes. Faced with such a huge gap in strength, no matter what he did, it would not help. The most it could do was delay his death by one breath.
I originally thought that the three crazy Taoists would take his identity into consideration and would not take action against him. As long as he persisted for a moment, Master Wu Xian would be able to free his hands.
"Three crazy fellow Taoists, is it too much to attack a junior?"
At this moment, a harsh voice sounded in He Pingan's ears.
Then a figure hidden in a black robe from head to toe suddenly appeared under the giant golden palm. The black wooden staff in his hand was gently raised, and a strange force rose up, immediately pressing the golden palm into the air. , unable to fall.
When He Ping'an saw this person appear, with a thought, the golden palm suddenly turned into little golden light and dispersed, and the invisible power disappeared immediately, as if it had never appeared before.
After all, the purpose of his action was to force him to show up. If he showed up, there would be no need for him to bully a first-grade great witch.
To be transcendent, sometimes you still have to put on a show.
"Friend Wu Xian, you are finally here."
He Pingan laughed heartily, as if he was seeing an old friend for many years.
"Three crazy fellow Taoists seem to have known I was coming for a long time?"
The wizard in the black robe could not see any change in his expression, and his voice was harsh and cold.
"Friend Wu Xian Daoist has been planning for today for a long time, how come he doesn't come?"
"Besides, haven't you been waiting for me?"
He Ping'an said with a smile: "If what I expected is correct, that pill flowed into the Eternal Life Palace from you, right?
"And you are the first-grade great witch who was lucky enough to survive back then!"
Upon hearing this, the Witch Fairy was silent for three breaths, and his blood-red eyes under the black robe stared at He Ping'an.
He Ping'an smiled calmly, not afraid of his gaze at all, and looked back.
The space suddenly fell into a deathly silence. After a long time, the two of them laughed "haha" at the same time, thinking at the same time that they were indeed their opponents, and they were as smart as themselves...
But he didn't know that the men on both sides of the war were complaining at the same time: "Two old yins are better than..."
The Witch Immortal took the lead to break the deadlock and said slowly: "What the Blood Demon Daoist said is indeed true. Ordinary strategies can't deceive you at all."
"Blood Demon?"
A trace of doubt flashed across He Pingan's face: "Are you talking about the Blood Demon Taoist Master?"
There was something strange in his heart. He had never met this Blood Demon Dao Master, but this person seemed to know him very well.
And he learned from the Heart Demon Taoist that this Blood Demon Taoist had not appeared for many years. Why was he so concerned about him?
He Pingan thought for a moment and suddenly felt his anus tighten.
In front of him was the Heart Demon Dao Master, and now there is the Blood Demon Dao Master. They are all staring at him. Could it be that he is greedy for his own body?
"Yes, this Blood Demon Dao Master has been friends with me for many years. Now he has officially returned to the Demon Realm and is the master of the Demon Realm again."
The Witch Immortal said lightly that he did not deliberately conceal the changes in the Demon Realm. As long as this three crazy Taoist was willing to inquire about such a major change, he would soon know about it.
At this moment, Wei Jinghuan, who had been standing quietly aside, suddenly asked, with hatred in his eyes: "Are you Zhu Qing?"
The black robe of the Witch Immortal shook for a moment, then he smiled slowly and said: "Haha, no one has mentioned this name in front of me for more than a thousand years."
"I didn't expect that you would still recognize me."
"You are indeed not dead yet!"
When Wei Jinghuan heard this and saw that he did not deny it, anger flashed in his eyes, and the long knife in his hand immediately pointed at Zhu Qing, who was wrapped in black robe, with murderous intent.
Candle green?
He Pingan's heart moved, and he immediately understood why Wei Jinghuan was so angry suddenly.
Zhu Qing was the black-robed wizard who killed more than 10,000 members of the Xuanjia Army in his dream.
However, this person was also extremely short back then, so why is he as tall as an ordinary person now?
Thinking back to some of the scenes he had seen in Yidan Pavilion before, He Ping'an had a vague guess in his mind.
This should be the particularity of the witch cultivator's practice.
When you reach the lower third level, you are no different from ordinary people. When you reach the middle third level, you start to gradually become shorter.
And when it reaches the third level, it reaches the peak of shortness.
On the contrary, after breaking through the Witch Fairy, the height will return to normal.
