Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

Outside Pan Guzhen, as well as a member of the Ghost Federation, are silently watching around. Now it is the battle between Nangong Ying and Shanshan Zen Master. The rest can't be inserted.

"Hey!"

A strong spiritual fluctuation, from the direction of the mountain pass, everyone turned around and saw, but only saw a wave of energy, constantly bursting out in the jungle outside the mountain pass, but no one.

There is also a battle there, it is the moon and the slave to Biqing.

A scream, Bi Qing's figure reflected, and picked up a few trees, slamming on the ground, a huge virtual print, flying out of the jungle, hovering over her head, slamming down, but The force is just right, just pressing her on the ground, but not crushing her body.

Biqing was suppressed by Da Yin, and several struggles did not help, lying on the ground with shame and humiliation.

Without her smelter, she is not an opponent of Xingyue.

Xingyue slaves flew in the air and fell in front of her, looking at her and smiling coldly: "I am purple and descended to Da Yin, can suppress all living things, you do not have to struggle, let alone the flesh, even if it is the soul, it is impossible to decide. Escape."

"You killed me!" Bi Qingxin was ashamed, and said with a bite.

Xingyue slaves found out the vajra, and Chong Biqing brightened and said: "You are the younger sister of Qingniu. Do you know that to unlock the seal of the vajra, tell me, I will let you go."

Bi Qing said, "You dream!"

"You have been repaired in the millennium. It is a pity that it will be destroyed today."

Bi Qing turned his face and refused to speak.

"Old woman, let go of this girl!"

At the Ghost Federation, everyone saw this scene, and the pony rushed to the first. Wu Jiawei followed.

The rest of the people did not rush to the past, but under the orders of Lin Sansheng, they stood in front of the Leichi and confronted those Pangu. Biqing has been suppressed, and his life is pinched in the hands of Xingyue slaves. Too many people will not help, and protecting Ye Shaoyang is the right thing.

Pony and Wu Jiawei rushed to the place where the Xingyue slave was ten meters away. They were afraid of angering the Xingyue slaves. One can kill Biqing, and they dare not act rashly.

"Old woman, you let go of this girl, come to me!" The pony yelled.

Xingyue slave looked at him with extreme anger. Although she was self-deprecating, she was always a woman, and she was called an old woman, and her heart was extremely unhappy. Forcibly suppressing the anger, Xingyue slaves fell their eyes back to Biqing’s face and said, "Are you making up your mind?"

"You better kill me! If I don't die, I will inevitably make you Xuanyuan Pheasant!"

Xingyue slave smiled and just said something. At this moment, a blue light flew and shot at her heart.

Xingyue slaves reacted extremely quickly, and the figures swept, and they flew over, and Da Yin immediately turned away. It was a cross-legged knot, trapping Bi Qing, and holding it in the hands, dragging on the ground to fly to the Leichi.

Pony and Wu Jiawei want to intercept, Xingyue slaves are deeply touched by one finger, and the air in front of them instantly solidifies, forming an enchantment that blocks the two.

Wu Jiawei opened the enchantment with a long sword. The Xingyue slave had already flew away with Biqing, and fell on the opposite side of the Leichi, on the side of the mound behind Pangu, overlooking it.

In the next second, the blue light fell. It was the wind and the wind and the whip, standing in front of the Xingyue slave station, looking at the past.

"You can count the wind!" Lao Guo saw the wind, and suddenly felt the confidence in his heart.

For a long time, the road wind is like a flower protector. When he appears, Ye Shaoyang is safe. Of course, Ye Shaoyang is not a flower.

Star Moon slaves look after the wind. The result was only waiting for the twelve disciples, standing in a row behind the wind and standing by.

"Don't look, your brother, has been hurt in the hands of my Lord, and fled." The ancient evil spirits said coldly to the stars and slaves.

Xingyue slaves showed a very shocked expression on their faces, as if they could not believe that the Qing will be defeated in the hands of the Tao. For a long while, she said coldly, "Your wind, your strength is indeed unexpected...but here is the site of Xuanyuan Mountain. You are iron and can be nailed into several nails? You don't want to leave today!"

"Daofeng, save Nangong Shadow! I can't do it alone!" Yang Gongyi has turned into a six-dimensional chaotic celestial body, forcibly rushed to the front of the mountain meditation master, and shared pressure for Nangongying.

One thousand and ninety-nine blood drops, under the violent consumption, there are few left, only a few... The Shanshan Zen master has been smashed into a cloth strip, and the body has been cut into countless The wounds, like humans, have blood oozing out, and the look is very tired, but the two scorpions still have an unwavering look.

Anyone can see that he has reached the point where the lights are running out.

The remaining dozens of blood drops temporarily suspended the attack on Shanshan Zen master, hovering in midair, seemingly hesitated, and then gathered together to form a huge one, smashing toward the mountain and the Zen master.

This is the last blood of Nangong Ying. If he is exhausted again, he will destroy the gods and there is no possibility of recovery.

Everyone is moving. There was also a wave of volatility on the face of Lianshanshan Zen Master.

"Amitabha, obsessed with obscurity, the old man will surpass you..." Shanshan Zen master announced a Buddha number, first smashed the rosary, dozens of beads together to fight the six chaotic objects of Yang Gongzhen, intended to drag her. Then put your hands together, keep chanting in your mouth, push your hands away, and hit the blood drops.

At the moment when the two sides are about to collide, the road wind suddenly shot, and the three clear ghosts turned into three auras, forming a powerful seal, flying to the front of the mountain Zen master, grabbing the front of the blood drop, with the mountain The Zen master put together a note.

A loud bang, the three sacred lights were shattered, re-formed into brilliance without any energy, and returned to the wind, although the three clear ghosts are long-range attacks, but the cost of the practitioner is not true. Damaged.

The body of the Taoist and Shanshan Zen masters shook. The road wind flew very fast. Xingyue slaves had long been expected to raise their hands and the air condensed to form a big seal, which was pressed against the wind.

Jianwen Emperor blocked it with a fish-bone sword, letting the wind smoothly rush over, and launched the **** sea scorpion, and the blood drops in the movement were collected in the **** sea. Looked down and looked at it, like talking to Nangong Ying: "You lost this one, and you can honestly repair the spirit inside."

"Do you want to kill him, I will come to revenge in the future..." The weak voice of Nangong Shadow floated out of the **** sea.

"I can't kill him." Daofeng fixed his eyes and looked at the mountain meditation master, faintly said.

"Amitabha. The old man can't stop you." Shanshan Zen master only looked at the wind and said. "However, today you are jealous of my thunder pool, but one can't go."