Everyone stared at the ghost, and then looked at the fiery red willow vine on the neck of the dead featherman, and couldn't help but become more and more excited.
"It's you! It's exactly the same as when you killed Eighteen!"
"Why do you want to be so cruel?"
"kill him!"
Yumin Shangxian seemed to have a headache from all the noise. She held her forehead and said coldly, "Mo Weiyu, let me ask you one last time, man, did you kill him?"
"no."
"Okay." Yumin Shangxian nodded, Mo Ran originally thought that she was going to let herself go, and was relieved, ready to thank her for being righteous. Unexpectedly, at the next moment, the Feather-mind Shangxian raised his hand lightly and said coldly.
"This person has done a lot of evil and wants to make excuses, so he will be arrested."
The teacher washed and dressed neatly from the room. When he came out, he saw that the ink burned was imprisoned by more than a dozen high-level feathermen holding the spell, and someone was wrapping the immortal rope on his wrist.
"What are you doing?!"
The teacher's color suddenly lost, and he rushed to the ink to burn: "What happened?"
No one answered him, but the fluttering corpses in the peach forest had already told him the answer accurately and silently. The teacher took a breath of air, took a step back, and hit the ink on the chest.
"A Ran..."
"Don't worry, calm down." Mo Ran stared at Yumin Shangxian, and said to the teacher in a low voice, "Go and invite Uncle and Elder Xuanji."
Under the current situation, these feathermen may not be able to remain sensible. If the feathermen are to tear him apart, he has no chance of winning with his current strength. Xue Zhengyi and Xuanji must be dragged to the rescue as soon as possible.
After the teacher left, the ink burned and stood alone, and his eyes swept through the angry and twisted faces one by one.
"Pooh!"
Suddenly, a spit of spit star flew out of the crowd, and the ink burned sideways to dodge, but the feathermen who spit at him were very close, and he was still inevitably splashed.
He slowly turned his head and met a pair of red eyes.
"You killed so many people, and you still want to send rescuers? I want your life now!!"
Saying that, a cluster of blazing fire suddenly gathered in the palm of the hand, and threw it towards the ink!
The ink burned a step back, and the hot flames burned his temples and hit a peach tree behind him, instantly burning the thick trunk up to his waist.
boom-
The peach tree fell, and the flowers fell all over the ground like a snowstorm.
The ink burned and looked at the fallen tree, and then turned to look at the featherman: "I say again, people are not killed by me, after ten days, Chiziwan is made, if you want to seek revenge, you will not be at that time. Late."
"Ten days later? If you wait another ten days, I am afraid that the entire Peach Blossom Spring will be killed by you!" The man roared, "You change my sister's life!" Then he rushed towards the ink.
The ink burned to avoid his attack again, but his eyes fell on the Feathermen Shangxian who was standing by, and the other party did not intend to help. The ink burned even more and panicked in his heart, and shouted at him loudly: "Hey! Old bird! You are the one who takes care of you!"
"… "
"Damn." Mo Ran saw that she was still motionless, and couldn't help cursing, "Pretend to be deaf and dumb at this juncture, do you want to see me burn to death? I knew that you stinky birds knew right from wrong. If I don't have the ability, I won't come to the peach blossom garden to practice! I have to suffer such grievances for no reason!"
When Shang Xian heard these words, she was slightly moved, only to see that she raised her sleeves and waved her robes, as if she was plucking out a color training, and the slamming sound was ruthless and accurate—
But it was drawn on the face of the ink.
Although Feathermen are similar in appearance to mortals, they are still different from people in thought.
In the realm of self-cultivation, let alone the head of a clan, even if it is a small martial arts hall, the head of it will not jump to conclusions when there is no conclusive evidence. But after all, half of the Feathermen are beasts, and they still have a strong animal nature in their bones.
I saw that Shangxian's black hair turned red, and her roots seemed to be emitting hot steam. Her beautiful eyes were wide open, and she said:
"Who is your master? You taught such an unclean apprentice! And let me clean your mouth!"
When she said this, the other feathermen shouted loudly, and their scarlet eyes were filled with murderous intent, approaching the ink burning.
Whoosh!
An orange arrowhead made of flames burst out of the air, piercing the ink-burning heart.
Mo Ran didn't dare to be neglected, and shook the flames of the ghosts to block, but the arrowhead was actually just a trick. When he turned to block, a feathered man who had lost his dear friend came out, and the sword light was like water. , handed it towards the back of the ink burning!
There is an arrowhead in front and a long sword in the back. Originally, it was impossible to escape.
Mo Ran knew that these half-beast people finally had a murderous intention, and he turned his heart, thinking of Chu nightning's previous use of Tianwen's moves, raised his hand and raised his wrist -
Hell, he was thrown into the air, and then suddenly tightened, the blood-red willow vine was danced into a blurry shadow, forming a powerful air mass with lightning speed, and the willow leaves on the vine instantly turned into a sharp edge. The sharp knife sucks in and cuts the surrounding air and objects.
One of Chu Wanning's tricks - "Wind!"
With vines as wind leaves, it absorbs all things around it with spiritual power.
Involved in the wind, they are all ashes, and buried in the wind, the wreckage is hard to leave!
"Ah!!!" The featherman screamed, and the arrowhead thrown before was already smashed into pieces by hell, and her long sword was suddenly swept in because it was too close to the ink.
"Zheng!" The sound of the metal breaking was sharp and harsh, and before she could react, she herself was sucked to the scarlet edge of the "wind", and she hissed: "Let go of me! Crazy! You crazy!"
Seeing the suffering of his own people, the Feathermen High Immortal was furious, and the red clothes fluttered and floated up.
An extremely pure bright red crystal was caught in her palm, her robe sleeves stirred, and spiritual energy poured into it.
A nihilistic fire phoenix loomed behind her under her inspiration. Shangxian's eyes were so red that they were about to drip blood, and the originally gorgeous face was even a little distorted.
"Beast," she hissed, "still not holding back?"
"You have summoned the phoenix phantom, do I stop now and wait to die?" Mo Ran's face was dimmed under the huge shadow of the fire phoenix, "If you stop first, I will stop!"
"you-"
Immortal Feathermen slowly rose into the air.
"No-"
She worded every word, and the blood pupil stared at the ink burning.
"qualifications-"
"with me-"
"On request!"
As her voice fell, there was a loud noise in the air, and the phoenix phantom screamed and screamed, circling and diving towards the ink!
"boom!!"
Another roar, more terrifying than the previous one, as if a blue dragon had ended its long-lasting slumber and burst out from the depths of the earth.
A golden light collided violently with the fire phoenix, setting off layers of terrifying waves. The weak ordinary feathermen screamed and were knocked to the ground by the storm, and some vomited blood and were repelled dozens of feet away.
The Lingxiao Pavilion flew sand and rocks for a while, the wind was chaotic, and the houses and trees were razed to the ground in an instant!
When the dust and smoke dissipated, a familiar slender back appeared in mid-air, blocking the ink burn.
"Master, Master...?!"
The man was dressed in white clothes like snow, and his wide sleeves rolled in the wind. He heard the sound and passed half of his cold and clear handsome face, and a pair of phoenix eyes swept the ink burning on the ground.
Chu nightning's voice is cool, like the clear water in the ancient well in midsummer.
"Are you hurt?"
The ink burned and opened his eyes, but he couldn't react for a long time, and he only opened his mouth blankly: "..."
Chu nightning looked at him back and forth, and seeing that there were no obvious scars on his body, he turned his head to Yumin and said, "Didn't you just ask him who his master is?"
He lowered his terrifyingly powerful spiritual power and slowly fell to the ground from midair.
He didn't even bother to say one more word, he just said coldly and simply: "Chu Wanning at the top of death and life, ask your Excellency for great tricks."
"What, what?"
Chu nightning frowned, eyes like Shen Yu.
It seems that these birdmen can't listen to polite words, that's just right, anyway, his patience is running out.
"I said, his master is me." After a pause, "You hurt my apprentice, but you got my approval?"
Although the Feathermen High Immortal is respected as a High Immortal, but only because of their noble blood, it is still far from the real immortal. Under this blow, the phoenix phantom was shattered by Chu Xiaoning, and his arm was also cut by Tianwen. She clutched the wound, thick black blood oozing from her fingers, and her face was very ugly.
"You, you are a mere mortal, how dare you be so presumptuous! Also, who allowed you to break into the Peach Blossom Land privately! How did you get in!!" She was a little crazy, "You ignorant—"
"brush!"
Tianwen came out in response to the edict and slapped her in the face, causing her mouth to burst and blood to flow.
"I don't know what the sky is high and the earth is thick?" Chu nightning sneered, stroking the slightly messy sleeves when he waved the willow vine, and then grabbed the ink-burning collar with one hand and lifted him to stand up, but his eyes never left Yu Min Shangxian was half an inch, "You tell me, what am I not knowing about the sky?"
"You, you, how dare you do this, you—"
"Why don't I dare." Chu nightning glanced at her lightly, "Why don't I dare." After a pause, he took the ink burning next to him, "Listen, this person is mine, I took it away ."
The ink burned has not yet reacted from the horror of Chu nightning's sudden god-like arrival, and was smashed by "this person and mine".
"Master... Master..."
"Shut your dog's mouth." Although Chu nightning still has no expression, but the ink burns can clearly see that his eyes are full of anger, "The success is not enough and the failure is more than enough, it will add chaos to me."
Said that a slap slapped him behind his head, took him up into the air, and then tens of feet away after a swipe, when the ink burned back to his senses, he and Chu Wanning had come to the desolate suburb of Peach Blossom Spring.
"Master! My junior brother is still there—"
Chu nightning glanced at him, saw his anxious face, and snorted: "Junior brother? The one surnamed Xia?"
"Yes, yes, he is still in Lingxiao Pavilion, I am going to save him..."
Chu nightning raised his hand and interrupted him: "I have already cast a spell to pass him to Xuanji, you don't have to worry."
Hearing what he said, Mo Ran was relieved, raised his black and white eyes, and looked at Chu nightning: "Master, why are you... here?"
Chu nightning was originally awakened by the noise outside the house. Seeing that the situation was critical, he swallowed a pill given to him by Greedy Wolf and was temporarily able to recover. But he was inconvenient to explain to Mo Ran at the moment, and only said coldly: "Why can't I come." After that, he raised his fingertips and gathered a golden begonia.
"The curtains and reeds of the west building are thin and blooming, and the spring breeze arrives at Qiantang overnight."
The eyelashes drooped down, and Chu nightning blew gently towards the budding Begonia, and the bones bloomed in an instant, overflowing with color. Chu nightning flicked his slender and cold white fingertips and whispered: "Go explore."
The begonia flower immediately drifted away with the wind, and soon disappeared between the mountains and forests.
The ink burned curiously: "Master, what kind of spell is this?"
"Floral throwing."
"What?"
"Throwing flowers." Chu nightning looked solemn, not joking at all, "I didn't have a name, you asked me, I just took it."
Ink burning: "..."
No matter how lazy this person is, he can't be like this, right?
"Your business, the lord has already told me." Chu nightning looked at the direction of Haitang flying away, and his voice was as cold as the river Shi Meiyu, "This matter should be written by the same person as Jin Chenghu at that time. In the Peach Blossom Spring, I am afraid that the Zhenlong chess game has already been set up."
"How is that possible?" Mo Ran was shocked.
The Zhenlong chess game is the magic of his previous life. After the eighteenth accident, Mo Ran himself has tried to perceive whether there are traces of this magic spell, because this forbidden technique is often accompanied by bloody killings. Once activated, it must be Murder, so as long as you carefully examine the inexplicable strong resentment, you can know if someone around you is playing a rare chess game. If the mysterious man really uses this access control technique again, unless he does the best, there is no reason for the ink to burn without being aware of it.
Seeing Chu Wanning's slightly suspicious eyes swept over, Mo Ran quickly explained: "I mean... this Peach Blossom Spring is a half-immortal, how can people easily set a forbidden technique in it without knowing it."
Chu nightning shook his head and said: "At the bottom of Jincheng Pool at that time, the mysterious man controlled all the ancient spirit beasts. Although the combat power of the ancient spirit beasts can't be compared with the divine beasts, it is not much better than the loose immortals. He Since he was able to control Jin Chengchi at that time, it is very possible to repeat the old tricks in Peach Blossom Spring."
"so… "
"Um."
The ink burned his head and smiled shyly, revealing a deep dimple: "Master, what do you mean by not letting go too much?"
Chu nightning: "..."