Little Chi Maojiu never forgot the friendship between Miao and Miao when the old Taoist had helped him. He took a steady step forward and stood in front of Jifei. WWw.QUanbEn-xIAoShUo.COm
The transformation monks who crowded around them had all been overwhelmed by the one-eyed dragon's murderous aura before, but now they saw someone coming forward, with different expressions on their faces, either regretful or admirable, excited or fearful, but their bodies were all... They dispersed backwards in unison, fearing that the thin man would harm Chi Yu if he took action again.
Chi Maojiu frowned a little irritably, and the old Taoist Jifei behind him chuckled: "That's how people in the transformation realm are. It's not that they have no backbone, but if they can't stand up, I won't beat them to death." Step forward!"
Monk Shuijing's thoughts were far worse than those of Jifeilai. He couldn't help but murmured a curse in a low voice: "There are tens of thousands of monks here, but they are blocked by a dozen people? One person threw a spell and suppressed them." Turned into meat!"
But the blind man shook his head: "You are right, but there must be a leader. The people opposite are too strong, and no one wants to be the leader."
Ji Fei smiled in a fairy-like manner: "Are they very strong? But they don't matter in my eyes."
While several people were talking, Chi Maojiu was still in a tense confrontation with the one-eyed dragon.
The baby sitting in Wen Leyang's arms was obviously nervous, and his body was so tight that he was a little stiff.
Wen Leyang looked very relaxed and comforted the doll with a smile: "The one-eyed dragon is far behind. Chi Maojiu wants to poke his eyes out, which is easier than blinding himself." The strength of the one-eyed dragon is not as good as the judgment of the little rabbit demon. It would be easy for Chi Maojiu to kill him.
Chi Maojiu was infuriated by Wen Leyang's words and turned around to glare at him. This was a harsh curse from the one-eyed dragon. The flying sword hanging in front of him vibrated and flew towards Chi Maojiu like lightning.
Xiao Chi Maojiu looked disdainfully. In his eyes, the one-eyed dragon's sneak attack was not even slow motion. He ignored the flying sword at all. He ducked around the flying sword in a flash and stepped forward. The one-eyed dragon was shocked and raised his hands. Lian Lian squeezed the sword technique and called the flying sword back to protect him. Chi Maojiu circled around him several times, as if he couldn't find the right time to strike. Finally, he let out a sigh of relief and returned to Wen Leyang's side. .
The one-eyed dragon was willing to obey, and once again activated the flying sword to attack Chi Maojiu. At this moment, from the crowd behind Wen Leyang, someone suddenly shouted a suspense slogan, and dozens of red long swords appeared in the sky at the same time. , condensed into a formation in a blink of an eye, and formed a line of Chi Lian with rippling fire. With a muffled sound, it was drawn on the one-eyed dragon's flying sword, fending off the enemy's attack for Chi Maojiu.
Everyone in the Transformation Realm shouted in unison. Unexpectedly, someone else would take action, and they dodged far away.
A somewhat familiar voice resounded with vigorous anger: "Beyond the exit, even if there are dragons, ponds, and tigers, after you have reminded me, your benevolence has been exhausted, but you kill people at the same time as you disagree. If you say there is no What kind of plot is this? You are really treating millions of monks as fools!"
As soon as the words fell, they immediately aroused a chorus of agreement in the transformation realm.
An old dwarf Taoist with a white beard strode out, followed by more than twenty young Taoists behind him.
Wen Leyang and Chi Maojiu looked at each other in surprise and happiness. People from the Qilian Immortal Sect were also in the transformation realm.
Although the Qilian Immortal Sect lived in seclusion and declined for two thousand years, the chivalrous spirit of the old Zhengdao Sect still made a clanging sound.
The one-eyed dragon did not expect that there would be someone in the transformation realm who could block his flying sword attack. His eyes became even more cruel, and he glared at the dwarf like a poisonous snake and said, "Who are you?"
But the old dwarf shook his head: "What can a destitute person say?"
Wen Leyang didn't wait for the dwarf to finish speaking, then he pointed at the one-eyed dragon and cursed: "You ignorant little demon, you don't even know the name of the Qilian Immortal Sect!"
After saying that, Wen Leyang turned to the old dwarf and gave a respectful salute: "The younger generation will obey the orders of the immortal elders of the Qilian Immortal Sect!" He had always felt guilty for the disciples of this lineage, and in a flash of his mind, he planned to The great reputation of leading tens of thousands of monks out of the realm of transformation was given to them.
The dwarf veteran was confused. He couldn't figure out how the middle-aged man with a face like orange peel in front of him knew his origin. He hesitated to return the gift and didn't even dare to accept it.
While they were talking, Chi Maojiu took the doll from Wen Leyang's arms and placed it on the ground. He said with a smile, "I just pulled off the head of the one-eyed dragon. Are you going to do it or am I going to do it?"
The doll looked eager to try, but in the end he shook his head. Chi Maojiu was not in a hurry and continued to smile: "Then you have to watch!" After saying that, he put the head in his mouth and bit off half of it. While chewing, he chanted the witchcraft very slowly. He cursed, stretched his neck for the last time, swallowed it, then raised the other half of the hair, and slowly inserted it from the corner of his eye, until only a small thread remained, and then slowly pulled it out. . . . . . .
The One-Eyed Dragon Ancestor has never set foot in the Tao of Cultivation for tens of millions of years. He just asked casually and had never heard of the Qilian Immortal Sect. His cold eyes were always on the Qilian disciples.
The old dwarf showed no sign of weakness, and looked at the one-eyed dragon with bright eyes.
The beautiful woman standing next to the one-eyed dragon couldn't help but said angrily: "Old dwarf, look at what I do!"
Old Taoist Jifei laughed, glared at the one-eyed dragon, and cursed unceremoniously: "I have never heard of the reputation of the Qilian Immortal Sect. It's no wonder. When the Immortal Chang wielded a sword to practice Taoism, your ancestor was still in his mother's womb. Spin around!"
The one-eyed dragon was furious, and turned his eyes to stare at Jifei fiercely. Just when he was about to kill him with his sword skills, Master Jifei suddenly jumped up, laughed loudly, and reached out to slap Chi Maojiu on the shoulder: "He stared at me again..."
Before he finished speaking, Chi Maojiu shook the half of the one-eyed dragon's head in his hand in the wind!
The long hair tied behind the head of the one-eyed dragon suddenly exploded, and it danced with the wind with its teeth and claws, and an explosive momentum suddenly spread out ferociously!
Chi Maojiu kept making small movements, twisting the head in his hand quickly like twisting a twist, and finally bent it again and gave it away.
Everyone thought that the one-eyed dragon was trying to use his magical powers. The Qilian disciples also shouted in unison. Chi Lian was leaning sideways in mid-air, forming an offensive and defensive formation.
But no one expected that the long hair of the one-eyed dragon was twisted into a big black and shiny braid in an instant. Then it turned in a direction and curved weirdly from the back of his head. The braid was as sharp as it was missing. With a soft pop sound, it stabbed firmly into the one-eyed dragon's only eye socket.
The one-eyed dragon didn't know what was going on. He covered his eyes and screamed, then fell heavily to the ground!
Old Taoist Jifei looked at it from the side. The Wen, Miao, and Luo families each had their own special skills, but the most bizarre and creepy thing was none other than Qing Miao's witchcraft.
Monk Shuijing couldn't help but wiped his head and murmured: "Fortunately, monks usually have a bare head!"
The tens of thousands of people present were all shocked at the scene. Everyone was thinking of only one thing: the ugly fat woman just said: Take one more look and I will blind you!
The one-eyed dragon glanced at Jifei again.
Being poked blind.
Chi Maojiu threw the half of the head in his hand on the ground, walked two steps towards the old dwarf who was also dumbfounded, and said respectfully in the same tone as Wen Leyang: "The descendants born late will be treated as the Qilian Immortal Sect." All the immortals are looking forward to seeing you."
The old dwarf couldn't help but said: "Really or not?" His somewhat absent-minded gaze slipped past Chi Maojiu and landed on the face of Monk Shuijing.
Shui Jing nodded quickly: "Really, really!"
The old dwarf turned his eyes, looked at Jifei Nagna again, and asked Shui Jing: "What did you say?"
At this time, a pretty girl quietly snuck up next to Wen Leyang and others, and said in a low voice: "The seven Rainbow Lords of the Tu family have paid homage to all Tuoxie successors! If you need anything, just give me an order."
Wen Leyang was stunned for a moment before he understood who the 'Seven Rainbow Lords' were. He couldn't help but smile and asked the girl: "Brother Rainbow is here too?"
The young girl glanced at him helplessly and shook her head: "The seven lords are not here. The one who leads us is Tu Mi, Tu everyone!"
Just when Wen Leyang was still wondering who Tu Mi was, a voice that cut through gold and jade rang out from the crowd again: "The younger generation, please comply with the order of Immortal Qilian!" When speaking, a voice of four hundred The fat woman who weighed 5 pounds squeezed out unsteadily, and showed a greasy smile to the dwarf old man.
Wen Leyang felt that the woman looked familiar, and then he remembered that she was Shizong's master, a senior leader under the Seven Rainbow Fat Men, and it was he who commanded Shizong's people to besiege Crow Ridge. . .
Wen Leyang smiled. It turned out that there were quite a few old acquaintances in Hua Jing.
Tu Mi's features were so obvious that Wen Leyang couldn't even remember them.
There was no one following Tu Mi, but following his words, more than a hundred magic weapons of various colors suddenly appeared from the crowd, all pointing at the dozen Taoist priests on the opposite side who were blocking the exit. At the same time, from Sonorous chants rang out from all directions: "I hereby approve the decree of Immortal Qilian!"
Tu Mi is the confidant of Fatty Caihong, and he is more shrewd and capable. He has heard Caihong mention the various unbelievable methods of Qingmiao witchcraft several times, and has also heard about the relationship between Tuoxie disciples and Qilian Xianzong. Although he does not recognize Wen Leyang and others now The person's true identity can also be revealed as Chi Maojiu came from Crow Ridge.
Although the current situation was still unclear, it was impossible for the dozen or so monks on the opposite side to kill all the people in the field. Tu Mi immediately walked out and wanted to give this favor to Xie Chuan.
Tu Mi's visit to Huajing this time was related to a major purchase by Shizong. It was not a trivial matter for her to do personally, and she brought a lot of people.
The old dwarf was confused, but he did not lose the excitement in his heart. Two fat women, Xiao Chi Maojiu and Tu Mi, stood on the left and right. Behind him, a group of Qilian disciples were making magic formulas, and a red sword was slashed in mid-air. The wind blows horizontally, which is really majestic (majestic?)!
Wen Leyang smiled at the Shizong disciple next to him and said: "Reply to everyone Tu for me, Wen Leyang and Chi Maojiu inherit this friendship."
Although the girl was capable, she still couldn't help but scream! A few small freckles on the face are a little bright. Wen Leyang didn't even know that he was so famous now. If Tu Mi could send this favor to her, this trip would be enough money.
The dozen or so companions of the one-eyed dragon all had gloomy expressions on their faces and stood motionless, as if hesitating whether to kill them again as a warning.
The large group of monks behind Wen Leyang were now in high spirits, and the shouts and curses were getting louder and louder. The magic weapons were circling in a mighty manner, and they were ready to smash them if they didn't give way.
The old man who was standing next to the one-eyed dragon finally sneered. He glanced at Xiao Chi Maojiu lightly, but did not mention the matter of revenge for the one-eyed dragon: "My master is compassionate and can't bear to let you lose your life in vain. This is the end of my life." We block the exit.”
The old man's voice suddenly became sharp: "If you don't believe it, I will ask the teacher to remove the formation outside and let a few monsters in to show you ungrateful people!" After saying that, he raised his hand and took out a small The small wooden bell swayed slightly, and then with a wave of his hand, he quickly moved away from the exit with a dozen people around him.
The dwarf old man was now on horseback, followed by a large group of monks who were looking forward to seeing him. He laughed twice when he saw this, and was about to take the lead to explore the exit when Chi Maojiu quietly reached out to hold him. The old Taoist turned around and glared at Tu Mi: "Why are you pulling me here?"
Tu Mi was dumbfounded and didn't know what to say, when suddenly a rustling sound, like a group of big cockroaches running across the newspaper, came from a distance.
The old dwarf did not dare to be rash anymore. He waved his hand and showed off his flying sword, which merged with the red sword formation of his disciples. At the same time, hundreds of Shizong's magic weapons also slowly moved towards them and were steadily scattered at the exit.
The strange sounds outside the transformation realm eventually became one and the same, as if what was coming here was not monsters but waves of waves!
The sound of running was getting louder and louder, getting closer and closer. Just when everyone thought they were about to rush in, the series of creepy sounds suddenly disappeared.
The old dwarf man shook his eyebrows and shouted loudly: "Here we come!" As soon as he said this, countless ugly monsters that were so ugly that it made people feel numb rushed into the transformation realm in a mess.
These monsters are no taller than an adult's knees, their bodies are skinny, and their chests are not much thicker than this old corn. Their six legs are only as thick as fingers, but they are as big as a bucket. They have no lips and only reveal two rows of twisted fangs. , rattling in constant bites.
Old Taoist Jifei was so well-informed that he almost jumped on Wen Leyang's back and cried out: "Hua Liao, he is indeed a monster from the Hundred Thousand Mountains..."
The monks who had been preparing for a long time shouted, and in an instant, there was a flash of light. Hundreds of magic weapons rippled with all kinds of divine light, and they blasted towards the monsters that had been huddled in front of them!
The magic weapons struck together with a thunderous sound, and the "lice" that rolled into a ball were blown to pieces!
Before the monks had time to breathe a sigh of relief, the tide of footsteps outside the realm suddenly became louder, as if it had turned into a stormy sea. Just by listening to the movement, you could understand that there were countless monsters outside the exit, roaring and trying to get in!
Needless to say, Qilian Xianzong, the disciples who stayed with the dwarf old Taoist were all profound in Taoism, and their red swords danced like fire dragons.
Tu Mi's men were also well-trained. They used hundreds of magic weapons to advance and retreat in a controlled manner, and they were bombarded layer by layer to resist the monsters.
It was okay at first, as Tu Mi and the disciples led by the dwarf Taoist were able to securely seal the exit, but soon after, the monsters that kept coming in were getting bigger and stronger. With the help of the Four Columns and the Qilian Wizard, Gradually I could no longer hold the exit.
Old Taoist Jifei was dazzled by what he saw, and murmured to Wen Leyang like water flowing from his mouth: "God, how come there are still midges and midges!"
Finally, a huge red creature burst through the blockade, breathing fierce flames, and rushed towards the cultivator in the Transformation Realm with a long and shrill roar. Tu Mi scolded angrily, and revealed a silver ice fork with his backhand, which shattered the giant rhinoceros's body. head.
The monks in the transformation realm finally united a little, and released their treasures one after another to help the dwarf Lao Dao and Tu Mi. For a time, thousands of magic weapons were flying up and down around the small exit, and the loud noises kept coming. The monster from the Hundred Thousand Mountains screamed heart-rendingly, with broken limbs and bones flying everywhere, and stinking, sticky blood splattered everywhere.
After a while, more and more monks joined the battle group, but the pressure from the exit did not ease at all. The monsters were not afraid of life and death, and they continued to kill them!
Until this moment, the old man who was with the one-eyed dragon sneered, waved the wooden bell in his hand, and shouted to the people in the transformation realm: "I will ask the master to set up a magic circle to arouse these evil creatures!" Strangely enough, after he rang the wooden bell, the monsters outside seemed to have found new prey and did not bother to attack the transformation realm again. After a while, the monster inside the transformation realm finally became quiet.
Originally, Wen Leyang and his group had already concluded that the old man, Cyclops and others were all Kong Nuer's men and had some intention to block the entrance to the transformation realm. However, Monk Shuijing saw that there were really many monsters and was a little unsure, so he approached Wen Leyang and asked. Said: "These...are the Immortal Master's men?"
Before Wen Leyang spoke, Jifei Lao Dao replied: "If no monsters come, it's hard to say, but now... I can't run away. They are Kong Nuer's men!"
The monk scratched his scalp, his face full of confusion. Old Taoist Jifei curled his lips, thinking that his junior brother was too stupid: "You can count on your fingers, except for our Jiudingshan and that bullshit immortal master. Besides the two forces, who else can control the countless monsters in the Hundred Thousand Mountains!"
Wen Leyang glanced at Jifei with a wry smile: "You really think highly of our Jiuding Mountain."
There are countless monsters outside. If an advanced monk wants to find a way to escape, he may still have to fight.
Yes, but you can let them come when they come and leave when they leave. Even Chang Li, Zhu Zi and others can't do it.
Monk Shuijing nodded as if he understood, and murmured in his mouth: "But no matter what, these Kong Nuer's men blocked the exit and maybe saved everyone's lives... Shiwandashan is indeed a barren mountain, but it's actually a poor place. There are so many monsters!”
Wen Leyang also shook his head, then looked at Kong Nuer's men and cursed in a low voice: "These bastards!"
Although the monsters in the Hundred Thousand Mountains are ferocious, they have been dormant for a long time and are unwilling to come out of the mountains. Wen Leyang was taken there by Drought Demon four years ago and did not encounter any danger.
But a moment ago, countless monsters wanted to leave the mountain and rush into the transformation realm.
In addition, in the recent period, the Hundred Thousand Mountains have been shaking continuously. No matter how stupid Wen Leyang is, he can understand that the stones of the savage man can no longer suppress the evil spirits who lure the monsters crazy.
Of course it was Kong Nuer who did this.
At this time, the old man had led his companions and blocked the exit of the transformation realm again. His tone was full of contempt: "Now do you believe in my teacher's compassion? If anyone has any doubts again, we will turn around and leave!"
With a buzzing sound, tens of thousands of monks began to discuss in confusion, and most of them believed the old man's words.
At this moment, Chi Maojiu raised his head again and glared at the old man: "I have doubts, you go!"
Everyone else was jumped, but Wen Leyang and the others were happy. They didn't know what Kong Nuer was going to do. They only knew that if Kong Nuer said east, they would go west, and if Kong Nuer said eat, they would pull. ... There is really no difference between fighting with two groups of children. (Quanben Novel Website www.QUanbEn-xIAoShUo.com)