The curtain was scattered, Tian Yao stood in front of the dragon horn, only one step away, but he never stepped out. What can't get out of my mind is still Suying's sentence "Go find it, find the rest of your body, and then..."
Heart protection scale, she still wants his heart protection scale, she still doesn't give up... Tian Yao's eyes are like snow, and his palm is clenched into a fist.
At this moment, there was a sudden loud noise outside, Yanhui's body was knocked into the house like a ball, and hit Tian Yao's back, causing him to stumble, and then Yanhui rolled to the side by himself, even the pain was painful. Before he had time to scream, he rolled on the ground, kicked his legs on the ground and rushed out again.
The knot in her hand instantly rolled over the back of Qingluan who followed her into the room, grabbed the bottom of Qingluan's two wings, and let Qingluan flap its wings and jump around, unable to get the wild goose away from it. Dropped off.
Yan Hui, who had stabilized his body, was distracted and glanced at Tian Yao who was slowly getting up over there, and immediately became less angry: "What are you pretending to be literary and thinking about a broken story! The dragon horn is here! Put it on for me there! Put the plug on! Are you waiting for the flowers to bloom!"
Tian Yao was hit hard by Yan Hui just now, he coughed twice, but he was indeed scolded by Yan Hui to regain his mind.
No matter whether this dragon horn was deliberately left to him by Su Ying, no matter how many calculations and conspiracies Su Ying has in the future, he must take this dragon horn.
This is a part of his body, and it belongs to him. If he wants to deal with Su Ying's conspiracy and tricks in the future, he must rely on his dragon horns. Neither will be less.
Tian Yao stretched out his hand and touched the top of the dragon horn floating in the air with his fingertips.
For a time, a warm feeling rushed into my heart from the fingertips along the bloodline.
The dragon's horns are also trembling.
Finally home. part of him.
Tian Yao stretched out his hands and touched a dragon horn with one hand. Although his palm was powerless, it glowed with golden light. For a while, Yan Hui, who was still in a fierce battle with Qingluan, noticed it.
In addition to the aura that suddenly became stronger, Yan Hui also felt a subtle warmth, like a cluster of bean-sized lights, burning in her chest.
In an instant, Yan Hui intuition that a force filled his limbs and bones. Qingluan was still struggling under her body, Yan Hui gritted her teeth and grabbed Qingluan's wing roots, but she heard a hoarse roar.
With two "chi" sounds, Qingluan's wings were torn off alive by Yanhui.
However, no blood fell, and the torn wings instantly turned into visible colored auras and floated to Tian Yao's side.
At Tian Yao's place, the dragon horn in his hand was gone, but the golden light was surrounding him.
The colored aura that Qingluan's wings turned into floated around his body, as if being attracted, twisted and rotated around him, and then slowly gathered on top of his head.
Yanhui tore off Qingluan's wings, and she lost the support to hold Qingluan. She jumped off Qingluan's back and fell to the side.
But there is no need to fight anymore. Qingluan, which lost its wings, lost a lot of spiritual power. It just stretched its neck and struggled to scream twice, and then fell to the ground and didn't move.
After a while, Qingluan's corpse also turned into colorful aura, and naturally floated to Tian Yao's side.
Surrounding him, like the colorful auspicious clouds around him, contrasted him into a fairy who seemed to be about to ascend immediately, receiving the baptism of God's gift.
Yanhui watched from the side, only to feel that this scene was amazingly beautiful, but because she knew about Tian Yao's experience, she also felt that it was so beautiful, it was better not to see it.
Just as Yanhui was thinking about it, a low scolding came from outside: "He Fang Xiao Yao dares to break into my Tianxiangfang!"
Hearing this deep voice, it was all Feng Ming who came back!
Yan Hui was startled and looked back at Tian Yao. Although he didn't know what Tian Yao was doing, he looked like he had not completely integrated the dragon's horns into his body, and the surrounding aura was still surrounding him. Rotation, thinking about it, seems to be a critical time for exercise and digestion in the body.
When he was forcibly interrupting his exercise, the meridians would go retrograde at light, or he would die suddenly. Although Tian Yao was not performing exercise, if he was interrupted, he would not be much better if he wanted to come and end.
Feng Ming could not be allowed in.
Yan Hui gritted his teeth, remembering a nine-tailed fox spirit formation technique that Tian Yao taught her. She was still busy making cloths, and just came out with a prototype. Fang Fengming sacrificed a magic weapon, it was a The big iron ball with flames collided with Yanhui's unfinished barrier.
The fireball was bounced back, and Yan Hui's nine-tailed fox barrier shattered in response.
Feng Ming had already appeared at the door: "It's actually the magic of the nine-tailed fox clan!" He glared at Yan Hui, "I asked why the two of you were sneaky last time. My disciple intends to steal my treasure..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Ming turned to Yan and looked behind him, but when he saw that his brows were wrinkled, his expression seemed startled and suspicious.
Yan Hui thought badly, he saw the appearance of Tian Yao fused with dragon horns, he must not be allowed to live now!
Yan Hui gritted his teeth and shouted: "You old man, you have killed so many fox demons with ruthlessness. Today, let you come and compare with me to see how much you have." The words are big, but in fact Yan Hui is in his heart. There is no confidence, but now that I have no confidence, I have to be shameless.
Without waiting for Feng Ming's response, she preempted and rushed forward to fight against Feng Ming.
But she had just fought against Qingluan, and her vitality had not recovered much. She used the spells of the nine-tailed fox clan, which she knew but was not very comfortable with, so it didn't take long for Yanhui to naturally lose out.
But after so many years of sparring with fellow apprentices and brothers in Chenxing Mountain, Feng Ming's tricks were basically resolved by her intelligence.
After a while, Feng Ming became impatient. He turned his eyes and stared at Tian Yao: "Boy, look at your arrogance!"
As soon as he drank it, he took Yan Hui with one hand and threw the magic weapon with the other, smashing it straight at Tian Yao. Tian Yao still closed his eyes in the spiritual energy, concentrated his energy, without any distraction.
Seeing that the fireball was about to hit him in the face.
Yan Hui's heart panicked, and he couldn't care about anything at the time. A flashing shadow fell directly in front of Tian Yao, urging the immortal magic in his body to control the magic weapon, and then pressed it hard. On the ground, it smashed straight through the floor, and the whole child was buried in the ground.
Yan Hui knelt down on one knee, one hand was still on the fireball, and the other hand was backed and stopped in front of Tian Yao.
"Chenxingshan Instant Shadow Technique." Feng Ming murmured, "After working for a long time, you are really a fellow Daoist."
Yanhui stood up from the ground, her hair was a little messy in the fight just now, but this made her a little more arrogant, she smiled with a crooked mouth, slightly revealing sharp little tiger teeth: "I know too much. A lot of people generally die early."
"Arrogant, you've spent all your time trying to hide." Feng Ming sneered, "In front of me..."
Yan turned around and moved, no longer stingy with his mana, and attacked like Feng Ming as quickly.
Anyway, he already knew her sect, so there was no need to hide it any more, and the immortal cultivators outside had already run away almost, using Chen Xingshan's spell to fight Feng Ming, Yan Hui had no scruples.
There was only one thought in her heart, to protect herself and Tian Yao, and now, she could only kill this sinister and old man. Even if it is…
Fight for a lose-lose.
The flames in her eyes burned, the mana in her palm condensed, and she rushed towards Feng Ming with a posture of only attacking but not defending. Feng Ming was startled, but he couldn't resist for a while, but the more he retreated, the more he was forced to the end by Yanhui. Feng Ming gritted his teeth: "Little bastard, I want you to go out sideways today!"
As soon as the words fell, he did not avoid it, and despite the risk of being hit by Yan Hui's palm, he punched Yan Hui's abdomen.
Yan Hui groaned, but the strength in his hand still hit Feng Ming's heart.
Feng Ming took three steps back. I only felt an even more burning pain spreading through my internal organs.
And Yan Hui was not feeling well either, she only felt like a knife was twisted in her stomach, but now was the best time to kill Feng Ming. As soon as she gritted her teeth, she tried to ignore the pain, and just as she was about to rush forward, there was a glittering glint behind her.
Yan Hui felt the warmth in his heart gushing out, filling every inch of his body with blood. She took a step and couldn't take it anymore.
Feng Ming, whose heart was burned to the extreme, saw this, his heart was not good, and he was unable to fight again. Although the boy on that side did not know what he was doing, it made people subconsciously feel dangerous.
One against two is no good. Taking advantage of the moment when Yan Hui was slow, he turned around and ran out of the room.
He still has backers, he helps Suying with things, Suying will not ignore him...
Feng Ming limped and ran out of the yard with difficulty. He stayed at a corner. He wanted to shout in exchange for the immortal cultivator still in the yard, but when he looked around, the surroundings had been emptied so that there were no insects. fly one.
"A bunch of… useless trash… trash."
"Uncle, who are you talking about?"
There were light, slow footsteps outside the courtyard.
Feng Qianshuo smiled and waved his fan, and led a group of men and horses to step in and stopped in front of Feng Ming.
Feng Ming looked at Feng Qianshuo, who was squinting with a smile, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Nephew, there are two people here, one is a monster who stole the immortal's secret treasure, and the other is helping the monster and betraying the immortal. Clan's cultivators! They have been seriously injured at this time, and you don't want to make a contribution to the immortal clan to protect my status in the world of Qijuetang."
"Uncle is right." Feng Qianshuo nodded and passed Feng Ming, "Let me go meet them. Then..."
Feng Qianshuo turned his head slightly, and in a gentle smile, he suddenly took on a murderous aura: "Trouble uncle first, go to the Palace of Hell and wait for the news."
Feng Ming's eyes widened, a large knife had already been pierced through his chest. The knife was pulled out without hesitation. Feng Ming knelt on both knees and fell straight down: "Okay..." Feng Ming said, "Okay, more cruel than your father..."
Feng Qianshuo spread out his fan and fanned the smell of blood from the air: "In your entire life, apart from your looks, you have complimented me like that. It's rare!" He sighed, but he was relieved.
His uncle is finally dead.