The magic cloud has completely gathered, and the sky and the earth are vast and gloomy, as if they have fallen into the eternal night.
Fang Xing fell straight down, but there were too many demon spirits around him, biting and tearing around him, which made his powerless body dangle in the air, dangling and helpless, and the falling speed slowed down instead, while Fang Xing Knowing that there was no more reason, he let go of his heart, changed to a more comfortable posture, crossed his legs, and let those fierce and violent demon spirits gather towards him, sending him to the west.
Xiaoman...
Jin Liuzi...
Brother Pig...
Silly and clever...
Old Evil King...
Dragon Girl...
And that honest Chu Ci girl... I heard that she has been waiting for me in Chu Wangting, but it's a pity that I don't have the time to go there.
"Oh, forget it!"
At first I wanted to look back, but when I thought about it, I felt that all kinds of thoughts came, and there were too many things to miss, so I simply didn't want to.
But I said I didn't want to, but I couldn't stop thinking about it. I thought of Senior Sister Lingyun who went to Beiju Demon Land in order to find herself, and then fought with Fox Immortal Fairy in front of the Demon Palace, and finally won a big victory. In order to save the Dragon Girl who has become the Goddess of the Four Seas...
He also thought of Uncle Eleven, who was dead or alive, and the ten daughters-in-law he had promised him...
"I still don't want to die..."
The more he thought about it, the more unwilling he felt, Fang Xing couldn't help muttering: "The ten wives mentioned by Uncle Eleven haven't married yet..."
At this moment, my already silent heart became restless again.
Damn, can't die!
There are beauties in this world, all charming and charming, soft jade and soft fragrance, who haven't slept all over yet, how can they be willing to die
There are treasures in this world, jewels and treasures, priceless, and they have not been snatched up, how can they be willing to die
There are sluts in this world, vicious and ugly, with hideous faces, and they haven't been killed yet, how can they be willing to die
This is a colorful world, young master, I have not stayed enough, whoever you love will die, anyway, I will not die...
As soon as a thought arises, thousands of thoughts arise. Fang Xing's already dull eyes suddenly brighten, and a little strength rises in his body, shaking off the countless demon spirits that have rushed to him. Gathered all my strength...
... began to shout at the top of his voice: "Help..."
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There is really no other way, if you don’t want to die and you can’t live, then you can only call for help.
The waves of sound rolled to the four fields, but no one responded. The members of the Huangfu clan are almost dead, who will save themselves
However, just as he was yelling for help, there was a sudden change in the sky, but above his head, the magic cloud that had gathered and completely covered all the sky surged again, and a sword light Passing by, the demon cloud all over the sky was cut open at this moment, and in this gap, there was a man who walked in slowly with both hands behind his back without rushing.
The man was dressed in white and had white hair, and his sleeves fluttered like a banished immortal.
And behind the man, someone else came.
A monk with a height of eight feet and a golden awn came in, stepped into a void, sat cross-legged, and chanted scriptures.
After the monks, there were others, one after another, and one after another monks entered the magic cloud and occupied a certain prescription position.
A total of eighteen people before and after, all with indestructible golden bodies, filled the void, and the sound of the ancient scriptures resounded in the void.
Even in the land of the Huangfu clan, the roiling magic was suppressed by their chanting voices.
The tyrannical thousands of demon spirits actually had a semblance of clarity at this moment.
And the man in the white robe stepped forward, swept away the demon spirits around Fang Xing who were vying to bite him with his sleeves, and held him in his arms, with a gentle smile on his unparalleled handsome face, Looking down at him, the wind is clear and calm.
"Ten... Uncle Eleven, why are you here?"
Fang Xing tried his best to open his eyes wide, making sure that he was not an illusion, and he stammered after a while.
The Eleventh Uncle Bai Qianzhang, whom he had never seen since parting from the Qingyun Sect, suddenly appeared in front of him.
This scene was so dreamy, and Uncle Eleven was so unlike a mortal, for a while, Fang Xing couldn't tell the truth from the fake.
"The disciples are calling for help, how can I not come?"
Bai Qianzhang joked, and there seemed to be infinite divine power on his arms, which poured into Fang Xing's body, suppressing his pain.
"Oh, what a shame..."
Fang Xing wanted to raise his hand to cover his face, but his arm was so weak that he couldn't cover it anymore.
"Ha ha… "
Bai Qianzhang laughed loudly, his voice was extremely joyful.
"You... You are from Lingshan Temple... Do you want to make enemies of our Huangfu family?"
In the slanting stab, a panicked and angry voice yelled, and the demonic cloud in the sky swung away again, and a figure fell into the cloud in panic, holding a big flag to protect himself, roaring furiously at the golden monks in the air, and suddenly It was Huangfu Jingduan, this old man actually re-entered the magic cloud, he looked as if he was forced back, and above his head, there was indeed a three-foot-tall gray-robed monk with a Holding a white-haired woman in her arms, she stared at him squarely, her breath billowing and dispersing invisible.
The wine and meat monk is obviously the wine and meat monk who I met once in Qing Yunzong.
"You bullied my apprentice, you still want to leave?"
Bai Qianzhang looked at Huangfu Jingduan with a half-smile, with a smile on his face, but his eyes were indifferent.
"Your apprentice? You... this little devil, when did you have any relationship with Lingshan Temple?"
Huangfu's respectful expression was as if he had swallowed a fly, the veins on his neck were exposed, and his voice was hoarse: "And he came to destroy our Huangfu family, saying that I bullied him, it's nonsense, you Lingshan Temple actually wants to help the evildoers No?"
At this time, he was also full of anger, almost maddened with anger. Just now, after he escaped from the magic cloud, he was blocked by the monk of wine and meat. After several attempts, he couldn't escape, and was forced back into the magic cloud . I was so shocked in my heart, I couldn't help but had a terrible thought, could it be that Lingshan Temple is finally going to break with the Huangfu family head-on
"Bring this little devil!"
With all kinds of thoughts intertwined, he had no time to think about it, so he rushed towards Bai Qianzhang with a roar, and stretched out his hand to grab Fang Xing.
As the Yuanying Patriarch, he has a clear mind and knows what to do at this time!
Seeing that the situation was not good, he immediately shot to snatch Fang Xing as a threat.
The wine and meat monk who blocked his way had a high level of cultivation. He knew he was no match, so he wanted to snatch him from the white-haired man who couldn't see his cultivation level at this moment. As long as he snatched the little devil in his arms, I still have a chance today...
Rumble!
The shattering law was urged to the extreme, and the big hand covered the sky and covered the ground, swinging the void out of the void. The force was amazing, and it directly locked on a void, as if a giant palm like the sky, viciously grabbed the slender man in white.
The situation is too serious, and he is trying his best to make a move.
However, facing his palm, the man in white didn't even look at him. He just freed up a hand and pointed in the air. The seemingly light finger was full of Taoism and mystery. It was impossible to hit Huangfu Jingduan, no matter the distance or the size of the shape, but it happened that this point came over, and Huangfu Jingduan's head moved closer and was being hit.
"Forehead… "
All Huangfu Jingduan's angry roars were blocked back into his throat, and the Dafa Xiang froze immediately.
During this pointing, his dharma image shrunk rapidly and poured back into his body, and then cracks appeared on his body, just like porcelain, after a long while of stagnation, it suddenly shattered, and the fragments turned into flying sand, flying one after another , disappeared into the void, and where the body stayed, there was only a little Huangfu Jingduan left, with beard and hair, covered in purple light, and with a dull expression.
"Over the past three thousand years, Nan Zhan's biggest joke has been the Huangfu family!"
The white-haired man opened his mouth lightly, and flicked his fingers, even the Nascent Soul was shattered.
From the beginning to the end, he just moved a finger, and wiped out a Nascent Soul Daxiu invisibly.
"You... you killed the Yuanying Patriarch?"
Fang Xing felt very tired at first, but seeing this scene, he couldn't help crying out in a low voice.
Bai Qianzhang smiled faintly and looked down at him: "It has nothing to do with me, you killed him!"
"Oh, I'll wipe it, let me take the blame for you..."
Fang Xing rolled his eyes: "It's not that I'm talking about you, Uncle Eleven. It's too unnatural for you to do so. How can I be worthy of your superior demeanor? After so many years, I still regard you as a good person. Don't be busy. I missed you when I was robbing, but you gave me such a big blame as soon as we met, you said you let me love you, except that your hair is white and your heart is black... "
Fang Xing chattered endlessly, Bai Qianzhang couldn't help but smiled wryly, and pointed out.
"You better shut up!"
"Forehead… "
Fang Xing stared at him to object, but his eyelids couldn't help getting heavy, and sleepiness flooded in like a tide.
And Bai Qianzhang hugged him, and floated slowly to the bottom of the Black Water Lake. Just below, next to the black prison that Fang Xing broke through, there was an inconspicuous three-story altar. There are dozens of black beads dripping, each of which is crystal clear in appearance, but there are traces of strange black energy surging inside, which does not stop for a moment, appearing miraculous and containing majestic power.
With a wave of Bai Qianzhang's big sleeve, he put all the dozens of beads into his sleeve, and then stopped for a while, but two more flew out of his sleeve, one stuffed into Fang Xing's mouth, and the other stuffed into Fang Xing's mouth. It entered the mouth of Xiao Xue who was surrounded by the golden Buddha light of a monk not far away, and then circulated his mana to write a line of flamboyant characters on the altar on the first floor: "Fang Xing did this!"
That's all for writing, I looked down and felt very satisfied, so I waved my big sleeve again.
He uncovered the first layer of altar, revealing the lower layer of altar, but it was a shallow layer of liquid, shining brightly.
Bai Qianzhang took out a porcelain bottle, collected the shallow layer of liquid, and wrote another line.
"Fang Xing did it!"
After taking the things from the two altars in a row, Bai Qianzhang smiled, looked at the third layer of the altar, and whispered leisurely: "The Huangfu family sealed the spirits of thousands of big monsters in the black water lake. If the once prosperous The huge monster clan backgrounds are all suppressed in this lake. For thousands of years, the essence has been extracted for their own use. Firstly, it can be used by the monks of the Huangfu clan to understand the power of withering and ghosts, and to practice the magic shattering formula. This essence is used to raise the rare black water lake spirit in the world, which can be used by monks to resist thunder disasters. Three times, it is the most precious spiritual liquid in the world for repairing the soul. It is difficult to change a drop of spirit essence... But the most precious is It was sealed at the bottom of the lake from the very beginning..."
With a wave of his sleeve, the second altar was also exposed, revealing the lowest altar.
At the bottom, there is only an irregular piece of dense precious light, only the size of a fist, which changes and becomes invisible from time to time. When this light appears, the sky is full of magic clouds, and those who were originally violent and vying to kill each other were later captured by eighteen people in the air. A golden-bodied arhat subdued the thousands of demon spirits whose demonic intentions had subsided a lot. At this time, it seemed that they suddenly recovered a little sanity, and the demonic intentions became stronger, and the heavens were shaken by the demonic intentions.
But the 18 golden arhats in the air also chanted a little bit more loudly at this time, suppressing thousands of demon spirits again.
Bai Qianzhang didn't even look at the group of demon spirits, but stared solemnly at the changing ball of precious light, and his voice was low and low, bit by bit transmitted into Fang Xing's sea of consciousness, who was sleeping: "Wan Wan?" The source of the spiritual way... The Huangfu family was able to seal thousands of demon spirits in the black water lake, making them unable to escape, relying on the ancestral seal from ancient times, but it was the guarantee that the dead demon spirits would not dissipate for three thousand years, relying on This group is the source of Dao extracted from the body of Wan Yao... Hehe, yin and yang are illusory and endlessly changing. Everything in the world has no foundation. Where is the ultimate black water lake spirit?"
Having said this, his face suddenly became solemn, and his desolate voice was raised, which spread throughout the void: "My friends from the monster race, my apprentice helped you break the three thousand year ban, and in return, I will use your previous Dao source to repair him. How is the base?"
"Roar… "
In the void, the suppressed demon spirits seemed to know that they were about to lose their most precious thing even if they lost their minds. At this moment, they roared in unison, and then struggled desperately, as if they wanted to come over to stop them. The white-haired man ingested their most precious thing, and that kind of crazy struggling power was unleashed, which almost made the eighteen arhats unable to suppress it.
But Bai Qianzhang ignored it, and with a wave of his sleeve, the ball of precious light flew up and directly entered Fang Xing's body.
At this moment, some strange changes occurred in Fang Xing's body, and a trace of spirituality seemed to rush out of his body.
And Bai Qianzhang's ten fingers flew like flying, and when he touched his body, a series of runes were imprinted on the surface of his body, wrapping around Fang Xing's body layer by layer like spider webs, filling this mass with spirituality All the treasured light was sealed in his body.
After that, he smiled softly, waved his sleeve and left a line of writing on the altar on the third floor.
"Fang Xing's master did it!"