Ten thousand "black robe Senluo" are guarding here, and there are also sixteen Supreme Elders, sitting in the black palace, closing their eyes and resting, and their bodies are shining like sixteen gods in the temple.
Six giant-level powerhouses, their breath is looming.
This is the power that suppresses the seniors of the Feng family who dare not act rashly. Once something goes wrong, the entire Feng family will be exterminated.
This time, they were brought up by a group of young and beautiful girls, just like Feng Qingyu and the others. They were all the daughters of the Feng family. They were not the daughters of the city lord, but the eldest lady of a mansion. Now he is a prisoner.
Their fathers have all been killed by the evil monks of Senluo Temple, and they are still alive because they are women, beautiful women.
There were a total of one hundred and thirty-six women, half of whom were girls between the ages of twelve and sixteen. Their pretty faces were pale with fright, and their delicate bodies were shivering.
These women are the most beautiful in the direct line of the Feng family.
All the evil cultivators in the seventh hall were excited, laughed lewdly, and stared at these beautiful women with fiery eyes.
Wanxiang Cen said with a smile: "Every senior of the Feng family, you have all seen that the monks in our seventh hall are drooling over the women of your Feng family..."
Someone in the Xuanxing Blessed Land couldn't help but scolded them, scolding: "Demon girl, if you dare to touch them, as long as there is one person in our Feng family, we will fight to the end with your seventh hall."
Wan Xiangcen covered his mouth and smiled: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, even if the Feng family is exterminated, you don't have to be afraid of the future. The thousands of monks in our seventh hall will help you pass down your descendants. Haha, what are you waiting for? , and they have not stripped all their clothes."
Wan Xiangcen is tall and slender, with a slight arc on her sexy mouth. She believes that the ancestors of the Feng family can endure the slaughter of the younger generation's talents, but she absolutely can't stand the women of the Feng family being sullied, otherwise they Even if the family escapes this catastrophe, they will never be able to raise their heads in the world of immortals.
This is psychological warfare, and from the very beginning, she has been standing on top.
"Haha, just wait for His Highness's words!"
A group of evil monks from the seventh hall stood up from their practice, gave out a wolf-like grin, and at the same time rushed towards the group of women from the Feng family.
"No, no, ancestor, help."
"Woo, help, grandpa, help!"
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"boom!"
The Xuanxing Great Array was finally opened, like a door of light emerging from between heaven and earth, an old man with a crane-haired face flew out from it, and a cyan beam of light was pointed between his fingers, directly rushing the seventh hall that rushed up. The cultivators were knocked upside down and flew out, and everyone vomited blood.
Like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, there is a tendency to destroy the dry and rotten. More than 20 monks of the evil sect were shocked to death, and the seven holes were bleeding. The other monks were also seriously injured and fell to the ground, unable to stand up.
Not only was Wan Xiangcen not angry, but he pursed his lips and smiled, and finally led out a big fish.
"Haha. Feng Hanyao, you old tortoise has finally emerged. Now that you have come out, let me take you back to the west." A giant in the seventh hall flew down from the night, wearing a A blood-colored armor slammed towards the old man with a palm.
Feng Hanyao is one of the three ancestors of the Feng family. He has lived for more than 800 years, his lifespan is short, and his blood qi is already losing, but even if his blood qi is lost, he is still a giant.
"boom!"
Feng Hanyao sacrificed a small and exquisite copper furnace, with two ears, four corners, ancient characters, and spirituality. This is one of the three spiritual tools of the Feng family, called "Jinhe Copper Furnace "It was an ancestor of the Feng family who dug it up in the Jin River, and it has been rotten to the point of appearance.
Jinhe copper furnace has the power to accommodate heaven and earth. There was an ancestor of the Feng family who sacrificed the copper furnace, took a big mountain into it, and refined it into a fist-sized piece of stubborn iron.
Feng Hanyao stepped on a tornado, his body was like a fallen leaf in the wind, he shot out the Jinhe copper furnace, and killed a large number of monks in the seventh temple of Senluo.
The giant blood-colored palm print of the seventh hall slammed down, and was directly printed on the Jinhe copper furnace, making a loud and powerful sound, like a thunder on the mountain.
"puff!"
After all, Feng Hanyao was old, and his blood was drained so much that he vomited blood from the shock of this palm, and wanted to escape and fly upside down.
The second blood-colored palm print slammed out, and the sky was filled with blood, circles, like ripples. Once again, Feng Hanyao spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Haha! The Feng family's giant engine is too weak. Even if he sacrifices his spiritual weapon, he will not be able to return to the sky. Today, he will lie in the hands of our army."
The army is one of the Dharma Kings of the seventh hall, and he is also a giant who has practiced more than 500. The attack power can be ranked in the top five in the seventh hall.
The battle between the two giants was very terrifying. Mountains collapsed for it, chaotic times fell, ancient trees were turned into pieces, and the aftermath of the plundering was as terrifying as hell, destroying everything.
Feng Hanyao couldn't stop the army's attack and retreat, and the crown on his head was shattered, and his white hair fell.
Feng Feiyun looked at this giant war indifferently. He had no sympathy for the three ancestors of the Feng family. They were just three greedy old bastards. Feiyun expelled the Feng family, ordered someone to imprison his grandfather, and sent someone to capture his father.
In order to refine the Jiugua robe, he even wanted to besiege Feng Feiyun, these hatreds, Feng Feiyun firmly remembered in his heart. Even if the monk in the seventh hall did not kill these three old dogs, if he had the chance, he would definitely kill them.
What about bullying your teacher and destroying your ancestors, you are not benevolent first, don't blame me for being unrighteous.
However, Feng Feiyun did not have that kind of hatred towards other Feng family disciples, and sometimes even came to the rescue.
"Lunjun, your seventh hall is too deceiving. You just want to steal the Jiuguapao, why do you want to attack those innocent girls and young talents from the Feng family?"
A golden beam was given from the Xuanxing Blessed Land, and the second ancestor of the Feng family also flew out, and Feng Hanyao and the army fought at the same time.
The three giants fought together.
The two giants of the Feng family were able to block the army alone.
At the same time facing the two giants, the army became more and more courageous, and all the fighting spirit condensed into a cloud, and laughed wildly: "You two old men, the means are not much brighter than our seventh hall. Occupy the Jiugua robe, but even the younger generation of his own family will be killed."
The two Feng family's giants had gloomy expressions, and each offered a spiritual weapon, and at the same time, they blasted towards the army, and the mud layer on the ground was lifted up to a hundred zhang height.
This is a giant engine-level battle, which is simply heart-wrenching. If a cultivator who has not reached the giant engine-level intervenes, he will be instantly killed.
Outside the Profound Star Blessed Land, there has been chaos.
Feng Feiyun's eyes narrowed, and he saw a slumped girl slipping out of the Xuanxing Blessed Land. This girl was only thirteen or fourteen years old, with a delicate appearance, a tender face, and round eyes. Like black crystal grapes.
At first glance, Feng Feiyun didn't really recognize her, and until he saw the white cat in her arms, he was sure that this slim girl turned out to be a little demon.
Two years later, Xiao Budian, who used to follow behind his butt, has grown a lot taller, and even his chest has been slightly raised. The girl has only been developing for two years, and suddenly she has grown up, from a cute little loli to a girl with an elegant and beautiful appearance.
Such a quiet and elegant girl, who would have known that she was that wicked little demon
The little demon's beautiful eyes were bright and clear, and he took out a purple gilt bag in his hand, and a purple cloud overflowed from the bag, wrapping the one hundred and thirty-four women of the Feng family in the purple cloud.
"receive!"
The purple clouds retreated like a tide, and they were put into the gilt bag. Once the rope was wrapped, she tied it around her waist again, "You're done."
"Bold, you dare to save the girl from the Feng family, and hand it over to me." Wan Xiangcen turned into a rain of flowers, full of fragrance, and flew towards the little demon.
Twelve old men of destiny realm followed behind Wan Xiangcen, rolling over like twelve black smoke and dust.
"Hehe, come! Come! Hold me, and I'll give it to you. It smells so good, it smells so good, I can't stand it, I can't stand it!" The little demon stuck out his tongue, glanced at Wan Xiangcen, and turned around. run.
Meow! Meow!
The white cat flew out of her arms, and a mass of white brilliance appeared on her body. When the brilliance disappeared, the white cat became as big as a tiger, with nine tails, and a "" The pattern of the word "nine".
The tiger's forehead is "King", and the faint forehead is "Nine".
"Beauty, bye!"
The little demon sat on his light back, stepped on four fire clouds, and flew away. The girl turned around and waved goodbye to Wan Xiangcen with a smile.
The faint flying speed is extremely fast, even a cultivator of Wan Xiangcen's level cannot catch up, and he can only watch the little demon slip away.
"The little demon of the Feng family, sooner or later, I want you to be unable to laugh." Wan Xiangcen flew down from the sky with a fragrant wind, standing on a mountain range, staring at the one on the horizon. The girl riding a cat had cold eyes in her beautiful eyes.
The cold autumn wind blew Wan Xiangcen's blue silk flying, and even the thin hair was full of charming fragrance.
Under the half moon, the skin on her face was as crystal clear as jade, and her eyebrows were like willows, like a fairy descending from the fairyland.
Just when she was about to return, there was a man's coughing sound behind her. He coughed so badly that he seemed to cough out all the internal organs from his body.
"Who?" Wan Xiangcen was surprised that someone could approach him silently.
"Cough, a man who can't make you laugh."
In the darkness, a sick man slowly walked out. His sleeves were covering his mouth and he was still coughing, but his eyes were exceptionally bright, as bright as two cold stars.
There was a sly smile on the corner of his mouth, a smile that would make any woman in the world feel furious.
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Ahem, these two chapters were originally written at 7:00 in the morning, but the power went out as soon as I started editing, and I didn't call until 10:30, so the update was very late. The update time of Lao Jiu is usually from early morning to morning, three chapters a day, and three chapters tonight. But it's too late, let's see tomorrow morning!
Lao Jiu intends to regain his integrity, believe in Lao Jiu and gain eternal life.